Fifty Shades of EraserMic

by CrypticBeans

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

40. Clamp It On!

Shouta was sure that his husband was a demon. An evil, wicked thing sent from Hell itself to torment him every waking moment he was alive. Hizashi was an actual menace. Not on society, but on him exclusively. The morning after their adventures with the aphrodisiac, Hizashi surprisingly told him he couldn't do it for a while. He had winced, limped and wobbled to the bathroom dragging him along where they stood in the shower on trembling legs.

Then they washed, scrubbed and cleaned one another off as he tried to bite back to zings of overstimulation when his husband helped clean his lower half. Even he could hardly stand it. He'd honestly, in his right mind, been surprised his husband called another white flag. Had asked for a break in his hoarse, cracking voice quietly over their cups of coffee at the dining room table with a more in-depth explanation.

While it had been absolutely thrilling, exciting and such a blur, that the blonde needed a break. That they needed to step back and take a breather for a bit. And he understood that. He understood it perfectly. He didn't think he could handle sex for a while either after a night like that. A night that he remembered bits and pieces of. He hadn't been that drunk to completely black out so those bits and pieces he remembered?

Oh, they flooded him with embarrassment when he thought of it. Thought of the hands and nails that clawed, grabbed and clung tighter; how desperately he had squirmed and writhed against Hizashi. Could still hear his own voice growing higher, straining wildly that his memory happily provided. The snippets of what he'd said during those moments had him blushing. It was a night he loved yet embarrassed him.

How shamelessly he had been begging for more and more even when his body begged him to stop. Waking his husband up in the middle of the night for more when he knew he shouldn't. How he'd whimpered and begged, pleaded and wailed for Hizashi. That was truly embarrassing yet his husband assured him it wasn't. It took much convincing from Hizashi for half of that embarrassment to go away; even if Hizashi's own cheeks flushed when he talked about it.

Marvling at his husband going red when he thought about it, being quiet for too long, and yet he knew the blonde wasn't as embarrassed about it. In fact, the blonde cheerfully admitted it was amazing to think about. And so, once that flag was thrown, Shouta happily threw himself into what a domesticated life could provide him. Taking care of their cats, taking care of Eri and looking up new hairstyles that she had been taught by Hado or had seen online.

Hizashi would take her out to expand on her wardrobe happily during the afternoons he trained with Hitoshi. Given there was no school meaning no papers to grade, no essays to read, Shouta was content to curl on the couch with Hizashi watching show after show, movie after movie until Eri came barging in with movie choices of her own to watch. To which they happily indulged in until her bedtime.

Rinse, wash, repeat. He was honestly content. Truly and completely content. He went out on lunch dates with Hizashi, took Eri out for breakfast and even had many a playdate set up for the girl in the afternoons much to her delight. Meanwhile Denki seemed to be making his appearance more often around the house than he did during the school year. He'd hemmed and hawed over that little tidbit only for Hizashi to assure him nothing would happen.

And nothing did. As far as he knew. The teens contented to playing on a game system in either Hitoshi's room or the living room, eating snack after snack only to rush out to join their friends. While he complained to Hizashi about the teens eating everything, the blonde had assured him all was fine. And it was. He was happy, content and loved twisting up with his husband each night with the chill of the air conditioner leaving his cheeks and nose chilled.

Meanwhile the rest of him was warm beneath the blanket from his and Hizashi's combined warmth gathering beneath it. When one week had passed by, he hadn't blinked once. Then, at the start of the second week the dreams began. He wasn't a stranger to wet dreams, Hizashi claiming to have seen him in countless and he had seen his husband in the midst of one multiple times but these ones?

Oh, they felt so real that by the time he woke from them at the peak of one, so close, so close did his orgasm twist in him only to find it wasn't real. Leaving him flushed and breathless with his husband snoring next to him as arms tightened around him. It was awful. Especially when his husband's meaningless, sweet actions became more to his frazzled mind. When he ran home after a waxing session with Nemuri, flashing off his smooth legs and armpits delightedly had been nothing.

However, walking in after putting Eri to bed to find his husband sitting on the bed, rubbing lotion up and down his legs as he hummed? It was a sight to see. Every little thing became too much; hands on his waist, his thighs, his shoulders or back excited him so easily. The sight of his husband wearing that casual, soft and subtle makeup colors had his heart in his throat more than once. Even the lingerie sets he had taken to wearing to bed were tantalizing.

Especially with how the airy fabric swished and fluttered along his thighs when he climbed into bed. How sometimes when he climbed up or bent over, he got the flashing sight of panties from the blonde while rushing around the room before settling in for the night was tempting. How Hizashi would climb into his lap, wriggling and rolling his hips as if to find a good place to settle in when they binge watched their shows and movies on Netflix.

When the blonde got out of the shower, had finished blow-drying his hair and ruffled his hands through it making the locks bounce and sway against his back. How he would look over curiously then grin at him delightedly as he did so before they went to bed. It was all far too much for him to handle. But he didn't know how to vocalize that want, that need, that was beginning to twist his insides apart.

Because Hizashi hadn't let a single thing slip about the same happening for him. He was as bubbly, cheerful and affectionate as he was any other day of the year that Shouta felt alone in the feeling. It was only when he was staring at the blonde as he snored next to him, clutching him closer, that it seemed as if not a single thing was impacting the man. It was honestly driving him crazy.

He wanted to say something but didn't. He wanted to let him know but felt he can't. That he would be pressing his needs on Hizashi who seemed happily content with their casual, low energy days. He knew realistically that the blonde wouldn't be upset; he wouldn't even be angry he kept it to himself this long, now on their third week, but what if he wasn't in the mood? What if the blonde was happy without the sex for the time being?

So, he kept his mouth shut. He resorted to masturbation quite a few times, hoping he was going unnoticed and yet those eyes leveled on him the morning after had him paranoid his husband knew what he was doing on his bathroom trips. When he came back feeling far more breathless and flushed than he had been when he woke from his dream. In fact, he had decided he needed a game plan.

An idea in play for when he did go to Hizashi. He stood in front of their closet, reaching down in the back corner while the blonde happily sang in the bathroom with wild, bouncing pitches that rose and fell rather adorably. He always did find it to also be strangely attractive to hear his husband going from a normal talking volume to a shouting one the next instant only for it to drop to a mumble.

Given Hizashi couldn't hear himself with the hearing aids out, it was understandable. Snatching up the little box, he dragged his teeth over his lip slowly then biting down as he then reached a hand up to scratch up at the scar beneath his eye lightly. He wanted to have something in mind, something easy, to launch them straight into picking things up again. When he had the courage to say something to his husband.

When he could choke it out what he wanted. He knew the last time Hizashi had even been in the top drawer had been the night of the aphrodisiac and as far as he noticed, it was just him going into the drawer. He turned on his feet towards the bedside table, walking over then tugging the drawer open and finding the scissors easily. He used the blades to slice through the tape, opening the flaps up he pulled out the two large green plastic bags that acted to keep it safe.

Or was it a new design of bubble wrap? Ahh, he didn't know! It didn't matter anyways. Not when he was reaching to grab the slim box within with the very things, he'd bought a week ago. Nipple clamps. He'd heard of them before, had seen them in quite a few videos in his youth when he needed them, and he had always been curious about the whole topic itself. He had never breathed a word of it to his husband, never mentioned them.

He wanted to mention them but how did he go about it? He felt nervous about it when his husband was so happy going about their day to day life. However, he had always stated that whether it was on his own or with Hizashi that he was willing to give everything a try at least once. To see if he would like it. And nipple clamps, this time round, was that try. He had Hizashi squeeze, bite, twist and tug on his nipples before but they were always in the moment.

Something that didn't last very long when it was done. A clamp meant it would be on the entire time; it would be a constant, tight squeeze on him and it would be unrelenting. A shiver rolled down his back at the idea of that. He dropped the box to the floor quietly, knowing he'd end up keeping it in the room for the cats to hop and play with, and turned his attention to getting the little box open.

Using his nails to pick at the round tape holding it shut, he scratched it off successfully. He opened the top flap then reached in the grab the plastic setting they were placed within. He was in awe at how vivid the red was. He had gone for a simplistic design, something that didn't look overly gaudy or mortifying to put on. They honestly reminded him of tiny pliers with little screws on the sides to tighten.

The tips were red vinyl, with the left side of the handles being red as well while dangling from a chain from the right side were tiny red heart shaped locks that were no bigger than a dime. They were tiny, delicate in appearance but not overbearing to look at. In fact, he liked them. They could be thought of as cute. He slid his fingers into the little place holders they rested in, the noise from the plastic absolutely awful.

However, since he was the only one who heard it then why did he care? He worked the first clamp out, the little lock jingling on the end quietly on its chain from the rough pull and he tucked it into his palm when he began working on digging the second one out. He had read a few articles about nipple clamps, had even read over one article that was titled to be a beginner's guide, and he had gathered written down anything he thought would be helpful for the clamps.

Looking at the clamps, however, they seemed innocent when he dug out the second one and laid it in his palm awkwardly next to the other. The locks clicked together when he shifted his hand, staring down at the little clamps curiously and he reached up touching the little screw on the sides; they had the texture of a lighter wheel. Little grooves on it to make it easier to grab, no doubt. He was in awe of these little things.

Things people often went crazy over. Enjoyed. He wondered if he would also be one of those people who would love them. While he had never been shy about the idea, even enjoyed having Hizashi play with his nipples, but that was just that; play. It wasn't a clamp that would be fussed and tightened depending on how he felt. He hummed softly, turning to begin walking to the dresser when the bathroom door swung open.

Shoving his hands behind his back the blonde stepped into view looking over to him with that all too familiar smile as he fussed with his hearing aids, sliding them into his ear then nudging them lightly. He was aware he was gawking already. Awed just like he had been seconds ago with the clamps in his hand. His skin still looked damp, a droplet rolling down past his navel towards his waist only to be absorbed by the towel wrapped around it.

It was wrapped tightly, snuggling fitting to his waist as his hands slid backwards to the blonde locks once the hearing aids were in. His smile was bright, looking for all the world like someone had just refreshed him. Even his blow-dried hair, hanging in a straight curtain down his back, seemed to glow from the wash much like his softly tanned skin. It was truly a sight to see. One that had his stomach clenching with that longing.

Just one touch. That's all I want. To touch and be touched. Just one touch, one, one, one and I'll be happy. Just one.

"That was nice! I didn't realize how much of a shower I really needed until now!" The blonde happily chirped at him ripping him from his thoughts. And then Hizashi cocked his head looking at his very obviously hidden hand; eyes flicking over him as his glasses seemed to slip down his nose before they were shoved back up. "What's up?"

"Nothing." He replied as flatly as he could, strangling the urge to yelp the word out down successfully as he squeezed the clamps in his hand; it would take some finessing, some stealth work to get them in the drawer.

But those eyes were locked on him intently; curiosity flaring in them. He was screwed. He knew he was screwed when his husband's hands scratched lightly at his scalp before dropping down from the messy locks to his hips; a pout forming on his lips, lashes lowering and brows arching at him. Expectant. "Are you ready for bed? I already had a shower when I came in earlier so I'm fine. Is there a movie you want to watch? A show? I was thinking-"

"Shouta Aizawa." Oh. He froze instinctively even if he hadn't moved an inch as he tensed up when Hizashi narrowed his eyes at him, the pout intensifying as he then stepped away from the doorway with his hands on his hips still. It was a look reminiscent to the one that night weeks ago.

"Y-Yes? What? Do you want to do something else?

Oh, that look. It was just like that night with their aphrodisiac adventure. When he'd taken that gulp of wine in the kitchen. That pout, the way his husband had crossed his arms and how a hip cocked out with his stance. It was amazingly similar. Only this time they were in the bedroom. This time here was no aphrodisiac tearing its way through their systems. There was no wine in his system making his head feel a touch fuzzy.

They were both stone cold sober. And the look was making heat flicker through him the longer it was leveled on him with that approach. The curious, no-nonsense look to those green eyes as they flicked over him. Like a cat eyeing up a much bigger predator. Or maybe even searching for a sign of weakness in it's prey. Waiting. Watching. Calculating every little bit of the situation. And fuck, it made him burn.

That longing ripped into him with that undercurrent of arousal. He fought a shiver as he swallowed when his husband's eyes narrowed him, slitting into a dangerous, suspicious look he knew all too well. One that meant if he didn't fess up now, Hizashi would rip it out of him. "What do you have behind your back? What are you hiding from me?"

"I don't- It's nothing." He got out in a cracked voice as he instinctively backed up as Hizashi turned the corner around the bed, heat beginning to rush up to his cheeks to burn in a guilty flush; he wasn't fooling either of them.

He couldn't even see himself and he knew his lie was very unconvincing with the blush in his cheeks, the way his voice had cracked and he'd stuttered over his words. He was never good at lying to Hizashi on the spot. Squeezing the clamps tightly in his hand, the little handles dug into his palms and fingers, praying to keep them tight enough the locks didn't jiggle or click together. He knew it was hopeless to get them in the drawer now that Hizashi had narrowed his gaze on him.

There would be no chance of getting them in the drawer unnoticed. Not a single one. His husband would fly after him, rip open the drawer before he could lock it or he would fight him for the key to see what he had. And then Hizashi raised his brows at him. "Bullshit."

"Really! I-I don't have anything. I-I'm not hiding anything."

"You are! Shouta, honey, you may be good at lying to others but you're not the best at lying to me. So, why don't you tell me what you're hiding? Why don't you tell me why you've been so restless the past couple of days, huh? Tell me, baby, I don't care what it is but don't hide things from me. Show me, Shouta, what you have behind your back. Please?"

Oh, so he was changing it up now? Shivers. He could utterly melt at the sound of his voice. The way that tone was pleading yet firm. Coaxing yet demanding. How he achieved that, Shouta had no clue, and yet he was backing up quickly as his husband stalked forward after him; he looked like a demon intent on delivering punishment. An angel coming for retribution. His heart hammered against his chest quickly at the realization.

Knowing that very soon, he would have nowhere to go. The doors were behind him, the closet next to it, and unless he could get around him to the bathroom to lock himself inside then there was no chance. But there was no need for him to be so guilty. To feel so strangely protective over these little things. The clamps weren't even a big deal; there was nothing he had to be embarrassed about.

And yet it was that very same urge, that same voice telling him he would be forcing something upon his husband. That thought alone had him squeezing his hand tighter. Anything to keep from dropping them. He couldn't' understand it, couldn't wrap his brain around why he was being so defensive. Why he couldn't just be upfront yet about it. It was like when his mother had found her magazine.

Found the other magazines. Snooped on his phone for his search history and confronted him until her face was red. Until his face was red. Her shrieking about it while he'd denied, denied, denied having any knowledge about any of it. Only this time, it wasn't his mother. This time it was his husband, the blonde stalking him like a predator, waiting for him to admit it. A man who would pounce and lunge to find out what he had.

"I'm not hiding anything."

"Oh, so you're just going to parrot yourself? You know I could just-!"

The blonde cut off lunging around the bed towards him, giving him seconds to throw himself backwards only to have his husband throw himself forward in a mess of stumbling feet as he rushed at him and somehow he twisted himself around at his husband's next lunge to be in direct path of the bathroom. He could do it. Run to the bathroom, hide the clamps. It would be easy. He tripped over his feet, falling to the floor with a thud.

Pain shrieking up his hip to his lower back, his elbow throbbing from the impact yet he couldn't afford to be still. He didn't know why he was trying so hard to hide it. Why? Why was he trying so hard? He swallowed a shriek when Hizashi rushed forward as he crawled backwards. He kept his hand in a tight fist keeping the clamps securely to his palm even if they were biting into it unpleasantly.

Even if his fingers beginning to ache lightly from the tight squeeze. Tight, tight, tight he clenched them. Unwilling to open his hand. It was confusing how his brain shrieked at him; one side insisting he kept them hidden while the other demanded he show him. That it was nothing to be ashamed of.

That he wasn't forcing or demanding anything of Hizashi. There was a simple explanation and yet he was acting no better than his teenage self with his mother found the porn. No better. "Zashi, no! It's nothing!"

He yelped his words at the blonde, fighting to keep it from the panicked shriek clawing at his throat when the man dropped down on top of him. Acting for all the world like a guilty man as Hizashi settled his weight down on him. Pinning his lower half to the floor with a force he didn't realize Hizashi had given the half lounging position and yet he bucked, trying to keep his arm stretched to keep his hand away from the blonde.

Why was he fighting so hard? Why was he denying it still? He wasn't- It couldn't be-? When those freshly painted black nailed hand reached towards his own, he knew he had two options; let Hizashi pry his hand open finger by finger or he could just admit what he bought. And the sight of his husband smiling down at him, the victorious and determined look glittering in his eyes and the light flush to his skin from his shower.

The soft pink splotches on his cheeks, reaching for his hand easily enough as his hair slithered over his shoulders was distracting. Impossibly, utterly distracting. And he had to do something. Hizashi would rip his hand open and find them. Wouldn't it be easier to just admit it now? Why was he still hiding it? Why was his brain insisting he was forcing something when nothing was guarantied to happen?

Now or never. Say it now, now, now before he-!

"Ni-Nipple clamps!"

All movement stopped. Hizashi hovered above him, the hand on his wrist had been sliding up to pry his fingers open like he thought they would, froze there. Eyes widened at him, the blonde's jaw dropping as a brief look on confusion flickered over his face as he stared down at him. Then the curiosity began glittering at him. Shifting, wriggling against him the blonde reached up tugging his hand towards them and flipping it over sliding his fingers over his own to open them up.

He opened his fingers, feeling his face burn when the blonde's lashes fluttered with a fast blink, those wide green eyes locked on the red clamps. Hizashi plucked them out of his palm to stare at them with a look of curious delight to his face; the hearts swung lightly from their dangled positions, eyes flicking down to them before twisting and flipping the clamps around in his hands. Silence.

He wasn't saying a thing and God if he didn't look so absolutely pretty right then. Distracting. The blonde hair, the pink blush on his cheeks, his wide eyes and the way his mouth was open just a bit with the curiosity and how his nipple piercings caught the light that winked down at him. As if they had been polished from the water and soap. His towel that seemed to be clinging on to his hips by a mere miracle.

How had it stayed on? A towel wrapped around a waist was something that would fall if he didn't adjust it, his happy trail that disappeared beneath that towel. How it hadn't fallen off in the run, the struggle, he had no clue. Not a clue when his mind focused happily on that weight on him was amazingly pleasant as it kept him pressed down to the floor. Kept him from crawling away. He was mortified, however, by the interested twitch his dick gave.

His eyes flying down as if a look alone would stop it when they flicked up to find another little look of surprise on Hizashi's face as those eyes remained wide on his. His face was uncomfortably hot as he stared up at the blonde trying to think of anything to say but the words wouldn't come to him; they remained low in his throat, unreachable as his lips trembled wordlessly. And then, then, then, those hips moved.

A wriggle at first, curious when he shivered at the sensation and he swallowed a little sound when his dick gave that traitorous twitch that made heat flood those green eyes. A decision. His breath hitched when Hizashi began rolling down against him making him jolt as eyes remained locked on his face, an intensity to them as he twitched looking down at the low, leisurely movement then up with fingers brushed down the length of his cheek lightly.

His own eyes felt wide, his lips parted still as the blonde then leaned towards him with a burning look in those green eyes as he ground down against him earning a few rapid twitches of his dick beneath the blonde. He didn't know what to say. What could he say? Tell him to stop when this is what he wanted? Tell him to get off when he's been dreaming of the weight on him? For Hizashi to hover over him like that?

He could be a gentleman, however. Insist the blonde get off. Insist upon him that it didn't need to happen. If Hizashi wasn't in the mood, then it was fine. Oh, but the burning heat in those eyes and the way those hips were rolling, grinding down against him spoke volumes of intent. The way those lips parted as he leaned down towards him and the clamps abandoned on the floor next to them all said one thing.

One thing. One little action told him exactly what Hizashi was going to do. Eager, perhaps even a bit desperately, he leaned up onto his left arm, his hand lifting up to cup the back of Hizashi's head pulling him down. The blonde moved in while he tipped his face up and lips covered his own after those final inches were bridged. He happily kissed the blonde, lips moving firmly and delightedly against his own.

A tiny noise broke out of him when a hand slid along his shoulder to grasp the nape of his neck lightly as if to keep him from pulling away prematurely yet he had no intentions of that. None. In fact, he pressed lightly against the back of Hizashi's head as he kissed the blonde enthusiastically, a touch urgently and the blonde threw those emotions right back at him through the kiss. Lips moved faster, pressed harder against his own.

There was a sense of urgency from Hizashi that echoed his own. A quiet little desperation. The warmth that still radiated from his hot shower, the soft and silky feel of those golden locks beneath his fingers, the slender fingers kneading lightly at the back of his neck softly. The way those hips were rolling so wickedly down against him had his own hips twitching upwards grinding in time with Hizashi's as lips attacked his own so ferociously.

It was as if he had been gone for weeks. As if they hadn't been sleeping next to one another. Hadn't been touching, kissing, and squeezing closer to one another. It was amazing. God help him if he wasn't delighting in that firm, hard press of those lips on his own. The hand on the nape of his neck. It made his stomach clench and twist with the longing that made his breath shake. Fed into the lust that clawed up underneath his skin.

Happily refusing to abate now that the door was open. Now that he knew exactly what his husband could possibly want from him. He felt similar, trembling breaths against his cheek as he listened to the familiar sound of their lips sliding and smacking together fervently. Urgently. He heard a quiet, breathless little moan leave Hizashi that sent a wave of heat under his skin prompting him to echo it. Losing it. He was losing his control but he didn't care.

Couldn't care when that heat flickered underneath his skin deliciously. When his stomach squeezing hopefully as his heart pounded furiously against his chest when the blonde released a soft, quiet sound into the kiss when he slid his hand down from the back of his head towards his freckled shoulders. Down to his chest where he brushed his fingers across a nipple earning him a sharp breath as those lips pressed hard to his own.

Molding and shaping themselves to his own as they kissed him to his very core. Fast, deeply, and hard. As if the blonde wanted to devour him. He slid his thumb across the pierced nub, delighting in clicking his thumb nail off of a ball to which the blonde squeezed the nape of his neck softly and his hips ground down fiercely against him pulling a moan out of him. The shivers, the tingles, it sent radiating through him had him squirming.

Giddily delighting in the reaction he got when pinched Hizashi's nipple lightly earning him a soft whimper from the blonde and the man pulled back with a sharp breath. He pressed his lips to his rapidly, in fast little kisses and he happily returned those pecking kisses that came down again and again before they trailed to his cheek, to his jaw. "Fuck, Sho, what took you so long?"

"Wh-What do you mean? They're just nipple clamps!"

He shivered at the words breathed against his cheek, his breath warm against the heat of it, and those hips seemed intent on driving him crazy; grinding, rolling, and sliding against his own the blonde seemed incapable of staying still a second longer. Finally, the blonde's right hand came up plucking at his shirt as his lips made their way backwards. Twitching at the tingles racing from the warm breath on his ear when teeth nipped at the shell of it.

Amazing how a few piercings in his earlobe could make his ear a touch more sensitive. Or maybe because they were healing? He had no clue. Now that he thought about it, the same went for his left hip. He blinked then when Hizashi chuckled when he hovered above him again. "Shouta! It's not just the nipple clamps! Fuck, I've been waiting for you to say something, baby! Though I should blame myself quite a bit since I didn't speak up sooner!"

"I-I didn't want to make- Mm! Didn't wanna ruin the v- Ah!"

"Mmm, you're not ruining anything, Shouta! I was going to bring it up tonight but you just had to go and do something so fucking adorable and hot that it sped it up!"

What? He pulled back when the blonde laughed lightly at the expression on his face and fingers brushed over his cheek bone gently before the palm of it pressed to his hot cheek. Affection, heat, they both warred for their place in that gaze and he was in awe of it when Hizashi smiled. "A-Adorable? How is it adorable?"

"Baby, do you have any idea how guilty you were acting? How guilty you looked standing there with your hand behind your back with your face getting redder by the minute? It was so cute! It was adorable! Just like-!"

"If you bring up my mother one more time during something like this, even as a reference, I will happily choke you, Hizashi." A giggle flew out of the blonde, high and manic in it's sound as the heat blazed in his eyes. Shivers. "N-Now what do you mean you've been waiting for me to say something? That you've been wanting to say something?"

"Oh, Shouta, baby, I've been wanting to pick things up since last week! But you were so cute, so happy, I didn't want to throw you off by saying I was just a little horny. But, judging by this-" He groaned when hips ground down and that smile deepened into a grin when he shuddered. "I can say you're right there with me, huh? I shoulda spoken up sooner!"

"I-I should've said something, I didn't- Nnn! I wanted to but I didn't-! I th-thought you were happy not d-doing anything!" Oh, how hard it was focusing on the words as those hips ground down fiercely against him, rolling now in tight little circles that had his blood burning.

Even the way those lips parted with quiet breaths leaving his husband, the way his lashes lowered behind his glasses, the blush that was smothering itself with a redder hue than its initial pink was tantalizing. Beautiful. He'd like to curse that he ever fell for perhaps one of the brightest, loudest people in their class but God he didn't regret it one bit. Hizashi was beautiful inside and out, but the image above him now? Those hips that ground down? Amazing!

"I was going to bring it up but I just didn't know when too!"

"I guess we're both just idiots, huh?"

He shivered when the blonde reached down tracing his fingers along the edge of his towel, a little tease that he watched eagerly when the blonde then shifted and released the nape of his neck in favor of standing up making him whimper up at the blonde who scooped up the clamps. He smirked down at him, the sight of it making his heart positively pound against his chest. Made every single part of him tingle from head to toe as the heat clawed up underneath his skin.

Oh, that was a look he loved. That wicked, devilish smirk curling over Hizashi's lips so widely it was reflected in his eyes; the image of a man excited by the oppurtunity to drive him mad. Drive him crazy. And holy shit if it wasn't working. He felt breathless under that gaze. A gaze that looked as if Hizashi would eat him alive if he was given the chance and fuck if he didn't want it. He wanted this man to devour him head to toe.

Exactly what he wanted to do with Hizashi. He wanted to touch that softly tanned skin from the sun, to feel the warmth and softness beneath his hands. Attack it with his lips and teeth, claw at it viciously, and listen to the sound of it smacking sharply against his own. He wanted to praise him and devour him all in one go. He wanted those hands on him anyway they possibly could be. Wanted lips on his until he was positively drunk off of the blonde.

He jerked when Hizashi stood up then making him look up instinctively as the man smirked down at him. "C'mon! Unless you want me to fuck you on the floor, get up, baby! I have no problems with that but I know you have back problems that act up and fucking on a floor might not be the thing you need right now. Didn't you say earlier it was bothering you a bit?"

"No need to make me sound old, Zashi. I'm far from having problems a man like Yagi's age would have. It's just a muscle thing!" He replied huffily taking his husband's outstretched hand, ignoring the sight of his erection pressing against the pink fabric of his sweatpants as he was heaved up onto his feet.

The blonde laughed happily, releasing his hand as he knew without a doubt he was pouting, Jutting his bottom lip out just a bit. The blonde smirked widely at him with a wicked glint to his eyes as the man then spun on his heel towards their bedside table, placing the clamps down on the bottom of the bed as he walked. "You're entering your early thirties, Sho, I'd say that you're getting old, baby! Now let's get this show on the road!

"You're older than me! So what does that make you, Zashi?" The wide, playful smirk he got from the blonde when he peered over his shoulder had his heart fluttering wildly against his chest." And besides, you didn't give any hints you were feeling that way!"

"It's called being subtle, baby! I didn't want you to think I expected anything of you!" The blonde placed their wipes down on the table, turning to him after pushing the drawer shut with his knee to hold up the familiar sight of their condoms and lube before happily trotting around the bed and the warmth in his eyes melted him to his core.

"Being subtle. huh? Subtle about what?"

"About all of it! Because you don't owe me anything, Shouta. If you want sex, if I want sex, then we come together and talk about it! I won't make you feel like you're forced to have it with me! I didn't know you were really feel that way but I had the suspicion it was getting there by how restless you've been. But to think you bought nipple clamps! Oh, baby, you're going to love'em! I know it!"

"Mmm, who knows. I might and I might not." He mumbled when lips pressed to his cheek, the lube and condoms were placed down next to the clamps when the blonde's lips crawled down his cheek to his jaw softly placing fluttering kisses to his chin making him twist closer to the blonde as arms slid around his waist.

He reached down to touch the towel that was indeed hanging on by a thread it seemed as it was unraveling slowly, slipping down revealing more of his husband's hips. Oh, that was tempting. Hizashi was playing dirty. He knew exactly what letting that towel droop like that was doing to him and he was delighting in it. He could see that wicked delight in his eyes at the knowledge of doing such a thing. The blonde hummed softly when he let his fingers rest on the towel.

"Why don't you take it off?"

"Only if you take these off!"

Hizashi then tugged at his sweat pants lightly, letting the waistline snap back against his skin making him chuckle softly at the playful glimmer in those green eyes. They truly were idiots. He could agree with that statement perfectly. After all, it had taken them a year and a half to even confess to one another and having danced around it for that long was ridiculous. He can't imagine pining longer. He'd have ripped his hair out.

Lips attacked his cheek, nipping at his jaw and moving back to bite gently at the shell of his ear softly, the warmth of his breath against his earlobe occasionally sent shivers down his spine as he reached down hooking his thumbs into his sweatpants. "Want me to get you ready, baby?"

"Yes!"

He didn't need it. He really didn't need to be prepared as he had used the toy that afternoon when his husband ran out to the store, a little way to get some stress out of him. Oh but God help him, he wanted those fingers thrusting into him. To feel them scissoring out. It had been a while since they had, a very long while as they relied on plugs here lately, but there was nothing more that he loved than how Hizashi got him ready.

The blonde smiled then as he stepped away allowing him to get his sweatpants and boxers down to his ankles, then off to the side where he would inevitably put them back on in the morning. The sweats, at least. When he straightened up his face burned with a fresh blush to find Hizashi kneeling at the edge of the bed, his towel having been discarded and the smile aimed up at him was bright, cheerful.

Like there was nothing odd about it. He knew exactly what the position promised; knew it so well it nearly sizzled him to ash but he coudln't stop himself from speaking in a stuttering, breathless tone. "Wh-What are you doing?"

"Oh, what am I doing?" Hizashi fluttered his lashes, his voice pitching to that happily clueless tone before the smirk curled over his lips as he tilted his head while looking up over the tops of his glasses; the lube was cracked open in his hands as he looked down briefly to squirt a dollop onto his fingers. When those eyes flicked back up to him, they were burning at him. Burning, smoldering and infecting every inch of him.

"Yes, what are you doing down there?"

"I'm going to get you ready! And while I get you ready down here, you are going to fuck my throat while I do so! Then I'll get your nipples ready for the clamps! That's what I'm doing, Shouta! So come here and fuck my mouth and throat like I know you want too, baby."

How could he deny that? The last time Hizashi did this was the washing machine, wasn't it? He didn't know but he stepped over, planting his feet on either side of Hizashi and the blonde's eyes glowed up at him when he shivered at the way the man licked his lips. Like he was about to dive into a meal he'd been craving. The quiet, slick noise of lube being spread had him looking down instinctively at his husband's hands that were working to spread the lube over his fingers.

Instinctively, his gaze flicked up causing him to meet his husband's gaze only to get a wide smirk. As if he knew exactly what was flying through his head. As if he knew exactly what he wanted. A hand grabbed the base of his erection, lips then pressing themselves against it sending shivers down his spine as they moved up and down eagerly; below the head, down along the base those fluttering kisses were pressed to his skin making him bit his lip.

He shuddered when the blonde flattened his tongue against the underside, grinding his piercing against a vein briefly before traveling the length of it with the tip of his tongue. He then slid up pressing an open-mouthed kiss just below the head. All wicked recreations of the blowjob he'd given Hizashi that night. He was mesmerized watching the blonde place those open-mouthed kisses where he'd placed the fluttering ones.

Watching his lips glisten lightly when they pressed against the wet spots as the blonde mouthed and licked at his shaft like it was some kind of frozen pop. Licking, suckling, driving him crazy. When lips finally crawled up to kiss the head, he bit harder at his lip, hips twitching forward making those lashes flutter. Shivers when the blonde looked up at him from underneath them with that smirk bursting across his lips.

He pressed his lips in a few rapid kisses that had him whining down at him. The warmth of his breath as his mouth had shivers rolling down his back as he placed a hand on the bed leaning forward a bit and used the other to weave into the golden locks, sliding until he was cupping the back of his head again as those green eyes burned up at him. He jumped feeling fingers wriggling behind him slickly to his hole, rubbing against it.

It felt as though his heart was all too happy to fly in a frenzy against his chest he swallowed, marveling at how tight his throat felt. Tightening his fingers on the locks he held in his hands, his breath creeping to a faster rhythm that matched Hizashi's. Fast, shaking. He couldn't hope to hold the gasp back when his husband then leaned forward covering the head of his erection then sliding down to the base in one smooth motion.

It happened so fast, so fluidly that by the time his breaths were puffing against his pelvis it was as if his mind couldn't comprehend it. The heat, the ridges on the top of his mouth and the feel of his throat rippling with a swallow paired with the feeling of a finger wriggling into him was consuming his thoughts. His very attention. When Hizashi swallowed again with a little hum following after it. His air flying out as that finger inside of him rubbed against his inner walls.

Eyes that peered up at him with a confidence that burned his very skin, he knew he didn't have a hope or a prayer. The moan that flew out of him when the blonde began bobbing his head in time with his thrusting finger was sending tingles throughout his pelvis; the slow bob, the swallow when he reached the base, and the heat was almost too much. His breaths hitched quietly, cracking lightly as he clung to the back of Hizashi's head.

Golden locks slithering over his fingers softly and he whimpered when the blonde released a soft hum each time, he came close to the head, swallowing when he sank to the base. He twitched his hips slightly, unsure of whether to lean forward or backwards yet and his husband released an encouraging noise up at him; he didn't know what it meant, what he wanted him to do, and yet he knew it all too well what he wanted.

Heat burned through his veins, raked under his skin when felt a second finger nudging against him making his face burn when his hole twitched with the excitement that burst through him. The blonde let out a groan as the second finger slid into him slickly making him moan out as he jerked his hips back. His hair fell around his face as he let his head fall forward, his breaths hitching as Hizashi bobbed his head faster.

He felt strangely mesmerized at the sight of Hizashi's hair swaying lightly with his movements and he shuddered when the fingers began thrusting in time with his bobbing. Hizashi had to be getting better at doing things in tandem. The slick noise from the fingers thrusting into him paired with the swallows from his husband that had him shuddering each time were everything he'd been dreaming of. Everything he'd wanted.

Hips twitched again making a moan left the blonde when they thrusted forward shallowly, hesitantly, and the fingers scissored out making his hips tilt backwards instinctively with a moan flying out of him. Scissoring, pushing at the muscles was far easier than it should have been and the blonde must have realized it when he groaned as loud as he possibly could with his erection in his mouth; the vibrations had his toes curling.

It pulled a throaty moan out of him as snapped his hips forward, giving in to the quiet desire to do so. Fingers scissored out again before thrusting into him, rubbing along his inner walls sending shivers down his spine, as his breath hitched wildly knowing he was so close to touching the spot; he could feel it. The tingles that raced through him knowing he was so, so close to it. So close. He whimpered at the blonde, fingers rubbing just below the spot making his teeth grind together.

Grunting through them down at his husband, those blonde lashes fluttered to reveal foggy green eyes. Pupils blown wide, the lust in them making them appear darker with the aid of his shadow covering the blonde. He shivered at the look that burned up at him. As if they wanted burn alive with a look alone. A third finger then pressed against him making his breath hitch yet again as it wormed it's way effortlessly inside.

The slick noise of the three thrusting into him had his hips jerking backwards only to slam forward harshly when the blonde gave a brief little buzz. A tease. It did what the blonde wanted, however. One thrust gave way to the frenzy of motion as he thrusted forward, his husband moaning up at him with such delight in the sound it was easy to believe he was getting off on it. That he was having the time of his life doing these simple little things.

It was only when those three fingers thrusted in, rubbing along in his inner walls, that the heat ripped up his spine and he cried out jerking backwards into the fingers that rubbed into the spot; up and down, up and down, as if he were stroking at it. The heat that ripped up his spine with each rub had him shaking; it was stunning him over and over, the heat that snapped into him and fizzing away anything else.

He moaned out loudly when the fingers began grinding down in those circular movements that had him moaning shamelessly, each grinding motion had his legs shaking and he panted when those identical pants fanned against his pelvis. He snapped his hips forward, thrusting into his husband's mouth just like he wanted; like they both wanted. The blonde moaned up at him as those fingers continued rubbing, grinding and stroking against the spot.

Swallowing, his legs trembling lightly, he pulled in a breath to speak only for it to come out on a grunt when the blonde hummed softly around him. In and out, up and down. His world was dissolving away slowly, slowly, slowly. If this turned out to be a wet dream of some kind, if this wasn't real, he might just go insane. If he woke up right now to find this was another realistic wet dream?

Well, it wasn't dramatic to say that he might just lose it. Yet the humming, the swallowing, and the wet heat of his husband's mouth told him it was absolutely, one hundred percent happening. That this was real. The pleasure snapping, sizzling its way up his spine was real. Pants flew out of him raggedly, hitching and cracking as they raked down his throat with each bob of his husband's head that at his thrusts effortlessly.

The absolutely delicious torture of his husband swallowing when he reached the base paired with those fingers grinding, grinding, grinding on his prostate. Two things that were making his legs shake from the waves of pleasure hitting him. Adjusting his grip on the blonde's hair, he groaned knowing he shouldn't. While he liked the roughness of a blowjob, his husband might not. However, those eyes flared up at him with that sizzling heat.

A shiver worthy, enthusiastic moan left Hizashi when he squeezed the locks of hair in his hand. An assuring look was aimed up at him. A promise. A single look and he was giving in. Was he more desperate than he thought? Perhaps. But he squeezed those locks, yanking his husband up to the tip and slamming him back down meeting a thrust making the man moan at him loudly as his free hand came up to claw at his thigh, squeezing onto him as he settled into a rhythm.

Yanking and shoving his head up and down, the man abandoning his bobbing as he snapped his hips forward, sinking forward into the heat again and again until he swore his head was spinning. Pants fanned against his pelvis when he slammed Hizashi down to the base, grinding his hips against his lips loving the burn of nails digging into his thigh as those fingers abandoning their maddening grinding against his prostate and thrusted into him eagerly.

He pulled Hizashi back and shoved him down earning a moan from the man, the sound enthusiastic as they flew out of him shamelessly and mingled with his own moans as he slammed forward with each shove downwards as those fingers thrusted into him wildly, slamming against him and copying the rhythm. His breaths rasped out in pants when for the blonde to tap on his thigh. He almost wanted to ignore it.

He wanted to continue thrusting, to keep shoving and pulling his husband's head as his brain insisted it was better there; it was hot, wet and it felt so, so good each time the blonde swallowed. And then came the tap again as the blonde groaned at him. Reigning himself in, trying desperately to fight the urge to whimper when the fingers slipped out of him as well while he pulled his hips back.

And as he slid out of his mouth, the blonde gasped in a breath beneath him that rasped and trembled down in then out. Heat. Shivers. It was just like the day with the handcuffs; blonde lashes were heavy, his cheeks flush that brilliant red hue, his breaths rasping in and out quickly as a droplet of drool ran down from the corner of his lips. Green eyes seeming to glow from the heat in them.

He stepped back when Hizashi shifted to stand up, the man reaching for the clips and the sight of the red glowing in his hands had his heart stumbling over its beats wildly. "Sit."

Hizashi didn't need to be told twice. He sat on the edge of the bed right where Hizashi had been kneeling seconds ago, the blonde settling himself between his legs kissing his twitching erection lightly. Heat burned in his cheek at the saliva glistening on it slickly as Hizashi happily crawled his lips up to his stomach and his breaths raced as they reached his chest. Fingers brushed against his right nipple.

Lips pressing against the left, and eyes flicked to his again. He shuddered when Hizashi flattened his tongue against his nipple, eyes burning at him as if challenging him to look away; daring him to close them, to look away, anything that wasn't looking at him. Each breath trembled on its way in and out, scraping down his throat, his eyes locked on the blonde. He couldn't look away even if he wanted to.

He shivered watching his husband lap at his nipple, kissing the hardening nub lightly. Watching Hizashi use the tip of his tongue to trace the rim of areola only to flick it teasingly across his nipple as a thumb flicked at his right nipple lightly. Rubbing back and forth, pinching lightly at it, the tingles from both actions had him squirming in his spot as he whined at the blonde. Shivering as that piercing rubbed over the hardening nub as he pinched at the other.

Oh, it felt good when he knew what was coming. He arched his chest eagerly with a whimper, begging wordlessly for more. More, more, more. It was a chant, a plea, a beg, and a demand all in one. His lips trembled with the urge to wail the word, to chant it and Hizashi's name until he was given exactly what he needed. He moaned sliding his hands up to the blonde locks, clutching the blonde to his chest.

Shudders raking over him when the man closed his mouth around his nipple, nibbling lightly at it playfully a few times. He then began suckling roughly at it and swirling his tongue against as he did so, brushing his piercing against it a few times, making him burn. It was so fucking good. The tingles fed into that ache that throbbed through him; an ache that was bone clenching, squirm inducing and scream worthy.

He kept a tight grip on those blonde locks as the blonde alternated between nibbling and sucking at his nipple, flicking his tongue over it and rubbing his piercing against it while his fingers pinched, flicked and twisted lightly at his other nipple with that same delight. Fingers drifting over the hardened thing in an absent-minded caress. Whimpering out the blonde bit down fiercely at his nipple, the pain bursting across his chest.

It was a bursting, burning pain that had him gasping only for it to fly out on a trembling, cracking cry when fingers pinched tight at his other nipple. His chest arched up as far as it could as he squirmed with hiss whimper trailing off into a moan when a hand slid up his thigh. Hoping, hoping, hoping he could get something. Then the fingers pulled away from his nipple and Hizashi popping off of his other nipple.

Licking his lips again despite the glistening saliva on them already and he turned plucking up one of the clamps making his heart jump in his chest. Watching his husband twist at the screw on the side until the tips came apart loosely, the blonde hummed softly as he lined it up with his slick nipple and began twisting at the screw again. Inch by inch, it came together. Slowly but surely. It wasn't until the tips began clamping down that he gasped.

Fighting the urge to squirm at the pressure that was building with each twist of the screw and God if it didn't make his stomach squeeze in on itself as he heaved in another breath he hoped would calm his excitement. It did nothing of the sort. In fact, it fed into that excitement as the screw was twisted once then twice before Hizashi seemed satisfied it was on tight enough. He squirmed eagerly when Hizashi hummed softly with satisfaction.

He bit at his bottom lip to hold back a whimper, a whine, a moan or something clawing at his throat as he resorted to gipping the at the bed beneath him fiercely. Bunching the fabric to his palms util his fingers trembled as he watched Hizashi pick up the other clamp and lining it up with his right nipple. Clinging to the bed as if he needed to ground himself, to keep himself from squirming, as he watched the blonde lift the clamp to his chest.

Again, that slow inching with each twist until the tips were biting and squeezing onto his nipple with two quick twists of the screw and they were on. He was in awe of the tiny locks swaying daintily against his chest, being flicked at playfully by his husband who then lifted his hands up to tug lightly at the clamps and the cry that left him had those eyes widening at him with such a lustful, flaming look it had him shivering.

It felt odd. It hurt but it hurt in the best way possible; a burn, clamping pressure that was unrelenting as he sat there, his chest heaving as he stared down at his chest. The sight of them clamped in place, the red vinyl glowing against his chest, had him shuddering at the sight. Oh, it was good. Maybe he did like it? The sight of them clamped onto his nipples, down near the areolas was a sight to behold.

Strangely enough, it was fucking hot to him. He was surprised by the pleasure that was weaving through him when he lifted his gaze to Hizashi. Finding that hungry, lustful look on his face though there was a sharp look in those green eyes. Intense on him as if gauging his reactions. Flicking from his face down to his chest before settling on his face again. "H-How do they feel? Too tight? Too loose? Tell me, baby, how it feels."

"Good. It feels fucking good, Zashi!"

He caught Hizashi's little shiver, teeth dragging over his bottom lip, and he knew it was all because of his unintentional, breathy tone. His voice was airy, breathless as he stared down at his chest for a second before letting his gaze flick back to his husband as he tried his best to think around the tight, unrelenting pressure that was squeezing at his nipples. It was sending a fierce, squirm worthy pain through his chest that fed into that lust and that hunger.

Sensations that were snaking through him that seemed content with ripping him apart from the inside out. It was a burning pain, the way those clamps squeezed him and he loved it. Fingers brushed over his nipples lightly making his skin tingle from the light caress as he watched his husband lick his lips then part them with a quiet breath that trembled sent shivers down his spine. That gaze burned at him when they flicked up to his.

Pupils dilated making them appear dark just like they had when he was on his knees rendering those irises to mere rings around them. Eyes that were staring with a hungry, lustful look that had his own breath hitching. "Where- How do you want to do it, Sho? Tell me, baby, and I'll do it. Where do you want me to fuck you?"

Where? Oh, he had an idea. He'd seen- He wanted-! He licked his own lips, swallowing to clear the tightness there somehow, and he cleared his throat to keep his voice from being too breathless, from cracking somehow as he then met that burning gaze. He knew exactly what he wanted and where he wanted it. And with those burning eyes on him he had to hope he spoke with that confidence and boldness his husband had in endless amounts.

"I wa-want you to fuck me against the wall, Zashi! I don't- I want you to slam me against the wall and fuck me up against it until my legs give out! Fuck my absolute brains out, Zashi, please? Please?"

The low groan the blonde released as he reached out grabbing the condom box, tugging the chain out then ripping a condom off was shiver worthy. He watched as the blonde ripped open the little square, pulling the condom out and fidgeted as he watched the blonde's trembling fingers roll the condom down his erection eyeing the lube then up to him to which he shook his head at the unspoken question.

He didn't need it. He knew he didn't need that extra lubrication tonight. Hizashi let out another little groan as he stood up reaching out grabbing his hands though he didn't need them to coax him up; he hopped up to his feet as he was then spun in his arms, walking backwards quickly. Fast, clumsy steps were taken as he stared at that flushed face of his husband's with awe. It was a marvelous, beautiful sight.

0Even if he wanted to look away, just like with his chest, he truly couldn't. He jumped when his back hit the wall, the blonde pressing forward against him tightly and he whimpered when those lips came down on his own in a kiss that positively sizzled straight to his core. It had his blood burning through his veins as it rushed through him, had his hands trembling as he lifted them up to curl around his shoulders and into his hair tightly.

Pressing against the blonde's head, to keep him from even thinking of pulling away from him as he moved his lips with the blonde's. The quiet urgency, the eagerness, was poured into the kiss as hands slid along his waist, his breath hitching as he squirmed and the blonde dragged his nails lightly along his skin. Maybe it was the feverish heat of his skin? Maybe it was the fact he was pinned to a wall?

He had no clue but it felt good. His nipples screamed from the press of Hizashi's chest against his own, a type of pain that had his eyes rolling back behind his eyelids as he moaned into the kiss when nails dragged harshly at his waist again. The lust and the hunger being poured in from the both of them had the kiss positively sizzling. And he decided enough was enough. He had a position in mind.

Something he wanted to do when he inevitably said something. Obviously, that was thrown out the window quite happily but it was something he saw online. An interesting one. While he had been pinned to a wall before, his legs wrapped tightly around the blonde's waist, he didn't want that this time. Not now. This new position he'd seen only required him to wrap a single leg around Hizashi's waist.

A position he could use to coax the blonde into him. And that's what he wanted right that second. He shifted on his feet, the blonde releasing a low moan against his lips as they moved fervently and he responded happily to that emotion as he then lifted his right leg up. He grunted lightly but got it wrapped around the blonde's thigh first; inching it upwards, awkwardly getting it up higher was a bit of a task.

Then a hand came down tugging his leg up by the thigh until it wrapped around the blonde's waist. Perfect. It was just what he needed. He then tugged the blonde's hips towards him until he felt the blonde moving forward sliding slickly between his cheeks, rubbing against him making him whimper at him and he tightened his leg nudging him forward, forward, forward. The blonde moaned when angled his hips enough to press the head against him.

Then he tightened his leg again pulling him forward; he let out a gasp, his lips parting against Hizashi's only for a moan to fly out of him as the blonde sank forward. Sliding into him slickly, the blonde was bottom out faster than he ever remembered him doing so and he loved it. Oh the push and the stretch of his muscles as his husband's erection twitched inside of him was everything he wanted.

Everything he'd missed. Hizashi released a low moan as the kiss was broken briefly as teeth then nipped at his bottom lip. It was so much better than a dildo. Better than a vibrator. It was Hizashi and that's what he wanted for a while. Days. He relished in the feeling of the blonde against him, inside him. He clung to the blonde fiercely as he kept his leg around his slim waist tightly.

Dragging his nails across the blonde's scalp making a soft whine leave his husband as lips quickly covered his own again. Throwing himself into the kiss, he moved his lips urgently and fervently with Hizashi's ho happily kissed him fiercely and pouring that hungry, lustful feeling into the kiss that sizzled into him. It was a burning, passion-filled kiss that he loved. God, he loves it. He could have said something so much sooner.

The only comfort he had was what Hizashi had said earlier. That he had been in the same position.

Neither wanting to push their needs, the desire, on one another. God, they were both idiots. He moved his lips with a hungry, lustful energy that his husband was more than happily providing as lips molded and melted against his own which he always did enjoy when they were kissing. The feel of those lips brushing, pressing to his own, melting and molding as if shaping to the curve of his.

It was an addicting feeling with how soft they always were, how absolutely tactful they were in kissing the very breath out of him. Another twitch of his husband's erection had his brows lifting when he clawed lightly at the man's scalp earning him a little fidget from the blonde. Then he moved his hips and the moan, he received from the blonde had him shivering. Everything was all he could hope it to be, perhaps even better than his dreams.

He clung to the blonde as he moved his hips in an even, casual pace; back and forth, back and forth, hands gripping tightly at his waist as he moaned against the blonde's lips. It was a bit awkward given he was on his feet, facing his husband, but he'd done it countless times on his back, on his knees, braced with his chest to a wall before. This was no different. Nails bit then dragged fiercely along his waist with a breathless sound from the blonde.

Those hips twitching forward and he whimpered as he pulled from the kiss. He gulped a few breaths down to his lungs, hungry for a proper breath, and he listened to the quiet squelch of the condom and lube working together with his movements. It was a bit of an awkward and clumsy riding motion despite being braced to the wall yet he loved it. Loved the burn in those green eyes, lashes fluttering in a fast blink.

He loved the blush smothering itself over his cheeks and the messy locks of hair hanging around his face from his clawing and twisting hands. How those glasses were sliding to the tip of his nose, lips parted with his own fast, panting breaths. The feel of his erection sliding in and out with the thrusting of his hips sent shudders down his spine. His own breaths trembled, hitching on their way in and out.

He slid his hands from his blonde locks to claw at his shoulder blades as if it would bring him closer and the blonde moaned loudly as he leaned in capturing his lips again. The burn of those nails clawing at his waist, the little thumps as he thrusted his hips forward in his little awkward riding. The way those lips were pressing, moving, and kissing him with such passion that he felt absolutely breathless.

The pain that was throbbing across his chest from the clamps was a delicious, amazing sensation. He loved it. Sliding his hands down, he clawed his way back up and delighting in the way his husband's back arched pressing his chest forward with a loud, trembling moan flying out of the blonde as his lips pressed roughly to his own which he replied in kind. It was exactly what he needed.

What he wanted. He felt those hips twitch again before easing into a rhythm that copied his own thrusts. Following the rhythm, the speed, that he was setting for the both of them. He moaned out digging his nails into the blonde's back, the tip of his tongue brushing against his lower lip and he eagerly opened his mouth, meeting Hizashi's tongue happily. The tight press of his husband's chest to his own had his nipples positively screaming with the added pressure on them.

A reaction, an urge that could very well crest into true pain if he wasn't careful, but it felt damn good. It was like pressing down on a bruise; on a bite mark. It was a delicious type of aching pain that had him squirming. He moaned while dragging his nails back up the blonde's back, relishing in the shudder he got as nails clawed at him desperately. The high whimper he got from Hizashi had his stomach dropping airily with the pleasure that flooded in from a simple little noise.

Twisting his tongue with Hizashi's, sliding and flicking at that beloved piercing was a past time he could happily lose hours too; if it weren't for the nagging reality of his responsibilities, he's sure he would be overjoyed to live the way they had in their youth in the apartment. Every day, lounging with not a stitch of clothing on and Hizashi's lips on his? To give in to the lust, the hunger, that flickered the moment it happened?

Oh, that was heaven. He loved his life now, loved his children, but God he loved those days so fervently it ached. Breaths huffed quickly against his cheek, hitching and shuddering on their way in and out as they mirrored his own. His hands couldn't clutch tighter at the blonde, hold him closer as hips found that perfect rhythm he absolutely loved. An easy meeting of forward thrusts, working in unison making shivers roll up his spine.

And then, predictably, his brain whispered that singular word. More. He wanted more, more, more, and his hips twitched as he met a thrust when he gave in to the quiet whisper to move faster. Faster, faster, faster. He wanted to go faster. He wanted Hizashi's hips to pound against him with that roughness he adored. His brain was shrieking at him with that urge for more; to grab tighter, claw harder, move faster.

Swing forward harder. Hizashi let out a moan as his hips stuttered clumsily before joining the change in speed; hips moved faster, thumping against him far more than they were with their initial rhythm. He let out a moan himself as those hands slid up his back then clawed down them. Deep, slow and hard those nails dragged along his skin sending waves of heat down his spine as he squirmed against the wall and breaking the kiss.

Moaning loudly, breathlessly as those hands had him arching forward as he clung onto the blonde fiercely with an answering moan that sounded just as breathless. Perhaps even excited. The blonde's lips attacked his jaw, nipping at it teasingly before crawling downwards to his throat making him whine. He happily tipped his head back a bit given the space he had allowing those teeth and lips access.

And oh, how Hizashi seemed to happily answer to that little tip as he attacked his throat with those fluttering kisses making him shiver with a a reedy sound leaving him as he clung onto him. It was perhaps exactly what his husband wanted because he truly, honestly, did not expect what the blonde to do next. Teeth dug into his skin, biting down fiercely on the side of his neck and the pain burst across his skin pulling a cry out of him.

Startling as it was, it created wave after wave of pain that had his toes curling fiercely. He twitched with a moan flying out of him as nails dragged against his lower back he moaned jerking his hips quicker as the blonde began sucking at the spot delightedly. The blonde's teeth dug in fiercely, biting down with the perfect pressure to send that burning, throbbing pain over his skin. Moaning, he clawed instinctively at his husband's back.

Digging his nails into this skin, pulling them up across his shoulder blades had the blonde moaning loudly against his throat at such a pitch it vibrated against his skin deliciously and he whined at the sensation as Hizashi clutched fiercely at his waist. Then they began pulling at him. Yanking his hips forward faster, faster, faster making him whimper loudly as the teeth on the side of his neck lifted briefly then moved over to his throat biting down just above his Adam's Apple.

Sucking at skin as those hips hit against him harshly making him thud backwards against the wall lightly and the sound had fire ripping under his skin as he gasped. His lips moved for a second as he struggled to piece his mangled words together, hands continuing to yank at him. He happily followed the harsh, fast rhythm those hands were asking of him. Delighting in the moan his husband gave when he clenched up around the twitching erection.

The moan trembled, deepening deliciously against his throat and it had him gasping in a breath. Hungry. Truly hungry, desperate, to feel his husband to give him the rough nature that he craved so much. To be fucked against the wall like he was nothing more than a doll. Nothing more than for Hizashi to get off on. He wanted that fierce, pounding rhythm until it felt he would fall right through the walls.

He wanted those hips to slam against him and force every little wisp of air from his lungs. Until he was wailing, squirming and begging him for more. He wanted to be a mess, to be sobbing and clawing at the blonde as he was pounded up against the wall. If there was ever a time where he would approve of that jackhammering, pounding from his husbnad then it would be now. Right that moment he would approve of it.

Wanted to feel those hips pounding against him so damn hard he was limping and flinching when he sat and stood afterwards. To have his legs tremble and shake when he stood far too long on them and to have those delicious red line's on his skin from Hizashi clawing at him. He wanted those crisp, sharp slaps of skin on skin. He wanted to tear those deep, trembling moans from Hizashi that vibrated against his skin when he bit down.

And what he wanted the most was to be flipped, slammed and bent all over their damn room. Anywhere was an oppurtunity, another surface to use, and fuck if he didn't want it. No, not want. He needed it. Needed, wanted, desired and longed for it. Moaning out he clung onto Hizashi, those light rhythmic thumps from their motions against the wall triggered a wild fire underneath his skin that burned him fervently.

Consuming everything it possibly could, being fed with ach slam of those hips against him that thumped him backwards when he swung his own forward. Panting wildly, he clawed at Hizashi's back again earning him a wild moan against his throat as those hips thrusted in a frenzy that had him wailing out. So good, so good! His breaths rasped down his throat, hitching and drying out his throat horribly but god he loved it.

Fuck, if he didn't want all of it. Every little thought of his, every little want and need. He'd happily tell Hizashi when they were done, he'd do it and he'd do it happily despite that embarrassed shyness of his private nature. He would say it boldly, confidently, and he would love every second of it. Fucking hell if he didn't want it so badly it was ripping him apart. Clinging to Hizashi, his moan ripped out of him in time with the blonde's. Wanting, wanting, wanting him to-!

"Za-Zashi! Harder! Ha-Harder, harder, Zashi, harder! Fas- Mmm! Yes! Faster, faster! Ah, ah! Fuck! Shit! Nnngh, yes! Yes, faster, faster!"

A quiet grunt left the blonde as those hips slammed forward eagerly to comply with his breathless words, moving faster and hitting against him harder making him thump against the wall again and he let out a wild moan that made even him twitch. It trembled, cracked and was drawn out yet it merely inspired Hizashi's hips to strike against him harder, harder, harder. Faster, faster, faster.

But fuck if he didn't love it when Hizashi listened. No matter how dominant a person he could be or his position as a top, he knew his word was law as much as Hizashi's. His words heard and listened too by the blonde just like he listened to him. If he wanted harder, Hizashi would give harder. If he wanted faster, he got faster. He happily did the same for the blonde. Whenever, whatever he wanted. He'd do it, do it, do it.

"Yes, yes, yesss! Yes, Zashi! Fuck me! F-Fuck me, fuck me! Fuck me s-so goooood! Ah! Yes! Fuck m-my brains out, baby! Hnnnn m-make me cum so hhh-hard I- Ahhh! Oh! Fuck yeah! Yes! Like t-that! Fast- Mmmmnn! G-God, fuck me! Zashi, Zashi! Ohhh it's right there! Right there, Zashi! Please! Please!"

How he could speak around those wild, clawing pants he had not a clue. It felt as if his brain was far more focused on sucking in breath after breath that fed into a moan or a groan. He whimpered at those fast, huffing breaths against his throat as the blonde paused for a mere second adjusting his hips. Adjusting his hips it seemed as he fought the urge to squirm. To writhe and jiggle his hips when the blonde's fingers dug into his waist.

The excitement was unbearable. He wanted to scream from the grip it had on him. How intensely it gripped him. It felt as his pounding heart sent waves of that unbearable excitement, the scalding lust and that ravenous hunger through him with each beat. The tight press of that chest against his own was back when the blonde finsihed his adjustments and he moanjed low in hsi throat at the shrieking pain it sent across his chest.

The additional pressure on his clamped nipples had his stomach squieezing as he whimpered then when the blonde took a moment to kiss up his throat. Nipping at his jaw playfully at those hips remained pulled back just a bit. A teasing distance as he panted and then they swung forward. That wave of heat could have reendered him blind. Burn him straight to ash at the way it rolled up his back and he cried out clawing at Hizashi's freckled shoulders.

"There! There, there, there, Zashi! Ahhhhnn, yes! Yesss! Haah, haah, yes! Nnnghnn, please! Please, Zashi! More, more! Give it to me! Gi-Give it to me so goood, baby! Ah! Mmm! Yeah! Fucking- Mmm! Y-Yes! Yeah, yeah, fuck yeah! Like th-that! Again! Nnnghn, Zashi! Zashi, yes!"

He shivered at the gravely groan against his throat as the blonde released the spot on his throat, his breaths hot as they fanned against his skin and he whimpered as lips pressed against his Adam's Apple, nipping at as those hands helped him meet those pounding thrusts the blonde was using. Hard, hard, hard. Striking against his prostate sending wave after wave of heat up his back making him squirm against the wall.

Moaning at the tight press of Hizashi's chest against his that had his nipples throbbing was a delicious pleasure that had him positively burning, burning, burning with the lust. The desperate hunger for more. How he could get more, how this wasn't enough, he had no clue yet his brain was screaming and shrieking for more, more, more. That he needed more of the blonde. Needed those lips attacking his throat, his back, his chest, his hips, and nails clawing him up good.

Needed, wanted and was utterly ravenous for those hands to grip and squeeze at him so tightly they left bruises. To have his very breath slammed out of him by those harsh hits being delivered from the blonde who was moaning shamelessly against his throat. Hips slammed against him wildly, making him thump lightly against the wall in a steady, rhythmic sound and each thump had his heart pounding frantically sending that excitement through him.

He tightened his leg around the blonde's waist, panting raggedly as he clung to the blonde whimpering loudly as the blonde nipped at his Adam's Apple as those breathless huffs became words. Words he needed to hear. "Fu-Fuck, baby, fuck! You've g-got a mouth on you tonight! Nnnghn! I-I'll give you more, b-baby! I'll fuck you all night if you w-want! G-Gooodddd, you feel so good! So good, baby!"

"Please! Please. please! Please, Zashi!"

The moan that flew out of him was loud, far louder than he intended it to be, and yet he couldn't help it. The slurred, cracking voice of his husband's moaning out against his throat had shudders rolling over him that settled into atremble as he clung to the man as those hips slammed against him. There was no choice, no thought as he moved his own eagerly with the blonde's, meeting those thrusts.

Loving the impact, the harshness to those hips that were finally, finally jackhammering with a speed and strength that never failed to leave him breathless. He twisteed his nails into Hizashi's shoulders, clinging onto him as he panted raggedly. Huffing little groans and moans flying out of him peppered with the occasional whimper. Loving, loving, loving it. Taking it, every bit of it, and wanting more. Giving more right back to the blonde making him release a low, throaty groan.

"A-Ah, yes! Squeeze my f-fucking cock, squee- Mmmmff! Yes! Yes, baby! Oh! Ohhh fuck! Ah, you're so good, baby! S-So good! Mmmmfff! Hnnn, so p-pretty! So f-fucking sexy, you know that? So sexy! I- Haah! Mmm, I lo-love you so much! Haah, haah, do it li- Hnnn! Hell yeah! Yeah, baby, l-like- Nnnghhn! Fuck, Shouta! G-God, you must love m-my cock, huh? Love it so much?"

"M-Mmmm! So m-much! Love it so much! Love you, Zashi, love you, love you! Haah, haah, so good! You're s-so good! Need more! Want more, Zashi, baby, please!"

"Such a-Nnnghn! Fuck! Such a greedy little th-thing you are! Mmm! Fuck, baby, fuck! Sh-Shhhit! I-I bet anythin' you lo-love those clamps t-too? Love having your nipples pinched li-like that while I fuck you? Is it better- Ah! Ah, ah! Shouta, Shouta, y-you're gonna break my cock I swear! Yo-You're so fuckin' tight baby! Nnn! A-Are those clamps better t-than me pinchin'? Do you l-love it so much you'll l-let yourself be fucked up against t-the wall like a whore? "

"Yes, yes, yesss!"

It felt like his air would fly out of him, and never come back down to his lungs. His chest heaved against Hizashi's frantically as he dug his nails into those freckled shoulders while his huffing breaths mingled in the small space between him and the blonde's. His heart was pounding frantically, furiously against his chest that did little help his breathlessness. It felt as if his lungs couldn't expand.

That little air, he did get down there was pounded away by Hizashi's hips. By his own heart. It was hard to think, hard to concentrate outside of the hips pounding against him so fiercely he was hitting the wall repeatedly with the rhythmic thumping that had his stomach squeezing tightly with the pleasure pooling there like a pressure that demanded to be relieved. Something he knew he wanted as long as possible but something he was going crazy living with.

The pressure, the aches, the tight clamping squeeze on his nipples that shrieked for a break and the nails clawed at his waist that was yanked at fervently were all things he wanted to go on longer. Just a little longer. He met those pounding thrusts with his own, jerking and flying forward to meet his husband's thrusts earning him those loud moans as the blonde's lips attacked his collar bone, teeth biting down viciously.

A shudder broke over him that interrupted his trembling for a moment. He clung onto the blonde, his breaths drying his throat with their wild huffs and his face felt uncomfortably hot as his hair brushed against them yet he didn't mind it; Hizashi's face was just as ruddy. He knew his own had to be. He felt a droplet of sweat snake down the side of his face, the clammy sheen on his forehead had locks of hair clinging annoyingly to it but it was easy to ignore it.

So very easy. His leg was shaking as the other tightened around the blonde's waist again and he cried out as the blonde angled his hips again to make sure to hit at his prostate each time. That had to be the reasoning. The waves of heat tore their way up his back, fanning beneath his skin making him burn as he moved his hips in a frenzy as that all too familiar slap of skin against skin rang out.

It mixed with the thumping of his back hitting the wall again and again, the moans and groans traded between them with wild breaths. Even the quiet squelches from the condom and lube rang out creating that cacophony of noise he absolutely thrived off of. He clawed at Hizashi's back, across his shoulders, as he whimpered when nails scraped just above his left hip above his healing tattoo and the tingles it sent racing through him were almost too much.

The heat devouring him. The pleasure ripping up his spine with each hit. His orgasm was clenching tightly through him, his thighs tensing and trembling with the pressure that was crawling upwards with each nip and bite the blonde left on his skin. The nails that clawed at his waist and the pounding hits being delivered against him that he met the best he could. A hand then lifted from his waist, his eyelids fluttering as he tried his best to keep them open.

It seemed impossible when the blonde then lifted his head from his chest, those green eyes burning at him when he flicked a clamp. The wail it tore out of him was astronomical; on par with something perhaps Hizashi could release if he was wearing their handcuffs. High and reedy, it trembled on its way out with a strained quality as his hips jerked and he writhed against the wall. And then another flick being delivered to the right clamp this time pulling another little wail out of him.

Hizashi's right hand wrapped around his erection, dripping against his stomach smearing pre-come against his skin, and stroked quickly. Squeezing with that delicious, toe curling pressure he moaned at the simple pleasure it gave him as that hand flew up and down his erection. He was gasping for air as fingers rubbed at the head smearing the liquid there each time with a slick sound before diving back down to resume that wild striking.

Curving his hand up and down, squeezing and stroking him fast to match those pounding thrusts was too much. It was too much. He was melting, melting, melting. The new cry tore out of him easily as he clung at the blonde, clawing at his skin desperately as if it would ground him. Give him something to cling too as his orgasm seemed to explode through him. That high, trembling sound choked off, as he writhed and squirmed against the blonde.

Bucking his hips wildly as Hizashi moaned out burying his face into his bite riddled throat and fingers squeezed around his twitching, throbbing erection. His moans were cresting higher, higher despite his attempt to muffle them and he flinched at their pitches that warbled and trembled on its way out. Yet he couldn't think to stop it. He couldn't think. He was lost in a haze. A white-out heat that devoured every little bit of his mind.

Pushing away anything that wasn't that delicious heat of his orgasm that washed over him in a slam that had him breathless. He jerked against the blonde, gasping in a breath as his throat squeezed and clenched with not a sound leaving him; his stomach flexed tightly, his thighs trembled and he was sure the second Hizashi stepped away his leg would give out. It felt like all his gasping breaths, the air he greedily sucked down, rushed out of him.

He trembled as the orgasm washed out of him quickly, leaving him weak against the wall as he twitched, clinging to the blonde who was peppering his throat with kisses with breath heaving and rasping in and out of him. Just as breathless. Trembling just like himself. He didn't complain when Hizashi pulled backwards, though a tiny whimper left him as the blonde slid out with a rather lewd, slick noise.

Then he peeled his eyes open -unaware of when he'd shut them- to watch the breathless blonde sinking down to his knees again. He shivered, knowing exactly what to expect, and yet the sight of his husband licking his stomach clean of the come so eagerly would never fail to be aweing; the way he sucked and lapped at the skin until it was as clean was fascinating. Twitching at the fingers grasping his softening dick to cover the head of it.

Whimpering down at the blonde who seemed all too happy in swirling his tongue around it and suckling softly at the skin before popping off almost felt too much. He yelped when the blonde surged up then, sweeping him off of his shaking legs and heaving him up into his arms. He threw his own arms around his shoulders to keep from tipping or being dropped out of them as he was walked over to the bed as those arms beneath him trembled.

The mattress bounced as he was placed down, his eyes following the blonde's movements and he couldn't help but sigh as the clamps were removed from his nipples; the tight, squeezing pressure on them being released had that intense relief rushing through him. Hizashi then peeled the condom off of him, the slipper rubber once again his enemy it seemed as it squelched and snapped at his fingers useless.

He grinned as the blonde grunted at under his breath with little curses. He watched the blonde in a haze; the way his upper lip curled a touch as he struggled with the slippery rubber until he managed to get it tied off and tossed in the trash, opening the wipes to clean himself off with a wipe. It was after that hilariously adorable little sight that let himself flop backwards on the bed, a chuckle leaving Shouta at the sight.

The blonde then climbed up onto the bed next to him and setting down on his side next to him, an arm reaching out tugging him close though he didn't need to do such a simple act. He squirmed closer to the blonde as lips then attacked his face and he happily returned the favor; targeting his burning cheeks, the freckles along the bridge of his nose that nudged his glasses up. He kissed his forehead happily ignoring the salty taste of sweat when those lips met his in fast, pecking kisses before pulling apart.

Green eyes were wide, marveling at him as the blonde tightened his arms around him. "Y-You, Shouta Aizawa, are a fu-fucking gift! A gift that ke-keeps on giving! You know th-that?"

"I-I could say the same for you!"

Hands began traveling up and down his back slickly, the trembling of his body hid the little shiver that rolled down his back as he then leaned in peppering that red cheek softly with a few kisses before he gave in to the temptation. He rubbed their noses together, the blonde giggling at him then as those hands continued rubbing up and down his sweaty back. He clung to the blonde happily as the man rubbed his nose against his in response.

Swallowing quite a few giggles himself that clawed at his throat in favor of a breathless little laugh instead. He would never not love the action itself. It was comforting, it was sweet, and it was utterly heartwarming. After a moment of that gentle little movement from both of them, he pulled back to find the blonde beaming at him. "You a-are truly a demonic man, aren't you? Tormenting me f-for two weeks! Going on three, n-now that I think about it. How dare you!"

The giggle he got from Hizashi made his pounding heart flutter briefly, his stomach to drop airily, and the man smiled at him widely making his stupid little mustache twitch. "I LOVE t-tormenting you then! If it means you d-do things like this, then I'll happily torment you! I can't w-wait to see what you choose next!"

He hummed softly as he then coaxed the blonde's head down, smiling when his husband happily tucked his head beneath his chin and buried his face into his throat delightedly with those shaky breaths fanning against them as he then stroked those blonde locks of hair. Weaving his fingers through them occasionally, twisting and letting the locks slither around them before stroking his hand over them and placing a kiss to the top of Hizashi's hair.

They held a delightful fruity scent from his expensive shampoo and conditioner. He could still remember the horrified look on Hizashi's face when he came over to his family's apartment and called him into the bathroom pointing at his three in one bottle. He'd shrugged it off, simply stating it was what he could get with his allowance. That, however, didn't seem to fly for his husband and he was gifted with a whole set of shampoo and conditioner along with body wash. Something his husband bought him even now.

"I'll be sure to let you know what I choose next, Zashi. I always do." He paused, squirming slightly, as his cheeks throbbed lightly and the blonde happily nuzzled his throat. "And I-I love you too, you know."

"Of course, I know! I love you too, baby! Stubborn, sweet man that you are, how could I not love you?" Another hum as he kissed those silky soft locks again, the blonde nuzzling his face into his throat new with a few soft kisses and he tightened his arms around the man. "You know, it sure is nice to know I wasn't the only one being tempted! You had me a horny mess too, Sho, you know that?"

"Who asked who to be fucked against the wall?"

"And who willingly, happily one might even say, then fucked who against that wall?"

A snicker erupted out of him as Hizashi laughed in his hiding place, the soft silky feel of his hair below his cheek was utterly delightful. He loved it. "Shut the fuck up, Zashi! Here I am, saying I love you, and you're talking about how horny you were! As if I'm the one prancing around in lingerie and grinding your lap and giving you flirtatious looks! So you shut up!"

"So you admit they were flirtatious? Mission accomplished then!"

"Shut the fuck up, seriously! You're such an idiot, Hizashi!"

"So are you! But how about you shut me the fuck up then, hmm?" Shivers. He smirked then, feeling an identical movement of lips curling against his throat and the blonde's hands dipped down to grab at his ass. He swallowed a yelp as Hizashi rolled onto his back, yanking him on top of the man and he looked down at those glinting eyes, the mischievous little grin. "Shut me up, Shouta! Or are you too scared to shut me up? Too scared to get back at me for teasing you?

"I'll gladly shut you the fuck up and get back at you for that then, Zashi!"

"Prove it."