"Alright, little listeners, remember that the test on Wednesday is about your vocabulary! I also would appreciate for homework to be handed in on your way out and then I want an essay on any particular theme in a classic book that you've read. Romance, revenge, disgusting gore, whatever it is that strikes your fancy! That means no plagiarism and there isn't a chance you'll get out of it! I have a list for it so choose what you'd like off of that list! I want the essay in English! After school help is listed on the school website and of course, feel free to stay after to work out a time or email me! And-"
The bell was shrill as it cut him off, Hizashi's eyes flicking to the speaker next to the door then waved his hands as bags were lifted, zippers jingling as binders, books and folders were slid into place already. "Go! Scatter, enjoy your afternoons, little listeners!"
It was like letting puppies out of a fenced area; the way chairs screeched backwards, feet rushing around desks as bag were zipped up and slung over shoulders were hilarious to him as students rushed for the door sliding it open as he held his hand out for papers to be placed into them albeit clumsily but he didn't mind. The din of voices in the hallway bounced off of the walls as the students rushed out the door.
It was like a sigh of relief echoed in his head when the last piece of paper being slid onto the pile in his hand and he sighed tapping the bottoms of them on his podium; he couldn't blame them. If he could he'd be running out of the room, hunting his husband down, and dragging them both home. He placed the papers on top of his computer which was humming quietly with the half-written email glowing on the screen.
The cursor was blinking at him, right in the middle of a sentence that he'd stopped at when students had shuffled into his room after lunch. He'd have to wrap that up when he had the time for it. He walked up to his chalkboard, snagging an eraser up and got to work on erasing the chalk from it; humming quietly under his breath as he fell into the mundaneness of cleaning off a chalkboard.
The heat from outside was radiating off of the asphalt, off of the metal tops of cars, and he pinched his lips together any time he saw those oozing waves radiating upwards from the ground. While he loved summer, he knew his husband had to be roasting. While he too loved a good black-on-black ensemble he knew better than to wear it on scorching days like these. His poor husband, on the other hand, seemed to wear black no matter the weather.
Hell, their trip to that lake just this past Sunday had left Shouta a sunburn along his shoulders, arms, and legs. Even his face was a touch flushed with a faint little sunburn along his cheeks, forehead and nose but it wasn't quite as noticeable as the rest of him. Despite the sun burns he already had, the man stubbornly chose to wear his black costume and his black-on-black ensembles that made up his wardrobe.
He couldn't fault Shouta for that. It was half of his wardrobe, like he had stated before but the man had to be doubly hot wearing black like that. And, if he had to admit it to himself, his husband looked ridiculously attractive in all that black. He finished swiping at the board when his phone vibrated on his desk prompting him to look over curiously as he placed the eraser down, a hum leaving him.
Sighing out, he walked over to the desk and he reached up scratching his cheek lightly as he walked around the desk sitting down as he scooped it up. He looked at the screen of his laptop to see the notification waiting for him there as well; a mere alert his package had been delivered. Well, he had something to look forward too when he got home! He clicked his piercing against the back of his teeth lightly as he stuffed his phone into his pocket.
He then reached down tugging open the top drawer for his wallet and housekeys to which he slid into his pocket as well then reached up shutting his laptop screen after making sure his email was saved as a draft. He snagged his computer bag from off the floor, slid the device in, tucked in the charger and then slid his stack of papers in on top of them before zipping it up with a hum. He jumped happily to his feet, swinging the strap over his shoulder.
Humming to himself, he then made his way around the desk with a little pep to his step. Hoping there was a possibility that Shouta was still in his classroom. Hopefully picking up his own sleeping bag and computer bag with his papers in them. Shouta had been spending quite a few nights at the dorms, while he himself had been staying at home with the cats. However, he was eager for the chance to take Shouta home tonight for even a night!
Giving a little skip over the threshold of his classroom, he made his way down the hallway with a little spring to his step. Not quite a fast walk nor a sprint but an eager little pace as he listened to his boots on the hallway as a few straggler groups of students made their ways to stairwells with hushed giggles. It was rather quick getting to Shouta's room; he hummed as approached the open doorway poking his head around the doorframe to find his husband slinging his own bag up over his shoulder.
The black-haired man already had his yellow sleeping bag tucked under his arm and he smiled brightly as he stepped into the doorway. Brows flicked up at him, a rather bland and unimpressed look on his husband's face as he bounced on his toes lightly and he dragged his teeth over his smiling lip as lashes fluttered when the black-haired man looked him up and down before speaking. "What?"
"So, you're coming home tonight?" A nod. His heart fluttered wildly with the excitement as he smiled at the black-haired man. "Awesome! Then let's do something special, yeah?"
A flash of interest. Good. Shouta understood exactly what he was talking about, what he had hinted out with those simplistic words alone and he smiled bouncing on his toes again as Shouta adjusted his hold on the sleeping bag before taking those long, brisk steps across the room past his podium. Funny, how the last time they were here that there was a much bigger sense of urgency.
He stepped out of the way allowing his husband to step over the threshold shutting the door behind him, lashes fluttering again when he looked at him and he could see the effects of that sunburn on his face; a soft red coloring that, had he not known of it, would assume it was a blush. It was cute. Honestly, the man burned faster than anyone he knew of and it was all due to his husband avoiding the sun like it was the plague.
And like the plague, once it got him, it got him good. And yet his husband hadn't complained once when Eri fussed over his sunburns and promised to still take her out no matter what. He then swayed back on his heels as his heart fluttered when the man stood there against the door; his shoulder against the wall as he fought the little wave of excitement, the giddy feeling when he reached out lightly touching the back of Shouta's hand carefully.
Doing it as discretely as he could as he lowered his voice again. "Of course, if you don't want to, that's okay too. I just missed you sleeping in bed with me and being home, you know? I missed you, Sho."
"You could've stayed here with me." Shouta's voice was a low mumble, fingers twitching beneath his to lightly tap against his own before he began walking down the hallway prompting Hizashi to push off the wall and give a little trot as he settled into an easy stride next to his husband, watching his black hair flutter lightly around his shoulders from the light breeze stirred up by his brisk steps.
"Shouta!"
"I'm just saying! There's nothing ever stopping you from staying in the room with me or in the teacher dorms at all. I don't know why you don't."
"You know why I don't stay here with you, Sho. We're way too loud for a school campus and you know I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off of you."
There it was. A rush of color to his husband's face that had absolutely nothing to do with the sunburn and a sharp look was shot at him as he smiled at the man but he wasn't retracting his statement. He wouldn't. It was true, anyhow. The last time they had some something even slightly sexual in the dorms, they'd gotten a few complaints and Nezu had chewed them out for it to which they promised to keep it at home.
Of course, they could soundproof their dorms as Nezu told them they would have too if they wanted to do anything like that on campus again but Hizashi saw no need. Why do that here when they had a perfectly good house to be as loud as they pleased? "Besides, we have the cats and Eri and Toshi at home to look after. That's why I can't."
"Mmm, I guess I get that." His husband's voice was a low little grunt as they made their way down the hallway, boots loud on the linoleum as he easily kept up with his husband's long, brisk strides that he copied rather easily.
It wasn't hard, after all he'd spent many years running after Shouta. He could keep up with a brisk walk. It was only when he began to whistle the little tune in his head which caused his husband to click his tongue at him. As if that noise alone was far too loud for him to handle and he sighed out when he chose to speak up again. His question did go unanswered; both of them, actually. "So, would you like to try something out tonight? Did you miss me too?"
Shouta stopped so suddenly that Hizashi nearly fell on his ass when he stopped to turn to his husband, to hear what he had to say; saw black brows tug together, the familiar wrinkle they created between them and lips pressed together as those dark eyes flicked up then met his own. That red flush to his cheeks, the warning brewing and yet the unmistakable, flustered movements as he fidgeted on his feet.
It was almost as if he were about to run off without answering him. Even the way his jaw clenched and wiggled side to side as he no doubt ground his teeth together until that little click rang out from the bone. His jaw always clicked when he was truly agitated and was grinding his teeth; it was a left-over little result from a particularly harsh blow to his jaw and the doctors had all assured them it was nothing serious and that it was merely just bone clicking on bone lightly. A result of the break he'd suffered from. And then he watched those lips part, a quick breath in only for it to come out on a heavy sigh.
"Let's see how this afternoon goes, okay?"
Well, that was better than no! "Absolutely! Let's head home, Sho!"
The black-haired man hissed at him wordlessly when he threw his arm around his shoulders tugging him forward towards the end of the hallway delightedly, the man stumbling over his feet as their boots thumped against the linoleum of the hallway as he dragged Shouta towards the stairwell. He felt the man squirm before breaking away as he clutched at his yellow sleeping bag but Hizashi didn't mind.
His husband could be fussy in the public's eye all he wanted but he knew when he got home that he had a fifty-fifty chance of this being one of the best nights of his life. What was one moment of rejection when at home he'd have nothing but affection? He gave a playful little wink to the man who tensed with a growl before speeding up into that brisk walk that had his hair fluttering and trembling around his shoulders as he laughed rushing after the red-faced man.
When they had come home Hizashi had flown about the house in a frenzy; happily rushing to get the cats their food and water but they had only seemed interested in his husband, and after that was finished, they'd settled themselves in the dining room to work on their grading. That had ended when Eri came home; she had thrown herself into Shouta's arms, thrown her arms around his neck and refused to be put down no matter what they were doing.
She monopolized his attention, babbled about everything they'd done while he was staying at the dorms and happily clung to him even when they went into the backyard for her to show him her budding little flower garden, she'd begged Hizashi to start with her. He didn't mind one bit; after all, Hitoshi also consumed quite a bit of Shouta's attention. Everyone clamoring from people to cats to get Shouta's attention.
It was as if he really had been gone for years, the way they had flocked around him but he was surprised that Shouta hadn't breathed a word about wanting his space. In fact, he'd slid his arm around his waist holding him close to his side while Eri cuddled down into his lap and Hitoshi sat to his left as they watched a movie after dinner. When Eri had begged for a second one he wanted to give in. Far faster than normal.
As if all it took was one look of those wide, sparkling red eyes what they were begging wordlessly for but Shouta had vetoed that decision. He'd carried their daughter upstairs after the movie finished at the girl's request that he tuck her into bed tonight, huffing at Hizashi that he didn't read her favorite story right and he chuckled when Shouta snorted. That had been about fifteen minutes ago.
He didn't know what his daughter was requesting of Shouta but he was sure she was making him jump through every hoop possible; helping her brush out her hair, the right pajama's, making sure her slippers were on the floor, her pillows fluffed, stuffed animals in place and her favorite book in his hands. No doubt requesting to be tucked in tightly with a glass of water by her bed. All the things their daughter wanted before she went to bed and the thought made him smile as he fussed with their blankets.
Eri was a little princess and she knew the control she had over just about every person in the house. Even the students of Shouta's class and the surrounding class B students. To be honest, everyone fawning over her the moment she was rescued had been the first sign that once she grew confident, she would have all the adoration in the world. She'd been so shy but now she seemed to openly flourish under it.
He ran the lint roller over the blankets, a soft slow little song playing on the speaker in front of the TV. His heart was fluttering sporadically; his stomach clenching and dropping excitedly as he took deep breaths to help soothe the reactions as he turned, opening their drawer to pull out the usual items of their condoms, lube and wipes. He had gotten their three supplies of lube and condoms, a few packs of wipes, to which Shouta proclaimed that they needed to make them stretch for July.
Which meant that while they didn't let themselves go without, they needed to control themselves much more than they were. He hated it but he agreed. He had thought he was doing better with not dropping everything, with finishing his tasks and not dragging his husband off to fool around but the fact that they were still flying through condoms and lube had to say something about their combined libido lately.
While it wasn't irregular or shocking to have such an active sex life, to constantly find those nights to release the tension a little bit, Hizashi had to admit that they were indeed absolutely tearing through the condoms and lube far faster than they should. It was just hard. Hard when his husband felt the same way and he knew that he did. Hard when the man was so close, right there and he knew the thoughts that flickered through Shouta's mind.
Knew them the way he knew his own. It was then that Shouta offered an arrangement; he would stay two or three days out of the work week at the dorms and the rest of the time at home until summer break started. That way they wouldn't be constantly going at it. He hated it. He wanted to be with him but the dorms weren't sound proofed and even then, it would defeat the whole purpose of the arrangement.
He just had to think of it as no different than when they'd lived with their respective parents; and besides, they called and texted when he was away, he came in the afternoons, he saw him at school and they went to the park, played in the backyard and ate dinner together with Eri and Hitoshi before Shouta left back to the dorms. And God if that wasn't hard to let him walk away. It was only a trial run, Shouta had insisted.
While he certainly understood it, it still choked him up to go to bed alone. He was pulled from his thoughts, however, when he heard the doors grind open quietly behind him then thud shut rather quickly with a meow being cut off his heart fluttered excitedly as he placed the roller on the bedside table with their other items right as arms curled around his waist. Shouta's chest pressed against his back and he delighted in the face nuzzling itself against the back of his shoulder.
He smiled when a cheek rubbed against him as a hand lifted up from its place from around his waist to brush his hair away from his neck and he hummed at the warmth of his husband's breath fanning against it before lips were pressing lightly to his neck and his shoulder softly. He smiled as the hand then dropped back to his waist, arms sliding around to hug onto the blonde as lips pressed against his earlobe then the back of his ear.
The side of his neck again. A gentle, soft circuit that was making him melt under the affection given to him and the feel of those lips brushing over his skin. He then let himself be swayed lightly in time with Shouta, the warmth radiating off of his skin, the feel of his arms tight around his waist and those lips attacking his shoulder and neck softly were all things he had truly missed. Reaching down he stroked the forearms that were pressed tightly to his stomach.
Felt Shouta nuzzle his cheek to his shoulder softly as he chuckled softly. The black-haired man could be so sweet, so affectionate when he was gone for a while and he truly did love it. He loved when Shouta was openly affectionate like this, whether it was in or out of the bedroom. "Well, hi, there!"
"Hi."
"How are you feeling? You tired?"
"A bit. But I don't want to sleep."
He lifted the arms away from his waist just enough to turn, facing his husband and then bringing those arms back down so hands now rested against his lower back instead; arms pressed against the sides of his waist, dark eyes on his own as those black stoned studs winked lightly at him from his husband's left ear due to the lamp light. They weren't as horribly red as they had been last Saturday but they certainly weren't back to being their normal shade either.
They had to be without a doubt tender if that red hue and swollen appearance had anything to say about it but they looked good. Very good. "You don't want to sleep? What do you want to do then, baby? What would you like to do?"
"You said you wanted to do something special. Something you wanted to try out. Off of the list I'm assuming?"
He nodded then as he curled his arms around Shouta's shoulders this time, smiling as he began flicking and twisting locks of his ponytail around his fingers contentedly. He gave a soft hum of acknowledgement as he pressed his lips to the light red flush of the sunburn on his cheek as arms tightened around his waist, hands sliding up his back lightly. Fuck, he loved that. Loved having Shouta's arms around him like this.
"I, um- It's- Don't be mad, okay?"
"Shouta, you say that all the time! It's fine, baby, I won't be mad at you! So, go on! Tell me what's going on in your brain tonight. I promise, I won't be mad no matter what you have to say! This is your first night back home, so feel free to let me know! Tell me if something is wrong, baby, and I'll help anyway I can!"
"I don't- I mean, I'm not really-"
"In the mood for sex, right? Not in the mood for the whole song and dance tonight?"
"Yeah."
He chuckled softly at his husband and leaned in rubbing their noses together gently, feeling his husband's scrunch up slightly from the action but he didn't pull away; if he knew his husband the way he did, this action was one of his favorites. When they'd been teens, Shouta had been easily fascinated by cats like he was now but when he had discovered that they often touched noses as a sign of affection it had caused a light to flip on.
It led to a fascination, the awe and a curiosity. It hadn't taken long for him personally to become stressed out by an exam; what it was, he couldn't remember, all he did remember was it had been early days of dating. Those awkward days when they were shyly reaching for hands and sneaky clumsy little kisses that felt stiff and awkward with one another. Unsure of what was okay and what wasn't with one another.
Naturally they tried to feel it out with one another awkwardly as any teenager would. He'd been annoyed, irritated and burnt out when Shouta grabbed his face and touched then rubbed their noses together gently; affectionately. To this day, the blush he earned from the black-haired man in response had been adorable when he stared in open-mouthed awe. He then did it as often as he could, a way to soothe and calm the man who was shifting on his feet now.
An affectionate, grounding little thing that he knew Shouta secretly adored. He then pulled back to kiss the tip of that scrunched up nose. Why Shouta was always so worried about not wanting sex, he had no clue; while, yes, they were technically very active in that aspect of their lives he could understand not being in the mood for shedding clothes or going absolutely wild like that. His husband had always been strangely anxious when it came to that. He honestly wished the man didn't feel that way.
He understood not wanting to have sex but that didn't mean he wouldn't settle for fooling around if Shouta wanted it. It didn't mean he wouldn't settle for something less strenuous or easy to do. They could still have fun. In fact, this lined up perfectly with what he'd wanted to try anyhow. "Shouta, baby, darling boy, you don't need to be so scared about that! You've had a very stressful couple of days staying at the dorms, being around those hellions you so lovingly call your Problem Children and that'll be taxing on anyone!"
"I wouldn't say lovingly-"
"Oh, hush! You know you love them!" A pout from Shouta. "So, if you want to take it easy, if you want something simple, I have an offer for you." He pulled back to find a curious little look to those dark eyes, the wrinkles from the scrunching of his nose smoothing out and yet the wrinkle of brows coming together instead replaced them making him click his tongue playfully as he tugged lightly on a few locks of hair from that ponytail.
"What's the offer?"
"It'd be simple and I can jerk you off while I do it! It's interfemoral, or intercrural sex. Fancy words even though down to it it's just thigh sex; you can sit on my lap or lay down on your side, but basically, it'd just be thrusting between your thighs. That's it! I can get off and you can get off! No sweaty, messy sex! What do you think of that?"
"So, we won't be taking clothes off, right?"
"Not unless you want to! And nothing more than necessary!"
Shouta's eyes were flicking over him restlessly; no doubt trying to see if he was truly as unbothered as he was. And he was. If Shouta didn't want penetrative sex tonight, then he was fine with that. If anything, it had been a good long while since they did something this simple and yet something that sounded so fun! He slid his arms backwards, releasing the little strands he'd been tugging at playfully to cup his husband's cheeks.
A faint trace of warmth from a blush perhaps beneath that faint sunburn. He stroked his husband's cheeks with his thumbs softly, lips parting for a second before pressing together then parting again with a slow breath in only for it to come out quickly. "Okay. Okay, that sounds fine. And you're really okay with no sex tonight? Really? Because Tuesday night you said you wanted to do that and I've been-"
"Gone for three nights. Sunday night, Monday night and Tuesday night! Those are just sexts! Something to get you off in the moment, Shouta! Baby, this is about me welcoming you home! It means that whatever you want tonight, I'll give it! It means-"
He then leaned in kissing the tip of his nose again softly then downwards to lightly kiss that top lip lightly, pulling back and he swallowed to strangle down the urge to giggle and tease the black-haired man. This wasn't the time. Their breaths mingled together, hands sliding along his back to his sides and he shivered at the tingles that radiated out just by those hands resting there. He heard Shouta's breath hitch quietly as he stroked those hot cheeks with his thumbs again.
"M-Means what?"
"It means that I'll do whatever you want, Shouta. Your wish is my command. So, if you strangling my cock between your those pretty, strong thighs while I jerk you off is okay and sounds good to you then I'm not going to push it. Okay?"
He got a little whine from the black-haired man, a tight little nod from him that had their forehead thunking together lightly and he bridged those tiny inches to delightedly press his lips to Shouta's. The hands on his sides slid upwards making him shiver at the tingles it sent right down to his groin. Hands rested on his chest, plucking at the tank top he had changed into when they got home.
He felt a touch embarrassed at how his heart sprinted wildly with the excitement that was welling up. The desire that was pooling into him and the simple pleasure of moving his lips against Shouta's who seemed all too eager to happily throw himself into it. He hummed softly as he slid his hands from those hot cheeks, downwards over his husband's chest down to his waist where he happily slid his palms along the warmth of his skin earning him a shiver.
He sighed out softly through his nose as fingers twisted the fabric of his tank top. Shouta had been gone for three nights, two days and he had missed him so much. Missed rolling over to the man twisted in some ungodly position due to the cats claiming any open spot, black hair spread over the pillow messily and the man shamelessly drooling on the pillow as he snored quietly next to him with his arm bent up, hand dangling over his own hair.
Missed kissing him like this; to feel those full lips of his molding and melting against his own as they moved against one another and relishing in that light dryness that quite easily could be softer but that he delighted in. How they whispered against his own, eagerly moving quickly in time until that all too familiar smacking sound of lips moving together rang out and he heard that trembling breath as it rushed out over his cheek.
To feel the warmth of his skin beneath his hands; surprisingly soft from him using aloe vera for those mild sunburns of his. But what really blew him away was just how good it felt to simply feel him beneath his hands. To hold him. Squeeze, claw, grip. Fingers were twisting and untwisting the fabric of his tank top, readjusting that grip as if Shouta were grounding himself again and again. Adorable!
Truly, completely adorable! He used his grip on his waist to twist him closer, kneading at the soft skin earning him a shiver from his husband as hands then fussed with his top making his brows flick up briefly as fingers pushed, tugged and seemed to find something. It clicked very quickly when those hands trailed down his chest then to his stomach, tugging the hem of his top up allowing those cool hands to slid back up towards his chest.
Shivering at the cool temperature as he heard himself make a quiet sound. A whimper maybe? A whine? Whatever it had been, whatever it was, conveyed exactly what he wanted at those mischievous fingers of his slid upwards to brush over his nipples lightly and he dragged his nails over the black-haired man's waist earning him a soft whimper in response. He broke the kiss then, the realization that they were standing in front off the bed.
Hilarious! Surely Shouta would think so when he told him after, wouldn't he? But he had to get moving! While he could happily stand there all night kissing this man, he knew it would eventually get his husband weak in the knees. Hell, he already felt weak in the knees. Those lips chased after his, a clumsy kiss to his cheek and chin being the answer as his husband whined at him and he then shifted, twisting in a wide step that turned Shouta towards the bed.
The realization then flickered in those dark eyes and Shouta climbed up onto the bed, crawling backwards then towards the pillows where he threw himself down, the pillow puffing out when his head hit it; black locks flew across the case and even over his husband's face making him grunt with annoyance but Hizashi was in awe. So pretty. Shouta was everything a person could want. God, was he lucky or what?
He hopped up onto the bed after him, watching knees twitch upwards then spread apart allowing him to crawl between them as he planted his hands on the bed looking down at his husband; marveling over the soft flush to his cheeks, the flutter of his lashes. How his lips parted lightly as his head tipped back offering his face up; eagerly waiting for him to dive back in. Well, he sure as hell wasn't going to keep him waiting.
Fidgeting for a comfortable fit between those legs, leaning down and capturing those lips again was as natural as reaching out to take a hand. A light, brush oof his lips over Shouta's had the man grunting lightly at him in annoyance again to which he chuckled before pressing his lips firmly against Shouta's. Delighted to dive back into that pace they had adopted seconds ago, his hair slithered over his shoulders to hang down in a curtain around both of them as he felt his glasses slip down his nose given his position.
All little things he could ignore. God, how could he ever find himself existing without this? The warmth, the scent, the feel, the touches? That wild black hair spread across the pillow, lashes fluttering at him and dark eyes glinting and burning at him with those wild arrange of emotions? The absolute satisfaction in watching those full lips part when he stared a touch too long? To go without hearing his husband scolding him about staying up on his phone writing emails?
Or go without the feel of that scruffy cheek pressing to his own as he was coaxed back to sleep as arms slithered tightly around him were all things he had missed so very much? He'd rather die without it. And while he had hoped to hear those four words he wanted too earlier, he didn't truly need it. He knew Shouta had missed him just as much over the past three nights. Just like he knew the man was just as happy to be home as Hizashi was.
The way those lips moved eagerly, a hint of urgency to them said everything; the delight, the warmth it sent slithering through his veins as he kissed the black-haired man was everything that needed to be spoken and more. Fingers brushing over his cheek had him twitching lightly in surprise but it didn't deter him from pressing his lips to Shouta's, delighting in how they were so unbelievably warm and how they molded perfectly against his own.
Eagerly waiting to see what hose fingers would do as they then reached up tucking his hair behind his ear. Sliding back down to cup his cheek, a thumb tracing slowly back and forth as the other pressed against his chest making his heart fly from the gathering warmth, the excitement of those hands touching him with such different intentions as he happily kissed the man. It took very little time for Shouta to tug his top up again.
Sliding his hand against upwards over his skin making those all too familiar tingles rush down eagerly to his groin once again with that ache building in his lower stomach, in his groin. Like a pressure he wanted to relieve. An excited twitch of his dick had his brows raising briefly when fingers brushed over his nipple. It made the warmth under his skin jump eagerly in a flicker of heat that he knew would combust any second.
The hand on his cheek then slid down, fingers drifting down it to his jaw lightly before slipping under his shirt quickly to join the other on his chest. He whined when fingers drifted lightly over his nipples; they slid in a lazy circle around them then with the tips of fingers against his areolas blindly. Circling inwards towards his nipples again only to flick lightly at the metal balls of his piercings. Groaning softly at the longing it sent twisting through him.
It seemed, here lately, his husband was far more fascinated with his nipples again; as if something had triggered it once more. Something that had the man delighted in making him squirm, moan and whimper with those wicked little actions of his. He would have to do something really good for his husband if he insisted on making him feel good that way. Hell, he could do something good just by playing with Shouta's nipples as well.
The black-haired man loved it just as much as he did. He hummed when lips began pressing harder, moving faster against his own to which he jumped happily to copy those movements. He listened to the smacking of their lips moving together and relishing in how that light dryness of his lips seemed far better than soft lips ever could. How comfortably they slid against his own, delighting in the growing dampness of their kissing, and how utterly amazing they were.
He had always loved those lips; loved it especially when Shouta pouted, jutting that lower lip out a touch as dark brows came together. It was cute. Adorable. It was fucking sexy. He twitched at the little sound of nails flicking against the metal of his piercings. Fingers then pinched and pulled on the right ball of his piercing until the left ball of it pressed against his nipple inspiring that light burn.
It wasn't painful nor was it uncomfortable. In fact, it was fucking good. He moaned into the kiss, squirming as a thumb flicked over his right nipple wickedly and he had to wonder if Shouta really just wanted him to go crazy. If that was the end goal of all this. Of getting those four piercings, of getting the tattoo on his hip, on agreeing happily to this challenge. It wouldn't be beyond Shouta to find some wicked delight in driving him crazy.
After all, there were countless times that they both traded off when it came to sitting and grinding against the others lap when they were watching a particularly boring movie or show. Plenty of times when his husband seemed intent on driving him mad. A tight, squeezing pinch had a louder, stronger moan flying out of him as he kissed his husband in a frenzy of heat, of roughness and quick succession which earned him an equally enthusiastic moan from his husband.
The sound trembling as he ground his hips down instinctively. Oh, the placement, the angle, was perfect. Grinding in tight, harsh little circles had the hips beneath him jumping up eagerly to join that maddening rhythm; grinding up against him. It would be an ugly lie if he said he didn't feel the man hardening beneath him and delighting in the twitch he felt beneath him as he whimpered when his nipples were pinched in that tight grip.
A delighted, excited whimper. Tight, tight, tight; the pain was ripping over his chest as his nerve endings screamed right up to his brain that it hurt but his body was twisting, squirming as he ground down eagerly against his husband. His body that insisted it was good. That it was so, so good and he wanted it tighter. He wanted to believe Shouta would feel the bar running through them.
He wanted them squeezed so tight, twisted and bit at that they held a sensitivity to them following this. As if Shouta could hear that silent wish, that unspoken request, he felt nails bite into the skin of his nipple as those fingers shifted their position. He cried out at the sharp jolt of pain it gave him, breaking the kiss as he looked down to find that aroused delight sparkling in those dark eyes.
Oh, he knew what he was doing. Fine! If Shouta wanted to play games, if he wanted to do a little teasing then he could absolutely take part in that little game. His husband never did have much patience but he always did seemed to enjoy driving him crazy. He jerked his hips forward once, twice, in harsh thrusts that nudged Shouta lightly against the sheets making them rustle quietly with the movement as he shivered at the pleasure it sent down his back.
The results of such an action, however, had the black-haired man pressing his head backwards against the pillow with such an enthusiastic moan, he shuddered to hear it. "Gi-Give me a second, I gotta get the lube! Make it easier!"
He got out quickly, hearing his own voice trembling from the speed in which he spit them out as he then crawled from between those legs that had squeezed at him the moment, he spoke but the realization flickered to life in those dark eyes as he released the blonde. He shuffled over to the bedside table snatching the lube off of the table, the wipes, and turned back to find Shouta wriggling in place as he pushed at his shorts, getting them down to his knees.
"You wanna lay down? That way you don't have to do anything and you can just enjoy it?"
"Mmm, yeah. Yeah, I'll just-"
He watched Shouta pause for a second, frowning at the limited spread of his knees with the shorts around them before the man reached down sliding them off of his legs leaving him in his boxers and that black tank top of his. That also came up over his head. Honestly, if they weren't about to do this, he'd swear Shouta were merely getting ready for bed. After all, Shouta did often sleep in only boxers or nothing at all.
Sometimes in a pair of shorts or pajama bottoms only. Then those eyes flicked to him, a heat in them that had him shuffling over as his husband tilted his head. Curiosity. "So, you're just going to lube my thighs, is that it?"
"Mhmm! That way it would be uncomfortable, you know? It'll make everything feel a lot better! I have the wipes too so I'll make sure to clean you up afterwards, okay?"
"Mmmkay. Tell me, how did you figure this out? Deep diving on articles? Or did you resort to pornhub again?"
"...I'm not going to say where I got it from at this time."
"Oh, come on! I don't care if you looked at god knows what on the hub, you know that. Where did you get the idea from?"
"I read it on in an article! Said it would make it slick, make it easy and make it feel good! So, I'd rather make this feel as good as possible for both of us, baby."
He shuffled then leaning forward to toss the wipes on the other side of his husband as he then cracked open the top of the lube and squeezing the tube gently getting a dollop onto them. Thighs spread when he reached down, rubbing a thin layer on each side. Delighting in how the muscles jumping beneath his fingers while he did so until he felt satisfied it was fine. And he had to clear his throat to keep from staring at those slick thighs. So soft they looked with a sheen on them.
"Alright! Get comfortable, baby, and we'll go from there!"
He watched his husband shift then slid down onto his side, squirming as if to get comfortable as his left arm came up beneath his head to keep his ear from pressing or rubbing against the pillow. He closed the cap to the lube then reached down hooking his thumbs into his bottoms. He pushed them down, letting them rest above his knees as he then smiled at the dark eyes peering at him with that heat from over a shoulder, his heart thudding sickeningly quick against his chest.
Unable to stop himself, he fidgeted then shuffled over to his husband. Sliding down onto his side, he reached down lifting his husband's right leg up by the knee a touch awkwardly, his pinned arm reaching down grabbing his erection and arching his hips forward then bringing that thigh down. And- Wow. He- While it was far from the melting, soft heat of his husband's hole it was just as good.
The shiver he got from Shouta when he pressed his lips against the back of his shoulder reaching across his waist to find his navel blindly, drifting his fingers down the happy trail was absolutely thrilling. He loved that quiver of muscles beneath them. While he was far from experiencing everything sex had to offer there was something good, so damn thrilling about having his erection sandwiched between those strong thighs that always squeezed his waist.
Legs that always, effortlessly held him in place with a strength that never failed to make him breathless. Even the heat generated between them already had him humming as he fluttered his lips against the back of his husband's shoulder. He then pressed his fingers against the bulge of Shouta's erection earning him a soft moan when he began sliding his fingers lightly over it. Teasing. Playful.
It was absolutely exciting when he pulled his hips back, thrusting forward. God he was glad he decided on the lube when reading those little articles and Wikipedia pages; he slid effortlessly between thighs that trembled and squeezed instinctively around him. It sent shudders down his spine as he strangled the sound clawing its way out resulting into a low moan against his husband's back as a rather airy, excited moan left Shouta.
He settled into an easy, slow rhythm that had his stomach squeezing and dropping excitedly each time he slid forward slickly against the softness of his husband's inner thighs. And the whine he got from the black-haired man as he pressed his fingers firmly down against the bulge of his erection and rubbed at him didn't help one bit. The way it crested into a moan sent chills down his spine as he listened to the quiet little slick noise created from his thrusts.
It was a delightful little thing that had his dick twitching excitedly and pulled another soft moan from his husband as he rubbed at the man. Hips jerked up against his hand, marveling over those little twitches and squirms he got from the black-haired man. He loved the way Shouta's breath hitched on soft gasp when he squeezed his fingers around the bulge briefly. He couldn't think of stopping that gradual increase in speed as he thrusted between the trembling thighs happily.
Fuck, the slide making even his toes curl excitedly to which his own breath trembled and hitched before settling into a quick rhythm that matched Shouta's breaths. Excited, eager little huffs. Hizashi was no saint. He knew that, he knew it perfectly, and while he was a touch disappointed his husband didn't want sex, he respected that decision happily; in fact, he was glad Shouta said he didn't want that because how would he have ever found out how good this was?
How damn thrilling, exciting and such a turn on it would be? His skin felt hot and his hair was annoyingly brushing his shoulder only to slither against his throat but it was easy to ignore; even the brush of his husband's ponytail was an easy thing to ignore. He was happily burning with a heat that raked and clawed up underneath his skin, intent on ripping through with each forward slide into the warmth between his husband's thighs.
A heat that had was fed by his racing heart. An excitement fed by the way his stomach that seemed intent on squeezing itself into a knot as he panted lightly against his husband's shoulder. A whine broke out of the man when hips jerked up against his hand as he rubbed quickly, using pressure to give him the friction he no doubt wanted. Even then, he knew that while friction could be damn good and Shouta would love it but it wouldn't be enough.
Knew how impatient he would get. He felt a bubble in his throat that could have easily come out as a chuckle but dissolved as his brows came together tightly when a hand covered his own forcing it to press down harder against the twitching bulge. Coaxing him to rub faster. A whimper flew out of his husband as he complied with the unspoken request of the hand on his. Pressing harder, rubbing faster at his husband.
He shivered at the way that whimper was choking off on an enthusiastic moan as he scraped his teeth over his shoulder lightly. Carefully. It was more burnt than his husband's face with it being a rather startling shade of red; not quite vivid as a serious burn but it was very obvious that he had spent a touch too long in the sun on Sunday when they went to the lake together. He would have to refrain from bites, from hickeys, until the sunburns healed up.
Anything to keep from irritating the skin further. But fuck did he get to delight in even a simple little action of dragging his teeth over the skin seemed to excite Shouta. He groaned when the black-haired man thrusted up against his rubbing hand causing those thighs to squeeze him as a result and God if that was fucking amazing. His own hips slid forward eagerly in a frenzy of thrusts when they tightened around him.
And ohhh, it was the exact pressure that he wanted and he felt the muscles tremble lightly from their tight clench before attempting to ease up on him it seemed. Now that wouldn't do. Not at all. He wriggled the arm pinned beneath him upwards with a grunt as he then worked it underneath Shouta to his chest. He slid his palm against it, through the wild curls of hair there until he brushed over a hardened nipple.
Feeling victorious in his blind search when his husband eagerly squirmed against him. He brushed his palm against it again before happily flicking his thumb over the bud making another squirm leave his husband as he whimpered. That squirm had him groaning at the tight squeeze around his erection yet it was even better. Those thighs squirmed, rubbing around him with the action before Shouta seemed to reign it in yet he loved it.
Oh, he fucking loved it! It was reminiscent of when he'd gone down on Shouta with the sensory play; when those thighs had clenched and squeezed around his head until he was sure he'd be crushed by them. The hand on his was pressing his hand down harshly, hips rutting eagerly against his palm as he rubbed quickly at the bulge making his husband moan with such enthusiasm he wondered if the man had touched himself at all while he'd been gone.
Or had he merely ignored it? Had he waited to come home? Or was he merely flattering himself by imagining that? Everyone masturbated, Shouta and himself being no different, but the thought of his husband waiting to come home to allow himself to touch? Held out until he was here? Even the idea of his husband masturbating after a particularly hot wet dream was thrilling. Very flattering indeed. Egotistical? Maybe.
He didn't know what it could be classified as but he liked it. He slid his hand up despite the whine of protest, the way Shouta's hand gripped at his as if to attempt to bring it back down as his hips thrusted up searching for the friction again until he began flicking his fingers over the waistline of his boxers lightly. Tracing his fingers along the edge of it. The hand gripping at his slid up to his wrist squeezing tightly with a wild whimper leaving the man when he continued to playfully tug the fabric away.
Tugging at it then letting it flip back into place. Again and again. Delighting in flicking his fingers over the fabric again and again making the man whimper with impatience. Oh, how Shouta squirmed against him with fast, eager little pants that held a hitching breath or a reedy noise in the back of his throat. He could lay here all night, teasing the man and playing with him until he didn't know up from down or left from right.
Tease him until he would believe Hizashi if he said the sun was purple and the sky green. He could very easily do that. He could tease Shouta until the man was wailing out for more, writhing and begging him please, please, please. But tonight, wasn't the night for that. Tonight was welcoming home Shouta, giving him a nice and comforting night whether the sexual activity was relatively easy like this or cuddling in bed together for the night.
It was about showering his husband in whatever he wanted whether it was sex or affection and to babble his ear off about the frustrating students of his class. Tomorrow there would be time for teasing. For playing wickedly. So, he curled his fingers over the waistline tugging the fabric down enough to slid his hand inside to fish out the twitching shaft and pulling it out, shivering at the moan he got from his husband when he did so.
He curled his fingers tightly around his erection, hips bucking up into his hand as he did so, and he pinched his husband's nipple pulling a cry from the man similar to the one he'd released moments ago. Happily, he then pressed soft kisses to his husband's shoulder and upper back. He twisted the nipple lightly pulling another high little sound out of Shouta and that head tilted backwards against his arm with a gasping moan leaving the man.
He hummed softly back as he began moving his hand earning him another moan though it was far throatier than that initial breathless one. Settling on a rhythm that had him curving his hand in that way Shouta had shown him time and time again, that he had seen and had performed on him in such a way that he knew drove his husband absolutely crazy. The answering moan he got when he squeezed at the base each time he came down.
Curving his hand around the length told him everything he needed to know. He slid his hand up rubbing his thumb across the head briefly before sliding back down earning him a twitch from the black-haired man. He listened to those uneven pants flying out of the man, the little bucks when he slid down to the base and the quiet hitches in those fast breaths when he slid back up towards the head.
The way those thighs were already squeezing rhythmically around him only to give tiny little squirms that had a moan flying out of him. So soft those inner thighs were, the heat melting him just as it would have been thrusting into the man, and he was loving every second of it. In a way, it was perhaps better than burying himself into the man. The way those thighs squirmed ever so slightly, as if Shouta couldn't help himself, was absolutely amazing.
He groaned when the man squirmed against him with a whine flying out of him. It had him twitching when Shouta's hand reached down wrapping around his coaxing him to stroke faster, squeezing with what he had to imagine was a damn good pressure judging by the wild, throaty groan he got from his husband when he complied with those little unspoken needs. Once he was settling into that fast speed.
Twisting and curving his hand along the length as he squeezed to keep up that pleasure for his husband, he was surprised when the hand on his left and reached back to claw at his thigh lightly before sliding backwards. Grabbing onto his ass tightly he yanked at him jerking his hips forward clumsily. He blinked when nails dug into the skin lightly, clinging onto him but yanking him forward each time he slid backwards until he realized what he wanted.
What he was asking for without using his words. And oh, if that didn't set him ablaze. He moaned, thrusting faster, giving in to the quiet little whisper that had been silently begging as well at the back of his head to move faster. Not that wild, slamming pace but just fast; more than the easy rhythm he was using and the feeling of thighs squeezing around him again had him strangling down the new moan ripping out of him.
The quiet, slick noise from his thrusting and the quiet sound of his hand jerking off his husband, their moans and groans mingling together. The sound of them mixing in with the rustling of the blankets when they squirmed against one another; the fast, hitching pants. It was so good. So, so good and he missed it so much. Missed having someone there with him. How he ever went away on missions or how he ever let Shouta stay at the dorms, go on mission himself, he had no damn clue.
Nails were digging into him, fingers squeezing at his ass tightly as if Shouta needed something to cling onto as he squirmed against him and he didn't mind it one bit; if anything, he had always liked when Shouta gripped onto his ass like that. There may not be much too it, it may be flatter than a pancake, but fuck did he love it when his husband squeezed and clutched at it as if it were something truly desirable.
A leverage he needed to have. Hell, if his husband wanted to grab at it, pinch it or slap it more he'd happily accept that; in fact, he might just have to bring that up to Shouta after they were done. To let him know that it was one thousand percent okay to do that. A wail left his husband as he slid his hand up grinding his thumb to the head, rubbing the side of his thumb against the slit smearing a droplet of pre-come welling there.
He shivered at the sound that warbled off into a moan as hips bucked up eagerly into his hand when he slid it downwards. He could feel the muscles in Shouta's thighs trembling, squeezing and squirming together around him making him moan with that same eagerness as his husband, the pants flying out of him wild huffs that he was feeling his own cresting and hitching into as he pressed his forehead to Shouta's shoulder.
He was melting, melting, melting. He was burning up and he couldn't handle it much more. He was unbearably excited, needlessly eager to reach that orgasm yet he wanted to control himself. A little longer, he wanted to draw this out. Naturally, he could use the cock ring if he wanted but the thought of stopping himself from reaching that orgasm was damn near painful to imagine. To think of stopping any time soon was unthinkable.
To even think of cutting himself from the squeeze of Shouta's thighs and the heat that was melting him through was unbearable. To be honest with himself, he didn't think Shouta would let him stop. He moaned out when nails dragged at his skin sending that burning pain across it as fingers clutched at him fiercely and still, he was being yanked at as he flew forward with each thrust as the black-haired man moaned shamelessly.
Listening to those moans fly out of him range from deep throaty moans, those high airy ones, and the crackling ones that without a doubt tore themselves out of his husband's throat were sending shudders down his spine. An absolute treat to listen too. It was why he hated the thought of taking his hearing aids out during sex. He loved to hear that deep voice rise and fall like that, to hear it crackle and raise breathlessly or deepen to a rumble in his throat.
It was damn good. He whined into Shouta's shoulder as the man squeezed his thighs yet again around his twitching dick as he felt the low pressure building in his stomach; it felt like far too soon, far too fast, but he didn't care. It was there and it was clawing upwards. He even felt the familiar twitches in his hand as he stroked Shouta faster. He needed to do it faster, faster, faster. He squeezed tightly at the shaft in his hand making the man squirm against him.
This, in return, had the effect of his husband squirming which inevitably had those thighs clenching up around him. Such a simple action yet it tore a wild, throaty moan out of him. He swore he could feel the vocal cords vibrating with the intensity of it as he slid forward eagerly into the tight squeeze as he stroked faster. "Mmm, fuck yeah! Li-Like that, baby, like that! Squeeze tight, Sho, tight, tight- Nnnhggnn! Yes!"
He loved the little whimper he got from Shouta as he whispered into his shoulder, his voice cracking and strained making the man shiver against him as thighs clenched tightly around him and squeezing up making him groan as he kissed that red shoulder softly. He could feel the muscles trembling, tightening as they squeezed and he loved it. He leaned up nipping at the shell of his husband's ear pulling another reedy little sound out of him.
It trembled, cutting off quickly as he moaned out as the tremble, the much slicker slide that had him panting as he moved his lips from his ear down the side of his neck again. Loving the shudders it got him as he delighted in kissing that soft red skin. He shivered himself when his husband's fingers dug into his ass tightly, squeezing at him fiercely and it had his heart racing against his chest. Had him squirming against Shouta as he thrusted between those trembling, squirming thighs.
"Mmm, I-I really did miss you, Shouta, I really did! Ah! Ah, I did! Hnnn, I love you s-so much, baby, so much! So warm, so soft, I love i-it! D-Did you miss me, Sho? E-Even if it was only three nights I- Oh! Shit, shit! Haah, haah, ohhhh, fuck me that's so g-gooood! Ah, fuck yes! Squeeze me ti-tighter, baby! Sq-Squeeze m-my fucking cock gooood! Fuckin'-Like that! Ohhh, holy shit! God, just like that, baby!"
It was an amazing type of bliss; his forehead and face buried into his husband's back as he huffed in air desperately, the dick twitching in his hand as he stroked faster, the nails digging into his ass fiercely and the thighs that were clenching so tightly together he had to focus on thrusting between them as they trembled lightly from that tight squeeze. Those deep and airy sounds alternating on their way out of Shouta.
Even the way his thighs squirmed together so deliciously as he slid his hand up to rub the head with his thumb where he smeared the pre-come welling there. He loved the shudder he got from the man when he pressed his thumb to the slit, rubbing down fiercely against it tearing a cry from him. Grinding his thumb against it, tracing the length of it with the side of his thumb, earned him another cry as his husband squirmed against him.
Thighs squeezing and rubbing against him tearing an enthusiastic moan out of him. Something Shouta echoed as he squeezed as tight as he could, his thighs trembling, and squirming against him with those frntic pants. "I-I did! I missed you, Z-Zashi! It's- Mmm! So good! I love you t-too! God, ah! Fu-Fuck, yes! Gi-Give me your hand! Th-This one!"
His husband's whispers cracked, cresting up into a gasp as he slid his hand from Shouta's chest as the hand squeezing and clawing at his ass released its hold to fly up grabbing his wrist and guiding his hand down, down, down. He bit at his lip to strangle down the groan that he knew would have been catastrophic on his husband's poor eardrums. He was curious, however, as to where Shouta was bringing his hand.
It was a touch awkward as he wiggled it beneath Shouta's waist rather than under his side but he did it. With some work both hands managed to slid into Shouta's boxers where those fingers then coaxed him to cup the black-haired man's balls. He couldn't help but whimper as he buried his face into Shouta's back when he felt those trembling fingers lightly guiding his own. Rolling, squeezing gently as those delighted moans flew out of Shouta.
"Mmmmf, yeah! Yeah, like t-that, Zashi! Just- Hnnn! Haah, a little bit is a-all I need just keep- Fuck! Yes! Yes, d-do it like that! Just- Ah! Yes! Yes! Ah, haah! Nnngghnn, ju-just like that! Keep going! K-Keep going, Zashi!"
He let his teeth drag over his lip as he moaned out against the pale skin as his husband squirmed against him, thighs squeezing together as he moved his hand faster as he focused on twisting it as he flew up and down his husband's shaft, rolling and gently massaging the balls in his hand as Shouta's moans crested upwards. High, shaking on their way out before dipping low in his throat and he shuddered when that hand slid its way up gripping at his forearm tightly as his nails bit into his skin though he could hardly mind.
So tight those thighs clenched around him making it hard to slid back and forth as easily but God if he didn't love it; didn't love the feeling of his erection being sandwiched between those thighs in such a tight space, the lube having worked in his favor making it feel slick with those little wet noises ringing out like they would had he been fingering the man. The heat that was generated between Shouta's thighs, the way they were squirming together.
As if his husband couldn't stop it even if he wanted too now. As if it was too hard to keep all of him still but he loved it. He couldn't tell who was moaning louder, himself from the shivers running down his spine or the way Shouta seemed to be shamelessly letting those sounds fly out as he gained the confidence to use a little pressure on the balls in his hand; just a bit to help bring him closer.
Enough to feel good. He had never actually done that before; had never fully fondled his husband's balls but hey, there was a first time for everything to be done properly, right? It was clawing upwards. Strangling him. His throat felt tight despite those raising moans flying out of him, the pitch climbing higher with each inhale that fed into another moan. He couldn't control it, losing himself in the heat, and he didn't think twice until he felt his husband flinching with each new moan that flew out of him.
He whimpered out with the little guilt slashing through him viciously and he wanted to apologize. To wail out apology after apology that he couldn't help it and yet he knew that wasn't good enough. He snapped his mouth shut, gnashing his teeth together as he bowed his head forward pressing it against Shouta's back. Feeling muscles tensing up with his frantic squirming that mimicked his own as he struggled to keep his hands from squeezing at the man.
To keep from gripping onto him tightly with the oncoming heat that was tingling through his lower half; making his own thighs tremble lightly as they began to tense up gradually, toes curling. He really did feel like a degenerate. He'd not only masturbated over his unsuspecting husband, but he had humped him as if he were nothing more than a pillow, had sex with him when he was sleeping, fucked him in the car and now he was shamelessly fucking his thighs?
Would he sink any lower? Would he become ashamed later? Or would they continue to send tingles down his spine like they were now by just merely thinking of it? His breaths hissed through his clenched teeth, his jaw tight as he continued gnashing them together fiercely to keep from opening his mouth again. He felt his dick throbbing between his husband's thighs as he thrusted forward faster, eagerly into the heat.
The silky soft, trembling heat generated from his thrusts and from being squeezed together so long, that was clenching up around him tightly. Felt the familiar twitches, the familiar throbs of the erection in his hand. Sliding his hand up, he rubbed at the slick head of his husband's erection where he could feel the pre-come that had dripped onto his stomach while the other confidently, boldly massaged the balls in his hand.
He could feel them drawing up as Shouta's moans crested higher, much like his own had minutes ago. As if each breath was feeding right into another one that was trembled as it cracked. His own groans and moans wanted to fly out of him yet he kept his jaw tightly clenched; trying so hard to keep it shut. And yet with that swelling, clawing orgasm making its way through him his jaw instinctively relaxed so he could open his mouth to gasp in a breath despite his best intentions to keep it shut.
He couldn't stop himself from opening his mouth, taking those excited gasps because it was-! The heat was just so-! It's-! "Shouta! Cu-Cumming, Shouta! I'm c-ccuuumming! It's-! Nnnghhnn, yes, yes, yesss!"
"I- I'm-! Me too, Za- Ah! Ah, do it, do it! Do it, love, do it! Cu-Cum on my thighs, Zashi! Fucking- Mmm! L-Let me see how much you love my th-thighs! My body! Do it, baby! Do it!"
Something about those little terms of endearment, knowing they were directed at him, tipped him over. He tensed up, shuddering as the heat snapped through him leaving him breathless as he snapped his mouth shut and heard his teeth click together as he moaned into his husband's back low in his throat, listening to it crack and stutter on its way out. Trembling against his husband, he couldn't think outside the heat that had his stomach clenching, his thighs trembling with the rush of it.
It was perfect and it robbed him of his air as he gasped against Shouta's skin as he weakly thrusted between those slick thighs. He then felt them tremble, squeezing around his twitching dick and squirming as the black-haired man sucked in a breath, twisting against him as it flew out on a gasping moan. He stroked his husband through the orgasm, slowly and squeezing gently as he pulled his hand away from his balls, out of his boxers, to keep from overstimulating him.
Oh, he loved Shouta in the waves of his orgasms. How he twisted, squirmed then arched upwards as if he had zero control over his body. Hips thrusting weakly with each twitch his dick would give, those airy little gasps that came out on a whine or whimper in the back of his throat until he was slumping with a man. Every second of it was beautiful but to watch his face in the midst of it? Oh, there was nothing more beautiful than that.
When Shouta moaned wordlessly at him he stilled his hand, pulling his remaining hand out of his boxers when he felt the erection wilting in his hand. Pausing. Breathing. His hand was a bit sticky from the pre-come, from some of the come itself that had dripped onto his hand with the last of those twitching spurts but he was confident most of it had ended up on his stomach. At least, he hoped it did.
He wiggled his husband's boxers down just a bit so the fabric wouldn't touch the skin, a breathless hum leaving his husband as his breaths trembled and shook unevenly. He unclenched his jaw then, peppering up his back softly feeling the man shiver beneath his attentions as he then reached down to lift his leg upwards as he slid back. He would truly love nothing more than to lay here hugging Shouta to his chest. To relax. But he couldn't.
He wasn't going to leave him a mess. He shifted backwards until Shouta had the adequate space to roll onto his back, keeping his legs apart, and he felt a wave of heat hit his burning face as he stared down at the way his inner thighs caught the light slickly with the lube and the mess of his own come dripping just a bit down them. He reached for the wipes, opening the back and tugging a few wipes out and set to work on wiping down his husband's thighs.
They were far from a shower but they were the best option at the moment when neither felt like moving. He felt those twitches as he slid the wipes over his inner thighs, wiping away the remnants and balling them together as he then plucked out a few new wipes for himself which he took quick work on wiping himself off before tugging his bottoms back up and then turned his attention to cleaning off his husband.
While he definitely didn't mind licking the man clean, he didn't want to push it; there would be many, many opportunities to indulge in that kinky little interest of his. He slid the wipes over his husband's stomach, cleaned off his flaccid dick gently when the man twitched at the overstimulation no doubt. He turned then to toss the wipes into the trash after cleaning up his own hand with an additional wipe. Shouta wiggled his boxers up and twisted towards him as he laid back down with a little sigh leaving the man.
He slid his arm along the curve of his waist, resting his hand on his lower back where he stroked the skin softly and gently as Shouta nuzzled his face into his throat. Just like he would any other time and he let out a long sigh of his own. His breaths trembled, uneven as he took them but judging by the breaths huffing against his throat he knew Shouta was far from catching his breath yet. He kissed those black locks softly, arms curling tightly around him and legs twisting up with his own instinctively.
He pressed his cheek to those black locks when lips began attacking his throat softly. It was quiet in the absence of moans and groans, of high whimpers and whines, low grunts and the lewd sounds of their actions. However, the shaking of their greedy breaths that were taken in an attempt to stabilize them enough to speak and the soft whisper of hands drifting over skin as Shouta's breath warmed his throat when fingers found his hair?
That was just as good in his orgasmic bliss. He was flying high, at absolute peace with his husband tucked away in his arms after three long nights that had been hugging onto a body pillow with his image on it. While Shouta hated it, to Hizashi it was the closest thing to the black-haired man that he had that wasn't shirts and his pillow or the colognes he left behind. The one image of his husband that he could look at in the darkness of the room.
But this was better. So much better. To hold him in his arms after three long nights was better than what had just taken place though both were absolutely, positively amazing. "Lo' you, Zashi. I-I really did miss you."
He blinked at the mumble against his throat and he smiled squishing his cheek to his husband's head softly as he tightened his own arms around the man when Shouta squeezed him and twisted himself against his chest. Hips flushed tight to one much like their stomachs. As if he wanted to climb right under his skin. Honestly, if he could keep Shouta that close, he would. He truly would. "I l-love you too, Shouta! At least the twentieth i-isn't that far away! Six whole weeks just for us! W-Won't that be fuckin' awesome, huh?"
"Mm, you're f-forgetting the kids again."
"Six whole weeks wi-with the kids where I can fuck your brains out every damn night! Better?"
"Much better." A soft sigh, dreamy left his husband as the man curled against him. It made him feel smaller in his arms and he loved that Shouta felt comfortable enough with him to do something as adorably innocent as that. Especially after what had just taken place seconds ago. Any time. "I really did miss being here with you. Sleeping with you."
"Same, baby, same. Let's get some sleep, yeah? And, if you're up too it later, you can fuck my thighs!"
An interested yet sleepy noise was his answer as the man melted in his arms and he kissed his hair softly again. Ahhh, this man really was going to be the death of him but he was happy with that. Very happy with that. "You adorable little man, I really do love you."
A mumble, indistinguishable against his throat was his answer and he happily allowed himself to curl into Shouta as he nuzzled those black locks of hair. Delighting in the familiar scent of his shampoo and conditioner that clung faintly to them, the weak scent of his cologne under the distinctive smell of sweat. The warmth of him under his hands. It was everything he wanted the past three days and he felt as though he would finally sleep well. Finally have a good night's sleep with the man in his arms again.