Shouta felt proud of himself. Very proud. While he was never one to give in to impulsivity, irresponsibility, he had never been happier that he had done so earlier that week. Ever since Tuesday night, when he humored Hizashi's chair bondage, his husband had been glowing; oh, he looked utterly delighted in a way that made it very clear this was more than just his usual joy or perkiness. The man held splotches of color in his cheeks, a soft pink hue whenever he was quiet for too long.
Green eyes positively sparkled at him with adoration whenever they managed to snag each other's gazes while at work or even at home with him hovering above him. He was so unbelievably, completely euphoric. He did that with just his capture weapon and a chair. While, Hizashi was euphorically happy lately he knew that eventually rain would get to anyone. It would drag anyone's spirits down. But not his husband.
No, he had hopped out of bed and threw open the drapes only to smile brightly despite the deluge pouring out of the sky; as if it were merely another bright, sunny day and not a positively drab, dark and dreary one with the heavy cloud cover that sent waves of rain down. Right as it seemed it would slow down it suddenly came down hard; or right when one would think it was raining hard it would come down harder.
It was forecasted that for the next week the weather was going to be like that; rainy, dreary, and many storm systems coming through to bring those thunderstorms he loved. He sat on the counter staring out the kitchen window, the sound of rain positively pouring down with a thunderous sound as it hit the ground or struck at the window sending droplets through the mesh screen was fascinating.
It was cool outside, a touch of warmth to the breeze when it rushed through the window. It brought with it the smell of wet dirt, the rain itself, and it made Shouta's muscles relax; made all of him feel relax from his muscles to his mind. He loved rainy weather. Loved thunderstorms even more. If Hizashi thought the droplets spraying through the screen was annoying, he didn't let it show; in fact, he was humming softly.
The water pouring from the faucet gave off a bit of steam from the heat of it as he scrubbed at the plates and Shouta took the quiet moment to admire this man. He really was something to look at. Slender, long arms and legs despite only being an inch taller than him, those long blonde locks falling down his back and over his shoulders. Even his glasses that slipped down his nose lightly as he hummed under his breath.
The way those lashes flickered down, the soft pink hues to his cheek from the warmth in the kitchen, and how his hair was tucked behind his ears carefully avoiding his hearing aids. He was handsome, he was beautiful, and Shouta knew that while he would begrudgingly admit it, he had always been in awe of his husband. A strange sort of awe. The kind where he would admit that, when he first met Hizashi, that he had been a bit in awe of him.
Had even gone so far as to wonder how he was annoying to the other students. Had even found his braces adorably charming and he was very pretty. When he was quiet. And then the blonde babbled his ear off. And then he was annoyed, frustrated and found the blonde absolutely irritating during their youth with Oboro acting as a buffer without him needing to ask. And then, of course, Nemuri made her appearance in the group.
Which is where all of Oboro's attention gravitated naturally to her. He still remembered his first stab of jealousy over Nemuri; he couldn't remember exactly what was said or how it started. All he remembered was it was something flirty between them and then Hizashi had tucked her hair behind her ear, leaning in along with her as they grinned at one another. He was surprised by the chokehold of jealousy that gripped him.
Surprised by the envy he felt when he saw those green eyes and sky blue eyes meet like they had. It had been weeks after the Sports Festival, when he'd already been irritated with the blonde for not trying hard enough and that? That had tipped him over. He'd been huffy, annoyed and irrationally angry over the whole thing; he had no clue why. At least, not at the time. To think that was his first tell tale of his interest in Hizashi.
That that was the thing that had him paying closer attention curiously at first then intently after a few weeks. And, quite honestly, to realize he had no only married the very man he'd deemed as annoying, frustrating, a loud-mouthed bother and obnoxiously extroverted, bubbly, but that the blonde in return felt the same about him? A surely, pessimistic, introverted person? Crazy. It was wild.
He would have thought he would never, ever stick it out because Hizashi was annoying but so was he. They were annoying to one another but it always worked itself out; they were never afraid to tell one another when they were being annoying, when they were being dicks, and he liked that. Honesty was always needed and sometimes they needed to be checked by the other. To be called out on their behaviors.
He leaned his head back against the cabinet, wiggling his feet lightly, cutting off his view of the window and instead contented himself to the moment. Contented himself to the sound of the rain striking the ground, the glass of the window and the breeze that ruffled the curtains lightly and spit rain at his husband. The water from the faucet, the scrubbing of the sponge against the dishes and the clank of them hitting against one another as they were placed in the strainer.
The quiet sound of his husband's humming under his breath. It would be easy to drift off to a dazed, sleepy state like that, right up here on the counter watching his husband, but he didn't want that. For once, he didn't want to be carried to bed by his husband; no, he had a plan. He had looked over their list, the remaining choices they had and while one or two really did grab his attention, there was one he really wanted to do tonight.
It was simple but it was risky; it was a reckless, dangerous idea but perhaps that's why he wanted to do it. Why he'd felt those little rushes of excitement, the tingles that made his stomach squeeze unpleasantly when he'd made the decision. While they had done it plenty of places other than the bed, he wanted this to be an intentional choice as well; like the hotel, like the shower, like the washing machine. He wanted just one more place.
A place they hadn't done it in years. The very thing that had gotten him so hot just to think about when they'd first started this challenge with the porn, the thing he thought about very fondly. While it had been a long time, their table was far firmer than their rickety, creaky table back at the apartment they first moved into, he wanted to relive that impulsivity; the reckless idea of giving in to the lust, the arousal and going at wherever they happened to be.
Intentional. To choose to give in right then and there. He wondered if Hizashi would agree; if he would understand where he was coming from without him needing to elaborate. He then blinked feeling a faint warmth in his cheeks as he realized those eyes were him. "What?"
"You look so pretty! Sitting there, swinging your legs, waiting for me to be done."
The blonde tilted his head, smiling at him with all that warmth and affection he could easily recognize, return and accept though that didn't stop a stronger rush of heat to his cheeks as he stared back at the blonde. At the warmth offered to him. He hummed then, a noncommittal answer, and the blonde smiled turning to look down as he began washing the plate again. Though, it looked like it didn't really need much more washing.
Was Hizashi stalling for some reason? Did he know Shouta had something he wanted? Was he giving the window of opportunity? Green eyes flicked to him once more, the look in them had him fidgeting in his spot when that smile was aimed at him again. It was so sweet. So, kind. Bright but not overly bubbly; a special smile just for him. Natural. Not his cocky, bright one as Present Mic. It was a Hizashi smile, reserved for him and friends.
Even after seeing it everyday for sixteen years it still melted him. "I love you, Sho!"
"I love you too, Zashi." He murmured back shifting on the counter slightly, his ass aching from sitting in one place for so long, but he was toughing it out; it wasn't going to be the worst thing his ass went through tonight and he was going to be damned if he let a little ache stop him from getting what he wanted. "Zashi?" A hum. "Can we do something off the list tonight? Are you in the mood for that?"
"Absolutely!" The chirp he got back had him smiling softly at the blonde who perked up, the excitement in his eyes sparkling at him, and the warmth in his smile turned into a brighter one with his excitement.
He chuckled softly when the blonde then rinsed the plate off, tucked it onto the strainer then rinsed his hands off before turning the faucet off. Amazing how quiet it was, save for the rain pounding outside. Well, quiet save for their quiet breaths when he reached over snagging the towel then tossing it to Hizashi who began drying his hands off. Fast, quick motions as if he wanted to get his hands dried as fast as possible.
"What did you have in mind?"
"The one that should have been crossed off a long time ago; the 'anywhere but the bed' one. I want to do it."
"You know, you're not wrong! We've done it in the shower countless times, in the utility room, in a hotel, in the car and on the couch twice now. But I'll play along! Where were you thinking of doing it?"
He felt his cheeks burn with a fresh blush; it wasn't embarrassment, not exactly, that gripped him but the mere fact that he was going to say it and hoped that his husband would realize as to why he wanted to do it where he wanted too. That he would understand the nostalgia purpose behind it, the kinky element to it as well, and he shifted his weight again clearing his throat lightly. "The table. I want to do it on the table. In the dining room."
Silence. His fingers plucked at his sweatpants, his face was uncomfortably hot when he looked up to find a look of curiosity on the blonde's face; a trace of confusion in his eyes as brows came together and if it were physically possible, he swore his felt even hotter staring at the blonde. Was he going to have to elaborate? Was he going to explain it word for word? Yes, his husband was clueless.
Yes, his husband was all over the place due to his ADHD on a bad day. Yes, his husband wouldn't know when a man was interested him if they hit him in the head, but really? Was he going to- Oh. He cut his thoughts off, assuming far too fast, as that look of curiosity and confusion quickly melted away for a wide-eyed look of realization. A blush rising, smothering itself across the bridge of his nose and his cheeks.
His eyes then flashed at him with heat, with the realization, and he damn near breathed a sigh of relief that his husband got it. That he understood what he was saying without saying it. He then squirmed as he continued to pluck at the fabric of his pants, picking off imaginary lint on the fabric, as the towel was placed down. A hand covered his hand that was picking uselessly at his pants and thumbs rubbed across the knuckles softly prompting him to look up.
Oh, Hizashi was positively, heartbreakingly pretty when he blushed like that. The way the hue nearly obliterated the fainter freckles on his cheeks but called attention to that smattering along the bridge of his nose. How it always made his eyes positively glow above the red blush. It wasn't rare for the blonde to blush but he loved that he could make the blonde blush so easily. That he had the power to prompt the man blush with just a few words or a few actions. Now was no different.
"Okay. Then let's do it there! It's been a long time, hasn't it? The last time had to be right before we moved out of the apartment, sold that table when it finally gave out on us and all because I dropped a book on it, remember?"
"I remember. It really was a piece of shit, wasn't it?"
"Baby, it was such a piece of shit I still don't know how that rickety thing could handle anyone having sex on it or against it for so long. It's probably anyone's guess but it was damn good, wasn't it? Was awful with handling weight some days but it was a good starter! Now we can buy infinite tables!"
He grinned when Hizashi smiled at him, lifting his hand up kissing his knuckles softly and he opened his hand up reaching out touching his fingers to the warmth of the blonde's flushed cheek earning him the addition of warmth to that smile. "Do you have the things? Or should I grab them?"
"I-I have'em. And we-"
He paused, his throat squeezing tightly at the admission he was about to spit out; it was a touch hard but he was sure he'd get it out on a false boldness. When Hizashi had run a patrol that afternoon, Shouta had looked at the list when he was home and again earlier when Hizashi caught him looking at it. He had decided that tonight, no matter what kind of sex they'd be having, he wanted to be ready to go.
While he loved a good round of foreplay, of teasing and touching until he could take it anymore he found that he didn't want the foreplay tonight. That while it would feel good, he didn't want the fingers teasing and thrusting but rather he wanted to be ready to go. And so, for that thought, when he changed into his t-shirt and sweats, he'd chosen a plug to use. Then he changed the size about two hours ago, when Hizashi came home.
He could feel it the longer he sat on the counter, his heart skipping at that little reminder. "We don't need to do prep. I'm ready now, because it's too risky to do what we normally do in the bedroom in these rooms. Just because Eri is sleeping and Hitoshi is locked away in his room tonight doesn't change anything. We need to be careful. We don't have time for those things if we do it there."
"I gotchu! It does make sense, after all! The last thing we need is Hitoshi to be even more scarred than he already is after catching us this morning." He grinned a touch wider at the blonde who allowed his smile to deepen into a grin as well.
It had been ungodly early when they crawled out of bed, Hizashi spinning him around the kitchen delightedly after allowing him a couple sips of coffee when he'd been hoisted onto the counter much like he was now, and he'd been pulled into a series of kisses. A light, easy little make out if he was honest with himself. Nothing heavy, nothing lewd, just sweet little kisses being traded back and forth.
Broken up only when Hitoshi shuffled in. And then -with all the disgust a teenager could ever possess when catching parents in a moment like that- he'd gagged and scoffed. Shouted that his eyes were burning, he was scarred, he would never recover, to take him back to group home, never wanted to see his father figures kissing etc. etc. It was amusing now that he thought about it. "But if you have the stuff and if you're ready..."
"Then kiss me."
The blonde leaned in, tilting his head back a touch as he leaned forward while lifting his hands up to grab those freckles shoulders happily tugging him forward and found those lips quickly. Easily. He slid his arms around Hizashi's shoulders, lifting his hands up tangling them into the golden locks. Hair that he loved as much as Hizashi did. He loved feeling them slither between his fingers, soft and silky from the special shampoo he used.
A remedy for all the hair gel and hairspray he used to strangle it into that stupid cockatoo hairstyle of his. It was the aftermath when it was soft and silky like this was what he loved best. He moved his lips slowly, happily with Hizashi's as they pressed firmly against one another's; sliding, molding to one another's delightedly as he felt hands slid up to his thighs causing the fabric to roll up from the movement though he didn't mind it.
It was nice having those hands on his thighs as he wrapped his legs around the blonde as well, clinging onto him as he sat on the edge of the counter. A hand then slid up to the small of his back as if to coax him further off of the counter yet didn't force it. Just a pressure on his lower back that had him releasing a soft little sound that even he couldn't quite place. Then he felt a fraction of that heat motivate the blonde's lips.
Firmly, a touch quicker and not quite the lazy rhythm they had started with moments ago and he was quite fine with that. It wasn't the fast, desperate kissing but rather that normal tempo that he adored; not slow, not fast. Perfect. It was all perfect. The sound of rain, the faint sound of that stupid windchime one of their neighbors had that rang out when the wind blew hard enough. Faint but still heard.
The sound of Hizashi's hand brushing over the fabric of his sweat pants as he rubbed his thigh softly. The sound of their lips moving together and the warmth that was slithering through his veins, welling beneath his skin as he scratched lightly at the blonde's scalp. The quiet, airy little noise it pulled out of his husband when he did it sent shivers down his spine. He felt a burst of excitement, of that eagerness, when he felt the fingers on his lower bac.
Tugging at the fabric of his T-shirt and lifting it enough for the hand to slip beneath it, sliding up along his skin. His hand was hot from the water, not quite dry yet, and he loved it. The hand rubbed up and down his back, from the small of it then upwards towards the center of his back. Coming back down only this time his nails dragged over his skin making him shudder. Iit had tingles racing across his skin.
It had the heat flickering wildly beneath his skin before settling into a smoldering presence. It was good. It was so, so good. No matter how light, no matter how hard, the feeling of those blunt nails dragging over his skin would never fail to get him excited; never fails to make him hot. The hand on his thigh gave a comforting little squeeze as it then began sliding towards his inner thigh making his breath hitch.
Squeezed the hair in his hands and it pulled a quiet whine from the blonde when he did so as the hand drifted up. He knew his legs could spread farther apart, eagerly so for that traveling hand if he unwrapped them from around Hizashi's waist but he didn't want too. He didn't want to let go of him for a second. Not yet. It was exciting, however, to feel the hand moving up, up, up, until it found its goal.
He moaned out softly as he shivered when fingers pressed against his twitching dick. He squirmed when Hizashi began rubbing idly; a light, perhaps even casual rub that had him tightening his legs, his arms, around the man tugging him closer as he pressed against the back of the blonde's head coaxing a harder, rougher kiss that was edged in slowly. He could sit there all night, just kissing, touching, holding the man.
He really could. Heat was smoldering, warming him from the inside out as his stomach squeezed and his hips slid forward as he swallowed another little moan wanting to fly out of him as those fingers abandoned that idle rubbing for a kneading motion that wasn't giving him the exact pressure he wanted at the moment but it felt as if he were coaxing. Trying to get him comfortable, relaxed and hard all at once.
Honestly, he didn't know if he would reach down perfectly, in fact it could be a touch awkward, but he slid his left hand from the blonde locks. He began moving it along the length of his shoulder, down his chest to his stomach which trembled beneath the touch. The eager little moan that left his husband spurred him onwards. He reached down a touch awkwardly like he had assumed he would but he felt it.
Right there beneath the tips of his fingers as he angled himself a touch lower, stretching down until he could press his hand against the hardening bulge, he found there against the shorts his husband had chosen for the night. He copied that kneading motion earning him another moan from the blonde, hips bucking forward against his hand and he delighted in the twitches when he began pressing down harder with a pressure that was returned to him.
Couldn't help a little moan himself as he scratched idly at the blonde's scalp, anything to distract himself from any possible embarrassment he could even begin to feel. Especially when he felt himself growing hard beneath the blonde's hand. It was then that the kiss was broken, the smack being ruined by his gulp of air that fed right into a yelp when he was dragged off of the counter into Hizashi's arms.
He tried desperately to hold himself up, tugging his hand away from the blonde's crotch and hair to grab at his shoulders while arms circled down beneath him to heave him upwards as well. The blonde spun on his feet, his heart jumping in his chest from the suddenness, as he met that burning gaze and he shuddered when the blonde licked his lips. The action was so casual that anyone would mistake it as the man merely wetting his lips.
A mere little action. But the sight of it sent Shouta's very blood aflame. It was like he was a meal, a treat, his husband was going to dive into and it made his heart fly at a sickening speed and strength when he was plopped down on the end of the table. He then dug the condoms, the lube, from his sweatpants pocket handing them to Hizashi who smiled at him as he opened the box, setting the lube down briefly on the table next to him.
Reaching inside, tugging the chain out ripping a condom off the end before placing the box on the table as well. And he shivered at the way those pupils seemed to expand rapidly, the burning look to them as blonde lashes fluttered in a blink. "H-How do you want to do this? Standing or sitting?"
"Sitting!"
"Alright! Push your pants down, take one leg out but leave it on the other leg."
He nodded as he then wiggled as he reached down to the waistband of his sweat pants and boxers, shoving them down then leaning backwards to lay flat on the table as he raised his hips up working the fabric down his thighs and he sat up once he'd gotten them down as far as he possibly could while laying. He swung himself back up into a sitting position, his hair eagerly brushing at the sides of his face.
Working the fabric down past his knees sliding his left leg out of the pant leg then left the other on his right as instructed. Naturally, his gaze flicked to Hizashi once he got it off as the cuff of the pants would hopefully keeping the fabric from flying off if they slipped down and he forgot all about his own pants; all about that stupid cuff. Hizashi, whether he intended to or not, had both his boxers and his pajama shorts around his ankles.
It made him wonder if they had just flown down his legs the way he imagined they did the moment they were past his hips and thighs. His pink tank top abandoned to the floor. He watched the blonde rolling the condom on, that piece of wrapper held tight between his teeth still, and as it was slid into place, he felt the gaze on his face prompting him to look up from his shameless gawking.
Looking up to find those green eyes gawking at him from head to toe. Like it was the first time. Like they needed to gawk, to ogle, and stare as if they had never seen the others' skin before; never seen the dips, curves, rolls and sharp angles of the other. Or maybe appreciating would be better. Staring and gawking at the body the other craved, touched, held and squeezed on display even if only half way.
He didn't need Hizashi to tell him to move, he didn't need to be told a single word to angle his hips up and he hoped to God Hizashi would know somehow that the muscles contracted, squeezing then twitching around the plug eagerly. Excited like the rest of him. Hands dipped down underneath him, fingers brushing against his skin sending shivers up his spine as he felt fingers nudging the flat end of the plug.
Dragged his teeth over his lip as he was nudged at again, pushed in then wiggled lightly as fingers no doubt pinched the end. It was odd how empty he felt the second it was slid out of place carefully, the muscles squeezing as if to fight against the feeling of it being pulled out. He felt a fresh wave of heat hit his cheeks when his hole twitched when the tip slid out and he was only grateful the blonde hadn't felt it.
Hadn't seen it. The last thing he needed to hear was how "eager" his body was, even if he wasn't doing a damn thing to hide it. He then heard the sound of it being dropped to the floor; he looked down to find it resting in the fabric of Hizashi's shorts and boxers rather than on the actual floor and he then looked up watching Hizashi reach out for the lube. His nails on his left hand were the rainbow pride flag still while his right hand was the bisexual flags colors.
The blonde claimed he didn't have the time to pain them back to their usual black color but Shouta had the inkling the blonde liked having his pride displayed on his hands and he didn't judge. Hell, he'd worn the pride flag pin and the most recent flag representing gay men as a pin as well for his husband on his costume all month-long last month. He wasn't going to bicker about it now. He jumped when fingers were sliding between his cheeks, his air flying down on a gasp as the pads of fingers rubbed against him.
He whined quietly when the sensation of the lube being spread against him had his hole twitching just like before. It was embarrassing, to a degree. While he knew there was nothing stopping it, nothing he could do to stop the muscles from reacting in such a way anymore than he could stop himself from getting hard, it was still a touch embarrassing and it felt like a betrayal of his body. Hizashi always knew how excited he was but his body seemed keen on showing it in a much better way than a red face, racing breaths and shaking hands.
He swallowed when the fingers pulled away, a hum of delight leaving his husband as he then squeezed a dollop onto his palm reaching down rubbing it over the condom. He wanted to insisted he didn't need all the lube as a precaution; that he was ready, that the lubrication on the condom was enough, but the look in those eyes told him that the blonde wasn't taking a chance. So, he swallowed his protests down.
The blonde then placed the lube down onto the table and reached out for him tugging his hips close to the edge; damn near off of the edge but he didn't mind. He was still halfway on the table either way, his arms braced against the cool wood, and he heard his own breaths hitching with their increasing speed as he felt the blonde angle his hips forward working himself between his cheeks.
Rubbing, sliding slickly against him making him whine loudly at the blonde as blonde lashes lowered behind the lenses of those glasses, brows twitching briefly and he heard the blonde' own breaths hitching, cracking lightly as they sped up to a tempo matching his own. How very long it had been for a chance like this. He whined again, his nails scratching over the table briefly as he curled fingers to his palms, and he swallowed when he then felt the blonde move back on a sliding movement then come forward pressing against him and- Oh, the moan that left him should be mortifying.
It should be making him want to curl in a corner and hide himself from the world. It should leave him not wanting to face his husband in the moment. It was deep in his throat but louder than he had initially thought it would as his husband slid forward slickly, bottoming out quickly. If he'd thought he was empty after he plug was removed then it was very, very deliciously remedied. Oh, if he liked plugs then there was nothing compared to his husband.
The stretch, the rub against his inner walls, the twitches were all far better than anything. The blonde's own groan was a throaty one, the sound sending goosebumps across his skin and hands slid along his hips to his waist then up his sides pushing the t-shirt up with the movement; he didn't need to be told what the blonde wanted as those hips ground against him idly. He shifted up off of his arms briefly to allow Hizashi to coax and tug the shirt up his chest.
Helping the best he could as it was then pulled over his head, placed on the chair next to them. He then leaned back on his hands as his husband leaned down peppering a few kisses to his chest where he then began moving to the side. He arched his chest up, his breath hitch when lips pressed against his nipple lightly only for them to part allowing teeth to nip at it and he whined as he leaned onto his left hand.
Lifting his right up to tangle his fingers into those blonde locks. He twisted his fingers into the locks as a tongue lapped over it making a soft whimper fly out of him when the pierce rubbed against his nipple. A hitching breath left him as he pressed against the back of Hizashi's head lightly and the tip of his tongue traced the rim of his areola. Tingles raced underneath his skin when the blonde then looked up beneath his lashes.
He lapped his tongue across his nipple again and he moaned out when the blonde closed his mouth around it, sucking at tit. He then felt those hips pull back then thrust forward in such a sleek, shallow thrust that it had him squirming with another moan flying out of him that was far louder than the first. It had him biting at his lip hard in order to muffle the sound the best he could. He arched his chest up.
Pressed at the blonde's head, twisted his fingers into the blonde locks, and the responding moan he got vibrated against his skin as teeth bit at his skin lightly, that tongue lapping at his nipple with sucks being delivered in between. He whimpered when his husband lifted his head up, moving over to the right side and repeating the same actions to that nipple as the left. Hizashi seemed to delight in licking, sucking, nipping playfully.
As if he were having the time teasing and prodding with his tongue until it was hardening as that piercing of his rubbing against it wickedly. It didn't take much silent coaxing for those shallow thrusts that had been paired with the teasing actions of that mouth against his nipples quickly changed into the long thrusts he adored. He moaned letting his head fall back as those lips crawled up his chest to his throat.
Teeth then nipping at his Adam's apple teasingly. His hair trembled against his back from the little rocking motion of those hips hitting against him and he for once didn't find it annoying. Didn't find it irritating. He released his lip, dragging his teeth over it when the shrieking pain of such a hard bite became far too much as lips crawled up to his jaw. Breaths hitching and fanning over his skin.
A groan leaving the blonde followed by a nip against it making him shiver. Knowing Hizashi would love nothing more than to leave a mark there, knowing how much HE would love to have a mark there, was tempting in every aspect but he wouldn't. Couldn't give in to that fantasy. That idea. He instead wrapped his legs around the slim waist, digging his heels into his lower back pulling a grunt from Hizashi as those hips began working faster.
Thrusting forward eagerly and pulling back with such delight that even he felt it without the blonde needing to say a thing. The quiet filled with that slick noise, the occasional squelch of the condom and lube each time his husband pulled back and thrusted forward fast enough, the fast-huffing breaths were all making him BURN; it was painful how fast his blood seemed to be rushing through him.
As if it was intent on making him burn that way as well. He slid his hand from those blonde locks to slid his hand down Hizashi's back, feeling the muscles flexing when he did so, and he dragged his nails up the space between his shoulder blades pulling a high, trembling moan from the blonde as his hips jumped forward in a frenzy of strength, of speed that had his eyes squeezing shut at the pleasure it sent ripping through him.
It was damn good and he was melting under it. Whimpering, he clawed at the blonde's back as Hizashi lifted his head to which he cracked open an eye; it was all he could afford as he peeked at the blonde through the trembling lashes to find a sizzling look aimed right at him and he leaned forward straightening his head up as Hizashi leaned in. The kiss was a burning, sizzling one that had him twitching with a moan.
He lifted his left hand from the table to curl it around the blonde's shoulders in order to clutch the man closer, closer, closer. He squeezed his legs around the blonde's waist tightly as he moved his lips in a frenzy against Hizashi's; a rough, fast kiss that had him digging his nails into a shoulder blade pulling another moan out of Hizashi and it was amazing. It was exhilarating. Was it the risk of such an open area?
Was it the fact it was right off the kitchen? That they were doing it here with not a chance of being hidden that did it? He didn't know, he couldn't tell, as those lips seemed intent on kissing every thought out of his head the same way those hips were moving faster, faster, faster with the unspoken order for it; hitting harder, harder, harder. All without him needing to breathe a word of him to do so.
He then hands on sliding up his own back, twitching at the touch, and nails bit into his skin as they dragged down. He cried out against the blonde's lips, squirming at the pleasure it sent ripping through him only to pool to his stomach as he clung to the blonde. He felt the lips beneath his own parting, throwing him into one of those all too familiar French kisses. He wanted to say they didn't do it all the time, that this wasn't a repetitive thing they participated in.
That a French Kiss wasn't always necessary and they didn't delight in it all the time but it would be a lie. A lie because they did, they did, they did. Oh, he loved these kisses. Ever since Hizashi got his tongue pierced he loved them far more; to feel that little bottom ball rubbing against his tongue, the smooth metal of the top ball he could nudge and play with to his heart's desire as it would often click off of teeth when the blonde got eager was his favorite thing.
It was merely instinctive how he happily twisted his tongue with Hizashi's, targeting that beloved piercing like he wanted; swirling, flicking and nudging the little ball he was all too familiar with. The feel of huffing breaths against his cheek mirroring his own, the hands clawing at his skin fiercely no doubt leaving those red lines on his skin. Even the way Hizashi's hair swung forward to brush against his skin as well.
It no doubt trembled down his back with his thrusts was a hot image. He always loved when Hizashi had his hair down but during sex? Oh, nothing was better. It was always so pretty to see the hair swaying, trembling and slithering over his shoulders as he hovered above him or even fanned out on the blankets as he laid on his back; so pretty, it was always so pretty. Twisting, licking, undulating and swirling his tongue with Hizashi's seemed to take up all of his attention.
At least, of course, until he felt the table, while very sturdy, was rocking lightly on its legs with their movements. It had him moaning out into the kiss loudly, far louder than he should, as he clung to his husband who was growing far too confident with those thrusts of his, slamming forward harder and pulling back faster until their skin was slapping together. It had him trembling excitedly as he clung to the man who was moaning shamelessly into their kiss.
It was hard to breathe and so his lungs began begging for a proper breath through his mouth; just one, just one. But he wouldn't. Not yet. Not yet, not yet. He shivered with those moans flying out of his husband, however, as they crested to those high keens or low throatier pitches that had his stomach squeezing excitedly. He whimpered when the nails dragged across his lower back, commanding his attention for a brief second.
They followed the curve of his waist, sliding up his sides towards his chest. He panting wildly through his nose, his lungs were burning, and he could feel that clammy sweat breaking out over his forehead as Hizashi grunted quietly when he tightened up around the man instinctively. However, that only spurred the blonde to go harder, harder, harder. The strike of his skin against his own was growing loud, sharply ringing out each time those hips swung forward against him.
God he loved it. He always loved that noise, loved that little reminder of just how hard the blonde's hips were striking at him. It wasn't surprising to him when an itching line trailed down his chin from the corner of his lips, didn't embarrass him as it would have in a rational mind, and he happily delighted in the sensation as he moaned when the blonde's hands slid up to his chest. His skin was burning, his face was burning, his veins.
However the burn his lungs seemed more prevalent than those others. More painful than pleasurable. They were all screaming with their different needs; screaming, shrieking for more, more, more. For air, air, air. It was the sudden tight pinch to his nipples, the pain radiating out from the fierceness of that grip that had him breaking that delightful kiss to throw his head back. He didn't think twice before crying out when his husband smirked at him.
When twisted then tugged at his nipples with such wicked actions he was sure he'd burn right away. There was no way his body could keep getting this hot during sex and withstand it much longer. "Yo-You like that, baby? F-Fuck! Mmm, shit! You l-like it when I pinch your nipples while fuc-fucking you?"
He strangled off the cry, the whimper breaking through wildly as nails dug into the sensitive skin of his areolas. However, the tight pressure on his nipples seemed to increase making him shudder at the pain it sent tearing through his chest. His brain was screaming it hurt, it hurt, it hurt and yet the way those hips were pounding at him making him tremble seemed to wash away that snapping reaction of his nerve endings.
He could hardly think let alone admit what an amazing balance the pleasure and pain was creating as he released a high, whimpering moan as his legs squeezed instinctively around his husband. The blonde moaned out, his thrusts jerking him a few times from the strength behind them as fingers twisted his nipples lightly making him whimper loudly again when his husband began babbling at him again.
"Ah! Ah, yes! Like tha-that, baby! Squeeze me f-fuckin' gooood, so good! Ngghnn I can feel h-how much you like it! Oh! Ohhh shit! Yeah, fuck yeah, I can! Mmmm, naughty li-little thing! Kinky b-bastard! I love you! And- Mmmmmf! I bet you love it!"
"Yes! Yesss! M-Mmmmn! Haah, I love you, Za-Zashi! Hnn, more! G-Gimme more! Haah, haah, so good! H-How are you so gooood, Zashi? Fuck!"
"I-I bet you l-love being fucked on a table li-like before! Y-You always did like h-having me fuck you as soon as we walked thro- Ahhnn, Shouta! Fuck! Haah, haah, how c-can you be so- Hnnn! Yeah! Yes! Fuck yes! Yes, yes, yesss! So good, baby, so gooood! G-God, you must like this s-shit a whole lot!"
"I d-do! Ah! Shit! Fuck, Zashi! I l-love it! Love you! Mmmmnnn! Yes! Yes, yes, yes! Find it, Za-Zashi! Find it, find it, fin- There! Right there! Fucking yes! More, Z-Zzzashi!"
He struggled to pitch his voice down, to keep from wailing and howling his words the way he wanted and he knew Hizashi was the same; the burn in those eyes when he managed to open his own was making him shudder at the shared feeling. But there was later, later, alter in the bedroom. Where he could wail, howl, and scream out all he wanted to get his husband to give him what he wanted. When he could be as loud as he pleased without fear of being overheard. Without worrying about his voice carrying.
He was then ripped out of his thoughts at the change in angle of those hips had his eyes threatening to roll back with each wave of heat it sent snapping up his back as he squirmed when hips struck at him viciously, pounding into him making him moan shamelessly low in his throat. Again and again those hips slammed forward, hitting his prostate mercilessly as he clawed at the blonde as he panted breathless with high, tiny choked noises leaving him.
He had no clue what they meant as the moans came out far more frequently than he'd like. He struggled to keep them low as possible as he clung to the blonde and clawed at his back when the tight grip on his nipples was finally released. "Nnngh, ha-harder, Zashi! Harder, harder, harder! Faster! Fuck me hard, Zashi, so hard, and fa-fast! Ah! Ah, ah, ahhhnn, fuck! Fuck me! I- Nnngh! Ohhh, oh, ah! Hnnn, haah, haah, please! Please! Give it t-to me, Zashi, gi-give it to me good! Fuck my brains out t-tonight, please! Please!"
The low, guttural moan he got from the blonde had him shaking as lips slammed down on his own choking off his frantic panting and he happily kept his mouth open as Hizashi's piercing clicked off of his teeth with the eager movement of their tongues meeting once again. As if to keep from missing a beat. Twisting, licking, flicking and undulating against one another in such a frantic manner.
Much like the hips that were pounding at him, hitting and rubbing up against his prostate deliciously making his legs tremble around the blonde's waist. Squirming, writhing against his husband who was making his own twisting and writhing motions against him as if he wanted to climb into his skin; claw his way down much like he wanted until the heat dissipated. He then heard a light knocking sound of the table legs no doubt hitting the seat of chairs.
Just the sound, the knowledge of the effect around them, had him moaning as his eyes finally rolled back at a particularly hard thrust and he squeezed his eyes shut, lashes fluttering against his hot cheeks. Twitching when he felt a bead of sweat drip down the side of his face. Clawing at that trembling back, hands in return flicking and rubbing over his nipples sending those tingling waves down to his stomach.
He listened to their moans and grunts mixing together as effortlessly as their groans and whimpers. Whines and gasps. It was all mixing together with the light, rhythmic sound of wood knocking against wood, the huffing breaths taken desperately through noses, the squelching of the lube and condom ringing out with those pounding strikes. Frantic, frenzied, hot, burning. It was everything.
Nothing existed outside of this burning lust, this sizzling hunger, the hips that were pounding roughly against him making his hair tremble around his face and shoulders. Nothing but Hizashi was relevant. Nothing but the pleasure zapping up his spine, the skin under his fingers, the hair brushing against his arms and hands as he did so was all that mattered. His husband, his blonde idiot, his Hizashi was all he could focus on.
Not the risk, not the situation, nor the repercussions he could face. Nothing, nothing, nothing but the man in his arms, the hips pounding against him harshly. He flicked at that piercing once it clicked off of his teeth, his lungs begging him to take a break once again though it felt far more urgent than it did before the kiss broke and yet he was far more unwilling to break it as the bottom ball of that piercing rubbed against the top of his tongue.
The blonde thumbs flicked over his nipples again and again, pinching lightly making him whimper into the kiss. He twitched as he felt another drip of drool dripping down his chin in that slow, ticklish manner yet it hardly mattered. He was sure Hizashi wasn't any better and the thought of those green eyes burning at him, lashes heavy and drool rolling down his chin. Those burning red cheeks and how those brows would come together was a sight.
They were all straight pleasure through his veins. The moan that flew out of him was strangled halfway through, guttural much like Hizashi's as he clawed at the man's back desperately, his toes curling as the pressure began building in his stomach; the tight coil of an oncoming orgasm was making him whine out. It felt strangely intense, his stomach trembling under the coil, and he clung to the blonde.
It wasn't there yet, not yet, not yet, but it was building and he knew it would only take one little thing to shove him off of the edge into the snapping heat of that delightfully intense orgasm he felt brewing. It was aweing how fast everything seemed to feed into those frantic, wild movements as he clung to the blonde and clawed at his skin making the man moan loudly into the kiss making his ears throb with the stabbing pitch yet he didn't mind yet.
He knew his quirk would be necessary tonight and if they wanted even a chance of not being caught he'd need too. That meant he had to focus. He had to concentrate through the waves of his own orgasm to stop Hizashi from wailing out at that pitch that he knew would pierce through the walls and floors as if they were paper thin. Would hurt eardrums, scare Eri awake, and make everyone panic where they would then run downstairs.
And he refused for that to happen. The thought of not only his son but his daughter and his son's boyfriend catching not one but both teachers and parental figures fucking on a table was not how he wanted this night to go. He wouldn't let that happen. Not a chance. Squirming, writhing, pressing tighter to one another as hands abandoned their teasing pinches and flicks against his nipples instead wrapped around him clutching him closer to the blonde's chest tight.
So tight, tight, tight as those hips pounded into him was amazing. Amazing, euphoric, good. So fucking good. Deliriously so. He wanted to be held tighter, tighter, tighter until his very bones ached from the tight grip. Wanted Hizashi's hands on him, striking, clawing and gripping him just like this until his skin was red and marked up from teeth, finger nails and the slaps delivered to his skin.
He didn't know how he knew but he just couldn't do it anymore. He knew he couldn't keep up the kiss, not when he needed the air to soothe his burning lungs and soothe the ragged need as his orgasm clenched tight through him threatening to snap. He ripped his lips away gasping in breaths only for Hizashi to jerk down, sinking his teeth into his throat but he couldn't think of the repercussions of that action.
Not when his head falling back as the heat ripped through every single fiber of his being it seemed. Intent on making him writhe as he squirmed desperately against his husband and even with the frantic breaths, he'd taken his cry was silent. Strangled in his throat only to come out in choked, croaking noises as he his brows came together tightly and his mouth hung open as he jerked, twitched through each frantic spurt his neglected erection gave.
It was torture. It was amazing. When was the last time he had come so viciously without being jerked off? It had to have been years since that happened. Right? If not then when was the last time? He couldn't remember as Hizashi released a strangled moan against his throat as he stiffened beneath his hands. Trembling from the tight coil, his thighs no doubt just as stiff as his own as they trembled while trying, trying, trying to stay quiet.
He was damn near blinded by the orgasm as he trembled through those vicious throbs his erection gave as if angry at a lack of stimulation but there was later, later, later. His throat felt thick, squeezing tightly with that silent cry until all of his air it seemed to rush out to which he gulped in another heaving breath as his orgasm finally ebbed out of him after what felt like an eternity but he knew was merely seconds.
A minute at most. He shook as he clung to Hizashi, whimpering at the hips grinding idly as the blonde's teeth bite fiercely at his throat until the man was releasing stuttered little moans accompanied by huffing breaths as the air rushed out of him, seeming to deflate. Shaking, shaking, shaking. He didn't know who was shaking harder; him or Hizashi but it didn't matter. It didn't matter because lips attacked his throat.
Crawling up to his jaw to target his face in those soft peppering kisses as he returned the favor by kissing that face in return in a frenzy of soft, peppering kisses to the freckles, those hot cheeks, the tip of his nose. He didn't know how he found them, who moved to that angle but lips were very quickly on his own in breathless, soft kisses being traded back and forth as he clung to blonde. When they broke apart, panting breaths mixing in with one another's, he swallowed before speaking.
"G-Goddamn!"
"I-I know! Pretty fucking h-hot, wasn't it?" He snickered breathlessly at the blonde's cocky little tone, a playful sparkle to those foggy eyes and he happily allowed lips to attack his face once again only for the blonde to pull back tilting his head. "You up f-for another round i-in the bedroom? Catch our b-breaths first? Recuperate?"
"Ab-Absolutely! But Hizashi?"
"Yes?"
"Bite my fucking th-throat again and you'll be banished to the c-couch! You get that?"
"S-Sir, yes, sir! An-Anything else?"
"Get your pants up an-and move! Before those gr-gremlins come down and literally catch you with'em down!"
"Smart man!"
"Someone has to be."
"Hey!"
"Oh, stop p-pouting, Zashi, you know I love you."
"You're being mean, Sho!"
"And you're sulking. Come on, don't pout! I'll make it up to you and when I do you'll love it. I promise."