Fifty Shades of EraserMic

by CrypticBeans

This is just smut! Straight smut! Nothing complicated, just fifty chapters of straight smut. Enjoy .

39. Sweet Heat

Hizashi loved summer. He loved the dry quality to the air, the chilly mornings that always sent a pang of nostalgia through him that led way to the scalding heat of the summer sun, heat that swelled and often became disgustingly muggy depending on the impending weather. He loved the budding flowers, the brilliant greens of the leaves and grass; loved the heat of hot sand beneath his feet, the chill of water brushing over his own hot skin.

The feel of those soft puffs of hot air that fluttered the scenery around him. He liked how big the sky felt in summer as well. The little wisps of clouds gracing the white-blue hue of it, the way it made the world feel far larger than he initially realized and had him feeling like anything he wanted was possible. It made his days feel infinite. The days he spent with Oboro, with Nemuri, and Shouta.

Going to that festival where he'd ridden the Ferris wheel with his husband, trying his best to win him stuffed toys to bring home, and managed to get him on a merry-go-round. How he'd planned every day up until then on how to ask the black-haired teen to go with him, how he'd stumbled over his words after the fireworks on his confession prompting him to repeat it until Shouta could understand him.

It wasn't all good summers, however, but he had those good memories. A bittersweet balance of bad and good. Summer held so many possibilities; it felt like eternity stretched out in front of him. It was undeniable how summer held that emotion; bittersweet. Right in the chest. It was odd how it felt summer began but also ended the moment it took place; how it felt like everything was already over before it had even started.

Like reaching the end of a book. The completion of a game. Hizashi hated that choking, tight bittersweet feeling but he knew it was unavoidable. It was quiet tonight; the sun was spilling its golden light over the horizon, the reds and burnt oranges as stunning as they always had when he looked over as a thumb brushed across his knuckles and smiled softly. Shouta in the sunlight was always a beautiful sight to him.

The way his skin seemed to glow in the setting light calling attention to the flush to his cheeks from the wine he'd been sipping at and the little shadows of his eyelashes when he blinked. How the light was shimmering at him from those dark eyes giving them that perfect lighting, they needed to call attention to the gray. The soft little smile on his lips. Even his earrings managed to catch the light, winking at him dimly.

Lifting Shouta's hand was merely instinct as he brought the back of it up to his lips, the soft little breath that left his husband was adorable; a laugh maybe? An amused reaction? He didn't care to place it as the hand tugged away from his own to touch his cheek lightly as he smiled at the man. To be so fortunate, to have the opportunities he'd taken and been given even now. He shuffled closer to Shouta, leaning in kissing that flushed cheek earning him a quiet sound that he adored.

A very distinctive giggle. A soft, back in the throat thing but he loved it. Maybe Shouta was a bit tipsy? Or maybe he wasn't trying as hard to hide it? He didn't know but it inspired him to press more kisses to those soft, flushed cheeks and to lean in rubbing his nose against Shouta's which earned him a little laugh from his husband as a thumb stroked his cheek softly. The air was hot with the promise of another sizzling humid day tomorrow, the sky brilliant with its jewel colors.

And after he had torn his eyes from the sky to turn towards Shouta, he had caught sight of a few stars winking out already. He felt Shouta's nose scrunch up when he pulled away to kiss the tip of it softly, the smile on Shouta's lips is so warm and so breathtakingly affectionate that Hizashi felt blessed. He wasn't religious at all but hell if he didn't feel like he had just been given an amazing gift.

The best thing he could ever have. It was then that he felt the slim box next to him slid against the seat to press against his thigh lightly, reminding him of their plans for the night. He gave a few more kisses to his cheeks, to the bridge of his nose and the wrinkles formed there from the scrunch pulling a chuckle from his husband when he pulled away to find eyes shimmering at him. The emotions flickering there had his heart flying against his chest when he turned to grab the slim box.

Noticing out of the corner of his eye as he did so, just how fast Shouta drained the rest of his glass, reaching for the bottle on the ground next to them. Hizashi clicked his tongue at the man gaining his attention again. "Shouta, you've had two glasses already. Don't you think you've had enough, baby?"

A hum from the black-haired man was his answer, his shoulders tensing a touch at the thought of Shouta possibly kicking up a fuss about it but he relaxed when Shouta sat back in the swing after placing his glass down on the ground gently next to the bottle. His own glass was half drunk, still his first one from dinner that he had fussed and sipped a bit at but hadn't drained as fast as his husband.

He didn't blame him, however; it was their vacation. July twentieth. They had six weeks of pure bliss, of days spent twisted and curled together whenever they wanted; time to do as they pleased together, with their children, with Nemuri and friends of theirs and time to indulge in their hobbies once again. Time to fool around, stay up late, watch horrible movies and make a fresh round of memories together with the four of them to tell others proudly.

"Are you feeling anything yet?" He questioned, lifting up the box and giving it a little shake making his husband look to the box briefly and he raised his brows at him when he got a little hum in response as the black-haired man shifted in his spot.

"Hmmmm." Shouta seemed to think as he pursed his lips lightly, his brows coming together before eyes flicked towards him. "Not really. I can't tell. I mean, I might be a little bit bothered? I don't really know."

Hizashi had never messed around with aphrodisiacs before. He had heard of them, obviously, and he had heard of people having quirks related loosely to an aphrodisiac effect but he had never experienced it; had never fussed with the idea of enhancing his desire or his lust any more than it already was. After all, he never had trouble getting aroused with Shouta and so he merely kept that little knowledge in the back of his mind as a "maybe someday" option for the both of them.

When he'd seen the ad pop up on his TikTok, then on his Facebook, he had been curious about it and had gone as far as looking over the website. When he saw there was a contact listed under the 'contact us' tab, he chose to email one of the owners with the available address provided to see if they were truly as they advertised. He even went to Nemuri while he waited for the owner to even humor his silly little question, to which the woman had squinted and shrugged.

Had said to him rather bluntly that they could or couldn't work. It was a flop half the time, a placebo effect mostly. When he'd gotten that confirmation email, he had been surprised when not only did the owner confirm they did work but had listed the ingredients used in the chocolate that he looked up immediately afterwards in a frenzy. It had taken him a day to debate it before he gave in and bought the chocolates.

They only came with three. Three pieces of chocolate meant to be snapped in half and shared together; the box along with the website claimed that half was all they needed. And so, they had waited until dinner to eat their halves. That was about an hour ago; Hizashi expected to feel something. He expected to be horny, to have some kind of dirty string of thoughts, or to be gawking shamelessly at his husband but he'd felt nothing so far.

He wondered if there needed to be a trigger, if something needed to kick start that arousal but he didn't want to bring it up to Shouta yet; the man had seemed happy to sit outside on their porch swing, sipping on his second glass of wine for the evening. He wondered if they were indeed a mere flop; if they were a placebo effect and they weren't going to do jack shit tonight. Oh well, he didn't mind it at least.

It wasn't like the chocolate itself was horribly expensive. He cleared his throat lightly, reaching down for his glass of wine and tipped it up to his lips draining the last dregs of the rich red liquid before sliding to the edge of the swing, pushing up off of the seat making it tremble and he stretched his arms over his head. He arched his chest forward, his muscles tensing and trembling lightly as he swallowed down a groan in his throat as he let his head fall back.

He hadn't realized how stiff he had gotten sitting there over the past hour but this felt damn good; the tight pull and tremble of his muscles, the little nagging his brain breathed a sigh of relief as he twisted his torso side to side lightly with his stretch. A little groan managed to slip out of him before he could swallow it down. A deep breath in and then out as he dropped his arms then turned to Shouta who was watching him intently.

Dark eyes locked on him, burning into his skin, brows tugged tight together and there was a look to his husband's gaze that had him swallowing as a tingle raced underneath his skin when he finally pinned down that look. It was as if he were an unfortunate mouse in a cat's line of sight. As if Shouta were sizing him up before he pounced. It made his stomach squeeze, a little flicker of heat to register under his skin like a mere whisper in response to the intensity in those eyes.

Was it possible that Shouta felt something and had been merely fibbing? He cleared his throat lightly again. "Let's go inside, then. No point in sitting out here all night until the mosquitos come out only to feel nothing and be covered in bug bites."

"Mmm, sure. I'm not going to cast doubt upon it but you do know this is a fifty-fifty chance, right?"

He nodded as he stretched his hand out for Shouta, the black-haired man shifting forward in his seat and dropping the leg he'd hitched up then reached out a hand to take his to which he pulled the man up. He tugged lightly at the hand in his as he made his way to the door, weaving his fingers through with Shouta's and loving how his husband's flexed out before fitting down snuggly against his own.

Then he opened the door a bit making that hissing sound that always got the swarm to back up. He inched inside with Shouta behind him, looking over his shoulder to find that bottle of wine in Shouta's free hand and he made a mental note to go back out to get the glasses later. "I'll put this up. The cap is on the counter, right?"

"Yup! It'll be fine on the counter tonight, too, so don't worry about putting it up."

He tugged Shouta with him as they made their way to the kitchen, the sound of their feet brushing over the floor being the loudest thing in the house at the moment. Then he heard liquid sloshing as they entered the kitchen prompting him to look over his shoulder. He scowled at his husband as the bottle was lowered with the wine sloshing yet again, the hand in his sliding away in favor of stepping towards the counter to snatch up the cap.

He noticed a few droplets of wine had slipped down Shouta's stubbled chin from the sloppy sip taken from the bottle and even the faint wetness on his lips from the mouth of the bottle. "Shouta!"

"What? It's just a sip, Zashi, I can handle it. I'm far from being drunk and you know that perfectly well! The day I get drunk off of two glasses of wine and a sip of it is the day I top you. Not happening any time soon. And besides, why not take a little sip?"

"Because how will you know if the chocolate works or not if you're tipsy? Shouta, you're not gonna know!"

"You're right, I might not. But the chocolate might not even work and it's not like I'm guzzling the bottle down, love." He pursed his lips together when Shouta turned to him after screwing on the cap to the wine, setting the bottle down with a thunk, and he saw Shouta narrow his eyes at him. "Stop pouting, Zashi."

"I'm not pouting!"

Oh, he was pouting. He didn't have to see his face to know it; he felt the set of his lips, jutting out his bottom one ever so slightly and the huff in his voice as he denied the fact that he was indeed pouting at his husband. He caught sight of Shouta rolling his eyes, black lashes fluttering with the motion, and something about it was like a punch in gut. Had him pouting harder at the black-haired man.

He then crossed his arms over his chest, cocking a hip as he narrowed his own eyes on the man before him. "Yes, you are, Zashi. Stop pouting and looking at me like that!"

"You're being a brat, Sho."

"Which one of us is pouting like a child again?"

"And which one of us is rolling his eyes like a teenager?" He then sighed shuffling forward as he tightened his arms briefly against his chest as he stopped in front of his husband, uncurling his left arm in order to reach out to rub the faint wet lines from his chin and the corners of his mouth in light little brushes. "With an eye roll like that, you put Toshi's teenage angst to shame."

"At least I don't have it all the time. I think I'd rip my own hair out if I had the teen angst all the damn time."

"Same! It's- God, Sho, look at you! You got wine all over your chin! No need to drink it so sloppily if you want a sip from it! I swear, you're such a bratty little man, you know that? Just an angsty teen in a man's body. Come here, I'll get it off."

He let his pout drop away as he brushed the back of his fingers against the underside of his chin to remove any possible wetness and he reached up again once more to rub at his chin, the corners of his lips softly. He had always been so jealous of Shouta's lips, of his physique in their youth and even then, it had never been in a bitterly jealous manner. Had never wished for him to look like Shouta.

Well, he always wished he had a little more but Shouta had been captivating; he wouldn't say he fell in love at first sight with his husband, nothing that cliché, but he'd been taken aback by the new student in the hero course. Even back then he knew Shouta would bloom into someone that would be smoking to look at, positively breathtaking, and he had been right. With his shaggy hair, the slender curves of his body, Hizashi had genuinely mistaken Shouta for a girl.

While his features had been far from delicate, the man had had a severe baby face that didn't help with that feminine assumption. It was only when Shouta had spoken that it snapped into reality that Shouta was a guy. It had him reeling. And he then envied this man; how slender he had been, his flexibility, and how he could have easily had everyone in their class fawning over him if he'd been more social.

How he was the gossip of much girls' social circles. The crush of many students. So ridiculously pretty this man had been in his youth. How ridiculously attractive he was now. Man or woman, everything in between, Hizashi knew he'd still love Shouta regardless of how he identified. While he had initially been taken aback by his gender, it didn't take much for him to realize that he would have still been struck just as

powerfully as he had been that first sight. Everything about him was stunning. Even then, he had begged Shouta to get a piercing or two. Anything really but the man never really brushed him off. But now that he had gotten his ears done, Hizashi couldn't help but wonder how a facial piercing would look. An eyebrow? Nose? What if he got a labret? A tiny little thing tucked below that full bottom lip of his?

Oh, that image was amazing. It wasn't until Shouta's lips parted that he realized he'd long since moved his fingers from the corner of his mouth and was lightly tracing the length of his lip with the tip of his middle finger again and again. Lightly brushing over the soft skin subconsciously, wiping away the wetness from the wine with the warmth of his breath rushing over his fingers. He blinked a few times at the man who blinked back at him languidly.

The soft flush to his cheeks seemed darker due to the fading light pouring in from behind him through the kitchen window and he was mesmerized. Twitching, he looked down to find fingers curling into the belt loops of the jeans he wore and he let himself be tugged closer to Shouta. He instinctively placed a hand on the counter behind him while he rested his finger against Shouta's lower lip lightly.

He didn't believe in the aphrodisiac working; like Nemuri had said, it was a placebo effect, and like Shouta had said even if it did work it was still a fifty-fifty shot that it affected them. He didn't believe it was working at all. Honestly, his husband was always so tempting. Always so easy to give in to. Funny how all he had to do was roll his eyes, flutter his lashes and part his lips like that to melt Hizashi's defenses away. Close, close, close. He was being held so close to Shouta.

Those fingers were trembling as they tugged fiercely at his belt loops. As if to keep him from stepping away. He dipped his head down then, his breaths mingling with Shouta's as the man leaned in eagerly and he moved his finger away from his bottom lip after giving it a soft little rub. He slid his hand up to press his palm to his cheek. Loving the warmth of that flushed cheek. The trembling little breath that left his husband's nose as he pressed his lips to Shouta's sent a little shiver down his spine.

A whisper of lips moving against lips, brushing and molding against the softness of his husband's lips that were a touch damp from the mouth of the bottle that he hadn't wiped away though he could care less about that. He slid his hand from that warm cheek to the back of Shouta's head, twisting those soft black locks around his fingers. Relishing in how they slithering through them as he lightly scratched at Shouta's scalp earning him a little shiver.

Lifting his other hand, he moved it backwards to rest against his lower back, pushing against Shouta bringing him forward against him tightly. He felt the fingers in the belt loops tugging at him again. Clinging onto him more than they seemed to be actively pulling at him constantly. There was a few curious jingling of bells on collars around them, a few chirping meows, and yet he was surprised Shouta didn't pull away.

Didn't break the kiss. Didn't yank him towards the bedroom. He felt his own breaths hitching, his lungs prompting him for longer and deeper pulls as he moved his lips eagerly with his husband's. Trying to keep his breaths quiet. After all, the sound of lips brushing, the occasional smack of them sliding together, was far better as they filled the kitchen as he felt a sigh fan out against his cheek. It was always so pleasing, so shiver worthy to kiss Shouta.

It was an activity- No, it was more of a delight than an activity. They may get dry, he may pick at them nervously, or bite at the sensitive skin until it looked swollen from the harsh dig, but damn if he could stay there kissing this man day in and day out. It could be a passion; a hobby, a job, a damn duty to perform. Another soft, breathy sigh left his husband as those trembling fingers left his belt loops, sliding backwards.

Then he shuddered as he pressed his lips firmly to Shouta's when hands reached back grabbing at his ass tightly. It had his breath hitching only to come out on a low groan, the grip had his toes curling excitedly against the floor as he pressed against the back of Shouta's head. Coaxing a harder kiss that was delightedly understood by the man as he seemed to throw himself into the kiss; full lips moving eagerly, a touch urgently with his own.

God, was he going to melt away just from a little term of endearment and hands on his ass? Possibly. Fingers kneaded at his ass fiercely, squeezing fistfuls of him pulling a weak moan out of him at the tingles it sent to his groin as he kissed Shouta with all the strength he allowed. No teasing. No play. He would give anything for those hands on his shoulders, in his hair, but he was damn happy to have them down there instead.

He felt Shouta twisting himself slightly against him as if he wanted to curl right into his very skin as those lips moved with that same strength, that same speed. Breaths were trembling against flushed cheeks; his heart was pounding quickly against his chest with that delight coursing right through him that went hand in hand with the lust. A heat flickered and clawed right through his very veins. Intent on carving down into his very bones.

He gave in immediately to the quiet little whisper, the tiny little voice in the back of his mind telling him to do it the second it was formed. He slid his hand down from Shouta's lower back to grab at his ass tightly. The encouraging, soft moan he got from the black-haired man had him leaning forward instinctively, pinning him to the counter. They took clumsy steps to keep from hurting one another or falling in that tiny little action.

However, the way those hands clutched at him gave the assurance he was doing the right thing. Quiet, tiny little noises left his husband as he moved his lips against the black-haired man's and delighting in the way his own were curving to fit against his. Molding and fitting against those full ones, relishing in the softness and just how plush they felt tonight; had he used ChapStick? That would explain the softness, after all.

He squeezed the cheek in his hand pulling a soft noise from his husband who shivered at the tight grip. He let out a soft moan at the squeeze delivered back. His face was hot, uncomfortably hot, and he could tell the light was growing darker as the sun no doubt was finally disappearing over the horizon and plunging them into darkness. Good. He knew the lights would be turned on once they got in the bedroom but to stand here in the kitchen?

His husband a little tipsy off of two glasses and a gulp of wine? His own head swimming from the hit of a joint a little while ago? Chugging his own wine like that? Oh, it was amazing. To stand in a darkening kitchen, his hand on Shouta's ass, hands on his own that squeezed tightly as he pinned him to the counter while shamelessly making out with him? It was an exhilarating series of situations to the scenario.

Scenario, a situation, that he didn't know he needed as he pressed his lips eagerly against Shouta's. He could stand here all night, kissing this man silly until he was drunk off of wine and kisses. Stand here until his own legs were quivering and weak with the passionate kisses that were being traded back and forth between them effortlessly. And that passion was what he wanted. To feel lips moving with heat, with desire, want, lust.

To move with that hunger and passion were always the absolute best. What he loved the most. Fingers kneaded at his ass, squeezing and relaxing again and again sent shivers as soft noises filtered into the kiss between the both of them. Breaths feeding into little sounds from backs of throats as lips moved together with that passion, that lust that had his stomach squeezing tightly. Had an ache settling itself between his legs rather eagerly.

Had his dick twitching excitedly at the knowledge just where this was going to go the moment, they broke the kiss. He felt the soft brush of a tongue against his bottom lip to which he opened his mouth eagerly, happily. Shouta hummed softly when he happily met that tongue with his own; twisting, sliding his tongue with Shouta's was a song and dance he knew all too well. A thing he had memorized for years now.

He still remembered when they had tried French Kissing for the first time. They were far too young, just shy of eighteen but they- Oh, what had they been reading? An erotic e-book? A piece of fanfiction? Whatever it had been, it was something awful but he still remembered the fire in those dark eyes when Shouta declared he wanted to try it. To try a French kiss. That he wanted to prove it wasn't that awful.

And it was. They were the absolute worst at that type of kiss. There had been too much tongue, not enough tongue, too much impatience and everything that could just about make a French kiss horrible. The mortified look his husband had had when they pulled apart and declared never again was adorable, hilarious even now that he thought about it. But they'd practiced a few years later when Shouta revisited the topic.

Now here he was, twisting his tongue with Shouta's as the man flicked and played with his piercing whenever he thought he could get away with it, no doubt, and he loved it. Everything just took practice. Sex was no different. Kissing and touching were no different. He rubbed the bottom of his piercing against the top of Shouta's tongue pulling another hum out of the man as hands clutched at him fiercely, nails dragging over the fabric of his jeans.

Squeezing, clawing at the fabric before he let go. It was exciting to feel those hands moving blindly; wondering what they were going to do next as his piercing clicked lightly off of Shouta's teeth and he squeezed Shouta's ass tightly in his hand as the man moaned softly into the kiss as he shivered lightly. Then he felt hands tugging at his belt, fussing with the buckle blindly and listening to Shouta grunt when he wasn't as successful as he no doubt wanted to be first try.

To help him he would have to take his hand off of his ass and slide the other out of those soft black locks. Both things that felt like a loss but the irritated growl he got from his husband as fingers then yanked at the buckle told him it would be worth it. Let go now and help his husband achieve his goal. He was beginning to lift his hands, easing up on his grips when the buckle clinked lightly.

There was a pleased noise from the black-haired man when he successfully began unbuckling it then yanking the leather belt through the loops quickly making that all too familiar hissing sound with the speed. It was tossed to the floor carelessly in favor of fingers finding the button, now tugging at it as blindly as they had with the buckle and he could feel a light tremble to them. Felt the eagerness in the way Shouta's tongue moved and twisted with his own.

Felt it in the hitching breaths against his burning cheek and he felt the same little actions himself. The eagerness, the urgency, to get as slow as possible to skin as he could get. His hands trembled lightly in their places, taking frantic breaths through his nose to feed the hunger in his lungs as he accidentally clicked his piercing off of Shouta's teeth yet again only to earn a quiet moan from the man as the button was ripped open.

It was only as fingers were pinching the zipper did he pull back from the kiss making those lips chase after him desperately, a gasp leaving the man as his lips landed on his chin, his cheek before finding his lips and he gave in to a few firm, frantic kisses that smacked louder than their making out had yet he loved that. The noise, the feel of lips chasing and pressing to him again and again in a frenzy that had him whining low in his throat.

When he finally broke away, making his husband whimper wordlessly at him. He took a deep breath to try and calm himself, the black-haired man squirming against him as fingers yanked his zipper down allowing for a little extra room for his erection to strain against the fabric yet not nearly enough. It was better than his leather pants, at least. Oh, those were restricting in a horribly good way; no room for any press, no room to expand.

It was like a perfect type of agony to feel himself get hard only to find there isn't any given to the fabric. It was damn good. His breaths shuddered in and out, his husband tugging at his belt loops again as if to yank him closer even if there was no room for closer; he was as close as he could possibly get and yet it didn't feel like enough. "G-Goddamn, Shouta! You really want me t-that bad?"

"Yes! Yes, Zashi! Mmm, want you now!" He shivered when those lips brushed against his jaw before they pressed to his cheeks, his chin, his jaw and the bridge of his nose softly in fluttering kisses before finding his own again cutting off what he had been about to say.

He didn't mind being cut off one bit. In fact, he had once or twice told the man if he wanted to shut him up then he could use any means. This was by far his favorite means of being shut up. It was easy to forget he was going to say something when the feeling of those lips moving against his own erased every little thing that wasn't kissing him in return; that wasn't marveling over the softness of those lips and how they shaped together.

He pulled back after a few moments, giving in to those frantic, pecking kisses when he grinned. "Come, on, let's go. As much as I'd love nothing more than to bend you over here, I would rather avoid that! It would be very inconvenient to strip the whole counter like how you replaced our kitchen table, baby! So, let's go, yeah?"

He slid his hands from those black locks, from the tight grip he had on his husband's ass to grab his hands as he began walking backwards; quick, clumsy steps that nearly had him falling over his awkward steps yet Shouta seemed just as eager to follow after him. It would be easy to chalk it up to their normal eagerness; the normal excitement, the normal lust and desire ripping him apart.

Weirdly enough, it felt exciting to think that it could be influenced a bit by the aphrodisiac. That his normal lust, his normal hunger and arousal was being pushed to a feverish, painful level. While he knew it more than likely was that placebo effect, he was still very aroused at that thought. He twisted on his feet to face forward as he released one of Shouta's hands in order to shoo away Cappella, Cosmo and Void from their places in front of their bedroom doors.

Doing with his feet and hands gently until they were scurrying down the hallway. Sliding the doors open, he pulled while Shouta flew over the threshold and he turned to face his husband as the doors thudded shut with the quiet little click of the lock after it. He fussed with their light switch until he got the overhead light to that dim lighting he adored; it set a mood but wasn't so dim that he couldn't see anything.

If anything, it made it unbearably exciting when he looked away from the light switch to again find dark eyes locked on him intently. Burning at him. There was no thought when those hands reached for him, curling and uncurling, as he flew forward pinning the black-haired man to the doors with a thud. A light rattle of the hinges as his back hit against it and while a grunt flew out of his husband he could see the absolute fire that burned to life .

Saw the excitement in his eyes as his breath rushed in on a gasp. His husband really did like being pinned to things, did he? He'd have to do that more often. Leaning in, dipping his head down a bit was returned with his husband quite eagerly tipping his face up as he leaned in as well and he covered those lips with his own. It was so easy to melt back into it; to move his lips eagerly, urgently and perhaps even a touch sloppily this time.

He didn''t need to see to know, hear it to know, that Shouta was eating it up. At least, he hoped the man was. He sure as hell was. He wondered if perhaps that was a kink in itself or if Shouta merely liked to be pinned tightly against things; if he liked that feeling of not being able to get away easily. Whatever it was, whatever his husband liked about it, he would continue doing it. Moving his lips against Shouta's, he melted under the heat, the passion his husband was using as those lips moved eagerly against his own.

With those hands gripping at the fabric of his t-shirt and clawing idly at the skin through the fabric sending shivers down his spine. And yet no matter how eagerly those lips were moving in time with his when the kiss was broken again and he listened to the deep breath his husband took. Felt the tremble of those hands against his shoulders as they clutching at the fabric of his t-shirt and he saw the little bob of his Adam's Apple.

Felt his husband fidget slightly against him. Oh? What was this? Did Shouta want something? He blinked trying to clear his head just a bit as the black-haired man fidgeted against him again, lips trembling wordlessly before eyes flicked away from him. "I-I want-"

He felt a little rush, a tingle, of arousal at the crack in Shouta's voice when he spoke. A cracked that prompted the black-haired man to stop, clearing his throat lightly as he gathered his words again. All while he fought the urge to bounce on his toes. Fought the urge to squirm and plead for his husband to continue his sentence. He knew whatever it was Shouta was about to say was going to be good and he wanted to hear it.

While the black-haired man wasn't naturally a shy person, he was a rather private one meaning he had never truly been too open with vocalizing his wants. Never been very good at saying exactly what he wanted when his mother had all but beat into him that those "urges" were private things. That he was not to shove them onto others. And it didn't seem to matter how many years they spent together, Hizashi was still trying to break it.

However, he did win a bit against Shouta's mother's teachings. The black-haired man, after all, was good at dirty talk during sex. Though it didn't come to him naturally in a casual setting or a flirty situation at the best of times. When he was drunk it came a touch better but he knew his husband was too aware to throw his words out carelessly. But that didn't make it any less exciting. When he had been drunk on the couch that night, spitting out those vulgar things?

Oh, that had been his highlight. He loved hearing Shouta's voice whispering, snarling at him what he wanted. What he needed. And while being private didn't necessarily mean he couldn't change it, he would continue to try. Shouta was getting better at vocalizing his wants, however, since they started the challenge and he was proud of him. Very proud. He was breaking his limits, his tiny private boundaries down one by one whether the black-haired man knew he was doing it to himself or not.

And he loved it. He blinked when Shouta cleared his throat again, the sound snapping him to atention as he tore himself out of his thoughts to focus on the man in front of him. To focus on those delightful, perhaps even sinful words that would come out of him. God, he had never been more intent on hearing what this man had to say than ever before when those lips moved. "Zashi, I want- I want to eat you out b-before you fuck me. Please? Can I?"

He couldn't speak. He couldn't think of a proper sentence to even say to a request like that. His heart throbbed from those fast beats, his breath hitching on a crack as his face burned uncomfortably hot and yet his hands trembled as he clutched at his husband. His lips were moving wordlessly, his vocal cords for once rendered useless as he stared at the curious, hopeful flushed face of his husband's.

He released a tiny little croaking noise from the back of his throat before he shut his mouth nodding his head eagerly. How could he ever say no to a request like that? How could he reasonably refuse such an offer? He saw those eyes flash at him, widening a touch when he threw himself back a few stumbling steps towards the bed, dragging the black-haired man with him though it wasn't necessary. Not needed at all.

It was surprising a rush of arousal gushed right through him just to see the black-haired man was stumbling forward after him eagerly with the excitement sparkling at him from his gaze. An excitement he felt strangling his own throat. He reached down grabbing the hem of his shirt, his own hands trembling lightly as he tugged it up over his head. This had the hands leaving his shoulders only to drop down and shove at his jeans roughly for him making his breath hitch.

He threw the shirt off to the side as Shouta worked the material down with a grunt. He pressed his hands to Shouta's shoulders as the man worked them from around his ankles, chuckling when his husband jerked up to tug his own shirt up over his head quickly. He threw it off to the side where it hit the TV making it wobble as he looked over curiously. When he let his gaze turn back to Shouta.

He was in awe of just how fast he'd gotten the sweatpants down and off. It was- Wow. He really did like knowing that his husband wanted him just as badly. That he was desired, lusted after, and wanted so veraciously that his husband was flinging off his clothing at record speed. That Shouta was just as excited, just as desperate and eager to get to him as he was to get to Shouta. He twisted then throwing himself onto the bed, the feel of his husband crawling on next to him.

Taking a breath to control that strangling, constricting excitement, he smiled as he he turned facing the black-haired man. "How do you want to do this? I don't mind any position you have in mind, so just tell me what to do and I'll happily go along with it, baby! I can lay on my stoma-"

"On my face! I-I want you to sit on my face!"

If that heat hadn't been burning, throbbing gently in his cheeks it would have been unbelievable how he would blush at that simple statement; he hadn't- Oh, his husband was wicked tonight. From the eyeroll when they ate the chocolate, to the scoffing manner they joked about it, the wine they took onto the porch and the little teasing statements his husband had been making previously. Those hands on his ass, squeezing and clutching at him in the kitchen.

Everything came together in an image, a scenario, that left him shaking with that eager, desperate excitement. He nodded mutely, his words lost in his tight throat again when eyes flickered at him before the black-haired man shifted back onto the bed before laying out on the bed, arranging his hair against the blanket. Naturally so he wouldn't kneel on it. Oh. Oh, he needed- He crawled around his husband to the bedside table.

Stretching his hand out he grabbed the little knob, tugging the drawer open and dipping his hand inside to grab their items quickly. His hands were shaking making him swallow as he then tossed them to the bed next to his husband before reaching in for the newest item to the drawer. When he turned to Shouta with it in hand, he swore he had never seen the man perk up faster; his face lighting up.

His eyes locked on the little bottle he held in his hand and he watched the man adjust himself. While Shouta had never said it out loud, he knew the man hated the taste of their generic lube; it had been the first thing Shouta said the night after their first little adventure with the gag. And he didn't blame him. So, he had a solution this time round; a flavored lube. He had asked his husband his preferences, took his own into account the he searched.

And, quite happily, he had gotten a mango flavored one that they had used a few times recently. Enough times to know Shouta loved it like he did. Something bearable if he decided on throwing in a little fingering. Anything to make it enjoyable. Crawling back over to the black-haired man, he handed him the bottle, dark eyes smoldering up at him and he took a breath as he shuffled forward making sure he didn't end up on any hair.

A moment to make sure he wouldn't make anything uncomfortable or cause any unintentional pain. And once that was assured, once his husband whimpered up at him wordlessly; begging, begging, begging. He wouldn't keep him waiting. He wouldn't keep either of them waiting. He shifted, throwing his leg over Shouta's head and dug his knees into the mattress as he fidgeted in his spot as he straddled Shouta's head.

Hands came upwards grabbing at his hips coaxing him downwards which he happily complied with and he shivered at the lips fluttering over his ass lightly. Teasing, playful kisses that quickly became firmer; soft, rapid pressed of lips that had his stomach squeezing and flipping with the excitement as his breath trembled when hands tugged his hips down further and nails dragged against the length of them sending a shudder down his spine.

It was almost unbearable waiting. Did this mean the aphrodisiac worked? Or was he just in his own mind and convinced it was? Was he merely feeding into the idea it was working? His brain trying to convince him? He bit down on his lip when fingers grabbed at his ass cheeks just like they had before, kneading the flesh softly as they were pulled apart and his breath rushed out on a tremble at the warmth of Shouta's breath fanning against the skin.

Lips attacked with kisses, light nips, against the skin delightedly until he was twitching and squirming under the wicked little actions of his husband. He bit fiercely at his lip when he shivered at the warm breath against his hole, lips then pressing softly against it and he whined at the black-haired man who pressed those soft kisses delightedly against him. No one was better at oral than Shouta in his opinion.

No one could ever hope to compare and even if his husband praised his own skills up and down, day in and day out, it would never compare to the excitement tearing through him as full lips pressed against his cheeks, his twitching hole, as fingers dug into his skin. The man was wicked with his tongue, always did this special little thing that drove him nuts. If the man so decided to do it.

It drove him as crazy as it drove Shouta when he used buzzing. However, it had been quite a while since Shouta had eaten him out. Tearing himself out of his thoughts was the feel of a tongue lapping itself across his hole, the sensation had him releasing his lips on a gasp as nails bit into his skin and he felt the heat rip underneath his skin; it was a slam, a burst, of sudden sensation that had his breath rushing on a wheeze.

Left him utterly breathless. It was aweing how fast it ripped under his skin, as if eager to devour every last bit of his common sense until he was squirming. Fingers clutched at him fiercely while that tongue lapped itself across his twitching hole again and again, lips pressing intermittently. Oh, he knew Shouta was having the time of his life. He just knew it. The way that tongue lapped, undulating and pressing against his hole spoke volumes of how his husband was feeling.

Shuddering, he looked down at the sight of his husband's erection twitching against his stomach. He let out a low moan as a hand released one of his cheeks, sliding forward along his hip then down to cling onto his thigh. The sound trembled, growing louder with that tongue licking at him teasingly once more before pushing against him had him shuddering. While, not everyone loved oral and not everyone was in the mood for it, Hizashi knew his husband loved it.

In fact, in their youth the black-haired man had always been curious about it all and had more than once happily dropped down onto knees only to stroke, squeeze and play with him like he was a little puzzle that needed to be figured out. Working piece by piece each time he went down on him, giving him blowjobs that seemed to get better and better each time. In fact, the first time the black-haired man had eaten him out had been clumsy.

Horribly awkward and overly eager that first time but over time the black-haired man had found his pace. His rhythm. What Hizashi liked best and what he didn't. Nails dug into his thigh pulling another low moan out of him, the feeling of Shouta working his tongue into him was a shiver worthy sensation as he let his head fall back with another little moan flying out of him. Shivers at light suction his husband gave as his breath fanned against his skin quickly.

Then he began licking and swirling his tongue against his inner walls. He was hot; unbearably hot with each lick, each thrust of that tongue into him, and he squirmed when Shouta sucked at him as he undulated his tongue upwards against him. He was burning up. While, he knew it was more than likely just that placebo effect that his mind was insisting that the aphrodisiac was working its magic now that they were doing something was a lie.

A pretty, sweet little lie to himself. Something to convince himself he didn't waste money on three pieces of chocolate. It was an easy rhythm they settled into. Him squirming and moaning lightly above the black-haired man as that tongue seemed intent on torturing him. Each lick, each undulating movement, and suck his husband gave to his twitching hole felt positively amazing. A humming little moan left his husband.

Unable to truly help himself, he squirmed. That squirm earned him a moan of encouragement that had him grinding his hips down, his breath hitching and speeding up when Shouta's right hand slid across his thigh squeezing tightly. Forcing him down. As if he wanted to suffocate himself somehow. Ohhh, that really sent a wave of heat under his skin. Blistering through his veins, straight down to his stomach that rolled and clenched wildly.

Whimpering when his erection gave a twitch as he squirmed, knees digging fiercely into the mattress. He loved the mere fact that his husband always threw his everything into oral. Whether it was a blow job, whether it was playing with his nipples or even eating him out, he put everything he had into it. He did the same. Anything to drive him wild, to make him desperate. He shuddered as those hands squeezing at him began stroking up and down his thighs.

Nails dragging delightfully against his feverish skin as his hair tickled against his back and the muffled moan he got as he ground his hips down again against the tongue thrusting into him. Licking and twisting inside him so wickedly, so fervently that it had him moaning out as he squirmed again grinding his hips down in tight little movements as fingers dug into him fiercely. A tight hold that he knew Shouta was delighting in.

Holding him down. The feel of those nails digging into him, the idea of them ripping into his skin, making him bleed even a tiny bit, and leaving marks on his skin was always something worth getting hot over. Just as much of a turn on as the idea of his husband biting, sucking at his skin in an attempt to leave marks. To quiet himself even if there was no need for it. He could happily sit here forever on his husband's face.

Stay right there, grinding and squirming with whines flying out of him as he let the black-haired man go to town on eating him out. It was damn good as he wriggled with a little moan when he looked down catching the twitch of his husband's erection. At the drop of pre-come that was glistening, dripping his husband's stomach into his happy trail. He enjoyed the hell out of it to know his husband was getting so worked up,

That he could get so hot over eating him out. Just like he did when he was doing the same for his husband. Then his eyes flicked to that pretty, pretty cursive spelling of his name on Shouta's hip. The redness had gone down amazingly over the past week and he was in awe of the way his name glowed against the pale coloring of his husband's hip. It sent shivers of arousal through him that resulted in the lust twisting and clawing up underneath his skin insistently.

Asking for a relief of some kind. It was when he felt the tongue in him still, wild breaths being taken and huffing against his skin that he came back to the situation; Shouta was taking breaks. How long had he been taking breaks? Was this merely the first one? The hands were shoving him down, keeping him in place, yet the shake to those wild breaths had him frowning to himself; especially when his husband's tongue began moving again, frantically now.

As if he were battling against fatigue, against the soreness that had to be coming from eating him out so veraciously even if it hadn't been that long. The way Shouta had thrown himself so enthusiastically into eating him out was something that would tire anyone out after a few minutes. No matter how resilient his husband was, it would tire him out. Especially when they had just been making out as fiercely, as eagerly as they had in the kitchen.

Kneading, squeezing, clutching at him had him sighing out shakily but he knew he had to move on; there would be time later to have his husband eat him out again and he would happily return the favor but for now he needed to give this man a bit of a break. So, he reached down, tugging those hands up from his thighs and he quickly raised himself up before the man could protest. He shivered at the loss of his husband's mouth, wanting to whine but he choked it down.

However, that urge didn't compare to the wild whimper Shouta gave. Hands struggled to reach up to yank him back down and he squeezed them gently as he shifted to sit next to Shouta, dark eyes begging him wordlessly. Pleading for him to come back. It was a look that could damn near break anyone's heart. He bent down fluttering his lips over that flushed face, marveling at the heat that sizzled beneath his lips and reached his hand up to cup his other cheek as another little whimper left the man as he squirmed.

"Shhh, it's fine, Sho, we're not stopping. You can eat me out more later if you really want too, okay? Take a break, baby."

He pressed his lip to that hot cheek gently, murmuring against it when hands clutched at him tugging him closer and he relented by shifting over, straddling Shouta's waist as he rubbed circles into his jaw gently as he pulled back meeting Shouta's gaze. It was amazing how worked up the man seemed to be. How Shouta was so close to giving him what he wanted. He then stroked that hot cheek, watching the black-haired man squirm with a whimper.

Such an adorably impatient man he was! God, he was making him burn with a look alone and a few squirms, a few of those reedy noises. Little things he did without even thinking that set him ablaze as he kissed his hot stumbled cheek again, stroking the other while Shouta's face breaths fanned against his face each time he did so. He was starting to think more and more Shouta had lied about not feeling it. And it sent shivers down his spine when he spoke again.

"You still have your plug in, right?"

A nod, fast and eager was his answer making him kiss the tip of his nose. "O-Of course I do! Where the fuck would it go? You said to have it in, i-in case the aphrodisiac worked!"

"It was smart, wasn't it? Though I think, right now, I want to watch you again! I want to see you fuck yourself with one of our dildos because clearly those chocolates weren't joking. Or maybe we're in our own heads about it? Either way I promise you, Shouta, I am going to fuck you all night long and you aren't going to sleep a wink tonight if I have it my way."

A low little groan from his husband had shivers running down his spine as he then began trailing his fingers along that burning, scalding cheek again while tilting his head to nip at the shell of Shouta's ear provoking a shiver from the man. "Promise? Promise you will? Really?"

"Have I ever lied to you before about it, Sho? Darling boy, I'll fuck you until the sun comes up and we're exhausted. I'll run myself and you into the ground because we can. And that's what I want! What do you want, Sho? Tell me what you want, please? Let me hear what you want, baby."

He heard the quiet little sound of Shouta swallowing, watched him lick his lips as he began drifting the tips of his fingers up and down his cheek; from jaw to cheekbone, he stroked the burning red flush softly and the man fidgeted in his place as he took a deep breath that trembled on it's way in and out. A moment to steady himself, it would seem, and he hummed softly as he pressed his lips against that burning cheek again.

The little twitch he got from the action, the quiet whine he got from Shouta when he did so, had him stroking his cheek softly. "I-I want you to watch me again, first! Like the first time! I want you to watch me, please?"

"I absolutely will, baby! I love watching you, no matter what you're doing! If that's what you want then I'll happily watch you; in fact, I would have watched you regardless! Is that all you want?"

"Y-You won't take your eyes off of me, will you?" He shook his head smiling at the black-haired man, seeing that flash of excitement in his husband's dark eyes. "Then I'm happy with that. So long as you touch me, you fuck me and just-just do something I'll be fine." He paused then let his gaze flick down. "But I have a suggestion."

"Tell me."

"I-I want you to fuck me with it! I want you to fuck me with the dildo and I-I want you to choke me with your cock, Zashi, while I do it! I w-want you to be rough, be mean, and use me up!"

Shivers. Oh, there was just something about that deep voice of his telling him such vulgar requests, pitched in a low whisper that cracked and stuttered over itself that he couldn't get enough of. God, his husband could say he was going to kill him and dismember his body apart in that low pitch and he'd still be fascinated. Still let him do what he pleased. It was truly a magical voice, whether Shouta understood that or not.

Anyone would melt under that man's voice. He nodded with a little groan when fingers drifted down his chest to his stomach and the muscles quivered viciously at the light touch until those fingers were brushing down lightly along the shaft, the twitch making those dark eyes flare at him when they lifted up. Burning him from the inside out with a look alone. If only Shouta understood the absolute power, the hold he had on him. God, he'd have to tell him.

"I want you to fuck my throat raw, Zashi. I want you to fuck my throat so good I want more and I feel sick from it! I want you to fucking clog up my throat with your cock until I fucking choke. Until I'm crying from it, you understand me? Fuck my mouth how you want too and fuck it good."

That's it. That was it. He twisted out from under those devilish hands, backwards towards the edge of the bed throwing himself off as he rushed over for their dresser while the rustling of sheets rang out behind him and he fought the temptation to look over his shoulder to see his husband fidgeting on the blanket. Lifting up the cable box, he was a touch embarrassed at the shake to his hands.

This shake caused him to fumble with the tiny key, dropping it twice before he managed to get it down into the little lock on their drawer. That was pretty embarrassing. He put the cable box down when it wobbled dangerously in his hand. He tugged the drawer open making the contents rattle lightly from the sudden pull as he reached in for Shouta's toy; he had been and still was, flattered when he stared at the length.

He could still recall how Shouta had embarrassingly mumbled he'd bought it because it was close to HIS dick. And that was an ego boost in itself, now wasn't it? To know his husband at the time would use something that reminded Shouta of him when he was masturbating had been the absolute epitome of his life. To know that his husband wanted him that much even when he was gone that he resorted to buying a dildo that was as close to him as possible was absolutely flattering.

He loved that. He still does. He tugged it out happily, his eyes scanning over their other items and he dragged his teeth over his bottom lip staring down at them before shaking his head. Later. They'd have time to use everything later. He pushed the drawer shut, listening to the little thud, and turned back to the bed rushing over making a breathless laugh leave his husband when his hair flew around his shoulders as he climbed up but he didn't mind.

In fact, his husband squirmed despite the breathless little laugh of his and those eyes burned at him with that same intensity he'd seen countless times tonight. "Turn around. I need to take the plug out of you and I want to see you take this thing."

The shiver he saw roll it's way over Shouta followed by the black-haired man handing him their generic lube, he then spun bracing his legs apar as his hands hit the bed with a quiet thump and he hummed softly as he positioned himself behind his husband. Sliding his fingers down his spine, across his lower back got him a shudder and the airy, breathless little noise that never failed to make his very being burn.

It was just what he wanted. Exactly what he wanted. He tucked the toy between his legs to avoid putting it on the bed as he cracked open the lube then lifted his hand back to the twitching skin before him, watching the goosebumps break out of it, as he slid his fingers between his husband's cheeks tapping at the flat end of the plug before gripping it. He wiggled it back and forth gently as he eased it out, far easier due to the layer of lube that had been used to get it in.

He hummed watching his husband's hole twitch eagerly as the tip of the plug slid out. He placed it down on the blanket when blinked at the little movement his husband gave and grinned at the way those hips were angling backwards subtly. Asking silently. Begging. Pleading. He shivered himself as he squeezed out a dollop onto his palm, pulling the toy from between his thighs and began to coat the thing with the lube.

He heard Shouta's breath hitch excitedly, toes curling when he looked down at the rustling sound of feet wiggling against the sheets. The adorable little fidget had his grin widening as he used a little excess lube from the toy to reach out and spread over his husband's hole, relishing in the whimper he got from the man. He felt his own breath hitching, racing quietly as he lifted the toy up to nudge and rub the head against his husband making an excited, throaty moan leave the man.

He was damn near giddy as he rubbed the tip against Shouta until he was wriggling as his hips pushed backwards. It was always fun to tease his husband, to push him and coax him to that point he was wailing for him to do something. Until he was begging for no more teasing, begging for more and using that filthy little vocabulary of his until Hizashi was just as eager to do something. Pressing the head forward it was aweing when it slid in smoothly.

Sinking forward, the slick noise as it did so was shiver worthy. It was so fluid that he was awed when his fingers were pressing lightly against his husband as the base pressed against Shouta. The moan he got was equally aweing as he watched the twitch of muscles around the toy, his blood positively boiling through his veins at the little action, and he was breathless as he stared. He- Just one second.

He gave himself one second to stare at his husband shamelessly; his face was throbbing lightly from the intensity of his blush; his heart was pounding sickeningly fast and yet his eyes refused to move an inch when his husband squirmed. It was as erotic as watching his husband spread himself open. To see the tiny twitch of the muscles as they no doubt squeezed and clenched around the toy had his own erection twitching at the jolt of arousal it sent through him.

The sight of him stretched around the toy was a dizzyingly arousing sight. He groaned as Shouta whined at him to which he tapped his thigh lightly prompting his husband to turn around to face him. It was an awkward moment of shifting, finding different positions not so close to the edge of the bed. A giggle flying out of him at the rather silly nature of their positioning and even Shouta snickered under his breath once or twice until they were in a much better place.

He met his husband's gaze, marveling over the way those black lashes trembled in a fast little blink, in the blush that smothered itself across his face, flushed his chest and the tips of his ears a far more delicate red compared to the bright hue on his face and even those of his sunburns. Lips parted, a quiet breath rushing over them; the longing in such a little action was clear and he happily mended the gap to press his lips to Shouta's.

It was a slow, softer kiss than the ones they'd traded so far and he liked that. Not every kiss during sex had to be sloppy, had to be rough or rushed. He relished in the sweetness, the want that still lingered in the kiss along with that lust but the slow brush and press of lips had him shivering when the lips broke away from his and trailed down to his jaw. Tipping his head back, he offered his throat up to his husband delightedly.

Shiver when those lips crawled down them and teeth nipped playfully at him; an unspoken promise. He then straightened his head as Shouta made his way down his chest happily after placing pecking kisses to the nipple closest to him. Down, down, down he went until the muscles of his stomach were quivering when lips crawled down them and he hummed softly lifting a hand up then sliding it into those soft black locks.

Arching his hips instinctively as fingers wrapped around the base. His glasses slid down his nose slightly, prompting him to reach up with his free hand to tug them off and toss them lightly onto the bed towards their pillows; a safe distance away but within reach. A few lazy strokes grabbed his attention as he looked down at the black-haired man who was pressing a kiss to his hip. The feel of those lips sent a wave of tingles that fanned outwards eagerly.

A familiar excitement that threatened to choke him as Shouta seemed to take delight in that slow stroke. Squeezing the base, rubbing at it with that pressure that was utterly perfect then sliding this hand up to rub the pads of his fingers just below the head. He dragged his teeth over his lip when those dark eyes flicked up to stare, to meet his gaze boldly, before moving away from his hip to press lips against the underside of his erection.

His breath hitched in, trembling out as those lips fluttered wickedly along his erection; the underside, the base, along the sides and even a few playful pecks were given to the head when he moved up far enough until he was tightening his fingers in his hair. Tugging lightly when Shouta came back up to the head pressing a kiss to it then looking up as the droplet of pre-come that had been welling there was smeared away from the little kiss, glistening lightly on those full lips.

He groaned fidgeting as he bucked his hips up when fingers squeezed at him. Then Shouta looked down at his erection when it twitched. As if he had never seen such a thing before when he licked his lips and leaned in opening his open to flatten his tongue against the underside. He licked back up to the head from his position down just a bit above the base and the warmth of his breath on his erection.

And God the heat of his tongue, those hot breaths against him, had him whimpering at the black-haired man. The feeling of his breaths fanning against the head and how those fingers slid upwards, following the path his tongue had taken felt sinfully amazing. He shivered when Shouta pressed an open-mouthed kiss just below the head, giving a playful little suck to it. Shuddering when fingers slid up to swipe across the head.

Rubbing away another little droplet of pre-come that had begun to well there. So good. So unbelievably good. He was fascinated by the sight of his husband pressing those open-mouthed kisses to his erection, fingers sliding and lifting following the path of his licks and kisses But when black lashes fluttered as he looked up at him when he did so? Dark eyes burning up at him as he pressed his lips to his dick?

Oh, it was sexy. He always joked his husband was slutty in nature, an easily desirable and -here recently- the kinkiest he had ever been in all his life worked with that. He said it to get his husband off, always loving how the way his husband squirmed and whined when he was called it. A similar reaction to calling him a "good boy" or even Daddy's Boy. But this was true. It was true true just by looking down at him.

Shouta really did look like a slut. Like he was having the time of his life staring up at him boldly, his open-mouthed kisses leaving wet spots on his erection that fingers rubbed away. How those lips glistened when he kissed the head to smear another droplet of pre-come and from the kisses, he placed seconds after his open-mouthed ones. Black locks hanging around his face, those flushed cheeks.

How his brows were coming together just a bit as if he were focusing on this task alone all were elements to that appearance of his. Fuck, it was hot. It was so unbelievably hot that he felt a shudder snake down his spine as he looked down at his husband, eyes locked onto him. He felt those tickles of heat when Shouta moved back up to the head flattening his tongue against it before closing his mouth around it giving a soft little suck.

He groaned at the licks were delivered so playfully and how that tongue swirled around his head and the tip of it that managed to press against the slit making him jolt with the pleasure it created. Dragging his nails across Shouta's scalp earned him a little moan as the man began sliding downward in response to the light push, he gave; he released a moan himself at those familiar sensations.

How Shouta's tongue licked at the underside, sliding down slowly to that halfway point and pausing right there with the head of his erection barely touching the back of his throat. The ridges along the roof of his mouth and the light scrape of his teeth. The heat, the wetness, and the light suction his husband was providing as he released a soft hum that had him clutching at those dark locks of hair fiercely.

He then saw Shouta's hips wriggle slightly, his mind snapping to attention. That's right. He needed to help Shouta like he said he would and if he was anything, he was a man of his word. He slid his free hand down the length of his husband's back, feeling the muscles tremble and jump from the touch as he leaned forward digging his knees into the mattress, grunting lightly. He reached forward touching the base of the toy that was resting in his husband.

The whimper he got when he tapped against it, nudging it slightly inside him, and he groaned at the little vibration that sound got him as he then took a deep breath; he was strangely nervous at the thought but it had been a few months since their first little fuck up in this challenge. The choking. Shouta hadn't asked for it again, hadn't begged for it, but he knew the man wanted it. He knew Shouta craved it badly.

That the black-haired man craved it just as badly as he craved to yank him in the back seat or indulge in the omorashi again. It wasn't fair his husband was withholding himself from requesting they try it again; he wasn't opposed to it, not now that he had done his research and had taken extensive lengths to talk to professionals online and over the phone about what to do and how to do it right. So, he could do it.

He just needed to approach it. But if there was one thing Shouta had asked for, one thing that wanted, it was a roughness that he had displayed one too many times before. But this time Shouta was asking for him to be rough. And so, he tightened his grip on his husband's hair, took a deep breath, and he gave in to that quiet decision. That itching little urge. Using the grip he had, he shoved his husband down to the base.

And oh, the gag that flew out of Shouta, the hand around the base of his erection was forced away to grab at his thigh while the other flew up from the bed to cling to right thigh. He shuddered at the sensation. Nails bit into his thighs, hands trembling lightly as they squeezed at him yet despite the weak gag he got from that initial first one, he didn't get the taps. They had developed those little signals so he would know when it was too much for Shouta.

A nonverbal pattern for their color system. For their safe word. He felt those fast, huffing breaths against his pelvis and he shivered he pulled at the base of the toy and thrusted it forward pulling a moan out of Shouta; hips jerked backwards when he pulled the toy back then thrusted it forward again. He knew it would be a challenge but he could alternate; he tugged at those black locks lifting Shouta up halfway then shoving him back down.

Listening to another weak gag fly out of the black-haired man and the instinctive swallow had him moaning. The ripple of his throat, the movement of his tongue as he did so, were all amazingly delightful. So fucking good. He yanked his husband's head up and shoved it back down roughly, pulling another moan out of Shouta as nails clawed at his thighs fiercely yet they didn't push away; they didn't slap or tap their nonverbals for their color system.

If anything, the trembling, the jerking of those hips searching for the thrusts that the man no doubt wanted told him Shouta was loving it. Yanking and shoving at Shouta's head, the man moaned around him sending vibrations down his erection each time he shoved his head down and he shuddered as he groaned; faster, faster, he yanked and pushed at his husband's head all while the man clung to his thighs.

Squeezed, clawed, and dug into his skin making it burn. He yanked at the toy, thrusting it into his husband who was moaning shamelessly and the delight In the sound sent shivers down his spine. It was hard to alternate; to focus on slamming the toy into his husband who was eagerly thrusting his hips backwards meeting each thrust and coaxing his husband to move faster in both tasks. To give him the roughness and the harshness he wanted with that blowjob while making sure he was being stimulated as well.

He heard those quiet slurping sound when his husband swallowed, his head bobbing in an attempt to recreate that rough yank and shove he'd been using moments ago. He moaned at the thought that the moment his husband lifted his head it was going to be a sight. Oh, he was going to look wrecked and he knew it. Shouta could swallow all he wanted but he knew the man had to be drooling shamelessly right now, even if he didn't feel it yet dripping onto his own skin.

It was only natural but he still remembered the mortification with their first blowjob together when Shouta had drooled and gotten on his skin. The way he refused to accept it as normal. Now though? Now Shouta didn't seem to care if he drooled but rather tried to keep it at a minimum if he could. Each swallow brought with it that mesmerizing, amazing rippling sensation in his throat as he did so.

And oh, the moans that punctuated with a particularly harsh thrust of the toy had him moaning out loudly over the rather enthusiastic ones leaving his husband. He was sizzling, burning up, and his hands shook lightly in their respective places. The hand in his husband's hair was shaking against his husband's head as he clung to those black locks and the one squeezing the base of the toy was horribly shaking from the pleasure.

Fuck if it wasn't the best thing. It was so good it was almost like it was the first time when he'd been blown away by how a simple little blow job and hand job had felt from Shouta. It damn near had him drooling over it. Pulling backwards, the slick sound of the lube sending shivers down his spine, he adjusted his grip and fussed with the angle just a bit as he then readjusted his grip on Shouta's hair.

It was going to be a punch out, double hit to his husband and he was looking forward to it. The man slid up to the head, suckling at it making him whine softly in the back of his throat when he cracked his eyes open to see those dark eyes locked onto him intently. As if begging him to open them even if he had no recollection of closing them. That confidence, that boldness, sparked up at him and he lunged at the opportunity.

He slammed the dildo forward then shoved Shouta's head back down to the base. And the jerk he got from the man, the muffled wail of both actions had his hips bucking upwards and a gasping, reedy moan flying out of him making the lamp shades of their lamps rattle lightly from it. He wished he had more hands. Had more to reach underneath and just- "Sh-Sho! Touch yourself! F-Fucking jerk yourself off, baby, go ahead!"

The choked sound he got from the black-haired man when he gasped out his words was absolutely beautiful; it was a relieved, wrecked sound as a hand lifted from it's tight hold on his thigh downwards and he ground his hips up against Shouta's mouth pulling a rather ecstatic moan from the man. It cracked, sounding as choked as that previous sound and the vibrations had his toes curling tightly as a groan ripped it's way out of his throat.

So, so good! He threw his head back, focusing on yanking and pushing on Shouta's head, creating that rough rhythm his husband wanted. Felt those tiny huffing pants each time he was pushed to his pelvis and the wild, frantic ones as he slid up just enough to let him breathe before shoving him right back down as he tried to do both at once. To time his hands to lift, thrust, and push at the same time.

It was clumsy, horribly clumsy but he was doing it somewhat successfully. It wasn't using his fingers; it was a bit more of a challenge however he was doing it! He was figuring it out and from those groans leaving his husband, he was doing it good. No doubt hitting his husband's prostate judging by those jerks and jolts, the wild moans that vibrated down his erection from the man and it had his eyes squeezing shut again.

Gritting his teeth, he lifted his head letting it roll forward, forcing his eyes open to watch his husband. He promised, after all. His hair slithered over his shoulders as he clutched at the black locks, shoving and pulling in time with his thrusts as he moaned at the suction Shouta was beginning to use. It was- man, he'd have to give a chocolate to Nemuri. Ask her to tell him if it worked. Because his mind was whispering, telling him, that it was working.

He was burning up, he was desperate and his orgasm was already tightening his stomach with those teasing waves crested and fell. Up and down, up and down. If it was indeed a placebo effect it was a damn good one. He panted raggedly, each breath scraping and drying out his throat until he wanted nothing more than to get something to just wet his throat a bit but that meant walking away from this.

It meant pulling Shouta off and walking away from the scene that was burning hotter with each passing second. He couldn't. He didn't think physically, mentally or emotionally he was strong enough to stop in order to soothe one little part of him. Hips were jerking backwards to meet the thrusts of the toy, the eager little whimpers peppering in between those enthusiastic moans, and the little squirms he saw in between each backwards swing of those hips was amazing.

Mesmerizing. The moans flying out of Shouta were growing higher, coming closer with huffs of air flying out of him desperately and he felt a tiny stab of concern. Something that would burst to life the second he thought something was wrong. He knew Shouta would tap if he was in distress but he couldn't shake the worry; after all, look what happened when they dabbled with choking before.

The man hadn't stopped him, had let himself get desperate for air and dizzy to the point of nearly fainting in front of the bed. All before they even got on the bed for him to choke with his hand; all for his husband to faint because he didn't stop it and he failed to notice. His fuck up. He could still hear those rasping, gasping breaths his husband had taken. All because he failed to take the right precautions.

He cracked his eyes open when he looked down at his husband who was staring up at him with a watery sheen to those dark eyes. He huffed wildly for air each time he came up only for it to choke off when he shoved the man down. Saw that shoulder positively bouncing with the fast strokes. He didn't know who was going to tip first; himself or Shouta. The man was getting three different types of stimulations at once.

Three very common areas being stimulated at once would tip anyone over. He was only receiving one stimulating thing yet it was making him melt. He couldn't imagine three at once. It was coiling tightly in his stomach as he gave in to the urge and began snapping his hips up when he shoved Shouta down. A rather loud, enthusiastically ecstatic moan from his husband rang as the man squirmed on his knees.

Nails dug into his skin painfully yet he wasn't going to tell him to stop. Not when he knew Shouta quite possibly was in the best possible state right that second. It was only when Shouta began hollowing his cheeks, swallowing rapidly when he was shoved to the base that he felt it. The tingling racing through him, the pressure that was now flying nowhere but up. No longer those cresting waves from moments ago.

This built, burned, and ached through him as his thighs trembled lightly. Each breath fed into a moan that tore through pitches wildly as he thrusted the toy into Shouta quickly, angling and wriggling until he was sure it was hitting the man's prostate if those jolts and jerked from Shouta said anything. The moans were pouring out of Shouta who was twitching, the muscles in his back tensing, and the little squirms he saw.

Heat bursting down his spine as just knew those thighs just had to be fidgeting as they tensed until they trembled. He was right there, he knew it, and it would only take a little bit more. He moved his hands faster, faster, faster as he slammed the toy into Shouta a touch clumsily while he shoved his husband's head down roughly to the base again and again, hardly leaving Shouta time to take a proper breath.

He shivered when those moans began cresting as high as they possibly could go for his husband and especially with something in his mouth. The vibrations had his toes curling tightly, his thighs tensing up and it took one harsh swallow for his husband to tip him over. He yanked Shouta up quickly, the man wailing out as he shoved the toy in roughly and he could hardly focus on that delightful sound as his orgasm snapped.

He tensed up through that snapping release, muscles twitching and clenching as he trembled from the stiffness as the orgasm took it's sweet time rushing through him as hie eyes rolled back behind shut lids that squeezed tightly shut and he wailed out as his husband gasped frantically below him the second he was yanked off that fed into a wild moan of his own. He gasped in a breath the second the heat, the trembling tightness abated, he heaved in a breath.

So fervently, so desperately did he heave in his breaths that his chest ached from the force of his inward breath; his lungs tight, aching with each gasp. And yet he knew it was nothing compared to the frantic breaths beneath him He panted as he began pulling the toy out of his husband with a slick noise that had his husband whimpering at him, the noise cracking lightly in his throat. He shivered at it.

It was mesmerizing the way those hips jerked as if to keep him from pulling the dildo out and he opened his eyes lazily looking down at his husband only to feel a stab of panic. A rush of guilt. While he had refused to come in Shouta's mouth again after their first romp with the sixty-nine position, he had sworn he wouldn't do it again and that had gone with facials; Shouta never cared for those and he knew that after one moment of young excitement.

He had yanked his husband off before his orgasm had truly snapped over him yet he hadn't thought once of where it would end up once he got Shouta off. He'd- God, he was awful. How did he not think? He hadn't come all over Shouta's face but a spurt had hit his cheek and rolled lazily down his flushed cheek, a majority on his throat but it didn't matter because it was on his face. He didn't know what felt worse.

That he was guilty for doing that, for not thinking, or how his brain insisted it was fucking hot just to see even a little bit on that scarlet cheek of his. It was horrible of him not to think, to do it without processing, but at the same time there wasn't a flicker of anger in those dark eyes. No, there was something else. Something that was clawing to the surface as he gathered enough air to speak- to say something.

"Shouta, I-I am so sor-!"

His words didn't have a chance on coming out when Shouta was jerking up onto his knees, hands reaching out shoving at him until he was flat on his back and the man was crawling over him. Straddling his waist, lips crashed down on his fiercely robbing him of breath, of the words he was trying to say but those full lips devoured every bit of his attention. Commanded him to forget for a moment.

How hungrily, lustfully they moved in that kiss that he wondered if the aphrodisiac truly was working for Shouta more than it was working from his when Shouta pulled back gasping a rather wild breath and dark eyes positively burned at him. "Again."

Again? Not anger? Not irritation? Shouta wanted-? He shivered when those lips came down on his again in that hungry, lustful manner that had heat positively ripping underneath his skin with a renewed vitality; like he had just had gasoline thrown onto him. He was relit. He groaned when he rolled pinning the man underneath him, a leg coming up to curl around his waist as he kissed the man. He then pulled away, breaking the kiss again as Shouta's hands slid along his shoulders clawing at them idly.

"I'm- A-Are you sure you're not mad? I came-"

"Don't care! It's fine, Zashi! Just fuck me, alright? Until I say to stop and until I've had enough! Fuck me, touch me, kiss me until I can't take it anymore, alright? I want you to do everything to me until I feel I can't even think about sex for weeks! Yo-You can cum all over me for all I fucking care! So don't w-worry about it and focus on fucking me into this bed until we can't move tomorrow! Fu-Fuck me again and again tonight, as many times as you want!"

How can he say no to another request like that? He groaned leaning down covering Shouta's lips with his own as hands gripped fiercely at him, a hand sliding up into his hair twisting the locks fiercely around fingers. He shivered at the little spark of pain against his scalp as he twisted himself down against Shouta. He'd make it up to him. He swore he would make up for it and apologize properly in a few minutes.

When the heat abated, when he could think, and when he could focus on anything but the desire ripping through his veins that told him to give in for a little longer. To lose himself in the heat that was being shared between them. He was sure it couldn't last much longer. There's no way it could last much longer for a placebo effect. Either way, for now, the only thing that mattered was Shouta.

The man who was eating up his whole world with a few words and by pressing his lips fiercely to his own with that lust that was ripping into him and nails that clawed at his skin. Once more, and then he would focus on his words. One more time to soothe the heat that was devouring every little bit of him. Surely, Shouta would accept it later, wouldn't he? Given the man he got as fingers pushed on his head, pressing his lips harder to those full ones, he would just have to assume so. He had too.