"How are you feeling, baby? Anything feel uncomfortable?"

"It's fine, Zashi, I promise. Don't give yourself an aneurysm."

It was the truth, after all. Shouta knew it would do no good for him if his husband thought for a single second he was in distress or he was uncomfortable in some way; knew that Hizashi would throw the flip and end everything now even if what they were doing wasn't the kind of thing that would warrant stopping. He wiggled his wrists up above his head, tugging them apart until the chain between them pulled tight and he then rolled his hands as if to display the truth of his words.

To show he could still move them easily and he flexed his fingers out as well when he turned his head to where he assumed the breathing was coming from. He shifted, the sound of his feet and legs shifting against the blanket was surprisingly loud over the way his heart was thumping quietly in his ears and he felt a stab of embarrassment at just how loud his swallow seemed to be when he licked his lips.

Taking a deep breath then letting it out, he felt the bed dip with the added weight and he hummed quietly resting his hands flat on the bed once more, up above his head as he plucked idly at a pillowcase and he twitched when fingers lightly brushed down his cheek. Tilting his face up as those fingers moved down along his jawline to his chin, he parted his lips feeling a stab of excitement so intense it nearly choked him.

It was making him tingle from head to toe, his lips buzzing as he let out a fast little breath when fingers traced over the shape of them. His lashes fluttered on his cheeks, hot already with a fierce blush to them as he kissed at the fingers when they hovered over his lips to which he got a soft sigh from close to his right. Was he on the right this whole time? He didn't know. He couldn't tell. He couldn't see.

"What do you want to start with first, then? Is there anything specific you want me to start off with or do you want me to choose?" His voice was soft, a murmur and he could only imagine how his husband's lips would barely move; as if he was afraid to mouth the words or as if he didn't have the will to move them. He liked it. He liked seeing it a whole lot.

He hummed quietly as the fingers brushed over his lips now, tracing the length of them softly again and again before they resumed to tracing the shape of them again making that buzzing worsen. How badly he wanted those lips on his, how badly he wanted Hizashi to give in, but he knew the blonde wouldn't. While this was far from a BDSM scene, his husband was intent on holding some form of control tonight. The blonde's words, not his.

"You choose. I'll- If I want something I'll just say it, Zashi."

"Alright, you just relax then, baby. I'll make sure you enjoy every second of this, I promise."

"You know I will either way."

The hum he got was non-committal yet the fingers tracing his lips came together and he kissed them delightedly as they pressed down on them gently before lifting off, leaving him as the bed moved with the blonde's movements; what was he doing? Where was he going? What was he getting? Shouta was surprised he could hear the lighter clicking along with the blonde's footsteps on the carpet, his curiosity clawing to the surface as he shifted on the bed.

Once again that quiet rustling seemed far louder than it would have any other night as he dragged his teeth over his lip a few times. He felt vulnerable, Completely, utterly at the mercy of his husband. He had been looking over the list on Monday, curious and unsure of what he wanted next, he'd been scanning the list when he realized with a stomach dropping pit of anxiety at the fact, they didn't have that many left.

Around seventeen left. He had found himself unwilling to choose a single thing at first; unwilling to tick off another kink that would bring them closer to the end and Hizashi seemed to pick up on it to which he blonde assured him even when their little challenge was over, they would still explore. They would still research and try new things but he had pouted into the blonde's throat over that.

It took him until Wednesday to peer at the list again, to scan over it with the determination to find something to do; something interesting. Something that would, possibly, help him relax. And it was that notion that had his eyes landing on two little words; sensory play. He had been curious, naturally, to which he turned to Google the way he had with everything else. And the intrigue, the curiosity, was a powerful thing when he read over the articles.

Read over the little things they could do until he went to his husband requesting they tried it. He still loved how those blonde lashes quivered to a wide-eyed look, the delight sparkling in those green eyes. It was the equally delighted smile had curled over his husband's lips as he readily, happily, agreed to it as he promised to take care of everything that melted Shouta. That he wouldn't worry about a thing until it was time.

It had taken Hizashi exactly two days to get everything; Thursday to Friday, leaving him in suspense of when they'd do it and how. There were two bags filled with the items sitting in their closet and tied shut with a triple knot keeping the items hidden away to which Hizashi had given a playfully seriously look as he sat them down, all while making eye contact with him. Meaning, if he wanted to look, he'd have to rip it open.

So, he ignored them, did his best to keep them out of his mind, and went about his days the only way he could. Until today. His brows came together when the smell of candles tugged from his thoughts. No, in particular they were- Rose? He instinctively took a deep breath though the scent was far from thick but it was there; it was a tease of the scent, not burning long enough for the scent to really infiltrate the air but he could still detect that unmistakable scent.

He took long breaths, holding them down in his lungs before letting them out as he plucked idly at the pillow case. He then heard a flick making him frown; were the lights off? He didn't know. Couldn't know. That was the whole part of it; when Hizashi asked him if he wanted to give up a sense, if he wanted to try that, he happily jumped at the opportunity to try it. And when he'd been presented the black blindfold, the band stretched lightly from Hizashi's fanned finger's, he had put it on without a second thought.

Had accepted the cuffs without a second thought. It left him helpless. Vulnerable. He couldn't see what was happening around him, couldn't use his hands properly to defend himself, and he loved it. He shifted again creating that deafening sound of sheets rustling underneath him, when the softest hint of music began playing; not overbearing yet definitely not mistakeable. He listened intently, straining his ears to listen for his husband's approach.

Tense. Quiet. He jumped when the bed dipped he was tilting his face towards where he imagined the blonde to be; if he had been on his right before hand then surely, he was there again? It was exhilarating to hear these things around him but not to see them. He twitched when he felt a brush over his arm; ticklish and light he was confused for a brief moment. Unsure of what it was exactly.

When he felt it being brushed down his arm making that ticklish reaction of spark to life he realized exactly what it was. A feather. He raised his brows yet didn't say a word. He wasn't going to bitch now. He squirmed on the blankets, biting down a giggle when it brushed over his throat lightly as it brushed over his lips, tapped the tip of his nose playfully before brushing down his throat again creating that same ticklish sensation that had him squirming as it continued to slide downwards.

Brushing over his collar bones, tracing the shape of his areola before the tip of it was swirled playfully around each nipple inspiring that same ticklish sensation and yet with each brush of that feather across a nipple, he found a series of tingles speeding right down to his crotch as he shifted again. He wasn't sure what to make of it just yet but he didn't find it abhorrent. Didn't find it annoying.

He squirmed when the feather drifted downwards, swirling over his skin down to his stomach and he swore the muscles had never quivered so violently before. He failed, this time, to hold back a breathless little laugh as the feather traced up and down, from the top of his boxers up to just below his chest and often times swirling lazily around his belly button as a stronger laugh burst out of him covering up the sound of Hizashi's amused chuckle.

An affectionate sound. He rarely let his ticklishness get the better of him; in fact, it had taken Hizashi five years into their relationship to realize he even was ticklish. He always hid it so well the blonde had tried once as teens but given up when he refused to give a reaction; it wasn't until Hizashi took him by surprise by jabbing his ribs playfully while he cooked that the blonde had stared at him with a glow of surprise then delight when he confirmed it.

Another laugh burst free before he could strangle it down when the feather again swirled around his belly button. He let out a breath through his nose as his stomach quivered under the light touch of the feather as the blonde moved it downwards making his breath to stutter on its way out. He couldn't feel it through his boxers, but the tingles he got from the mere idea it was being drifted over was exciting.

He hummed quietly only to twitch as that feather brushed and swirled its way down one thigh to his knee then down to his foot making him jolt as he bit down on his lip a touch harder as he flinched from the feather when it brushed along the bottom of his foot to which Hizashi chuckled at him again. It was nice. It was very nice as he inhaled deeply dragging that roses scent into his lungs again and again.

Squirmed as his husband made his way up his left leg with the feather starting from the bottom of his feet all the way back up to his hip only for the tip of it to drag lightly along the waistline of his boxers. Lightly. Teasingly. He squirmed, dragging his teeth slowly over his lip as the blonde lazily dragged the feather up his sides, only for the blonde to drag the feather over across his lower stomach making the muscles tremble yet again before the feather made it's way up his chest to brush over a nipple again.

Tracing the rim of his areola teasingly sending another wave of tingles down to his crotch. An ache. He swallowed down another laugh as he released his lip, humming out again when the feather slid up his chest only for the feather to tap at his nose softly making it twitch and Hizashi chuckled from next to him. "Zashi?"

"Mmm?"

"Can- Temperature?"

He got a soft hum as that feather never stopped moving; caressing up and down, drifting up his throat, tracing the shape of his lips lightly, brushing over his chest once again targeting his nipples delightedly before sliding it down to his stomach to follow the angle of a hip lightly. It made his skin twitch, tickle, and yet it felt good with the warmth welling underneath it; it was right on that border of ticklish and teasing. Playful.

"Hot first. Please?"

"You got it, baby!" The bed then moved from his husband's movements, bouncing lightly and shaking as the blonde hummed softly in time with the music as he heard the sound of something dragging, thudding quietly when picked up then placed down, and he raised his brows.

He wiggled his hands curiously above his head, shifting his arms against the blanket beneath him as he began plucking at the pillow case again; something to give his hands something to do while he waited. He wasn't impatient, nor was he antsy to make things fly by and jump straight to sex right away; no, he was content in waiting. It didn't mean he wouldn't feel the little stab of irritation since laying here but he liked it; knowing that even if he wanted to, he wouldn't find Hizashi easily.

Not with the blindfold on or with his hands locked together. It was amazing, however, how aware he was of everything. The warmth hanging in the air that brushed against his skin from the window when the air conditioning was turned off was one of them. While he appreciated his husband taking everything into account, he requested the window be cracked. An air flow of some kind even if the air was far from cool.

It was warm, not the scalding heat that had ruled the days so far and it was comfortable; definitely leaned towards that heat but it wasn't overpowering nor overbearing. He liked it. The sheets beneath him felt soft against his skin, the quiet rustling from his movements were far louder than any other time. He didn't know if that was his own mind insisting it was different, if his mind was telling him that he was more aware of it or not but he liked it.

Had liked everything since he had the blindfold put on. It was common knowledge to know about the six senses, common knowledge that when one sense was taken away then the others worked in overtime to compensate for that lost sense; his husband had explained that to him multiple times and while he would never understand it, he listened. Now, with the blindfold on taking away one of his major senses, he understood.

He understood it well, he understood it perfectly, and he loved the irony of it; that his eyes, the things he depended on the most, were rendered useless. He was painfully aware of the little things around him; how his husband's hands brushed on the blankets, the warmth in the air that promised a rain shower later, the thickening scent of roses hanging in the air and the way his skin tingled with the mere memory of the feather swirling over his skin.

How it all felt enhanced. He couldn't see a thing and all these little things seemed to swarm him in an attempt to bring his focus to them; to make him struggle which he wanted to concentrate on and it left him feeling frazzled. He twitched when the blonde did- something. He didn't know what it was, he couldn't see anything which left him uncertain, his hair ruffling against the blanket beneath him and he wriggled into a new position as he angled his face towards direction where he assumed his husband was.

Had to assume. The bed dipped, wobbled lightly at the weight and movement again as he stilled his fingers above him. He wished he could claim he didn't understand why he was so excited. Wished he knew why he liked not being able to see. But he knew the answer far better than perhaps even Hizashi. He liked the helpless feeling; he liked that he couldn't see a thing, that his hands were chained together.

While, yes, he could use his hands to grab and push, pull and throw, he couldn't pull them apart farther than the chain allowed and the feel of his wrists straining against the cuffs sent shivers down his spine. He liked feeling as if he didn't have anywhere to go; that no matter how strong, how easily he could break free and easily overpower his husband if he so desired, he didn't. He couldn't even use his quirk with the cuffs on and that only enhanced that helpless sensation.

That while he could use his legs, his hands and arms, his head, if he had too that he still wouldn't get away. He could run, he could flee, but without the use of his eyes? Without the proper use of his hands? His quirk? He was helpless. And he loved that. He jumped when the blonde's hands brushed over his chest and he tipped his face up as he parted his lips hoping, hoping, hoping those lips would come down on his own.

Oh, he was painfully aware of his husband when he was so close. So aware. He swallowed and licked his lips tipping his head back offering up his face when fingers again traced along his jawline making his heart stutter over their beats with that hope only for those fingers to trail down to his chin tipping his head back a touch before moving away. He didn't need Hizashi to speak; he didn't need to hear a thing, and yet he whined low in his throat.

Little stabs of disappointment that the blonde hadn't given him what he so clearly wanted this whole time. He had happily, dizzyingly kissed his husband but after the cuffs and blindfold went on he was left with not a kiss more making him impatient. Making him crave those scalding kisses that had him squirming and whimpering as the blonde kissed him with such passion and heat. When he kissed him as if he was worthy of that lust, that desire, and he wanted it again.

He heard a soft crooning noise leave his husband, not a word offered to him, yet the hand on his chest moved in a gentle rubbing motion as if to soothe his disappointment; to soothe the want that was ripping him apart. It was this distraction that caused him to jump when a comfortably hot liquid was drizzled onto his chest prompting that hand to move out of the way, the liquid being drizzled down his stomach making him shiver at the heat that sank into his skin.

Seeping down rather than swelling up to claw from the inside out. He was so warm. So, so warm. He didn't know exactly what the liquid was at first, not one hundred percent certain, until the blonde's hands began spreading it over him, rubbing firmly at him making him shudder as he very easily pin pointed what it was; oil. Massage oil, maybe? That would make sense, after all. He took a deep breath as those fingers dug into his skin with the pressure that had him shivering, had him melting into the bed.

Hands slid and pressed into him up and down from his stomach right up to his chest again when he caught the faint scent of the oil. Sandalwood? It wasn't overpowering, it didn't command his attention away from the scent from the candles that no doubt had to be placed meticulously around the room. It was the only answer he had for how sweet it wafted about and how they fanned through the air enough for him to smell but not so close he was gagging on the smell.

He hummed, chuckling lazily then as those hands slid down to rub at his stomach. Amused by the thought that he really was putty in his husband's hands; he was melting into the bed with each kneading, rolling movement of those slender fingers. Digging into him just enough to have him sigh out softly. This prompted a soft chuckle from Hizashi, echoing his own, and he shivered as the hands pulled away and that hot oil was then drizzled down his legs.

Humming at the way it sank right down into his skin again. He was- God, he was glad he asked for it. Glad he asked for the sensory play, that they try, and he would always be grateful for it. He had never, in all of his life, ever felt more relaxed when it came to- well, anything. It didn't even factor in that this was going to lead to sex as it didn't matter. This was something that could be done in a causal setting, and he merely concentrated on the hands.

The hands that, quite honestly, he felt were nothing short of gifts. Hizashi was good with his hands, that much he could attest too, and he was dizzyingly delighted that it remained true. The blonde was always so, so very good at massages that it made him slump and melt into a wobbling lump that dared call itself a human being and his husband always laughed at him with such a sweet, gentle tone as he claimed Shouta was merely flattering him when he was, in fact, not flattering him.

There was that strange, dreamy quality to his next sigh as hands slid, rubbed, and squeezed his legs delightedly with the intent to make him melt further. To make him dissolve away. He loved the heat that melted into his skin, rubbed and kneaded in so delightfully that he honestly felt he could call it a night right here and now; delight in such a good massage, return the favor to his husband, and go right to sleep.

But that's not what he wanted. It was a mere possibility of what he could do. No, he wanted his husband, and he wanted those hands on him all night. All damn night, rubbing, kneading, brushing, scratching, squeezing. He wanted it all and he had managed to choke that out to his husband earlier before they started to which the blonde smiled at him warmly. Adoringly. He twitched when fingers tugged at his boxers.

How did he fail to notice those hands sliding slickly up his legs and thighs? How? He parted his lips to- What? Protest? Encourage him to do it? He didn't know but the words clogged, dissolved, and choked his throat. Lifting his hips up allowing those fingers to ease his boxers down as he then pressed his lips together as the air eagerly seemed to settle on the exposed skin making him shiver. He was surprised when he was rolled onto his back only for that hot massage oil to be drizzled down it.

Shivering as he pressed his face to the blanket, holding back some little sound threatening to crawl out of him as hands spread that hot oil across his back, fingers kneading into his skin so delightfully that despite his effort to hold back the noise, he moaned softly. It was good. So, so good. He felt a tiny stab of panic when his dick twitched in that space between his legs and the mattress, the blood flowing down to it, and he knew it was only natural.

It was expected, after all, yet his face was hit with a fresh blush that mixed into the current one making his lips tremble wordlessly. He didn't- He shouldn't be embarrassed. He knew that. And yet he was. The fingers dug into his back, into those traitorous muscles that often tensed and spasmed on him with those bad days to which he found himself moaning softly at as he shivered under those hands wishing for the life of him, he could just be quiet.

Experience it with silence but his throat was refusing to cooperate. He whined quietly to himself, nearly inaudible to himself at the way his dick was twitching, hardening despite his mind begging him not too. Not yet when it felt far too soon, and yet the damn thing ignored it. His body didn't care what his mind wanted and he knew he had two options; sit here, be embarrassed, and deny it. Or he could accept it, sink into it, and boldly let his husband know.

The blonde would take it as a damn compliment, after all. He jumped when the hot massage oil was then drizzled over his skin again only this time, he felt his heart throb in his chest when it was drizzled not over the backs of his thighs that were relatively dry compared to the rest of him. No, no, his husband drizzled it over his ass. He bit back a groan. Why, why, why was his husband so obsessed with it? It was an ass, there was nothing special about it.

Yet he never failed to see those green eyes light up when they locked onto it. The utter delight. Truthfully, as much as he did enjoy those moments of slaps, hits and the rough connect of that palm to a cheek only for it to be squeezed tight, he just didn't see the appeal. Honestly, he loved Hizashi's ass more than he appreciated his own. So, what if the blonde's was flat? It was cute. It was sexy, it was perfect for his hands, and he would happily praise it to his dying day.

It was honestly this feeling that had led to the very first time he ate out the blonde; they'd been nearing their mid-twenties -twenty-five maybe? - and the blonde had been working out more often than usual. Squats specifically. When he'd questioned, the blonde proclaimed he was trying to firm up and give Shouta an ass worthy being proud of. That while he wasn't "thick" and didn't have a "dumpy ass" like Shouta, he still wanted to give him something to squeeze and hold with delight.

He still remembered the frustrated tears that welled in the blonde's eyes; the way his husband had proclaimed he wanted to do it no matter how sore he was. The night then dissolved into one of his favorite nights; he had praised, kissed, bitten, and held that ass all night long with the right appreciation it deserved, correcting the blonde each time he proclaimed it was flat. He loved that night. He was torn out of his thoughts when fingers began kneading his ass, squeezing and rubbing the hot oil into it and he couldn't hold back a soft hum.

He didn't need his eyes, didn't need to see, to know his husband was absolutely delighted. He was focused, lasered in on the task, and from the way those fingers kneaded and gripped him tightly said all that needed to be said. He curled his fingers a few times when those fingers pulled his cheeks apart spreading the oil before them, above them, under them, and brushing past the plug each time he did so.

It was exciting, waiting to see if the blonde would push on the flat end of the plug only for fingers to dance away and he bit his lip to hold back another moan back as he rubbed his cheek to the bed as hands then squeezed his ass tightly. Not kneading, prodding, or swirling against the skin. Just holding. Squeezing. And they squeezed tight and despite his teeth biting hard into his lip he moaned when the nails bit into his skin.

His erection twitched in that tight space between his stomach and the mattress when the hands left his ass to grab his waist to which he felt his heart pound in a frenzy. He didn't know what to say when he was flipped over onto his back again, his hands flying up above him with the movement and while his husband didn't speak, he felt those eyes raking over him. He wondered if he looked slick; if his skin was reflecting or glistening in whatever lighting was available to the blonde.

If he was slippery beneath those hands like he felt as he shifted against the bed. He arched his chest up instinctively when a hand drifted down it, sliding down easily to his stomach as he whimpered quietly when the hand followed his happy tail right down to his pelvis to rake through the pubic hairs. Ignoring his erection completely making him whimper out again as the blonde hummed softly, seeming to ignore when he arched his hips up as well with the unspoken request.

Begging for Hizashi to please, please, please touch him. Hands then tugged his legs apart making his brows coming together, the muscles twitching as he opened his mouth to speak only to snap it shut when, just like with his back side and his chest, the massage oil was drizzled over his inner thighs. He shuddered at the heat sinking into him, making the muscles tremble when hands then pressed respectively to each of his thighs.

Shivering as they began kneading the oil into the sensitive area making him squirm. Pressing his head back to the bed listening to his own breaths become shakier. Faster. He happily held his legs apart, feet pressed to the bed firmly, and he wished for one second that he could see Hizashi. Just a glimpse to gauge what the blonde was feeling at the moment even if he already knew. Knew exactly what the blonde had to be feeling.

Knew exactly the expression on that face all without needing to see it. Hands slid up and down his inner thighs, rubbing, kneading and squeezing until his thighs were shaking and he was feeling little stabs of embarrassment at the soft little sighs leaving his own lips. This had to be one of the best ideas they did. One of the top ten of the kinks they've done so far. He fucking loved it. He heard the quieter breaths from his husband.

Could hear the hitches and the shake to it much like his own. He shivered when those hands slid up his thighs to his hips, sliding his fingers along them in such a tempting manner that the whimper broke free before he could stop it. They slid up to his waist, kneading at the skin softly as he twitched his knees apart a touch more, tempted to give in and display that flexibility to his husband; anything to lure him in and give in to the temptation he was offering.

"Wh-" He gave a grin at the crack in his husband's voice, forcing the blonde to stop and clear his throat, however those hitching breaths didn't hide a damn thing to him even if he couldn't see. He shifted slightly when the hands continued kneading at his waist, squeezing and alternating to rubbing along the curve of it making him hum softly. "What do you want to do now, baby?"

"I want- Get the ice? I wanna try it." He mumbled at his husband though it was far breathier than he would ever admit out loud and yet the feel of this fingers tightening again had him shivering when they slid away from his skin, the bed bouncing and wobbling as the blonde crawled off.

He couldn't hear it, given the floor was carpeted, but he could only imagine how fast his husband was moving if the sound of the lock flicking, then their doors grinding open followed by that hissing, squirting sound his husband made at a cat attempting to run in no doubt meant anything. The doors slid shut with a gentle thud and he was alone. He was hot, smoldering from the oil that had been spread over his skin that warmed the surface of his skin much like the heat sizzling beneath it did.

He was squirming, closing his thighs together, taking a deep shaking breath as he brought his hands from above his head to his chest giving in to the temptation and touching the skin and humming at the softness beneath them with surprise. The oil was far from dry, making it feel slick but his skin felt soft. Warm. He felt his own heart pounding frantically beneath his palms as he then slid his hands down to his stomach, biting idly at the inside of his lip a few times.

Tempted. No. Not yet, not yet. He wasn't that worked up yet so he could wait. He would wait. He settled into the bed, taking a deep breath and bringing his hands up above his head once again as he listened to the quiet sounds around him; the music playing a soft, jazzy little song and the sheets that rustled when he moved his feet, his own breaths. The sound of a windchime outside as a warm breeze puffed into the room.

Gulping down breath after breath no matter how they shook, taking that sweet rose scent down into his lungs repeatedly. It was- This was amazing. It was utterly perfect. He loved that he could ask, request, and his husband delivered. He would do the same when it was Hizashi's turn which then led him to a curious thought; what would his husband want to do? What would Hizashi choose off of the list?

The loud blonde was wild card after all so who knew what he would choose. He felt a tingle of excitement run through him as he swallowed sighing as he let his legs drop, rubbing his thighs together curiously. That's strange. He wasn't sure if he liked or disliked how slick they felt given they were just covered with the oil. He rubbed them again, curiously this time, and hummed softly as he then sighed; he wished, for one second, to have the blindfold off.

To stare at something while he waited. He loved it, he really did, but he felt...cut off. Truly cut off. It was an off-putting feeling but not so strong he was shouting and begging Hizashi to take it off. It felt much longer, however, for the blonde to come back when those doors slid open and that noise ringing out again as the blonde stepped into the room shutting the door then flicking the lock. His heart jumped in his chest when he heard the quiet clink of ice.

It was quiet. He turned his head towards where he knew the doors were wtih a frown tugging at his lips. Where was he? What was he doing? He coulnd't hear the sound of feet on the carpet but he had to be approaching, right? It was odd how he could be so aware of the little things but couldn't decipher his husband's feet on the floor no matter if it was carpeted. He jumped when the bed dipped his heart was flying against his chest wildly.

A frenzy that he was sure made his skin throb gently from the intensity of those beats and he turned his head to his husband when felt a hand slid against his forearm softly as if to let him know he was back. "Alright, baby, I got it. I actually have an idea of what to do with this. You just lay there and enjoy it, okay? I promise, you'll love this far more than my impeccable massage skills and the hot oil. I bet you will!"

"Weird flex, Zashi, but I trust you."

"So, you're going to admit that you didn't enjoy my little massage? Because I know I sure did. I love making you squirm, Shouta, and you're so pretty right now you have no clue. Handcuffed, blindfolded, with your face redder than anything and just- God, you'd have to see it to appreciate it, darling."

Oh, how he loved that tiny name. As much as he loved Hizashi calling him 'baby' he really loved when his husband called him 'darling' instead. His voice would pitch down, becoming a murmur, and came out so silken that it felt like a sin to hear his husband speaking like that. It was like the blonde man knew exactly how to say it to make him utterly shiver. Ever since the duplicate, the blonde would often say that little name and it never failed to make him melt.

Make him shiver to hear it dripping off of his lips like that. He felt utterly breathless just hearing it paired with those other beautiful little words; soft lilting tones that were used to make his heart positively pound against his chest. He wondered if the skin was throbbing lightly with those savage beats. His stomach squirmed when his husband hummed softly then sighed out as if he were in a state of euphoria. As if he were feeling strangely blissful. Shivers.

"Now, you ready for some cold? Tell me if it's too much for you, alright? More than just being hot and having something cold touch you; you let me know if it really bothers you, Sho."

He nodded mutely which then had the bed moving when his husband shifted his weight, shuffling closer to him until he felt those knees just barely brushing against his side and he heard the clink of ice hitting glass making his heart skip along with that all too familiar stomach squeeze. He sucked in a breath that sounded suspiciously like a gasp when the blonde pressed the ice cube against his nippl.

It brought with it the sudden, sharp realization of just how warm he'd been and the shudders it sent through him at the frigid temperature against his nipple. It was sensitive, everyone's was, and his were no different when he felt the ice cube slowly tracing the rim of his areola happily before swirling closer to his nipple again rubbing across it making him shiver as he squirmed on the sheets when the blonde hummed softly down at him.

An unspoken question. His own noise trembled, stuttering on its way out as the ice slid back and forth over it and he shivered at the feeling of the ice effectively flicking at his nipple as it hardened from the cold. He loved it. The water from the ice being held in his husband's fingers, the warmth of his skin, had a little droplet of that cold water trickling down the side of his chest. It was smeared over his areola when it pulled away to swirl lazily making his chest arch up rather than down.

Into the touch rather than away from it. He felt another droplet sliding down his skin, frigid against his hot skin, and he whined when Hizashi slid the ice cube across his skin leaving a frigid, wet line to his other nipple. The actions were repeated, the swirling of that melting ice against his areola he shivered and whimpered from the touch when it slid, flicking his nipple making him squirm on the sheets as his legs bent up again.

Instinctive as he then heard another clink of ice against the glass of the bowl his husband no doubt had them in. He was surprised, curious even, when there wasn't a second ice cube pressed against his skin; what had he done with it? He didn't have time to think as the ice was slid away from his nipple to which he breathed out at; it was tight, hard from the cold and he had to admit he never really liked the feeling of his nipples getting that hard.

It was all fun and games when Hizashi was coaxing them to be so hard but from the cold? It made him feel weird. Like he needed to hide them from sight. He shivered then as the ice cube was slid down his sternum, down to his stomach where it circled his belly button as the ice melted against his skin creating a wet mess as it then was slid down to his hip making him squirm as he whined at his husband.

How a little ice cube like that was chasing away the heat of the oil, he didn't understand, but it made the heat under his skin positively rip to life as it burned through his veins and he squirmed against the blanket when the melting cube slid across his pelvis just above the hair there then slid up his happy trail back to his belly button. What was he doing with that thing? He then felt his husband shift, moving down and he felt his stomach squeeze painfully tight with that intense excitement.

He spread his legs eagerly before the man could even touch his knees to coax him to do so as he arched his hips up off of the bed just a bit. What was he going to do now? It was the crunching that answered his question. Oh. He listened to the frantic chewing and before he knew it that coolish breath was on his erection, chilled and dripping fingers grabbing the base making him jolt. He bit his lip when the blonde no doubt popped another ice cube in judging by the sucking sounds he heard down between his legs.

He'd have to be an true idiot not to know exactly what was going to happen. What Hizashi was going to do. And he felt that excitement claw up strangling his throat. Cold, wet lips pressed against his erection making him whimper at the touch and yet he didn't move away; no, he held himself in place, unwilling to move a single inch. Lips crawled up his shaft pressing soft, fluttering kisses on their way up.

While he knew it was impossible for Hizashi to luck, to suckle right away, he wanted it. He wanted it badly. He sucked in a fast breath that broke up the hitching, panting pace his breaths had dived into and shuddered when a kiss was placed to the head softly as he heard that crunch again, only this time it was much louder than the previous ice. If he had to judge, it had probably only JUST started to melt and it sent shivers down his spine.

And then his husband happily crunched down between his legs before he felt a cold breath on his erection again making him wriggle as those lips peppered tiny, rapid kisses to the head before they parted and covered it. And holy shit was his mouth cold. He cried out in shock, jerking as if to twist away from the cold as his husband licked at the head, a gasp flying out of him at just how frigid his tongue was.

The blonde slide his hands up his thighs, caressing and stroking his way up to his hips when he then sank down. He pressed his head to the bed, crying out yet again at the- Fucking Christ, it was fucking cold. It was so cold. He shuddered as he squirmed, hands squeezing him comfortingly. It didn't stop his thighs from snapping together pressing against his husband's head and squeezing as the man slid down to the base, the chill had him shivering lightly.

Gasping in a breath when the blonde swallowed and the next sound that flew out of him felt unexpected. It was a moan. One of those low, throaty moans that vibrated in his throat and he slid his hands from above his head down between his legs to grip those golden locks tightly in his hands tightly, whining when the blonde swallowed again. Now, it would be far better and one thing if his husband's mouth was hot like it aways was but this?

Oh, it was frigid. It was making his legs shake, making all of him shake, as it chased away those clinging traces of warmth as he squeezed his thighs together tighter around Hizashi's head making the man moan. The vibrations had his hips jumping against those hands squeezing and holding him in place as he whined loudly only for it to choke off in his throat when Hizashi began to bob his head.

Slowly, sliding up and down taking his tongue to lick and rub that absolutely frigid tongue piercing against him, the cold temperature making him squirm. It felt positively wicked of his husband to move that cold tongue, rub that piercing against him, and yet he loved it. He loved it. It was unbearably cold yet as the man began sucking at him, bobbing his head slowly as he began humming, he could feel the cold melting away slowly.

It was cold. Very, very cold and he couldn't tell his husband's mouth was warming up or if he was merely growing tolerant already to the temperature sucking at him. He didn't know. He wished he did. He moaned when his husband dug his nails lightly into his hips, dragging them to his quivering thighs that squeezed around the blonde head and he absolutely loved that he couldn't see a damn thing leaving his mind to pull up that familiar image of Hizashi down there.

To paint the image of those blonde locks spilling over his skin, those green eyes staring up at him boldly and his thighs squeezing together as he clutched at the locks of hair tightly. He bucked up eagerly moaning out at the image, the feel of the cold fading away rather quickly as the warmth began breaking through as he felt puffs of air against his pelvis each time his husband slid down to the base to which he eagerly ground his hips against his mouth.

Tugging at the locks in his hands he coaxed Hizashi to go faster, to come down harder, as he began thrusting upwards meeting the downward slid and the moan, he got from his husband had him whimpering in the back of his throat as the blonde happily began moving in response to his hands. He panted raggedly, each breath seeming to dry his throat further prompting him to swallow the pooling drool.

He winced at the little pin needle pain he got as his mouth dropped open with a wail as the blonde began to buzz. He had no clue how it felt to have thighs squirming, rubbing tightly against his head, but judging by the hands positively gripping his thighs painfully he had to assume it was good. Very good. Nails bit into his thighs as he squeezed, squirmed and rubbed them against those blonde locks of hair.

Uneven pants that shook fed into a moan so enthusiastic, so fervent, it made his throat positively ache as that buzzing rattled right down to his bones and made every little bit of him blaze. It was- There was no way to describe it. It was the best thing, the most amazing thing he could ever hope to experienced. The day, the minute, Hizashi had used his quirk to buzz around him like this had been the day he was ruined for anyone else much like he was ruined the day they had sex the first time.

There was no one, nothing, that could ever hope to compare. He thrusted upwards eagerly, a lukewarm heat making it all the more tempting to spur his husband on faster as he pressed his feet to the bed the best he could, squirming restlessly as he fought the urge to drape them over the blonde's shoulders. He panted wildly keeping his head pressed firmly to the mattress as he yanked and pulled on his husband.

Unable to think of a damn thing to say that would possibly get his husband more turned-on than he possibly was. He couldn't. That buzzing seemed to rattle every little word out of his head as he squeezed the locks, clawing at his husband's scalp as his thighs trembled and he could hardly focus on the little things around him the way that he had moments ago. He- It was impossible. Nothing existed outside of the buzzing, burning pleasure ripping him apart and-

"Fuck! Fuck, Zashi! I- Ah! Ah, ah! Yes! Yesss, baby, yes!"

Was that his voice howling like that? Wailing out so desperately as he writhed on the blanket, thrusting up without a hint of restraint into his husband's mouth? It was nearly unrecognizable. He felt the blonde claw at his trembling thighs as they squirmed wildly against the sides of his head mussing up his hair no doubt with the urge to squeeze and rub together instead. He bucked and gasped for air as he clawed at his husband's scalp fiercely, yanking at those golden locks.

Writhing as the buzzing was kicked up to that most recent frequency his husband displayed back when they played with force orgasms. If he had thought he was melting away before then it was nothing compared to the absolute wildfire beneath his skin as he writhed and gripped the blonde's hair tightly as his hands trembled against the man's scalp as he clung to him. It was damn good, so good.

So damn good he was sure he'd reach an orgasm long before his husband had the chance to get one himself. He whimpered when teeth then dragged lightly against his erection when it twitched, the blonde rubbing that sinful tongue against him in such a way it had him crying out as he squirmed and he felt those huffing breaths as the blonde reached his pelvis once again. He wanted to see.

He wanted to see those burning, smoldering eyes that he knew were aimed up and locked on his face. He felt that gaze on him. His legs lifted off of the bed, forcing his thrusts to become clumsy when he no longer had that leverage and he dragged them over his husband's back, crossing his ankles together; holding him there. Squeezing his legs around the blonde he yanked and shoved at his head as he hoped his breaths weren't as loud as he assumed.

That his panting, his moans and cries weren't so ear piercingly loud as they seemed to him. He hoped it was just his senses doing as they did best when one sense was cancelled out. He had to hope. He shuddered as his husband moaned around him, breaking that buzzing up as nails dug fiercely into his thighs making him whimper loudly once again as he continued yanking and clawing, squeezing and writhing.

Feeling the blonde swallowing frantically around him creating those little slurping noises that never failed to make him feel self-conscious when he was in such a position. He pushed his husband down grinding his hips up desperately, urgently against those lips as the breaths fanned quickly over his pelvis as the blonde swallowed rapidly, as if he were drinking and it had him squirming whimpering wildly as that piercing rubbed against him.

And it was then that he tried his damn best to keep the blonde down when he felt that head raising then trying to go higher, his protest a guttural cry of refusal, not wanting him to move away yet the hands tapped at his thighs making him release his hold on the blonde. When his husband pulled off, he shivered at the gasping pants the second Hizashi took were loud. Rasping, scratchy, as they flew in and out of the man.

He could tell when Hizashi closed his mouth to swallow judging by the fast breaths that were taken through his nose. He squeezed his legs around the blonde who then pushed his right leg off of his shoulder dropping it to the mattress while the left remained hooked around him still as he positioned himself up between his legs as he was rolled onto his side. He felt a bursting of that choking, strangling excitement when he heard the rip of the condom, the wrinkle and tear of it being opened making his toes curl with the unbearable excitement.

That emotion ripped and tore through him as if intent on ripping him to shreds. It was exhilarating, thrilling, to hear these little things but not to see a thing. To feel cut off from the sights of his husband ripping open the condom with his teeth, rolling it on, or seeing those nails be used to crack open the lube but he loved that sensation. He curled his hands close to his chest, the rattling against itself from the proximity.

Dragging his teeth over his lip when at the quiet squeak of lube being spread over the condom captured every bit of his attention. Made that excitement choke him. A hand slid beneath his thigh arching it up higher as another hand slid down and grabbed the plug wiggling it then easing it out quickly making his breath tremble as he felt his husband shuffle closer. The blonde then began stroking his thigh softly before pressing a kiss to the inner flesh softly.

A whimper burst out of him when he felt the head of his erection rub against him slickly, pressing, pressing, pressing making him breathless. He almost, truly, couldn't believe the punched-out sound leaving him as the blonde pressed forward only to slide so smoothly, so slicky into him that it was mind-numbing how fast the man was pressing against him. It was- God, how could he love so many things?

So many different kinks? He moaned when Hizashi's hips pulled backwards only to thrust forward quickly sending a shiver down his spine and he pressed his head to the bed, his hair rustling against the blanket as he twitched his own hips in response as he wriggled his legs. A sharp, snapping thrust was then delivered nudging him forward and he was euphoric; absolutely fucking euphoric.

That snapping thrust gave way to a frenzy of movement; a rather quick rhythm that remained shallow yet his toes curled, his thighs trembled and he clenched tightly around the twitching shaft pulling a low moan from the blonde as lips then pressed against his inner thigh softly. He shivered at the fluttering kisses being pressed to his thigh, the fast and hot breath against the skin had him whining out in a high, reedy pitch.

He was panting wildly, raggedly as the moans flew out of him higher and strung out making his throat ache lightly. His nails dragged across the blanket fiercely as his husband's hips hit against him again and again as he whimpered squirming as he tightened his leg around the blonde's shoulder. Teeth nipped at his inner thigh sending tingles over the skin as he gasped in a breath yet the words he needed, wanted, didn't come.

Trying to grasp those words yet they danced away making his lips tremble, moving silently as he tried. He tried so hard to speak, to beg, to plead, to whimper and have those teeth sink into the soft skin there. His husband had done it the night they'd pulled hair and bit at one another and the memory of teeth sinking into his inner thigh clung to him; he knew how good it would be and he knew how deliciously painful it was.

He wanted to speak. He wanted to say something but his lips continued moving before he bit his lip. A moan flew out of him as he wriggled against the blanket, his fingers tightening as he dragged his teeth over his lip allowing his mouth to drop open to suck in breaths as frantically as he could. He shivered at the moans, the low groans, that spilled out of his husband and he was burning, sizzling, scalding.

His head spun as he wondered if maybe it was too much; if the blindfold was somehow affecting him negatively. Was it possible to feel dizzy without seeing for so long? He didn't know. Yet he didn't want it off. He didn't want the blindfold off, not until it was over, and he snapped to attention when a hand slid down his side then following the curve of his waist forward as he whimpered bucking then arching his hips up eagerly.

For once he wanted to beg, to plead, to scream at him to please, please, please, please touch him. It's all he needed, all he wanted, and he knew he would be embarrassed by the whines and whimpers that climbed higher, higher, coming closer together as his hands trembled lightly. The quiet music, the rustling of the sheets, his rasping breaths, the sweet scents from the candles, and the swirling blackness of his closed eyes all mixed together.

Those slick squelching noise ringing out with each forward thrust as nails dragged on his thigh making him tremble. He was- Ohh, he felt like he was a mess to look at. He was drooling, his cheeks burning hotly, and his heart felt as if it were throbbing from the intensity of the beats as he moaned tilting his head backwards against the bed as he heard his husband's own strangled moan from above him, nails dragging and clawing at his burning skin.

Harder, harder, harder. Faster, faster, faster. He needed- He wanted it rougher, harder, faster, he wanted his husband to eat him up with his hands, his eyes, his lips. He wished he had the proper air to speak, to spit something out to his husband, but he couldn't. The air he gathered, got into his lungs, was flying out quickly on a moan or a groan as those hips slammed against him nudging him lightly making that lust, that pleasure, shred into him.

Twitching as his hair brushed against his cheek making him whine as he twisted his face towards the bed muffling his moans as that hand on his waist slid downwards and he squirmed with a moan so delighted, so eager, that even he wouldn't be able to deny it later on when Hizashi teased him. Bucking his hips was an uncontrollable reaction when those long fingers curled around his erection, stroking quickly in time with those jagged, pounding thrusts that had his eyes rolling back behind his eyelids.

His lashes fluttered on his cheeks as he fought the urge to open his eyes, to look to his husband, when he knew he would see nothing; he felt the hand on his thigh clawing up and down before lifting up and coming down in a slap. It wasn't as hard as it normally was as if Hizashi were focusing more on creating the sensation rather than cracking it down in the goal of making his skin burn and he whimpered as the hand then squeezed the spot tightly.

The cry tore itself free from his throat when teeth then sank into his inner thigh, tight, tight, tight did that jaw clench making the teeth sinking in harder, harder, harder with pressure that grew with every passing second and he writhed with the burning, throbbing pain it created. He jolted, squirming as if he wanted to twist away; as if his body was aware of the pain that bordered on too much, too much, yet his brain refused to move.

Refused to twist away. He then lifted his arms up burying his face into them, feeling a stab of realization at just how hot his cheeks felt against his forearms; he would have thought with how feverish he felt, how his skin seemed to flame from that lust, that he wouldn't be able to feel it. That he wouldn't comprehend it. The heat radiating off of his cheeks, the huffing breaths that did nothing but create a pocket of heat around his face were damn near unbearable.

He wanted to tear his arms away, to gulp and heave that rose scented air down into his lungs that was by far fresher than this. Yet he refused. It was childish, absolutely childish, how his brain wanted him to cover up his face; hide it from view for once. As if that self-conscious reaction were becoming too much when he couldn't see his husband and he couldn't gauge if he was too loud, too-

Well, anything. He didn't know, he couldn't tell, and it was as embarrassing as it was arousing. This entire time, ever since he had the blindfold slipped on, he hadn't felt this twisted up. Not in a long time. And he loved it. He loved, loved, loved it. He could- The shout that left him was loud, ringing out in the air as he twisted wildly tightening his leg around the blonde as the angle of hips were changed and that next thrust sent a wave of pleasure sizzling it's way up his spine that.

The wave, ripping and fanning beneath his skin had him moaning loudly as his head flew backwards before he could stop it. Oh, if his husband didn't stop, he wasn't going to last. The man, however, seemed intent on it as those teeth finally lifted away from his thigh only to sink into a new spot making him whimper from the sensitivity with how close it was to the original bite spot yet he loved it.

He wouldn't say he was a glutton for pain, wouldn't say he needed it to get off, but God If it wasn't good to have little peppering moments of pain sprinkled in. He would eat it up. Loved it. It was like a challenge; to beg for more, more, more, and the other half of him begging for him to slow down. That the buzzing, the ice, the heat and each little noise was too much. That he needed to catch his breath.

It was a useless, pointless mental fight as he knew he wouldn't stop; he wouldn't beg for him to stop as it was too good. To thrilling. It was amazing to dance on that edge. The moan that flew out of him snapped, cracked when a thumb rolled across the head of his erection and he felt a small stab of embarrassment at the smearing of pre-come to which a wave of heat hit his face. Embarrassing.

Mortifying. Amazing. Those low, guttural groans peppered in with grunts from above him were making him shiver as those little sounds seemed to command attention all at once to which he moaned at. It was good. All of it, he - God, he loved it. He just fucking loved it. A hand slid underneath his thigh, his brows coming together briefly only for him to whine when his leg was shoved towards him and brushing lightly against his shoulder with the hits of those thrusts.

Squeezing tightly the blanket he held in his hands, gasping at how wide and how easier it allowed his husband to slide forward pounding into him striking his prostate again and again making his head spin. He- Oh, that was it. He couldn't hold on a second longer, not with that buzzing blowjob that had brought him so close and with these rough thrusts hitting directly on that spot that sent zapping waves of heat up his back.

It was embarrassing, it felt shameful, but God help him he can't hold it off. He couldn't take it anymore. His lips trembled, moving silently as he gasped and heaved for air as he felt the teeth leave his inner thigh and he cried out when fingers pressed harshly into the bite marks making them throb as he writhed on the sheets. Oh, the pain was bright and it was absolutely delicious the way it radiated across his skin when they were pressed on harder.

It was a burning, throbbing pain that had him squirming as wailed out breathlessly, gasping for a proper breath as it strangled itself in his throat as he shuddered. He needed to focus. Needed to say something. His words clogged his throat but he forced them to move, forced himself to speak. Because he was right there, there, there and he couldn't-! "G-Gonna cuuuumm! Gonna c-cum, Zashi! I can't- Mmmmm! It's so g-good! So- Ah! Oh, fuck! I can't- Cumming! Cumming, cumming, Z- Nnnghnn!"

"M-Me too! Me too, baby! Do it, do it!"

The loud slurred words that came out on a moan from the blonde, were trembling and high making him whimper as he squirmed. It was a harsh sound that stabbed his eardrums yet he didn't mind it. His husband never meant it and he couldn't use his quirk, not even if he wanted too with the cuffs on. And as that moan trembled going higher, higher, higher until he heard a crack he was done.

He listened to the sheets rustling with his wild, twisting jerks as he wailed tensing up as a wave of heat rushed up his spine when a hit to his prostate had him trembling; his thighs tensed fiercely, his stomach clenching up and he was breathless. He couldn't moan, couldn't cry out, whimper or whine even if he wanted to; it was as if his very body were strangling off any chance of a sound from coming out.

It felt as short as it was intense; squirming clawing, gasping out as that last spur of come landed on his stomach and only then, once those intense waves ebbed out of him, he breathed shakily as if to let every little wisp of air out only to drag in another breath eagerly. The hand gripping his dick stroked him slower, idly even as those hips continued slamming against him before his husband threw his head back crying out.

He moaned himself when Hizashi slammed forward, grinding against him fiercely when he heard another cracking, popping sound. Goddammit! He was panting, his brow twitching at the thought they'd have to replace the lightbulbs again or God forbid their wedding picture or Hizashi's glasses if he wore them or had them close by. However, with each throb and twitch the erection gave in him was thrilling.

It was sending tingles through him until the man was huffing out a heavy breath, similar to his own and he hummed weakly at the man when a hand stroked his thigh softly. Comforting. He twitched at the slick sound of his husband sliding out of him though he sighed softly when his leg was brought down slowly, carefully laid back onto the bed. With that quiet, nearly inaudible music and their wild panting as breaths were desperate to be caught.

Heard that familiar snapping sound of his husband attempting to tie off the condom making him smile weakly. The snap of it against his fingers provoking that quiet grunt of annoyance, the squeaking of rubber and lube being rubbed and tied together. It took a few minutes from what he could guess before his husband was grabbing his waist gently rolling him onto his back and he hummed releasing the blanket.

Letting his arms slid up above his head comfortably as hands rubbed at his skin softly. And he then shivered when he felt Hizashi's hair brush against his skin softly only to moan with that same weakness as a tongue began lapping over his skin; sucking, swirling and the quiet swallowing as his husband then leaned down grabbing his flaccid dick carefully. He whimpered when lisp closed around the head, sucking lightly at it before sliding down to the base.

Shivering as his husband continued sucking before coming back up to the head. Licking at him then pulling away when his next whimper came out louder, his hands sliding from over his head downwards towards his stomach to push him away only for the blonde to sit up, letting go of it before he could. He listened to the rustling sheets, the bed wobbling and shaking with the blonde crawling on the bed.

He tipped his face up eagerly when fingers brushed his hot cheeks only to flinch when the blindfold was lifted up. The light wasn't bright; in fact, it was very, very dim. It allowed the candles to flicker as glowing points in the room yet it was too much for his eyes at first when he'd had the blindfold on for God knows how long. He couldn't remember. He parted his lips reaching up with his hands to tug him closer, rather than away

He hummed softly when the blonde leaned down pressing perhaps the softest kiss he'd ever received from the man. He happily kissed the blonde, moving his lips slowly and happily as his toes curled with that unbearable sweetness, the bubbling euphoria of his post-orgasm glow to which he slid his hands to his husband's chest. He wished he could twist his hands behind his neck or slid into those golden locks of hair.

The second he had the urge the blonde pulled back breaking the kiss with a quiet smack and he opened his eyes meeting hose wide green ones, pupils blown wide rendering the green to mere rings. Oh. He felt his dick twitch curiously, the quiet little stirring of desire making itself known even as he forced them down. Not now. He'd- Soon. He needed to breathe first. "How a-are you feeling, baby? Is- Was that good?"

"It was fu-fucking perfect , Zashi! Thank you, thank you!"

"Of course! I-I would go above and beyond for you, Shouta!"

Lips then attacked his face in those fluttering kisses he returned happily as he strangled a giggle down that he was grateful came out as a breathless little laugh through that didn't stop Hizashi from giggling softly as he returned those kisses. When the blonde pulled back, he reached down beginning to tug at the cuffs, unbuckling them as he watched, when the blonde then grinned at him.

"You should call me that more, Sho!"

"W-What?"

"Baby! You should call me baby, more! It sounds sexy coming from you, you know? I'd like to hear it more! You know you can call me anything, right? So don't be scared to call me baby if you want!"

"I'll think about it. Now, do you think you can just kiss me, Zashi?"

"Oh, I think I can do that quite happily."