Throbbing earlobes.
A burning hip.
The soft feels of hands on his skin, warm from the heat gathering beneath the blanket.
Shouta couldn't imagine a better way to spend his afternoon; couldn't imagine being anywhere but lying in bed with Hizashi's legs overlapping and sliding between his own, arms curled tightly around him and hands drifting lazily up and down his back sending tingles racing under his skin with each downward slide. His lips pressed firmly, warmly to Hizashi's holding that same lazy sensation/
The cool air from the air conditioner seemed intent on attacking at any possible expose skin as he curled strands of blonde hair around his fingers happily. It was a day he was grateful for. A day perfect for this and this alone. To lay in bed, the warmth radiating off of the blonde's skin that he was sinking into, and the soft feel of his skin twitching beneath his when he slid his own hand down his side earning him a sharp breath or a soft hum.
Nemuri kindly had offered to take out Hitoshi and Eri for the day, to drop them off at the dorms and give them the greenlight for when Shouta and Hizashi were ready for them to come home. When they were ready to leave the bedroom and be presentable adults again. He wanted to say he didn't get these days often with his husband but that would be a lie; his children were amazingly independent.
Hitoshi never seemed unwilling from letting Eri tag along to visit his students at the dorms and Eri seemed all to happy to get out of the house once in a while to see the other students of his. It gave them hours of time to do as they pleased; hours to lay, to kiss, to touch and exist next to one another. He shivered when nails dragged lightly along his skin, the lazy movement of their lips brushing quietly was hidden beneath the sound of the air conditioner.
Hidden beneath the soft music playing on their speaker in front of the tv. He felt arms hugging him tighter, squeezing him to the blonde comfortably prompting a soft hum to leave him as he curled himself to the blonde as if he could climb into his skin; sink down and be satisfied by the closeness. He had never, ever admitted it out loud but he loved when Hizashi held him tight. When he squeezed and clutched him to his chest like he was some cherished stuffed animal.
Like a pillow he had to hold close less he drop it off the side of the bed or lose it somehow. He loved those arms curling around him, legs twisting with his keeping him from pulling away easily, and he loved it when a hand would find its way into his hair to scratch over his scalp or tug lightly at the strands. They were all things his husband must have picked up from his reactions over the years to give him exactly what he needed.
What he wanted. He may be affectionate in private; he may curl and cuddle up to his husband or slide his arms around his waist when he was doing the dishes but sometimes it felt nice for Hizashi to just take the initiative and give him something he didn't know he had been wanting. He did the same for the blonde. He never knew how he timed it or how it came along when it did, but the way his husband would melt both physically and emotionally when he did the right thing at the right time?
Oh, he loved it. Loved how his husband was seeming to melt now with each soft brush of their lips with that lazy, warmth of their make out session that seemed to have been going on for an eternity now. An eternity he wanted to be longer. It felt physically impossible to think of pulling his lips away. Of uncurling, untwisting, himself from the blonde; he wanted to lay there, with those lips moving and pressing against his own softly.
Happily copying the movements of his own as hands slid up and down his back. As he twirled that soft, silky blonde hair around his fingers while sliding his own hand up and down the blonde's warm skin beneath the blanket. He could stay like this forever. He could live like this forever. Sixteen years in and he happily, excitedly looked forward to the sixteen that would follow. Seventeen. Twenty.
He sighed softly through his nose when nails again drifted down his skin making him shiver at the tingling sensation it sent straight to his stomach that flipped then squeezed eagerly. While he could happily lay there, tangled up with Hizashi trading those lazy kisses back and forth, he was finding himself eager for a little more; a little something to soothe the quiet ache that was settling itself along his bones.
To appease the desire twisting through him lazily. Threatening to tighten at a moment's notice. He pressed his lips firmer to Hizashi's, moving them a touch faster than those lazy movements. He hummed when the blonde began following along; slow yet no longer lazy, firmer and not long soft. The air was chilled, sending goosebumps over his skin when it managed to brush against it, and yet there was the warmth of Hizashi.
The warmth their kisses created beneath his skin and the sun that was filling the room were all utterly perfect to remedy the chill of the air. He knew if they turned the air off now it would become uncomfortably warm due to that July heat but he liked that thought. The sun felt warm anyhow when it managed to streak over his skin when he moved, when he got the angle just right, and he could happily say this was by far the best afternoon.
Tomorrow, they would be going to the lake with Eri and Hitoshi, Denki coming with them, and he did look forward to it. Looked forward to having his husband there this time but this? This by far beat anything. Beat their weekend with their high, sixty-nine afternoon and their inebriated night on the couch and the mutual masturbation. It was better than everything. Even that night when they'd been up at that ungodly hour in the morning just to delight in a quickie with their clothes on.
He heard a soft hum leave his husband this time as their lips moved together, gradually creeping past that slow rhythm without intending to and he didn't mind it one bit; he enjoyed it, in fact. He felt legs wriggle against his, tightening as feel curled around his calves and he tightened his arm around the blonde as a hand slid up the length of his spine to bury itself in his hair. Nails scraping along his scalp lightly.
Humming when they twisted locks around long, slender fingers he adored. He felt that other hand sliding along the curve of his waist, back and forth, back and forth, softly as that all too familiar quiet smacking of their lips moving against one another's began occurring far more than the occasional intervals of earlier. No longer brushing together quietly together. He honestly liked when he could hear their kissing filling the air of the room.
It fascinated him; to have that noise betray the eager, delighted kissing like that was absolutely aweing. And sometimes, just sometimes, it could be embarrassing; it was a double-edged sword of sorts. To enjoy and be embarrassed about it was something that was merely instinctive to him. He shifted listening to the rustling of the blankets as he did so though he had an intention; a plan. He released those soft strands of hair from around his fingers, sliding his hand up where it thunked against the head board.
And before the blonde could pull his lips away, he used his shifting motion to move into a roll. His husband surprisingly didn't breathe a word of protest, didn't turn his face away to tell him not too, and by the time it was over his knees dug into the mattress on either side of his husband as he settled on top of him. The movement caused the blanket to slip down off of him, allowing the chilly air to swirl and attack the exposed skin.
He shivered at the hit against the warmth he'd accumulated but he didn't care; not when those lips were moving with a tinge of excitement to them, moving with all the absolute delight the blonde pour into the kiss as the hand in his hair slid down to join the other on his waist. Holding, kneading and scratching lightly at the skin making him sigh softly at the tingles it sent racing underneath his skin.
He slid his own hands up to the blonde's chest, fanning his fingers out against the warmth of his skin and the scratch of those wiry chest hairs against his palms as he did so but it was amazingly pleasant. He would be forever grateful his husband decided to listen to his request and let it grow out again rather than waxing it like his legs and armpits. It was the wildest thing on him given the blonde insisted he got awful razor rash when he shaved his chest that way so the blonde hairs were allowed to grow wildly.
He fucking loved how wild they were. That for all of Hizashi's feminine appearances he'd had over the years that the little reminders he would get from that stupid little mustache, the chest hair beneath his hands, and naturally his dick were all there to let him know that while he may look feminine to others at first glance that he had the best of both worlds. That his husband was happily indulging in cross dressing when the children were out of the house.
The same way he wore his jeans and leather pants outside of the house; that he could pull off both a feminine and masculine look without even trying never failed to turn him on. Make him hot when he saw the blonde happily lounging in the living room with a skirt on or lying in bed with a lingerie set that he dug out of his drawer that he wanted to show him. When he dabbled with subtle or bold eyeshadow looks and soft, pink lipsticks with those deep reds?
Those rich blacks, and even the vibrant purples his husband would often wore? All of it was fascinating. Oh, nothing was better than that. He kissed the blonde as he allowed that excitement, that eagerness, to tint the kiss just enough for the blonde to get the hint; for his husband to pick it up and return those emotions. Here he was, a man nearing entering his early thirties, making out with his husband shamelessly like he was nothing more than a horny little teenager.
No better than a teenager excited to be alone with his boyfriend for the first time. If the enthusiasm Hizashi poured into the kiss meant anything about feeling the same, then he had to feel a touch grateful; a touch relieved that it wasn't just him. He felt a stab of embarrassment when he released a soft sound when he felt the blonde's hips rocking up against him slowly. An easy, comforting little movement that he hadn't been aware he initiated.
Hadn't been aware he'd been so lost in his thoughts, in the pleasure of having those lips beneath his own, that he'd begun rocking at all down against his husband as hands rubbed his waist softly as he ignored the sensitivity that reared its head on the left side. Ignored it happily as he felt nails dragging back and forth over his skin. He let out a quiet little whimper at how he seemed to be tingling, shivering away.
Happily rocked down against his husband's hips and happily dragging his own nails over the blonde's chest as his own hovered above them. Ready to sink down against the blonde at any moment. He slid his hands forward brushing them over Hizashi's nipples earning him a sharp breath from the blonde. His chest arching up eagerly pressing his hands between their chests snugly as he shifted them.
He adjusted his position in order to raise himself awkwardly just a bit higher. Shifting upwards, sliding his lower half against Hizashi earning him a soft little moan. He dragged his nails lightly over the areola's, knowing Hizashi loved that just as much as he loved direct stimulation to the nipple itself, and the shiver he got told him it was right. He rubbed the pads of his fingers against the smooth skin earning a twitch.
Delighting in tracing the shape blindly before flicking his thumbs over those pierced nipples. The whine he got from Hizashi as hips bucked weakly against him disrupting their rocking had a soft moan leaving him as he rubbed his thumbs back and forth over the nipple being sure to lift one side of the piercing. It had the blonde man beneath him shuddering as he toyed with the nipples happily.
Honestly, he loved that Hizashi's nipples were so sensitive; before and after they were pierced. He knew he could go for a light, teasing pinch to go with their lazy rocking, their kissing that seemed to be speeding up; not with that desperation but a quiet urgency that begged for more. He could tease. He could play. But he didn't want too; the blonde had been teasing and playing all day long. He didn't want that anymore.
He pinched the nipples tightly earning him a loud moan from the blonde, lips breaking apart with a smack as his husband's head pressed back against the pillow with an airy little sound following after that moan. Nails raked harshly against his waist making him shiver as he pressed his lips down against his jaw softly. Fluttering them down to his throat to the curve of his Adam's Apple delightedly and giving a nip to it.
Giving in to the quiet urge as he pinched tighter at his nipples. A breath led into another loud moan as he felt the man squirm beneath him, hands holding him down as that rocking was traded quite happily with a grinding that he joined in with instinctively. It was far better than those lazy, slow rocking motions. He released the tight pinch to flick his thumbs lightly over the nipple and moved his lips over before biting down onto the skin.
Digging his teeth earning him as shudder when he began sucking at the spot as he dug his teeth in and the blonde's nails dug into his skin making him shudder as he moaned out grinding his hips down. "F-Fuck, Sho! Mmm, you might have me thinking you want somethin' if you keep this up!"
The moan beneath those words had him shivering as a hand slid up his side and buried itself into his hair again, twisting the locks around fingers and pressing him down to his throat as he bit down harder. Sucking at the skin fiercely in order to leave a mark, to leave any kind of mark. He knew his husband didn't care, wouldn't care about flashing off a hickey in public, and he liked that. Liked that he was bolder than him to show off a mark like that whether intentionally or forgetfully. Hizashi merely didn't care where he left his bites, his hickey's and his claw marks, he accepted them gratefully and happily much like Shouta did as long as they were beneath his neck.
"H-How do your ears feel, baby? They still hurt?"
"Mmmmm, not really."
Really? His ears? Is that really what Hizashi was worried about? Perhaps it WAS the reason they were lying in bed to begin with, why they had crawled under the blankets and why the blonde hadn't taken his hands off of him once. That morning, as soon as they rolled out of bed, they'd gotten ready and fed everyone. He'd styled Eri's hair into those adorable Sailor Moon buns she so adored, the rest of her hair spilling down her back.
Hizashi then took her to be changed out of her pajama's into perhaps the cutest outfit he'd ever chosen for her It was only a pair of overalls with a white short sleeve underneath but the kitten stitched into the front of the overalls was adorable when paired with flip flops for her to wear and two pink bows decorating her buns. Hitoshi had devoured his breakfast, taken off with Eri behind him to the car where Nemuri was waiting and wished him luck on his appointment.
He'd promised Hizashi something good, something that the blonde tried for years to convince him of and he recently decided to say fuck it too. He had made an appointment at the closest pierce and tattoo shop for him to get his earlobes done; five minutes in the waiting room, fifteen in the room, and three deep breaths for each hole then it was done. Four holes punched right through his lobes with black stoned studs that winked playfully when they caught the light just right.
Especially when he tilted his head at an angle that caught them. He'd gone for a small-ish size; nothing that would be noticeable behind his hair but definitely unmistakable if his hair were up. Unmistakable if one knew what to look for. He was honestly surprised, however, that Hizashi wasn't asking about his hip yet; after all, that one felt far more tender and sensitive than his ears did. Or rather, they were two different types of sensitive tenderness that.
Two different types he didn't want to focus on. He released his biting hold, eased off of the spot that glistened in the light of the room from the saliva and already held a light red tint to the skin with the indentations of his teeth around the spot from the intensity of his bite. A touch giddy at the knowledge that it will no doubt leave a bruise there in a matter of hours. Shaking off the giddy thought, he cleared his throat lightly.
"I'm fine. They don't hurt as much as earlier." He murmured back leaning in kissing Hizashi's jaw again as he rubbed his thumbs over the hardened nipples delightfully before making his way downwards rather than up like he had been contemplating and ignored the tickle of those wiry blonde hairs on his face as he made his way down to his left nipple.
"G-Good! I know it hu- Hnnn! Mmm, shit, Sho!"
The blonde shivered with a high, reedy sound leaving him as his chest arched up eagerly and the hand in his hair clutched at the locks. Scraped his nails over his scalp making tingles race under his skin until he was sure he'd start buzzing wildly from the sensations alone. Lapping his tongue over the nipple, rocking his hips down against the blonde's as he did so had the man shivering underneath him. Hands clutching at him.
He could stay here forever. Rocking, scratching, squeezing. Nothing was better and he loved when it was reaffirmed every single time. Feeling like some kind of love struck, horny fool as nipped at nipple delightedly. A high whimper left his husband as he flicked his fingers over his right nipple, pinching lightly as he swirled his tongue around the left. Loving the way the blonde squirmed underneath him when he lifted his head up again to grin at the man.
"And I do want something. Can't you imagine what I want, Zashi? I'm sure you can take a hint now and then without me needing to say it."
"Oh, I know what you want, baby! So why don't you get our stuff?"
He placed a light kiss to the hardened nipple earning him a choked noise as fingers squeezed tight, tight, tight at his hair before releasing the locks making him swallow a whine of disappointment as Hizashi shifted beneath him. Nodding, he crawled off of the blonde and towards their bedside table tugging the drawer open dipping his hand in to grab the few loose condoms they had resting on the bottom.
Then he clicked his tongue lightly when he plucked one up along with the lube. Are they flying through condoms faster than he thought? He was turning back to the blonde who had rolled onto his side, sitting up on his arm causing the pillow to dip as his head tilted. A confused, adorable little look on his face as those brows pinched together. His lips forming a little pout when he then sighed softly crawling back over to the blonde.
"Are we just flying through this shit, Zashi? Are we really that bad with these things? Worse than horny teenagers?"
"I don't think so! Just remind me to grab our stuff next time I go to the store and I'll make sure to get a good amount this time without obnoxiously taking the whole shelf or all of the same products for ourselves. Like, three boxes and three things of lube would be good, right? That way we don't have to worry."
"Sounds smart, not an obnoxious number but it might be a bit excessive but if we fly through so much lube and condoms that we're using up our backups it might be necessary." Shouta sighed out rubbing a hand over his face that felt hot beneath his fingers; it was a bit embarrassing, honestly. To think they were constantly needing to get more.
Constantly needing to run to the store to keep their sex life going but he was far from being desperate to not only abandon condoms but to abandon lube would be out of the question. Sure, he liked it once in a while to not use a condom but that didn't mean he would forsake himself like that; he wasn't going to clean himself out every time they had sex. Not happening. "Whatever. Let's figure that out later. Make a little budget."
"Ahhh, there's my little control freak!" His brow twitched at the croon aimed his way as eyes glowed at him, the smile on his husband's lips annoying in that second when the blonde then held his hand out towards him and he let his gaze flicker down when the light caught his wedding band.
Winking at him as if it were some kind of coconspirator. He felt his own lips slowly but surely melting into a pout themselves. "I am not a control freak. Just because we limit and ration things doesn't mean I'm a control freak."
"You are one hundred percent a control freak and you know it! Now come here, baby, and let me take care of you! Let me give you what you want, yeah? Then we'll be adults and leave the bed, put our big boy pants on and face the rest of the day. For now, how about we just enjoy a little afternoon sex, hmm? Show me that sexy tattoo of yours again?"
He could sit there, scowl and glare at the blonde man. He could act as offended as he wanted too, but would he? No. No, he would not as the offer was one, he didn't think he could turn down at that moment. Not with the ache that had settled itself between his legs, the desire twisting into his very skin prompting him to move forward with the condom held tight in his hand and the lube in the other.
Hizashi flopped onto his back again and he crawled on top of him Back in his place, straddling the blonde's pelvis, and looking down at him; at the soft flush to his cheeks, the blonde lashes that fluttered and those adorable freckles of his smattered thickly on the bridge of his nose, the heat he saw in his eyes. Hands that stroked up his thighs gently as he placed the lube down on the bed next to them and dug his knees into the mattress as he leaned down. Lips parting, his head tilting back as he came down covering them with his own again and relishing in the hands that swept up his thighs to his waist.
Sliding up his sides making him shiver as he pressed his lips firmly to Hizashi's. Kissing him delightedly, perhaps a bit eagerly, and the lips beneath his own responded in kind as a trace of heat from both sides was allowed to mingle into the kiss as he felt nails gliding and raking across his skin. He shivered at the sensation as he began grinding down against the blonde, hips jumping up beneath him to join in the rhythm.
And then the blonde pulled back just a touch making his brows come together until it clicked; teeth bit at his lower lip making him jerk with surprise. He didn't- They only did it once, didn't they? Nipping? Never a full bite, not what he could remember at the moment, and yet the moan that flew out of him should have been embarrassingly loud; should have made his hot face feel unbearably, painfully heated and it did.
Oh, it did but not with that embarrassment. It was the last thing he thought of as lips then pressed a kiss to his bottom lip once those teeth release it then to his upper lip and he rolled his hips down in tight, eager circles as the blonde whined at him as he did so. He could feel the blonde getting hard beneath him. He was doing no better. He pressed rapid, fluttering kisses to the blonde's lips once, twice, and then moved down to his throat at that reddening mark there pressing a brief little kiss over the skin.
Loving how it pulled another whine leave the blonde as he moved back down to his chest. It arched upwards eagerly, his own heart pounding quickly as he pressed his lips to the nipple once again; he nipped at it, the blonde shivering as a hand slid its way up into his hair as if to force him down Hizashi merely clutched at him as he gave another little nip. He then parted his lips, flattening his tongue against the pierced little nub pulling a whimper out of the blonde beneath him.
Happily he repeated the action before twisting and undulating his tongue to lift one side of the piercing up pulling a moan out of the blonde as he slid his other hand up to target his left nipple with his fingers. Drifting his fingers over the hardened nipple there, he attacked his husband's chest with every wicked intent; licking, rubbing, nipping and flicking. Pinching, biting teasingly. He loved making the blonde squirm, watching those teeth sink into his bottom lip.
To keep his whines and whimpers down. To bite it as he struggled to keep his moans from cresting up and hurting his ear drums, or perhaps just an instinctual thing. He didn't know, he really didn't, and yet he loved it. He traced the rim of his areola with the tip of his tongue, licking at him as if he had never had the privilege before; as if this were his first time given this chance. He closed his mouth around his nipple, biting down right.
Right as he sank his teeth onto that nipple, he pinched the other tightly again. And oh! Ohhhh the howl that left his husband's lips as his hips bucked up wildly, thrusting against him making him bounce with the movements had him moaning against his chest. Nails clawed at his scalp fiercely, yanked at his hair before shoving him down into place not giving him the chance to even think of pulling away.
Keeping him trapped down against his husband's chest as he bit harder at the nipple until he was sure he could feel the metal between his teeth. Feel it as he swore, he could feel the bar running through the nipple he was pinching tight, tight, tight and twisting lightly. The moans flying out of Hizashi crested and fell wildly; raising a near howl then down to a guttural moan as those hips jerked up against him in a few wild thrusts against him.
It made his thighs tense with the pleasure it sent pooling in his stomach before it settled into a frantic grinding. Harsh, pressure filled circular motions that he happily copied until both of their moans mingled together. He then released his bite, released that tight pinch, and began flicking his thumb over the nipple idly as he suckled at the one in his mouth. Flattening his tongue over it again and again, sucking and nibbling at the hardened nipple.
Positively loving the feeling of each time he licked at it; the nails clawing at him were sending shivers of heat down his spine, pooling in his stomach as he ground down searching for a remedy for that ache of his twitching dick. The ache of the desire griping him tightly as the lust flamed through his veins, under his skin, and left him feeling hot, hot, hot. That other hand of Hizashi's, the one that had begun idly clawing up and down his back, had disappeared a while ago reappeared.
What was he going to do with it? Where was he reaching? It wasn't until the hand in his hair slid carefully out of it and working the locks from around fingers that he very quickly understood. He bit at the nipple after giving it another playful lick, lifting his head up and in return pulling on the nipple just enough to have the blonde squirming beneath him with another moan as he heard the little crack of their lube being opened; drowning under the wave of excitement that raked over him. He slid over to Hizashi's left nipple, flattening his tongue over it earning him a whimper from the man.
Focused his attention on this nipple as well. Licking, nipping, nibbling and playing with the metal of his piercing with his tongue until the man was arching his chest up as high as it could possibly go it seemed as he heard the slick sound of lube being spread. He traced the rim of his areola, delighting in the shivers he got in return before closing his mouth over the nipple where he contented himself to flicking his tongue over the hardened bud.
Unable fight the urge, he bit at it playfully as he slid his hand up Hizashi's chest to use the edge of his nail to do the same thing. Trace what he hoped was his areola successfully, the dampness from his mouth being the only tell he had as he sucked at the nipple in his mouth roughly earning him a loud moan from the blonde. This sound prompted him to do more. And so he began flicking his thumb over the wet nipple.
The squirms, the airy whimpers, the way he could feel his husband's heart pounding against his chest, had him breathless. He was absolutely delighted that he had managed to get his husband so aroused over a little play with his nipples and four little holes in his earlobes. A tattoo on his hip. Such insignificant little changes to his appearance, mere additions he hadn't blinked twice at but things.
Hizashi, however, wouldn't stop marveling over from the moment they were done and the moment they came home. Little changes that he wasn't sure how he didn't know that they were a thing his husband would like so very much. The blonde had always danced around it, had suggested and asked him if he would ever pierce anything but he never imagined the reason that could possibly be behind those questions.
Now it was tempting to go for more. While he wasn't sure he could do another piercing he was absolutely sure a tattoo could be done. That pain was far more bearable than a piercing needle, but would he? He didn't want to go crazy with it, didn't see himself with many tattoos, but the way his husband had peppered his hip and traced the edges of the cling wrap when they came home? Well, that spoke all that he needed to know about how his husband felt about the little thing.
He hummed softly as he sucked at the nipple in his mouth, flicking his thumb over the other before giving a playful little pinch as he nibbled at the pierced nipple hearing the metal clicking lightly off of his teeth when he did so. The squirm he got, the unbearable eagerness he knew the blonde had to be feeling was fueling his own lust; his own eagerness for more, more, more. He whimpered when fingers plucked then lifted up the waistline of his boxers and sweatpants.
It was almost playful how the other hand sliding down a touch awkwardly smearing a few little spots of lube against his skin but he didn't mind at all. After all, if he was to do something that left him sweaty and breathless then what did it matter if lube was on his skin? How could it matter? He inhaled sharply through his nose when slick fingers dipped down between his cheeks easily, rubbing over his hole pulling an eager little moan out of him.
He shifted himself in order to arch his hips backwards as Hizashi continued grinding up against him sending sparks up his spine from the sensations. Fingers that rubbed, rubbed, rubbed over him and hips grinding up against him. Urgently. Lustfully. He pulled himself up as the fingers let go of the fabric judging by how that hand slid up his back. How those nails dragged lightly over his skin as he lifted his head up releasing the nipple.
Marveling at how that piercing shined at him with the lighting, the saliva coating it, and he let his eyes flick up to his husband. Green eyes were smoldering, burning at him with those wide pupils and the flush that had smothered itself over his cheeks. The tight pinch of his brows creating that adorable wrinkle between them with fluttering little blinks as he stared right back at him. And when he spoke he swore that husky tone would be the death of him.
"You're so fucking sexy, Shouta, you know that?"
He nodded as he whimpered when a finger pressed against him, pushing yet not pressing in with the force needed to slide in and he dragged his teeth over his lip when the blonde tilted his head against the pillow causing it to rustle. The sight of those blonde locks spread awkwardly, chaotically across the pillow was beautiful. Hizashi was a true sight to see and he couldn't tear his gaze away even if he wanted to.
That finger pushed at him as it began rolling in circular motions against him, teasing him as he squirmed arching his hips backwards with a little shiver. Shivering as he leaned in pressing his lips against Hizashi's jaw, his hot cheek with another soft noise leaving him. Swallowing down a moan as that finger continued circling against him, rubbing with just enough pressure to make his hole twitch excitedly beneath those teasing rolls.
"Mmmm, n-not as sexy as you, Zashi!"
"I'd beg to differ! God, I fucking love those studs, you know that? And I love that pretty little tattoo you got on your hip too. I bet you got it because you knew it would drive me fucking crazy, didn't you? Drives me nuts to see my name on your pretty pale skin. To see those studs in your ears making you look sexy as fuck, don't you? You like that it makes me so crazy, Sho?"
He couldn't think, he couldn't speak as he whimpered again at his husband arching backwards as he moved his lips up to the bridge of his nose, down to the tip of it lightly, and catching his top lip in a soft kiss as that finger pushed against him and he sucked a hopeful breath in. It rushed out on a little moan as the blonde pushed the finger forward. His fingers curled instinctively into fists making the blonde shiver as his nails dragged over his chest.
He then gave a playful little bite to his husband's lower lip when he felt them parting with a shaky little breath. Couldn't fight the temptation of it. He covered those lips again happily, enthusiastically when that finger began thrusting slowly; in and out, slowly, lazy and rubbing deliciously against his inner walls already as he let out another noise against the blonde's lips. Eager, enthusiastic, euphorically did he kiss the blonde.
Kissed him with every drop of heat that he could possibly possess and it was returned. Ohh, it was given back amazingly. Lips sliding, smacking, brushing quickly against one another with a hint of that roughness he so adored yet never jumping over it. Never diving into a rough, sloppy kiss but rather a kiss that sent the right amount of tingling heat to his stomach that went hand in hand with the finger thrusting into him.
It was the type of heat he loved. Not the blinding, combustible heat that left him in a frenzy to do something about it but rather a heat that burned, burned, burned in that slow way. A heat that was taking it's time raking up underneath his skin until he felt feverish; took its time in scalding his veins with the blood there, and he delighted in it. Oh, he knew Hizashi would love the tattoo more than the studs.
Or maybe he knew the man would love it all when he got them done. The fact he was laying here with the blonde touching, squeezing, scratching and kissing him the way he was had a euphoric effect to it. All because of some piercings and a tattoo. He moaned at the press of that second finger against him, massaging itself against the skin lightly. He knew any other time he would have been mortified with how his hole twitched eagerly at the touch.
Betraying the fact he was already wanting more, more, more already and they had only just gotten one finger in. Only one. How could he feel so starved for one man? How could he want more? How could he want to go, go, go whenever he had a moment alone? Whether it was being curled in his arms, having those lips on his own, he always wanted more. More moments with hands on him, lips on his face, his neck, his back.
To have those eyes on him. He was hungry for more but he couldn't vocalize it right; he couldn't think of the proper way to express it but Hizashi always made up for it. Always understood. He shuddered as that finger pushed into him slow, slow, slow and moaned out softly in time with Hizashi. Unable to bite it back as it slid in alongside that first finger and he squeezed instinctively around them.
The blonde shivered beneath him as those fingers held still. As if letting him grow accustomed to a sensation he didn't need to be used too and he allowed his lips to move harder. Faster. Hotter. He loved the deep, throaty moan his husband then let out as he returned the kiss. The urgency, the heat, had him wriggling as he dug his knees into the mattress. Loved it when he dragged his nails over the blonde's chest earning him another low sound from the man.
He let out a hum of approval when the stillness was broken for slow, shallow thrusts; a cautious little speed that he was used too yet the groan flying out of his husband at the involuntary flex of those muscles that resulted in a twitch had those lips moving fiercely against his own. Harshly, roughly, and with such hunger to the movements he felt breathless; as if Hizashi were hanging by a thread.
As if he was close to snapping. And he didn't blame him; oh, how he didn't. Even the memory of that tattoo etched on his hip, the low throb in his earlobes, all worked with him rather than against him. He knew realistically it wasn't smart to get someone's name tattooed on himself; it wasn't a smart move for anyone to do it as relationships changed and ended, feelings died and people moved on but to go sixteen years strong with his husband he was confident.
After all, he had it in a place he knew others wouldn't see and could easily cover up if he had too with a different tattoo but until then? Until that day, until that possibility, he would proudly gawk at his husband's name etched across his hip in an elegant cursive he'd chosen; the name that he would scream, howl, and wail out as if the blonde had imprinted it there himself. A name he swore he'd never get tired of saying.
Whether it was playfully, tiredly, angrily, happily, softly, loudly or on a moan, a groan, a whine or whimper, a hiss, a snarl. He loved his husband's name and the fact it was on him permanently? Well, it might just be driving him a bit batty himself. Especially when Hizashi had promised to do the same. To get his name on that soft tanned skin. That skin he kissed, scratched, clawed and bit. It was aweing.
It was flattering. It was fucking hot. The brush against his lower lip followed by a little nip was all he needed to part his lips; to happily welcome that delightful game of twisting, flicking, undulating and happily playing with that piercing that would click off of teeth. The fingers thrusted into him faster, speeding up slowly to keep from hurting him somehow even if he didn't need that caution; didn't want it.
While it definitely did take some time to grow accustomed to a French kiss, to get over the strange sensation of another person's tongue in his mouth, he could say he quite enjoyed these kisses at this point in his life; hell, he loved initiating them. How could he not want to play with that wicked little piercing that drove him crazy? Even before his husband got the piercing, they'd been awkward, clumsy with their French kisses with one trying to overpower the other in their eagerness.
Sometimes even rendering the other lost as they struggled to figure out their own little rhythm when it came to it. It had been painfully awkward but they had figured it out; nothing overpowering, nothing like those awful stories he'd caught his students reading and caught glimpses of online. There was no 'dominance' of his mouth, there was nothing like that and it was quite disgusting in his opinion how it was described like that.
There was no need for dominance, there was no need for someone to be lacking behind; to him it had always been about both being an active participant, having their roles and to him it was always a game. That thought, that ideal, always went with his regularly shared kisses with Hizashi. There didn't need to be a dominance play nor an overpowering pressure on his own lips. If anything, they gradually built and took it higher together when the other hinted at it and he loved that.
He raised his brows at the soft hum he got, the noise tugging him out of his thoughts to recommit himself when that piercing clicked off of his teeth and he moaned out when those fingers thrusting into him barely brushed over his prostate, pressing down and rubbing against the spot wickedly. Deliciously. He jerked, jolting under the pleasure that was sent in sizzling waves up his spine and a few moans poured out of him into the kiss.
Shuddering when Hizashi's free hand raked it's nails across his lower back and he whimpered softly when they rubbed at the spot wickedly with those up and down motions before alternating with those wicked circles that had his legs shaking. Had his toes curling and his breath racing as he jerked his hips backwards eagerly only for those fingers to pull away making him whimper wildly at the loss of those hot, zapping waves.
Then they scissored out; the stretch, the push at his muscles, never failed to have him squirm, to tremble at the little burn of being spread open and he loved it. How long Hizashi's fingers felt, how they pushed at him and sank in far deeper than his own and could oh so effortlessly target his prostate if he wanted to but never did. Always teasing, teasing, teasing. As much as he loved those fingers thrusting into him and the slick noise ringing out with those sliding thrusts, he needed more.
He was grateful when his husband began scissoring his fingers outwards and creating a cacophony of switch ups. Thrusting into him and spreading his fingers out, sliding in and targeting his prostate wickedly to rub against the spot until he was trembling and whining into the kiss as he happily twisted his tongue eagerly with Hizashi's as the man moaned with each twitch and tightening of his hole around the fingers.
His breath was positively racing through his nose, hitching and cracking out leaving him to swallow in order to fight those little coughs from the awkward breaths. He kept his lips pressed firmly to his husband's as nails began raking up and down his spine with that delicious pressure he didn't know he needed; a pressure that had his hips grinding downwards. He felt Hizashi's hips jumping up eagerly to join him again, settling into a lustful, grinding rhythm.
Moaning when those fingers scissored out again and again. It was a breathless, lustful, hot, and far too hungry to go ignored for a second longer as Hizashi thrusted his fingers into him faster, faster, faster and with a strength as his hand hit against him each time he thrusted forward as deep as he could, grinding up against his prostate each time as those hips jerked beneath his own. Pulling back to scissor out eagerly, urgently.
Struggled to get those proper breaths through his nose and taking shallow little ones each time, their lips parted even a bit yet it wasn't enough. Nothing was enough. Not the air, not the fingers, not the hips jumping and grinding against him. Those fingers thrusted into him again and again, betraying that trace of impatience he could sense in the blonde. While, yes, he could happily enjoy an afternoon of simply making out and fingered to an orgasm as they ground together, it wasn't what he want.
It wasn't a quickie he was after this time. He broke the kiss, gasping in a lungful of air that wheezed on its way down with how fast he took it and he heard his husband's own heaving gasp yet lips chased after his own eagerly with a whine flying out of the blonde and he happily complied with those fast, pecking kisses that sent bolts of heat through him each time. At least until e pulled away as those fingers fanned out making him shudder with a whine of his own as he squirmed.
"Fu-Fuck me, Zashi, please? Please? I can't take it anymore! Mmm, it's fine! I'll be fine! You know I will be! So please? Please? Please, Zashi? Le-Let me ride you? Please?"
"G-God, Shouta! You sure as fuck know the impact of your words, don't you?"
He whimpered as those fingers thrusted into him quickly, the huffing breaths between them seemed far louder than that quiet slick noise and he ground himself down against the blonde, rocking himself back and forth in a mimic of those sliding motions Hizashi had performed on him so long ago. So very long ago. Another little whimper flying out of him as he pressed his lips to his chin and jaw softly.
"Please! Please? Zashi, p-please! Let me? Let me, please?"
Fingers slid backwards scissoring again, again, again, as if gauging and debating with each outwards spread until he was moaning impatiently against his husband's jaw and the man groaned back at him. "You really want my cock that bad? You act like y-you haven't had it in years and we just did it the other night, baby! I-I might start thinking you're addicted to me or something!"
"Please, please, please! Nngh! Please, Zashi!"
Oh, the low groan he got was magic. It was utterly, completely rich as it sounded from deep in his husband's throat and it cracked lightly on its way out. Fingers scissored out before pulling them out with a slick sound to which he twisted off the blonde as soon as that had slid out of his pants. He was carefully working the waistband of his sweat pants over his hips carefully to keep the cling wrap from being ripped off, arching them up.
He then stripped them down his legs and feeling the bed next to him moving with what he had to guess were identical movements from his husband. He flicked the pants off of his ankles with his feet impatiently, turning to the blonde to find that he'd snagged up the condom and was ripping into it rather viciously; as if he were the one addicted, as if he wanted it that bad. Watching his husband's slick fingers pluck out the condom then tossed the wrapper off to the side on the blanket.
He couldn't help but notice as eyes locked onto the tremble of those fingers rolling the rubber time into place and he watched Hizashi look side to side briefly before snatching up the lube as he crawled forward. He sat back on his heels next to the blonde, shifting his weight next to him as he watched Hizashi make fast yet through work to spread the lube over the condom as those green eyes then lifted to him making him shudder as he squirmed.
Impatient. Waiting but so, so impatient. The quiet squelches that rang out, the fast and excited breaths that hitched when hands then reached out for him as the blonde laid down onto his back, head supported by the pillow again. He happily shifted forward, his hands finding their way to his chest as he swung his leg over the blonde's lap then lifting a hand from his chest in order to reach underneath him for the slick erection.
He may be eager, excited to settle himself on the blonde's lap and lose that tight control he held onto so often, to ignore the fact that maybe he was a control freak to some extent but as he held that twitching erection in his hand, he looked down at his husband. For all his whimpered words, his impatient moans, he really had the upper hand. He could beg, plead for his husband to give him what he wanted.
And what he knew Hizashi wanted even if the blonde wouldn't admit it until he was whining himself, it all hinged on whether the both of them were ready. On his being ready. And as he lowered his hips feeling hands slid up his thighs making tingles race ahead of them as if his body knew where they were heading, and he bit his lip as they did indeed slide right up to his waist to dig nails into him.
As if the blonde were the one painfully excited about the drop. He swallowed when he felt the head pressing against him, feeling a wave of heat hit his cheeks when his hole gave an excited little twitch which Hizashi groaned at and he knew he could tease. He could play and poke fun at the blonde until they were both whimpering for the other to move. But as he met those smoldering, dilated green eyes he found not a single will to do that.
Not this time anyways. Not when those fingers then slid down to lightly touch the cling wrap covering his left hip and he twitched at how even a light touch like that felt far too much for the angry, red skin but he held his breath as the fingers danced away to trace the edge of the cling wrap. The tape holding it in place. That was it. The little distraction he needed. He sank his hips down, squeezing lightly at the erection before moving his hand.
He let himself slid down and brought his slick hand up to the blonde's chest again as the man moaned out loudly. He released his own breathy, low moan when he settled down on the man's pelvis and held himself still for a moment. Taking that moment to appreciate everything in that very second. The chilled air from the air conditioner, the low throb in his ears as he cringed when his hair brushed against them and the sensitivity burning in his hip.
Even the rustling of the blankets beneath them, of Hizashi's hair rubbing against the pillow as their fast breaths hitched and cracked lightly on their way in and out. The heart thudding rapidly beneath his palm much like his own and the feverish feel of his husband's skin against his own as he let out a soft little moan at the twitch. Oh, everything felt good in its place and he could sit there all-day long marveling over every little thing in the world that was right in that moment.
But he had other things he wanted to do. Other things that sounded far better than merely holding still like that. He adjusted his legs, letting them fidget and until they were positioned comfortably on either side of Hizashi as he dug his knees into the mattress and he gave in to the temptation. Oh, how he could go on about how he always loved the way those nails bit into his skin when he began moving.
Even if it was this lazy, back and forth rocking. The breathy moan Hizashi released sent shivers down his spine as he continued to rock his hips, even if he didn't need too and even if it was necessary to work up to it, he liked to do it. He liked to move his hips slowly until the blonde was clawing at his waist with that silent beg flickering through the heat of his gaze. Until he was whimpering.
He gave a moan of approval when the hands on his waist released their tight hold, sliding along his stomach making the muscles quiver from the touch and he licked his lips watching the hands travel up his chest then raking nails through the curls of hair there. He whined out as he then abandoned that slow little rocking in favor of rolling his hips, grinding downwards with that same lazy energy to it.
Nails dragged down his chest to his stomach making the muscles jump and tense viciously as he whimpered when a hand covered his left one lifting it up. He happily twisted his fingers together with Hizashi's, clinging to onto his hand as he fingers squeezed his hand gently; just like at the shop. Just like when that needle punched through each lobe with precise, quick work the blonde had still held his hand tightly and squeezed each time the needle slid through even if he didn't react physically.
Tried to hide any possible flinch. He swore Hizashi had been more worried about the piercings than he had been but the feel of his hand in his was always welcome; always good, always comforting and even now as he ground his hips down feeling his erection twitch inside of him it was a delight to squeeze that hand in his. When had they stopped holding hands during sex? It felt like he hadn't clung to it in forever.
It felt like he always chose to instead to wrap his arms and legs around him, dig his nails into the skin and cling to him. It was the fingers brushing down the underside of his erection that had his hips jerking forward eagerly with a high, reedy noise flying out of him. He couldn't identify it, whether it was a whimper or whine, he couldn't tell as he felt the hips beneath his wriggle in a thrusting motion upwards even if there was no space for him to pull out.
It was an upwards movement that bounced him lightly and the request was easy enough to comply with. As much as he would love to alternate between rolling, rocking, and grinding his hips down on Hizashi, there was always tonight. Always time as the man insisted every day. He dug his knees into the mattress lifting himself up and dropping back down in a shallow little bounce that he was excited himself to repeat.
And he did. How easy it was to settle into a shallow, quick bouncing rhythm that had both of them moaning out as he clung onto the hand on his. Squeezing his brows together as he let his eyes shut for a moment. That's what he promised himself; a moment. He heard Hizashi's feet sliding along the sheets, the whispering and rustling from his movements only to feel his legs bending up and as he came up, hips thrusted meeting him as he came down.
Oh, it was good! It had a shudder roll over him as fingers instinctively tightened on the blonde's. It was all fun and games until someone got impatient. And the feel of those hips meeting his little bounces, the hitches of breaths, had him raising up higher and coming down harder. Faster. How quickly he was abandoning his little movements, his little teasing's for more. Fast, fast, fast. Hair trembled against his shoulders.
Trembling then brushing at his hot face and against his ears lightly as fingers drifted against his erection pulling another high noise out of him and he shuddered when those fingers curled around him, he groaned at the blonde. Unbale to find a word to say. He shivered at the moan he received in response as he pressed his knees to the bed, focusing his momentum and leverage on them as he lifted his right hand away from the blonde's chest up to the headboard to squeeze.
To give himself something grip onto and he leaned forward at that perfect angle that he wanted. A damn good one. Half leaning over the blonde as he felt his hair slither over his shoulders, brushing up against his face annoyingly yet it was very easily forgettable as he focused his attention on coming up faster, faster, faster away from the base. On coming down harder, harder, harder to meet those thrusts that were snapping up at him now impatiently.
He heard a faint buzz next to them on the table but he couldn't focus. He couldn't pay attention. His breaths rasped out of him; cracking pants that were echoing beneath him that hitched on a tiny noise of some kind - a moan? Groan? Whimper? What was it? It was tiny, barely audible as those hips struck up against him each time he came down. He could figure it out later. Later, later, later. For now, he settled into that rhythm that was always so damn easy to fall into.
Coming up faster, feeling the muscles flexing in his thighs as he did so, slamming down feeling his husband hitting against him as he did so and he clung onto the blonde's hand fiercely. The hand on his erection began stroking slowly; an easy rhythm that contrasted his own fast bounces and had him moaning eagerly as fingers squeezed at him tightly sending those delicious little waves of pleasure through him.
The blonde moaned out loudly when he intentionally tightened around the twitching shaft inside him and he opened his eyes to find those heavy lidded, smoldering green eyes leveled on him; the crashing, startling snap of excitement to have them on him was never unwelcome. He wanted them on him. There was never a doubt he was the only thing on Hizashi's mind when they had sex, he knew that, but with those eyes on him like that he could see it.
He could see how they greedily moved over him, eating up every single inch of him and it was that look alone that had him feeling exhilarated. To see those eyes flicking from his face to his hips then finally, finally, finally on his little tattoo. He knew when he was looking at it as that lustful, hungry look flared to life with a heat that had him trembling. He clawed at the headboard, squeezed the hand in his tightly, and moaned in that trembling, high pitch that should be shameful yet it wasn't.
Oh, God, it wasn't, wasn't, wasn't. If anything, it inspired those moans, groans and quiet grunts to fly out of Hizashi as he moaned above them, whimpering when the blonde's hand began stroking faster. Squeezing, rubbing at the base only to slide up grinding his thumb to the head pulling a cry out of him as he lifted himself up and down eagerly until he felt the bed bounce lightly with his hard downward hits against his husband making the man grunt at him.
Yet not a word of protest left him. How his world could be eaten up by this man beneath him, by the hips that thrusted into him, and his bouncing, he would never know. How he could lose himself so easily like this. But he loved it. That he could sink into a place where nothing mattered and it didn't matter how loud or vulgar he was. Where he could let himself be. What he loved the most, however, was his husband's expressions.
His moans, his groans, and whines. The way he twisted, writhing beneath him as hips jumped eagerly; the way his brows came together tightly, his lashes fluttering as if struggling to stay open, the smoldering heat held in them, and the flush smothered over his face only to burn in the tips of his ears. So hot, so vivid he swore his chest was flushed with that blush and his lips parted as his mouth hung open similar to his own as he heaved in those cracking, rasping breaths.
Staring at him with fascination, with the lust and arousal that never failed to set his blood ablaze. The hand on his erection was stroking fast, fast, fast matching his increasing bounces; coming up fast, coming down hard as he could until he was sure the bed was shifting with his movements. It was what he love the most. To feel it bouncing lightly beneath him from his movements, from Hizashi's, was what he loved the best.
He wriggled his hips slightly as he came down and the fire that zapped up his spine had him wailing out as he squeezed the hand in his fiercely. He squeezed the wood of their headboard as his hips worked instinctively; moving in a frenzy as he bounced wildly managing to hit his prostate a few times from his own adjustment of his hips was amazing. The wild, frenzied bounces were matched by those hips thrusting just as eagerly, matching his frenzy.
The blonde's moan crested up making his ears ring lightly as he winced but God he didn't care. As long as his hearing wasn't impacted, muffled somehow then he didn't care. Let the man be as loud as he wanted. As long as glass didn't get broken, he didn't give a single fuck right now. He could hear huffing, little noises mingling with each exhale and while he wasn't quite sure what they could be.
Were they moans he strangled or groans that didn't have the strength to be vocalized? He couldn't tell but twitched when nails began biting into the back of his hand as he listened to Hizashi's moans cresting and dropping wildly, up and down, up and down. They sent shudders down his spine as he tensed up around the blonde pulling a wail from the man as his head pressed back against the pillow.
Lips trembled, moving silently on a moan before the blonde gasp in a breath and he knew the man would babble. Embarrassing as it could be, Shouta absolutely loved his husband's dirty babbling. He didn't know if merely fucking himself on the man or the dirty talk always got him off but as awkward as he had been in the beginning with his husband's colorful bedroom talk, he liked to believe he was just as good.
Could get his husband off with a mere few bland words. It worked, however, that call and response of those dirty words they used to get himself along with Hizashi off but it was still fascinating how it always got him so hot. Was it the slurred moans of praises? The growled snarls of words that left him defenseless? He didn't know but they were damn good when he heard them. He could get off on Hizashi talking dirty in his ear without even needing the sex.
"F-Fuck yes, baby! God, I love you! S-Sexy, beautiful man! So bea-beautiful! Mmmff! Yes! Fuck yeah! Like- Hnnng! Yes, yes, yes, Shouta!"
He whined at the slurred praise flying out of Hizashi, his hands squeezing at him respectively making his whine melt into a moan of his own as he clung onto the hand in his tightly. Tight, tight, tight he squeezed it as if it could make up for throwing his arms around him. No, not making up for it because it was just as good as holding onto him. He squeezed that hand as tight as he dared, trembling as he bounced himself eagerly, his pants huffing out of him.
His husband's free hand clawing at his waist sent shudders down his back, arching forward with a whimper as he listened to the choked moan flying out of Hizashi. Clinging onto that hand in his own as he clawed at the headboard fiercely. His husband always claimed he shouldn't get so worked up during sex, that he'd make himself dizzy or confused but God the blonde seemed to be shoving him towards being worked up. Shoving him to that frantic state.
"Ahh, ah, shit! So good, baby, so good! Haah, ah! Ohhh, shit! Shit, shit, yes! Lo-Look at you fucking g-go! Riding m-my cock like you have all the rights to it! Mmmnnn, fuck! Squeezin' me so t-tight, baby! So tight! G-Goddamn, Sho! Yess! Show me how m-much you love me! Sh-Show me how much you want me! H-How much you w-want my cock like you do!"
"Haah, haah, love it! Mmm! Want it all the time! Wa-Want you to touch me! Nnnn! L-Love having your hand son me all the time! It feels so g-gooood! I love it! Oh! Oh, Shit! Shit! Ah, ah, ah! Please! Please! Mmmm, so good, Zashi! Mo-More! F-Ffffuck me harder! Ta-Talk more! Please! Please! Mmmff, love he-hearin' you!"
"Mmm, I will! Fuck, I'll t-talk your damn ear off! Ah! Nnnghnn, yes! Hell yeah! Oh, fuck, Shouta! Ride me, baby, ride me so goood! Fuck, fuck! Ah, ah, just l-like that! Su-Such a good fucking boy! Mmmm! Sh-Shoulda gotten that tattooed on you! Such a g-good boy! Daddy's good boy! I-Isn't that what you are?"
"Yes! Yes! Yes, yes, yesss, I am!" He didn't think twice before wailing out in response as the heat ripped and shivered down his spine from those occasional hits to his prostate paired with those praised words aimed at him was an aphrodisiac effect. It left him hot, hot, hot, searching for more as he continued those wild, frenzied bounces despite the burn of his hip.
Despite the quiet whisper at the back of his mind telling him if he went this rough, this hard, that his thighs and both his hips would be aching later but he didn't care to listen. He didn't care. It was a damn weekend. He could do as he pleased on these days and be just fine on Monday. He knew he would be. If he wanted to ride the absolute fuck out of his husband right here, right now, or all night long then goddammit he would.
He'd ride this man until they were both limping and sore afterwards and he'd do it with a smile. He'd go again and again and again until he felt he couldn't take another moment with his husband touching him. If he kept that hand on him. He writhed when that hand wrapped around his erection making him buck forward wailing out as he clawed at the back of Hizashi's as he bucked forward into it.
"Nnnghhnn ju-just for you! Mmm! I wa-want it to bad all the time! Lo-Love you so much, Zashi! So much! Mmmfff! I ne-need y-you a-all the time! Ah! Ah, shit! Hnnn, so good! Always wa-want more! More, Zashi, more! I want- Yes! Shit! There! There, there, there! G-God, I- Haah! I can't- So- It's fucking-! Zashi! Zashi! Mmm! I can't-!"
"I-It's okay, baby! You can c-cum if you want! Such a g-good boy you are! G-Gave me such a nice surprise! You w-were so good! C-Cum all you want! I- Mmm! You're t-the best, baby, the best! G-Gettin' my name on you! Ah! Ah, ah! Oh, fuck me, yes! Shouta, Shouta, so good! So fu-fucking good! Yes, baby, yessss! L-Let me see how m-much you love fucking yourself on my c-cock! How g-goood you feel! Do it, baby, do it!"
Burning, burning, burning. All from a few pretty words, some praises, and he was falling right apart. It was always around this point that Hizashi would give in and flip him over; slam him right down on his back where he would happily hold his legs open or curl them around his waist yet the blonde didn't move a muscle to do so. He seemed all too happy on his back, his hips snapping up roughly against him each time he came down, the blonde's hand squeezing his own as nails dug into the back of it, and it didn't matter.
He was clinging, squeezing just as tightly at the hand in his with his own nails no doubt biting into the back of Hizashi's and the man didn't seem to care. Or maybe he simply didn't notice it? He didn't know, he couldn't tell, not when his mind could only focus on moving faster, faster, faster. Come down harder, harder, harder. On riding this man for all his worth, as if he had trained every damn day for it, and to do it until he was crying out.
Until he didn't know where he started and Hizashi ended. Hell, his orgasm was right there, that aching tight knot that had his thighs flexing and tightening in bursts as they trembled lightly and his stomach was tightening as he whined through the build of it. It was right there and he was burning up as his hair flew around his face and shoulders with his wild, frenzied movements. Fingers squeezed his erection making him squirm with the onslaught that was sizzling into him .
Burning him alive as he clenched up around Hizashi with a cry as those fingers squeezed with that perfect pressure. The one he needed as that hand flew up and down his erection quickly; spreading the pre-come over his fingers with that wicked look to his eyes. Burning, burning, burning. He could feel Hizashi squirming beneath him just as fiercely that wicked lost was lost as they started up at him.
Staring at him with that pleading look. As if he were begging, begging, begging him. Did his own convey the same? Probably. Probably, probably and he loved it. Waiting on that edge to see who would reach that orgasm first; him or Hizashi. Who would tip over first? Who would give in to that burning, sizzling heat first? He loved the sight of his husband. That deep red flush obliterating away his freckles and how his brows tugged together so tightly they twitched from the clench.
How his lashes were fluttering on his lashes with that sheen of sweat glistening on his face with a droplet slithering down to his temple. His long hair spread out awkwardly against the pillow, tucked beneath his neck and back and how fast his chest was heaving with his pants that cracked and rasped on their way out with high little noises peppered in. How his mouth hanging open allowing those moans and groans to fly out of him with such shameless enthusiasm that he couldn't help his own.
God, his husband always said he was pretty, that HE was beautiful but he couldn't be more wrong; how could he ever compare with the image he had right now? He was melting, melting, melting under the hands squeezing and clawing; stroking faster, faster as a thumb rubbed against the head smearing the pre-come welling there with a slick sound that had him shuddering. All of it, every little expression and action from his husband, was as if he had to focus on his orgasm.
Focus on getting Shouta there as soon as he could. And when he looked at the blonde again he found those blonde lashes cracked just a bit for him to see the heat there. Oh, that did it. It was a fast thing, that orgasm; he had gone from feeling those little tells to climbing higher, higher, higher until he was throwing his head back and he could hear his voice raising, wailing out something.
He just couldn't figure it out. Was it a sentence? A phrase? A single word? Hizashi's name? He couldn't decipher it through the moans flying out of him as his orgasm snapped through him leaving him writhing, squirming as he slammed down onto the blonde, grinding down through the wave of heat that obliterated every little thing that wasn't this. His legs squirmed, the muscles in his thighs trembling.
Trembling as if they struggled to decide whether to squeeze against Hizashi's own wriggling ones or spread wider as he shuddered. He felt the hand in his squeezing, gripping, clawing at the back of it as the blonde writhed beneath him shouting out something in English; he recognized it but he didn't quite understand it. Only his name peppered in with a string of words before it dissolved into moans that flew out of him so fast, so high they trembled until he heard the lamp shades next to the best rattle lightly.
He glared at the blonde who struggled to strangle it down low in his throat until it was at that guttural, grating pitch. Had he heard that moments ago he knew it would have tipped him over. It was a rumble that no doubt vibrated through his throat and chest, something he knew if he'd been touching, he would have lost it. He eased his hips upwards before flopping down on the bed next to the blonde only for hands to grab his waist tugging him closer.
He slid over, knowing that while he was sweaty and hot from it, he just couldn't stop himself from curling into the blonde like he had been moments after they'd gotten home from the appointment; how he had earlier. He tugged his face into Hizashi's throat, hot breaths fanning against his hair as lips then pressed softly against it. He closed his eyes as he clung onto the blonde, sliding his arm around his side.
Too quickly did the space against his throat became unbearably warm from his own panting breaths but he wouldn't move. Not yet. Hands slid over his sweaty skin, up and down his back, along his side, up to the back of his head scratching his scalp softly while kisses were pressed to the top of it until a cheek nuzzled itself to his head. He moved his own lips in soft little kisses against his husband's throat while squeezing his own arm around the blonde as if he could force the man into his very skin.
Slid it upwards into the messy long blonde hair, twisting locks around his fingers delightedly as he felt the smear of come against their stomachs yet the blonde didn't move. "God, I f-fucking love you, baby! I love you so goddamn much, you know th-that?"
"I love you t-too, Zashi. We n-need to clean up, there's c-"
"It's fine! Just g-give me a few minutes, we'll have to t-take a shower anyways! Let me cuddle you f-for a few minutes, baby. Do your e-ears still hurt? Your hip?"
"They're fine." He murmured against his throat as he continued lazily twirling those locks around his fingers as nails scratched comfortingly at his scalp making it a touch hard to focus on words; to focus on what needed to be done versus what he wanted to do. And what he needed was to get cleaned up to keep from smearing the come on his stomach any more against the blonde's.
What he wanted to do was lay here curled up in his arms, that cheek nuzzled to his head and his face nuzzling into his husband's throat. To continue lingering in his orgasmic euphoria a few more minutes before they joined the real world again. Before they stepped back into their roles as fathers, get their dinner ready for the kids who would no doubt be returning home soon. But perhaps, maybe, he could afford just a few minutes like his husband asked for.
"Love you, Zashi." A lazy. soft chuckle was his answer as he felt the cheek nuzzling itself to his head softly, nails continuing to drag over the back of his head lightly sending weak little shivers down his spine.
"Someone's in the mood to hear that lots, huh? Well, I'll say it as many times as you want, baby. I'll say it every damn minute if that's what you want."
Lips pressed against the top of his head briefly before the cheek was again nuzzling itself back into place and warm breaths fanned over his hair softly. Arms tightening around him squishing him to the blonde's chest as he hummed softly at the hold. Shutting his eyes as he pressed a few more kisses to his husband's throat before nuzzling his face into it. Waiting to hear it. Loving the way it sounded in that husky, deep voice that cracked lightly when he spoke.
Lips then pressed against the top of his head, a cheek no doubt nuzzling itself against it instead of placing those soft kisses. And he found his lips tilting up as Hizashi let out a perhaps the happiest, most content sigh he'd heard today. "I love you too, Shouta."