Fifty Shades of EraserMic

by CrypticBeans

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

41. Let's Get Handy!

"Hizashi?"

Green eyes flicked up at him, the book in his hands pressed down to his chest as the light caught his lenses lightly causing them to flash up at him and the blonde hummed. Swallowing, he twirled a few locks of that long, blonde hair around his fingers idly with his phone dangling from his left hand. His heart skipped at the rather patient, curious face of his husband's as he continued to twirl the locks of hair around his fingers.

As if he were some kind of nervous teenage girl on the phone with her crush. Something he was doing subconsciously yet soothingly. "Would you fist me?"

Those eyes widened at him, his mouth dropping open a bit with a breath rushing out on a wheeze and he felt a blush rush up to his cheeks, burning fiercely as he looked down at his husband evenly while the man looked astonished. As if his request had come completely out of left field when, in fact, it had not. Shouta wasn't afraid to admit he was upset their challenge was almost over; nine remaining.

And with the end of summer looming it felt as if there simply wasn't enough time left for him to really enjoy it. He felt as though he had spent too much time being shy, being easily embarrassed, to truly enjoy it like his husband had been and it had left him hesitant about choosing a new kink after their foray into the nipple clamps. Surprisingly, the nipple clamps had become a beloved toy like any others in the drawer.

However, it was as he was looking over his options, over the remaining choices, that he narrowed in on one that sounded as if it would be a challenge. Something that he had heard of in insults, strange flirting and in the jokes the teenagers spit at one another annoyingly but something he had heard of others doing. It was a whole category on Pornhub itself but he never thought that he would be the one to choose to do something like it.

While it didn't sound pleasant, didn't sound like it would be comfortable, Shouta had always sworn he'd try something once. And even if fisting didn't sound pleasant, it didn't sound easy and it was a bit of a cringe worthy idea he'd try it. Because despite it all? Despite the aspects of it? It sounded exciting. Absolutely, positively exciting. He didn't know if they could do it, if Hizashi would be willing to do it, but by God if it didn't honestly sound absolutely thrilling to just try.

His husband had already used three fingers when preparing him lately so how much work would it be to get two more in? How much work would it be to get the whole hand in there? He'd been reading article after article, looking up guides to the best way to make it pleasant and how to go about it; anything he could search, anything he could read, he chased after it. He read anything he came across, dove down rabbit holes, and made himself crazy thinking of the mechanics of it.

Thinking how they'd do it, when they would do it, and how it would work far too late at night when Hizashi was sleeping next to him. He was going over it again and again until he ultimately left the bed in favor of snatching his phone up and going to the kitchen. He didn't want to hide anything from Hizashi, didn't want to seem suspicious, but his mind simply wouldn't turn off the past two days after that little word had caught his attention on the list.

And given they had about two weeks left to their vacation, he wanted nothing more than to try something a little risker. But two weeks didn't feel like enough. In fact, it was more like one week if he thought about it. When they entered that final week of their vacation he knew they would be spending it getting lesson plans together, assignments made and worksheets along with homework printed out.

They'd be making sure their classrooms were ready for the oncoming year yet again. Second years were always rough. Especially with end of year exams, oh, those had been particularly rough but they'd gotten through it and students passed with flying colors surprisingly enough. It was merely a matter of many things needing to come together. The dots were there but not connected. And he had one week, realistically, left to spend with his husband.

One week to do what he wanted. And yet half of their days being eaten up by their mundane, happy little lives he knew he only had a short window of time for his choices after Hizashi made his. It seemed more often that Eri happily demanded their attention, which they gave easily. Once they gave it, however, Eri demanded to be taken to the lake, to the park, to visit Nemuri or to visit with the other students when Hitoshi was leaving the house.

Cleaning the house, training with Hitoshi, taking care of the cats and the hours that were eaten up by running around with their daughter, he truly came to realize just how little time they had. Even if Hizashi assured him time and time again they had endless time, it felt like the opposite. He felt panicked about their remaining vacation time that was cut in half by the blonde's late Friday nights at the radio station and the patrols they got called on to join and the remaining kinks?

It all felt like it was crashing down, coming to a fine head, and he was worried. It was as if he were walking a knife's edge; trying to balance their children, his hero work, and the house work while satisfying himself with Hizashi by night whenever he could. It was like there wasn't enough time when at the end of most days they were exhausted; hot from the sun, sweaty from running around and the blonde being fried from so much stimulation.

Often than not, the poor blonde was curled up in bed trying to deal with his overstimulation the best way he could and he tried to provide the same comfort and affection the blonde has given to him countless times. It was hard to feel like they had time when it felt like there was so much to do, so much to see and complete and get in line. It felt like he were choking, drowning, under the weight of all of it landing on his shoulders.

It was different. It was off putting as he naturally wouldn't let it get to him like this; he wouldn't be so focused on their time together, on what they could do together, but he was. He was tenser with each passing day and he wasn't sure what he could do to feel he had a balance. He just wanted the stress out of him again. And so, he turned to the list. Knowing he would find something to take his mind off the time that was seeming to fly by.

Take it off the fact it was being eaten up eagerly by life itself. To find something to do with the blonde. When his eyes landed on fisting, he knew it was one of those kinks along with another that would possibly require some time to recuperate. Meaning, they would either have to do them back-to-back or he'd have to plan this out; do one this week, give it a few days to see how he felt and then see if he could do another.

If that wasn't possible, then when their final week of Vacation ended then he knew that weekend they could do something. But would it be proper to do it days before school started? He didn't know. But what he did know was he wanted to try fisting; he wanted to see if that was possible for them to even attempt. And what would happen if they did manage to do it. A hand on his cheek had him blinking out of his thoughts.

Blinking again, he forced his eyes to focus on Hizashi again. To focus on not staring blankly at the man the way he no doubt had been when the thoughts swamped his mind. When he focused on the blonde, however, his cheeks burned to life again. The blonde looked at him with those wide eyes, his lips quirking into a smile, a pink blush on his cheeks as his eyes flicked over his face restlessly again and again. As if to see if he were truly serious.

As if to see if there was any sign of it being a joke. He stared back at the blonde, meeting the wide eyes evenly as he could without fidgeting and fingers caressed his cheek softly from his cheek bone down to his jaw in a little circuit as the blonde then let out a little huff of a laugh. "You want me to fist you, Sho? Are you sure?"

"I'm very sure. I want to at least try and see if we can do it. I-I already got the stuff, if that makes it easier on you."

If eyes could get any wider, he was sure Hizashi's would be it. Astonished. Surprised. Excited. He saw the emotion flicker in those wide green eyes of his, the way those eyes seemed to dilate a bit as he stared up at him. The blonde then put his book down on the coffee table, twisting up out of his laying position in his lap and jumped to his feet. Held a hand out to him, fingers curling a few times until he smiled placing his hand into the blonde's.

Letting out a soft laugh as he was yanked up to his feet and tugged through the walking room between the couch and coffee table. He walked quickly with the blonde as he was tugged at, the blonde's fingers weaving through his as their palms pressed flush together and he smiled as he followed after the blonde; their footsteps thumping lightly against the floor as they rushed down the hallway. Through the kitchen to their little hallway.

He felt his heart sprinting against his chest, his stomach fluttering with the excitement, and he instinctively squeezed the hand in his. This earned him a bright smile from the blonde when he looked over his shoulder as they rushed into the bedroom, the hand in his slipping away. It was always funny, adorable even, to watch Hizashi shoo the cats out of their room one by one carefully with soft little "I know, I know!" when the cats chirped up at him when he tossed each one gently out into the hallway.

After doing so, he then sliding the doors shut with a thud. Flicking their lock. He walked over to the dresser as Hizashi fiddled with their bedroom lighting behind him, humming softly now while he tugged open his second drawer to take out a few sets of pajamas to reach in for the gloves and lube he'd gotten the other day after an embarrassing trip to the sex store. And God did he feel embarrassed just standing there buying a desensitizing cream for fisting or big toys and gloves.

As if it weren't painfully obvious what he was getting them for. While, yes, it wasn't exactly a secret what they would be used for it still had his face burning when he walked out of the store with a wish of 'good luck' and that he had a good day. He'd gone with what a few articles had said and bought a box of nitrile gloves; something that didn't have latex in it, even if he sure as hell wasn't allergic, you never know.

He set them on the dresser, shutting the drawer with his hip he turned to the blonde who was all but bouncing on his toes as his eyes sparkled at him with that excitement, he'd seen flickering moments before. As if he had just been greeted with a challenge that he wanted to take up and try for the first time. He raised his brows at the man. The blonde happily bounced on his toes before holding his hands out to him, fingers curling at him a few times.

He stood there bouncing, wiggling, like he was a child waiting to receive a present. Like an excitable puppy. He grinned at the smiling blonde then picked up the gloves, the container of cream and walked over to the blonde. Taking a moment to place the items down again when the arms then slid and curled around his waist tugging him closer. The soft pink flush, the smile on his lips, and those glittering eyes were heartwarming.

Butterfly inducing one might even say. He slid a hand up to rest his hand on the back of his neck lightly, sliding his thumb against the skin lightly before rubbing circles into him softly as hands slid underneath his shirt to press against his lower back before sliding upwards. A rush of tingles under his skin from such a simple action was nearly ridiculous. How one touch, one little caress of those palms against his skin, made him tingle like that he had no clue.

It wasn't like he went every day without touching the man somehow, someway, and yet his body was all too happy to tingle away at the slightest touch his husband provided him. "So, whether you know it or not, I've been reading up on this!"

He blinked. What? When had Hizashi been reading about fisting? "When? When in the world could you have ever read up on fisting of all things?

"It, uh, was in a fanfiction some kids were reading in my class and I confiscated their phone to the end of the day. Ended up seeing a section of it, saw it had to do with fisting and I got curious."

"Uh huh. 'Curious'."

"Oh hush! I won't say I'm an expert, that I know every little thing there is to know about fisting, but I am well educated! I've been brushing up on as much as I can on the list that we have remaining so I can be ready for you! I've been emailing professionals too and talking to the right sources, while reading articles and stuff! That way I can know some things better! So, I've been brushing up on some stuff! Fisting being one of them!"

"You sure do know how to talk dirty to me, don't you?"

The laugh that flew out of Hizashi was absolutely infectious. It was adorably bubbly, high and absolutely excited in its shortness as it tapered off to a giggle that sounded positively wicked coming from the blonde. It wasn't at all like his boisterous hero laugh; it was sweet, adorable and he absolutely could admit he loved the sound of Hizashi's laughter. He raised his brows at the blonde then as he continued rubbing circles into the blonde's skin, feeling the little shiver roll over the man.

It was always nice to know he had an effect on the blonde, no matter how small it was. While the blonde smiled at him he kept the grin off of his lips the best he could and instead chose to let out a sigh. A fake sound even to his own ears. "To think I'm letting you, a man that giggles, stick his hand up my ass is absolutely unbelievable."

"Well, you also let this man that giggles fuck your brains out on a daily basis, so I think it's rather believable you're letting me stick my hand up your ass!"

He smirked at the now grinning blonde, hands sliding up and down his back rather comfortingly as a rush of excitement coursed through him; fast, crashing in a way that his stomach squeezed itself delightfully into knots. Butterflies was an understatement to how it felt. Hands slid down his back, nails lightly dragging over his skin and he shivered at the sensation as those hands came to rest on his waist, twisting him impossibly closer.

Was there anything better then being in his arms? Was there anything better than having those hands on the small of his back, scratching at him? Having those eyes on him? He didn't think so. Not one bit. It was becoming more apparent to him just how much of a lovesick fool he was for this man. How he would do anything for him if it meant he would smile and laugh with him. If he got to see those eyes glow at him. Hizashi then cleared his throat, opening his mouth to speak again.

"So! What I understand about fisting, you see, is foreplay is essential! So are the gloves and a shit ton of lube though it seems you got some numbing stuff which is good! Make it easier! Did you, uh-"

"Of course, I did!"

"Good then! I mean, you always clean yourself out before we do anything so it's not like I didn't expect it! I just wanted to make sure!"

He glared at the little laugh that left the blonde; a distinctly nervous little thing when the blonde began kneading at his waist as if to coax him away from irritated somehow. His husband always asked stupid questions but he was used to that now; he was used to the silly questions, the rather thoughtless observations, and he didn't mind them one bit. He just hated the little rush of defensive embarrassment when Hizashi questioned him about that particular topic when it came to being ready.

It wasn't exactly an unknown thing what he did to be ready but it felt strangely personal to be asked it. It was perhaps one of the things he believed firmly was private and something he most definitely wanted to talk about in any setting. All Hizashi needed was to ask him if he was ready. He blinked when those hands began kneading at his waist, sliding back and forth, following the shape of it.

He couldn't suppress a shiver as he met his husband's gaze. Such excitement in that gaze alone; as if he had offered to fist the blonde. And honestly? If Hizashi asked him too, if the blonde truly wanted to experience it, he would one hundred percent do it. He'd fist him happily if that's what his husband wanted in the moment and he would do his best with it. "So, are you ready to kick this off, baby?"

"I think I've proved I'm more than ready. I also think I've proven I know how to shut you up, so why don't you save me the trouble of that and just kiss me already?"

The smile he got from Hizashi was dazzling; it was warm, excited, and had his heart jumping right to his throat. It wasn't that annoying smile he gave the public, nor to the students, but much like the one he'd shown him in the kitchen that day he chosen their old table to have sex on. It was a Hizashi smile. A smile for him. A natural, sweet thing that made his heart sprint wildly against his chest. He loved it. It never failed to make him feel like he really was special.

He used his grip on the blonde's neck to pull at him as the blonde chuckled yet he leaned in; he tipped his own head back a bit, his lips parting with a breath that shuddered lightly on its way in then out and the blonde's hands squeeze him gently before those lips came down on his. Soft, warm. So unbelievably nice against his own. The hands on his waist coaxed him to turn with his movements, lips leaving his after the brief kiss.

He happily took the hint as he pushed the gloves, the container, up further on the bed before climbing up himself. Squirming to the center of it just below the pillows as the blonde followed after him; he spread his legs to allow Hizashi to crawl between them, the loose locks that hadn't been tucked back into the ponytail hung around his face which he reached up to tuck carefully behind his ears to keep from nudging or accidently pushing his hearing aids out.

The light brush of his fingers had the blonde shivering as he leaned down and he closed his eyes sighing out softly when lips covered his own again. A soft, slow kiss that did little to help his sprinting heartbeat and he slid his arms around the blonde's shoulders tugging him down. Down, down, down until his chest was pressed tightly to his own. Not an inch of space. He had also read somewhere, in one of the many articles, that foreplay was a good idea to start things off with fisting.

That it was much better to get in the mood. He may not have understood it too well why foreplay was a good idea or a suggestion before fisting but he didn't question it once. If anything he knew he would be starting off that way. He was always defenseless, helpless even against the idea of doing even a bit of fooling around with the blonde before the dived into anything sexual. Moving his lips with Hizashi's, he swore he could melt away into the bed.

The slow brush and press of those lips against his own with an intent to it that promised to make him. He then slid his hand down the blonde's back to pluck idly at the fabric of his tank top, rubbing the fabric between his fingers as he lifted his left hand up to twist locks of his ponytail around his fingers and he shivered at the hand coming to rest on his thigh. Rubbing up and down lightly as the blonde kissed him with that same slowness that was making him warm up.

Dethawing as if he had been frigid all day and was only realizing it now that it felt like he was flickering to life with each press and caress of those lips against his own. Hizashi had always lamented about himself; that he was too thin, too lanky and that he didn't have enough ass or full enough lips. He would always beg to differ. The man may be thin but he was slender, he was elegant without trying with his long limb.

Hizashi was desirable in his own ways but he just couldn't see it. Even the lips on his, a touch on the thinner side, kissed him with such finesse and slid against his with all the passion they could ever need; it didn't matter if they were a bit thin. It didn't matter if Hizashi was thinner and had long limbs. He loved that about the blonde. He loved his long blonde hair, his skin that tanned so easily in the summer, the muscular yet slender build of his body.

The strength he possessed in just the right moments that always left him utterly breathless to see displayed. Humming softly, he shivered when fingers kneaded at his thigh as that hand slid up closer to his hip; it was far from oversensitive but it didn't feel quite right to be touching and Hizashi understood that perfectly but it never failed to make him squirm when those fingers neared it. Getting that tattoo was by far the greatest thing he could have done right along with his ears.

It was so easy to sink, to slip into the warmth that was happily swelling beneath his skin; like sitting close to a campfire. Warm btu the heat of it could rear up or become hotter with every second spent near it if one was too close. And Shouta was dancing happily near that fire. Warm, warm, warm with those soft lips kissing the very soul out of him it seemed and a hand caressing his thigh up and down, up and down.

Squeezing when they neared his hip sending a wave of longing through him that had his stomach in tight knots. He kissed the blonde delightedly, speeding his lips up when the blonde's began moving faster against his own and he slid his fingers down into the blonde locks that he twisted instinctively around them and clung to the blonde as he pushed lightly at his head which heard him a soft noise from Hizashi.

Lips pressed harder, firmer against his with the increasing speed and he delightedly returned that pressure; returned the passion that was simmering in the kiss with each passing second as his breath hitched quietly when the blonde released another little noise. A sound that had the desire twisting into him, just like that longing. He clung to the blonde as he kissed him with the heat, with his own intentions, that earned him a little chuckle.

A pleased hum following after he got that little chuckle. Little noises that had his heart sprinting wildly against his chest. He pulled lightly at the tank top, rolling it slightly before tugging it up eagerly when the blonde's lips moved faster against his own and a shuddering breath fanned against his breath. He pulled at the fabric, swallowing down a noise when the victorious emotion swelled in him as his fingers touched bare skin.

Reveling in that emotion, he flattened his palm against the warmth of his skin; fanning his fingers out against it earning him a shiver from the blonde. He slid his hand upwards towards that space between his shoulder blades that always got him what he wanted. The blonde instinctively arched against him, chest so tight against his own it was hard to distinguish whose heart was sprinting faster.

His or Hizashi's. Which one was who's. It was a thrilling feeling; exciting to feel the blonde pressed so tightly against him that he could feel that heartbeat. He pressed harder against Hizashi's lips, dragging his nails lightly up his back earned him a shudder as those lips pressed fiercely to his own with fast, eager movements that he happily replied too. The smacking of their lips moving together, the little rustles as he squirmed, the soft whisper of skin brushing against skin.

Even the fast, excited breaths against hot cheeks were all like tiny drops of an aphrodisiac effect. He could lay here all night, the blonde pressed tight to him and squirming in tiny little movements, lips attacking his with such vigor and such eagerness that he felt as if the man would eat him alive the moment, he had a chance. It was making that heat flicker beneath the warmth, the coiling of lust that was beginning to burn through him.

He hummed softly as he dragged his nails down the blonde's back earning him a quiet moan fed into it. Fed the fire that was threatening to burst to life under his skin. He loved the warmth beneath his palm and soft, silky feel of his husband's hair in the pony tail that he had been twisting delightfully around his fingers minutes ago before he cupped the back of his head. The way those lips molded to his, fitting and sliding against his so perfectly.

A sensation, a thought, that had his stomach dropping airily and had him eagerly moving his lips against Hizashi's, kissing him for all of his worth. Kissing him with every drop of passion, of heat, and intent that he had in his body. Delighting when those emotions, when the lust was returned to him by the movements of those lips had him releasing a quiet moan himself. Parting his lips, opening his mouth enough to trace the tip of his tongue against Hizashi's bottom lip.

That in return Relishing in how soft, how smooth it felt as he brushed against the length of it again earning him a soft little noise from the blonde followed by his mouth opening in response. He slid his hand down the length of Hizashi's back, meeting his tongue with his own and finding that smooth metal ball of his piercing instinctively before twisting it with Hizashi's as he slid his hand down, down, down.

The low, throaty moan he got as he reached down grabbing at the blonde's ass sent shivers down his spine. His sprinting heart throbbed before resuming those fast, frantic beats as he squeezed the cheek in his hand earning him another noise from his husband that was equally as low. Just as throaty. He squirmed with a low moan of his own as he squeezed at Hizashi's ass tightly again, rocking his hips up against the blonde.

And oh, feeling of those hips moving with him had his next breath hitching in excitedly. It was an easy, slow rock of his hips down against his own as he flicked happily at the metal ball again, delighting in the twisting and slid that had the bottom ball rubbing against the top of his tongue sending shivers down his spine. He clawed idly at the blonde's scalp, the breaths hitching and fanning against his cheek were identical to his own.

He whined when that forgotten hand on his thigh slid up it once again only to keep going as it pushed his shirt up. Sliding underneath it when he couldn't get it up much higher from their tight positions against one another and that hand curved along his side sending tingles radiating across his skin as he whimpered when it slid underneath him to his lower back, pushing his hips up. He slid his hand from Hizashi's hair to his back, brushing his finger tips along the skin making those muscles flex from the light touch.

Happily, delightedly reaching down grabbing at the blonde's ass with that hand as well. Giving a rough, tight squeeze that had the blonde moaning into the kiss. It was a high, reedy sound that was the absolute opposite of those low throaty ones he'd released moments ago when he used his grip to jerk him forward in a thrust that paused their rocking and he shivered at the pleasure it sent pooling in his stomach from such a simple action.

It was just like with the dry humping. Just like when Hizashi had asked if he would hump him while he got him ready. It had his breaths hitching in his throat, his hands tugging at him again and again, his stomach squeezing tightly with the excitement. Pooling with the pleasure of such a simple action as he tugged at the blonde again, digging his fingers into his ass tightly earning an rather harsh thrust from Hizashi pulling a moan out of him this time.

The blonde moaned as he yanked at him again quickly in two fast thrusts against him, the blood seeming all too happy in flowing straight down to the ache in his groin; to his twitching dick that was quite happy with the stimulation being provided. Again and again, he used his grip on the blonde to yank him forward in a few more thrusts and he shuddered at the moans that left the blonde as he happily complied with those last few.

Oh, the sparks it sent shooting through him as the blonde thrusted in time with his yanking hands, grinding his hips down fiercely against him making his toes curl and he moaned into the kiss. Feeling the bulge of Hizashi's erection against his own hardening dick had those sparks flying with each thrust given. He huffed desperately through his nose as the quiet click of his piercing hit off of his teeth rang out a few times.

The movements all betraying the eager excitement as the blonde licked and twisted his tongue with his own. He arched his hips up happily to grind back with the blonde; rolling, grinding, arching up against the blonde as the man moaned down at him when he yanked at him again sent heat blistering through his veins threatening to burst him into flames any moment. It was hard to kiss in such a manner for so long.

Hard to keep the lips pressed firmly to Hizashi's, to twist and lick, to flick and listen to that ball hitting off of his teeth or Hizashi's was an addicting sensation that he could lose himself in for hours. After their disastrous first French kiss, Shouta had sworn he would never do it again. Even when they revisited it a few years later, both seeming a bit better but not by much with those beginning kisses.

He had sworn to himself he wouldn't- couldn't enjoy a kiss like that. But now as an adult? As a grown man? Oh, he loves it. He loved nothing more than to dissolve into a lustful, heated such as this. He loved that quiet clicking of the piercing off of teeth, when that bottom ball rubbed against the top of his tongue and how he could flick at the top one delightedly whenever he could was the best thing in the world.

The hips grinding, thrusting against him, and his own jumping up eagerly to join in the grind happily or to even thrust back against the blonde pulling those long, high moans out of the blonde or those deep, throaty ones that had his toes curling tightly. He squeezed instinctively at Hizashi's ass as he yanked at him again only for the blonde to thrust in time with his yanking against him repeatedly until the blonde broke the kiss with a gasp.

It was raspy sound as he bucked his hips up against the gasping blonde, the air flying out on a groan as his husband's hips grinding down against him fiercely in those tight, delightful circles that had him whining up at the blonde. Wishing he had more hands to pull him back down. Thrusting up against Hizashi, the blonde moaning above him from the action alone as he squeezed that ass tightly in his hands.

His breaths rasped down his throat when the blonde thrusted down instinctively breaking up that grinding with a moan that was lost under his own as he dug his fingers into Hizashi's ass. Squeezing, kneading when Hizashi met a few more of his thrusts until lips were attacking his face. Pressing fluttering, wild kisses along his cheeks down to his jaw, the tip of his nose, his forehead. So good, so good.

He happily returned those little kisses happily on his husband's face when he could. Covering his freckles, nudging his glasses slightly, and targeting those burning hot cheeks delightedly when he had the chance. Finding his lips once or twice with a whine. It was easy to imagine his lips swelling from from the kisses traded which made him absolutely giddy at the thought. He wanted to be kissed silly by the blonde. Wanted to kiss the blonde silly.

"D-Damn, Sho, one might think you want me to fuck you rather than fist you!"

Oh. Oh, oh, oh, how did he forget? He felt a sudden sharp, choking stab of excitement when the blonde smiled down at him looking over to the numbing cream, the gloves, and he followed his gaze over to them before looking back at him as those eyes flicked back to him. There was a little hesitance to that look when he squirmed beneath the man when hips ground down against his anyhow despite those words. Making his toes curl tightly with the pleasurable sparks it created.

"You still wanna do this, Sho? I know how to do it, I'm confident I do, but are you really sure you want to go through with this?"

"Yes! Yes, Zashi, I want you to do it! I want to!"

"Then let go of my ass and let's fucking strip, baby!"

He let go of the blonde allowing the man to crawl backwards from between his legs, hands reaching down flipping his tank top up over his head then off behind him somewhere onto the floor and he happily followed after the blonde by lifting his own shirt up over his head. Off somewhere. He didn't care where they went for all that mattered was getting his pants down. He hooked his fingers into the waistline then ifting his hips up.

Pushing the fabric down to his thighs, he sat up quickly to push them the rest of the way down his legs where he yanked irritably at them before they went sailing off the edge of the bed successfully. He looked over to Hizashi who was opening up the box of gloves, the cardboard ripping apart allowing him to reach in to pinch and jiggle his hand in order to get a glove free. Just the sight of the black glove as it was pulled out had his heart jumping to his throat again.

Positively hammering with savage beats that made his stomach drop airily. So sudden, so intensely that it left him feeling a bit nauseous from those reactions. All from one little black glove. He watched Hizashi looked between his hands before sliding his wedding ring off of his left hand, crawling over to the bedside table placing it down delicately, and he then took the time to tug open the drawer.

Pulling out their wipes, their condoms, and the lube before he turned back to Shouta where he placed the items down next to the tub of numbing cream he'd gotten. Then he back on his heels as he shoved his hand into the glove, wiggling his fingers and yanking at the glove causing it to snap against his skin weakly a few times annoyingly as it rolled up no doubt. Once he got it on, fussing with the ends of it, he shivered when that burning gaze was settled on him again.

His already pounding heart stumbled over it's beat when he saw those pupils were wide, the excitement sparking at him. As if the blonde could hardly contain himself. As if he were the one about to be fisted. Though he could see why Hizashi was excited; he himself was excited as well. The unspoken question of how much could he take, how much would too much, was the exploration tonight. Finding those limits.

He honestly found himself breathless as he watched Hizashi reach out for the tub with a little hum as he unscrewed the top. "Alright, so, we'll start slow. You tell me if anything doesn't feel good, if it hurts too much, and I'll stop, okay? You need to be really vocal with me, Sho, so I know if something is wrong. Just like when we do a BDSM scene. I need you to tell me if something's wrong and if you can't then use our safe word, alright?"

"I got it! I'll remember that and I'll make sure to say something!"

He then swallowed shifting forward onto his knees then over onto his stomach, his face burning as the blonde shuffled behind him as he shuffled on his knees slightly then letting them slide apart comfortably as he tucked his hands beneath his chest as he pressed it down to the mattress. It was a touch embarrassing when he began angling his hips backwards and up only for Hizashi to reach out to help position him into a comfortable one.

His knees were nudged apart a touch more, hips up a touch higher and it was only with these subtle changes that the blonde hummed softly at him. He shivered when fingers rubbed against his hole creating that slick noise as a trembling breath made its way out of him when Hizashi's fingers disappeared and it was quiet for a moment. His trembling breaths, that quiet little hum that left his husband that sounded a touch muffled.

Barely reachable over the throbbing of his heartbeat in his ears; then those gloves fingers rubbed against his hole. His heart jumped to his throat again, leaving him wordless as those fingers slid against him slickly only to begin pressing then lifting them. Again, and again. He hid his face at the mortification when his hole twitched betraying his sense of impatience. He felt stabbing in through the excitement of those fingers pressing, pressing, pressing.

Never pushing in. Teasing him. He whined as he fought the urge to fidget; to angle his hips back further against those fingers that abandoned that little bouncing movement in favor if rubbing against him again when his breath froze in his throat as a finger pressed against him again. Pushing, pushing, pushing. It was as if Hizashi were intent on drawing it out and making him go crazy tonight.

His breath flew out of him when that finger sank into him; he instinctively clenched around the digit fiercely, the blonde letting out a little groan as the finger held itself still. As if to get him used to the feel of the glove itself; though he had to wonder just how much lube the man had used around the cream or was it the cream being that slick? He didn't know. He hadn't touched the cream beforehand, hadn't been tempted too, and yet when that finger began to thrust into him it was slick.

Oh, it was so, so fluid how it thrusted right into him as he whimpered. Marveling at just how easily it was sliding in and out, that all too familiar slick noise ringing out with each thrust. The feeling that if Hizashi pulled it out too far his finger would slip right on out of him. Had he used extra lube? Burying his face into the blankets, he let himself fall into the familiar sensations of the finger thrusting into him.

His breaths shaking over the familiar noise that sent shivers down his spine and he could hear the blonde's own breaths hitching quietly behind him. He swallowed a little moan as that finger rubbed against his inner walls in such a delightful, toe-curling manner he wanted to jerk back but he couldn't. Wouldn't. He shivered when a second finger pressed against him, that little stab of mortification when his hole twitched at the lightly press of the tip of that finger.

A shaking breath leaving his husband before being pulled in on the pretense of a deeper one. The finger pressed, pressed, pressed before sliding in slickly next to the first one and he shivered as blonde thrusted them both into him, curling his toes and gripping the sheets beneath his hands to keep from moving in time with those thrust. He wanted too but he also knew if he waited, if he remained patient, then he'd have something much better to move with.

He didn't know what to expect; in the few little videos he'd watched on fisting, after making sure his volume was down, he'd been in awe. The fact a person's hand could fit in such a place, anal or vaginal, was an absolute wonder. He couldn't hear a thing from those few videos but from the facial expressions and the squirming thrusting of both participants it gave him the very clear impression that it possibly could or would feel good.

While, he'd like to say the biggest thing he ever had in him was that nine-inch dildo his husband has, that he believed it was the biggest he'd ever take, he knew a hand was going to be the epitome of a large thing. Fingers scissored outwards gaining his attention as he shuddered, failing to bite back the moan as the blonde settled into a rhythm of thrusting his fingers in twice in rapid succession before pulling back to scissor his fingers outwards.

In, in, scissor. It made his head spin as he moaned when those fingers just barely brushed up nearly his prostate; just below it, never touching it, and it sent waves of aches through him that twisted with a longing that had him gritting his teeth against the urge to shout. The slick noise from the thrusting. The quiet fast breaths from himself and his husband. The little moans he was failing to choke down.

All sent shivers down his spine when paired with those fingers barely rubbing up on his prostate. It was frustrating. Horribly, horribly frustrating already. He whined when the third finger pressed against him, the fingers pausing for a second as the tip of that third finger rubbed against the skin around his hole before pressing against him. It sent shivers down his spine as the finger slid into him, holding still, as if the blonde knew it was a bit of a squeeze.

Though he didn't mind it; not at all. While numbing cream was doing its work, making it nowhere near as uncomfortable as it should have been but it was still tight. Full in a sense. It was a tight squeezing having three in him so suddenly but the blonde seemed to understand that without him needing to say a thing. The fingers themselves didn't move, not one bit, but tips of his fingers worked to rub the pads of them against his inner walls.

Tiny little back and forth movements that never became too much nor moving too much to create a discomfort of some kind. Tiny movements that seemed more like soothing. As if he needed that extra comfort. Three fingers so suddenly were a lot but it felt damn good. The stretch, the light burn of his muscles being stretched out, the feeling of already being full was making him moan out before he could stop it.

The sound was low, throaty even to himself as his hips arched backwards ever slightly. A little moan echoed behind him as those fingers began thrusting slowly, the slickness making itself evident with those thrusts and he shivered with whine as he closed his eyes. Just thinking if he felt as if there wasn't a drop of space left, his husband had to get his thumb and his pinky in. His hand. It sent zaps of pleasure through him resulting in a twitch.

His breath rasped, clogging in his throat when those fingers spread outwards carefully after a few thrusts. A heat was sizzling through his veins, robbing him of his breath when those fingers pushed, pushed, pushed until that light burn made itself known and he was moaning out. The eagerness, the excitement, was clear even to himself. And then those fingers hit it; they rubbed over the spot.

He jerked with a cry leaving him as his hips arched backwards again as he squirmed with his cry choking off onto a moan when fingers ground down onto the spot. Those tight circles that damn near had his hips mimicking the motion. Wave after wave of heat rushed up his spine making him squirm, making it impossible to hold still as he moaned into the blankets. He shivered when the blonde released an airy moan behind him when he clenched up around the fingers.

Tight, tight, tight. It was amazing! Each wave blistering its way through him, the fingers rubbing those tight circles against the spot before trading for that up and down rub against the spot; it was good. So, so good. He twitched and jerked under the waves that snapped through him, leaving him a moaning mess as those fingers seemed intent on driving him mad. When they pulled from the sensitive spot, he whimpered loudly at the blonde.

Shivering when they began that thrusting rhythm that melted back into the original. Thrust, thrust, spread. Thrust, thrust, spread. Again, and again, making him moan as he squirmed at the burn of those fingers spreading out, the rhythm had him burning, burning, burning. It was the best. The absolute best. He panted into his little pocket but the heat was becoming too much with his hot cheeks radiating to the blanket.

The heat of his blush and his breaths had the pocket unbearably hot, a bit muggy from his panting. He turned his head pressing his cheek to the bed, the cooler air had him shivering as it hit his hot face yet it was a welcomed thing. He squirmed when those fingers paused again, only his breaths hitched when he felt the fourth finger. His pink was relatively smaller than the others but it rubbed against his skin again, much like that third had.

And the hunger the ripped into him left him gasping. How it swallowed everything with that greedy shriek of more, more, more. he couldn't believe how hungry he felt for that finger to slide in; to join the others. For more, more, more. The whimper flew out of him, high and reedy, when that pinky began sliding forward causing his hand to shift ever so slightly. It was almost in indistinguishable when that little finger slid in.

Indistinguishable but he knew it was there. Felt it when he felt the blonde rub his fingers against his inner walls softly; four. Four fingers in one night. The most they had ever done was three and the knowledge there was four and soon to be a thumb followed by a whole hand? It made his head spin. His pants felt more like gasps; heaving in the air to soothe the excitement running rampant hand in hand with the lust.

The desire for more. Tearing into him like a pack of wild dogs. He could hear Hizashi's own breath shuddering behind him with those fast, cracking pants as he shuddered. The blonde held his fingers still, his thumb pressing against his skin with the angle of his hand, and the pads of those fingers continued to make those small, rubbing motions against his inner walls. He didn't know what to say. He didn't know if he had anything to say.

If he could trust himself to vocalize the words that were ripping and piecing together in his mind creating incoherent strings of babble. A babble that he knew he'd be releasing if he chose to say a damn thing to his husband. It wasn't necessarily painful, the way his husband had added each finger rather quickly but the scissoring had made it easier and the numbing cream combined was perfect for it. It just- He felt stretched.

Impossibly, embarrassingly stretched around the fingers resting inside him that were rubbing, rubbing, rubbing at him softly. "A-Are you okay, baby? Is it too much?"

He shuddered at the crack, the hoarseness of his husband's voice when he spoke up; it sent a flash of heat underneath his skin, his erection twitching against his stomach where it was smearing pre-come against his skin shamelessly. Possibly even dripping to the blanket. It was a straight jolt of pleasure. of lust, that had his dick twitching again when the blonde cleared his throat. Oh, what he must look like to the blonde.

"Shouta? Is it too much? Do you want me to pull out?"

"No! No, I'm fine!"

The breathy, gasping quality to his voice should have embarrassed him; it should have him wanting to crawling in a hole, hiding his burning face away from Hizashi again and it should have him wanting to clear his throat to erase any hope of that tone remaining when he spoke again. It had a groan leave his husband, so low he knew it had to vibrate deliciously and it had him choking down a whimper as he opened his eyes, staring ahead at their headboard and wall do to his position.

Wanting nothing more than to lift himself up to see the blonde. What did he look like? Were those pupils still huge? Were they foggy with the lust? Did his husband feel a similar hunger? A snarling, ripping thing that screamed for more? Demanding for more? He didn't know how to breathe around it; it was a stretch that felt amazing. He could only imagine how it looks for him to be spread open by not two, not three but four fingers?

That had to be a sight to see. However, he could still feel his husband's concerned gaze on him; could feel it emanating off of him and he needed to tell him he was oaky. That it really was fine before he went and stopped everything before it could start. He licked his lips, swallowed and cleared his throat before speaking. "I-I'm fine, Zashi! It's-it's good! F-Feels fucking goood! So good!"

"Okay, okay! Just tell me if it hurts, baby, alright? I'm- I'll give you few minutes before I put all of it in, so you relax and enjoy it for a few seconds, baby."

And the moan that flew out of him when those fingers began to thrust, shallow and cautious, was far louder than the others. Trembling, higher than his previous ones as it tore the way for the moans, the groans, to rip out of him one after the other as Hizashi thrusted those four fingers into him. So slow, so cautious, as if he were afraid of hurting him somehow. Jerking his hips backwards, he met a shallow thrust pulling a groan out of Hizashi.

Moaning out when those fingers rubbed deliciously against his inner walls making his legs tremble. And god the burn from his muscles accommodating all four triggered a lustful, hungry emotion as he rocked on his knees meeting those thrusts. As if he were starving and had just been handed a five-star meal. He felt the blanket growing damp beneath his mouth, knowing he should control himself and hold on a little more.

That he shouldn't be so shameless so soon. But he couldn't think to shut his mouth for a second to swallow the saliva pooling there. Not when his lungs demanded more, more, more air to feed into the flames under his skin. Searing into his very bones. It was the best sensation; it was mind altering, dizzyingly amazing. It was just like that night when he had Hizashi watch him the first time.

It was lustful, it was hungry and the stretch of something bigger than what he would usually take had him huffing for air to soothe that dizzy feeling. The stretch, the push, was far more delightful than he could ever admit. It was like scratching a horrible itch just out of reach. Stretching sore muscles. It was finally getting a craving that had been nagging, nagging, nagging. It was fucking amazing to get it even if he hadn't known he wanted it.

He cried out when those fingers brushed up against his prostate again, hips jerking backwards eagerly for that stimulation and those snapping waves of heat as those fingers continued thrusting. Growing confident. The slick noise of those fingers thrusting into him, the feel of them flexing outwards when they pushed deep, deep, deep, had him shaking. Gasping in a breath as they slid backwards to fan out again fed into a snarling, snapping moan out of him.

It was damn guttural is what it sounded like but the sound had the blonde whining behind him in a high, ringing pitch. Heard him fidgeting judging by the sheets rustling. It was impossible for it not to feel so good to him. He knew that if they didn't have that cream, if he didn't find it on that one article, that he would be in severe discomfort and no amount of lube would possibly help accurately.

He knew it would be painful, uncomfortable, had they not used it. Those fingers fanned out, all four of them, tearing a moan out of his throat that held a grit to it that had Hizashi whining out again behind him as if it was unbearable to listen too. As if he wanted to touch him, to tug his fingers out, and go for more. With how hot he felt, with how he was burning, he wouldn't have a problem with that.

Not one. The pants were drying out his throat, however, and certainly didn't help that he was letting any possibility of soothing his throat with a swallow. The saliva pooling his mouth was soaking onto the blanket beneath his cheek. It was a wet, patch of blanket that held a burning warmth due to the heat in his cheek as he squirmed and he refused to lift his head away from it. He knew it would be disgusting.

Had to be disgusting to drool so shamelessly on the blanket, to know his cheek would be slick when he lifted his head, but it felt strangely comforting. He whimpered when those fingers graved over his prostate again, sending a zap of electric heat through him only to slide away making him jerk back as if it would make those fingers slide forward again. To grind down on the spot again. To think it was even better than those silent videos led him to believe.

To think it was better than some bland words on a web page. That slick noise rang out, a squelch from the gloves rubbing with it had him shuddering, and he moaned when those fingers finally, finally, finally pressed down on his prostate. He jolted with a moan, squirming as those fingers repeated the same maddening stimulation. Small, tight circles against the spot had his legs trembling as his erection twitched against his stomach.

Had his pinned hands clawing and gripping tightly at the blanket. The heat, heat, heat was burning him alive. It was going to cook him if he wasn't careful and Hizashi hadn't even put his hand in yet. Four fingers wreaking havoc on him. Frying him alive, rendering his brain to little more than a chant of quite a few words that replayed over and over. Electrifying him again and again, he was sure he'd end up short circuiting any second with the right stimulation.

The right teasing. Grinding, grinding, grinding. Rubbing, circling. Each movement of those fingers against his prostate had him jerking, whining and whimpering, moaning loudly at the blonde as he panted raggedly; each breath felt like nails down his dry throat straight down to lungs that demanded to be refilled the second a wisp of air left him. It was hard to keep his eyes open; why he was trying, he had no clue.

He knew it was a waste. It was futile battle when his eyes kept rolling up and his eyelids growing heavier. He let them shut after one second more of trying, trying, trying to find a reason to keep them open only to shut them. It was only when those fingers slid away from his prostate that he whimpered wildly, the noise trembling and crackling with the pitch did he heard the familiar crack of the lube's cover.

This was then followed by the sound of something being spread and then a chill as lube was dripped onto the feverish skin from Hizashi no doubt pouring it over his hand. He shivered at the cool temperature sliding on his skin and he dragged his teeth over his lip before taking a shuddering breath. He listened to the slick noise of the cream, no doubt, and the lube being rubbed and spread over the rest of his husband's hand.

It made his furiously pounding heart throb against his chest, so powerfully he felt it against the back of his hand while his stomach dropped airily making him gasp in a few breaths. He heard Hizashi shift behind him again, a fidget no doubt as he cleared his throat lightly. "Sho, you ready? You still wanna do this, baby?"

Did he still want to? What a stupid question and he'll be sure to tell Hizashi that when he was in his right mind. How could he possibly want to stop? how could he possibly want that? When this is suddenly, completely all he wanted the most? "Yes! Yes, Zashi, please! Please, please, please!"

"Alright, baby, I hear you. Relax, alright? Deep breaths, Shouta, if you can. You tell me if it hurts, alright?"

He couldn't form words. He couldn't piece them together in a coherent sentence, couldn't make them make a lick of sense and he whimpered with a nod that had his hair rustling against the blanket. He felt the fingers in him pressing together, the thumb leaving its place it had been pressing again and he tried to control his ragged panting for deep breaths that came far too fast. Wild, heaving gasps did little to help.

He closed his eyes, trying so very hard to calm his breaths the best he could. Trying to calm himself. How he tried, tried, tried but it was hard when all he could focus on was the way his stomach dropped and twisted eagerly with that unbearable excitement. Then he felt the blonde slowly, slowly sliding his hand forward while making some kind of shape with his hand. A cone? Maybe that was it?

He didn't know but the blonde was twisting his hand gently, side to side as he pushed, pushed, pushed. It was slick from all the lube, the cream, that he'd slathered onto the remainder of his hand but he hitched in a breath when his thumb began making its way in. Farther, farther, farther until he was gasping at the stretch of it. He clung to the blanket beneath him, his hands trembling underneath his heaving chest.

It was almost unbearable. Knowing what was coming. To feel those gentle, back and forth twisting motions of his husband's had as he felt each sliding inch. Each give of the muscles that were insisting it could possibly be too much but it was ignored. Ignored over the shrieking in his head that encouraged for more, more, more. Shivering as the blonde continued twisting back and forth gently.

Trying to do his best to remain calm, to be as relaxed as possible but it was so hard. Harder than it needed to be as he gulped his breaths down, trying to fight the trembling making it's way over him when he could feel the heel of Hizashi's hand pushing, pushing gently at him until-

"Holy shit!" His voice cracked with the wail leaving him, high and scraping its way out of his throat on a punched-out breath. A breath that was hard to heaven in when he felt the heel of the blonde's hand slid in allowing for the rest of his hand to slide in up to the wrist and he-! It was just- He couldn't-! "H-Hhhholy shit! Hooohh my god, what the fu-fuck I-! It's-!"

"Are you okay, Shouta? Does it hurt? Baby, do you need me to pull ou-"

"I-I'm fine! Fine it's just- Gi-Give me a minute! Don't move! Just a mi-minute!" He gasped out his words, his chest aching from the heaving of his breaths as he tried to piece something together that would be coherent to continue speaking. Anything.

His head felt as if it were positively spinning with such a sensation that he was sure the walls would be moving with it had he had his eyes open and he couldn't focus on the words yet aside from those essential ones. Nothing felt real yet. Not the hot, wet patch beneath his cheek, nor the feel of it beneath his hands or the wet smear of pre-come on his stomach, the twitching of his dick or even the heat smoldering its way underneath his skin.

A heat that was eating him from the inside out. Nothing existed but the burning, throbbing stretch of that hand; it was everything. It was the only thing he could think or focus on. All his mind insisted on focusing on. It was- Wow, wow, wow. Oh, if he had thought four fingers was something that wasn't anything. That nine-inch dildo didn't compare to the stretch he had; the throbbing ache of his muscles insisting he take it out.

Insisting it was taking up too much room inside of him. Insisting he wasn't going to last five seconds of that hand moving or stimulating his prostate. It was- How could he ever hope to describe it? A fullness? A feeling he was stuffed to the brim? That there was no hope anything could compare to that sensation? He didn't know how to describe it even to himself as he trembled from the heat, the sensations.

It felt as if every possible bit of space inside of him was taken up. Filled completely. More so than the dildo ever could; it felt like Hizashi would slid his hand in a little more and scramble his organs with how deep it felt. He trembled under that stretch that, while numb, felt unbearably could. The stretch that left him breathless, the fullness that was strangely comforting had him groaning. A noise that snapped out of him just like that moan earlier.

Hungry. Lustful, Burning, burning burning he was and even with that hand still inside of him his brain was whispering that quiet chant of more, more, more. It was such a satisfying type of stretch; like he was finally, completely understanding what it truly meant to be filled. As if he was finally scratching an itch that he hadn't known was there. It was so good that he couldn't speak yet. Couldn't do anything but breathe. Feel the wet patch rewetting itself beneath his cheek.

All of it was ripping through him in waves that had him nearly wheezing from the speed of his breaths. He knew Hizashi was worrying behind him, was keeping his silent frantic thoughts to himself but Shouta couldn't- He couldn't tell him to stop. He couldn't. He wanted to keep going but he just needed one second to adjust. To really, completely grow adjusted to the literal hand inside of him.

It was an odd sensation; a pressure as well as a stretch. It was-It was very odd and he didn't know how to feel about that pressure. It wasn't painful nor was it good. It was more like it was a reminder of just what was inside of him, as if he needed it. He was aciutely aware of each finger, each curve and knuckle of that hand pushing at his muscles. Demanding that space to be made for it as his husband's wrist stretched his hole open.

Felt the joint of his wrist so vividly it left him breathless. He was dizzy, he felt full, and the groan he got from his husband when he instinctively squeezed around the hand, a tremble from the uncertainty sent shivers down his spine as he tried to breathe. Tried to ground himself. He then felt a hand on his thigh, stroking up and down softly before curving up to the small of his back and rubbing gently at him as he huffed in his breaths desperately.

Good, it was good but it was so unbelievably much that he didn't know how to be. How to think, how to breathe properly with that had resting there loosely inside of him and still as anything save for a few twitches of those fingers that pulled a cracking whimper out of him. It was an involuntary movement, those little twitches, he knew that but it strangely felt like a much bigger movement. He opened his eyes when he felt his husband shifting carefully behind him.

A tiny movement that he could tell the blonde was doing carefully while trying not to move his arm, and he blinked when his freehand slid up his back as he came into view; brows tugged together, worry sparkling in his eyes but he couldn't speak. His lips trembled uselessly, his heart seeming to have migrated right up to his throat where it pounded furiously robbing him of his air, of his ability to speak when that hand on his back rubbed up and down gently.

Calming him. Up and down, up and down, his back then up to his hair brushing it away from his face gently and tucking it behind his ear only to stroke the black locks softly making him whimper up at the blonde who then slid his hand towards his back once again. Such gentle, soft touches that had him melting into the bed as his breaths cracked and stuttered with their pace while the blonde continued rubbing his back.

Whimpering out when his husband started up a soft hum that had his stomach squeezing delightedly with longing, that lust and hunger twisting inside of him impatiently. However, that humming and the soft rub of his hand was a comfort. An unbelievable one in the midst of his burning, burning heat. He felt those fingers twitch again making him look up at his flushed husband. At the wide expand of those pupils as his glasses slipped down his nose.

The sound of that uneven hitching to his breathing had him blinkingly slowly. He again wondered if it looked how it felt. If it was truly as arousing as it was to have it inside of him. And God, those eyes were burning, sizzling at him ferociously; as if the blonde wanted nothing more than to move his hand. Wanted nothing more than to give the pleasure and receive it as well making him huff out a breath. Everything about this was so, so, so good.

"Do-Do you know how to move it?"

Eyes widened at him, a hesitant little nod being delivered from the blonde and he offered a smile in return as he fought the urge to squirm and writhe as his husband's fingers twitched again; it wasn't unpleasant but rather it felt like a much larger movement. As if he were unintentionally thrusting his hand into him. Oh, that sent heat rushing down his spine as he stared up at the blonde and he licked his lips, swallowed the best he could then hiding a wince at the pin needle pain in his throat as he did it.

"I-I do. I read about it so I think I can do that but, Shouta, are you sure that-?"

"Th-Then move it! S-Slowly, Zashi!"

"A-Are you sure?"

"Very sure! Just be g-gentle!"

Those eyes flicked over his face a few times, as if to make sure he was serious and he nodded to back up his words. He felt full, he felt that pressure of his hand, and he felt the stretch but he could handle a little movement. Tiny motions, like those twitching fingers felt like so much but he liked it. Not that that initial bliss, overwhelming euphoria was lessened just a touch he could handle it. He knew he could.

And his breath trembled when Hizashi began moving his hand; it wasn't a wild thrusting he'd seen in those videos, nothing like it at all, but more of a rolling of his wrist. Small circular motions that pulled a moan out of him, far softer than those previous snapping ones and that slow circular motion of his wrist was added upon but a few wiggles of his knuckles that had his toes curling tightly. Had his breath hitching with each wiggle of his knuckles, the rolling of his wrist that had the heat beneath his skin smoldering down to his bones and he loved it.

It was a fullness he didn't think he could ever get enough of. While fisting surely wouldn't be a common occurrence, that much he knew, but he could use it as a special treat; something to do every once in a blue moon when the mood struck because if he could just remember how much he loved it? Then he'd want it again and again. He couldn't handle this much so often, however, and he knew himself well enough to find the truth in that.

It was damn good. It was toe curl, gut wrenchingly good to be so full but he could think of it as a treat. The first time to explore, to try and to aim at accomplishing it then every time other being a like a little reward on those blue moon urges. The wiggle of those knuckles, however, pulled him out of his thoughts with a moan as those circular motions of his husband's wrist sent a wave of longing over him.

How could he ever convey just how good this felt to his husband? Now or after? His breaths were cresting to those wild pants as his erection twitched against his slick stomach, begging for the same stimulation he was receiving from behind. He whimpered softly as he shivered with another rather tactful wiggle of those knuckles. When caught the blonde's gaze again, right before he shut his own, he nodded.

Fine, fine, fine. He was fine. More than fine but he couldn't quite find his words again. Didn't want to find them. Letting his eyes shut felt like a strange relief. The blackness behind them comforting as the hand inside of him continued wiggling knuckles. That wrist moving had his skin burning as he moaned when the blonde then pulled his hand back a touch then forward. A shallow, thrusting motion that had his toes curling so tightly he was sure they were trembling like the rest of him.

He moaned out when the blonde's other hand slid along his back again with that additional comfort, he didn't know he needed. A soft touch that rivaled the heat that was burning, ripping and tearing him apart with those shallow thrusts his husband was delivering intermittently with his rolling, circular motions. He didn't know if he could ever describe just how good it felt to his husband.

How amazing it was to feel so full, to feel so completely filled that he could hardly breathe around the feeling, and how the pressure was becoming more of a pleasure than an uncertain thing. How the way his muscles stretched around his hand, how they quivered and tightened instinctively around it felt deliciously amazing. It was so much. So very much that he truly felt breathless. He was burning, melting, trembling and he couldn't hope to control it.

Didn't want too. The rolling of his wrist, the little shallow thrust thrown in now and again, the wiggle of those fingers had his eyes rolling up behind his eyelids as he fought down the urge to squirm and writhe; the last thing he wanted was to hurt himself. If he did that then Hizashi would always be hesitant to do this. Just like with the choking. He needed to control himself a bit. He moaned when nails dragged against his skin on their way down his back.

The tingles it sent racing over him had his thighs tensing with the urge to squirm yet again. He loved every second of it. The uneven breaths of his husband, the low groans he released and the knowledge he was just as aroused as he was. Exciting. Oh, it was so exciting to know his husband was aroused by something he couldn't see. Couldn't see the hand buried inside of himself. Perhaps, it was just as much a treat for Hizashi as it was for him.

He whined as the blonde delivered a few shallow thrusts, pulling back just enough to-The cry flew out of him, high and trembling when the blonde twisted his hand and angling his fingers perfectly to rub up against his prostate once again as that hand on his back curved down along his waist. Reaching down, those fingers mercilessly ground into his prostate as his wrist kept rolling, rolling, rolling in those circular motions that had him panting wildly.

He gripped tightly at the blanket beneath him; hands trembling once again beneath his chest. He moaned out loudly, giving in to the quiet urge to lean back just a bit. Just a little bit. The blonde moaned at him in response as fingers wrapped around his dripping erection and squeezing with the pressure, he absolutely loved that had another moan snapping out of him. It should be embarrassing, shameful how slick his husband's fingers became from rubbing against the head of his erection yet he couldn't think.

Couldn't think about it at all because that other hand- Oh God, that other had of his was rolling and rubbing inside of him robbing him of every little thought. Every little protest he could ever have. Another, exasperated cry left him when the knuckles of that hand rubbed into his prostate instead of the pads of his fingers, the jolts of pleasure it sent through him had him jerking from the stimulation as his husband began to stroke with his other hand.

The slick sound of his fingers rubbing against the head, the slick sound of his hand thrusting shallowly and rolling inside of him were ringing out painfully loud. His own panting, his moans, felt horribly loud but the blonde didn't give a word of protest. If anything, he knew the blonde loved how vocal he could get in bed. Loved it as much as he loved hearing Hizashi's voice dipping and snarling those vulgar words at him.

The hand gripping his twitching erection began moving faster, faster, faster. Squeezing tighter. Curving with each upwards stroke until his hips were twitching with the urge to thrust into that hand as he trembled with each wicked grind against his prostate that had him jerking and moaning louder with each second passing by. Each eternal minute stretching out farther and farther. He had no clue if he was babbling, if he was speaking to his husband.

If he was then what could he be saying? Was he incoherent if he was? Babbling about the fullness? The unbearable, snapping pleasure he felt? He twitched when Hizashi moaned behind as he rolled his wrist again. Moans that trembled and crested with his own, lowering as if keeping himself quiet and he shivered with each one that left the man. The pleasure was a blinding thing. Even with his eyes shut, his eyes were rolling back and his thighs were trembling.

Couldn't stop himself from squirming as his knees dug into the bed with those wild, ragged pants flying out of him. His hips finally jerked down into the blonde's hand as he rubbed his thumb against the head and grinding the pad of it against the slit in such a way it sent fire through his veins. Eating him, devouring all that was combustible. The hand inside of him provided such a sense of fullness.

A sense being absolutely filled up with not a drop of space that it made the lust twist violently through him. It was strangely reminiscent of the burn of that aphrodisiac in his veins. He swore nothing could make him burn hotter but he was wrong. God, he was wrong. That hand giving shallow thrusts, rolling in those circular motions and the knuckles that brushed then ground against his prostate?

Oh, it was good. How he had ever cringed at the idea of this he had not a clue but he was a fool. An idiot for thinking this would be painful. He wanted more, more, more and he didn't know how to ask for it. Didn't have the air to ask. His lips were trembling, moving silently for a second yet if he were speaking he had no clue. If he said that incoherent string of babbles, he had no clue. His lips were trembling, moving, and yet his ears weren't picking up a thing.

They couldn't hear above his throbbing heartbeat, he couldn't hear above the slick sound of those hands driving him closer, closer, closer to an orgasm. Stroking, squeezing, thrusting and grinding. Those hands were intent on making him come and he could feel that intent in those green eyes leveled on him. Burning into him with the lustful look he knew they had in them. Knew his husband was drinking up the sight like a man depraved of any sexual contact.

A man who had never seen a single sexual thing in his life. As if it were his first time ever seeing something of the sort. And for all he knew it was Hizashi's first time seeing something like this; the first time and he was seeing it in person. He could almost feel a tiny stab of jealousy. He wanted to see it as well, in person, and marvel at the stretch. To see something like that had to be such an amazing turn on. And then he hoped, hoped, hoped Hizashi would want it someday.

That one day the blonde would ask for it and he would allow Shouta to do the same thing for him. That way he could see something that aweing, something to marvel and burn over. It made his heart slam against his chest wildly. His breaths huffed out of him as his mind chanted for more, more, more. He wanted more of those knuckles grinding into his prostate, the shallow little thrusts that hand made.

He could hear Hizashi's own breaths crested and huffed behind him in uneven hitches that rushed out to fast or came in far too sharply. The fullness was what drove him insane; what was making him want to writhe, scream and wriggle through the waves of pleasure ripping up his spine. It was the feeling that he was impossibly, completely filled and his inner muscles quivered before squeezing tight around the blonde's hand as if to emphasize it once again.

He was burning, burning, burning and his lips were still moving. He couldn't tell if he was babbling or if he was moaning the name that was repeating itself again and again on loop in his mind. The simple call of his husband's name. Like a prayer, like a plea, like a joyous cry of one meeting their God. A praise. A curse. Nothing mattered but Hizashi, Hizashi, Hizashi. The blonde seemed intent on teasing, on playing and driving him closer, closer, closer to that heat.

A heat was threatening to devour him at a moment's notice. Pushing him closer to dropping off the edge of an orgasm. He jerked with a cry as Hizashi slid his hand up, rubbing his thumb across the head of his erection before targeting the slit sending a bolt of pleasure through him as those knuckles ground into his prostate at the same time. He was blinded, melting under the heat, and he didn't have a hope and he didn't have a prayer of holding on.

It was all cresting to a head; the pressure, the fullness, the waves of heat zapping up his back making him squirm under the effects as his husband ground against his prostate as his other hand seemed intent on squeezing the orgasm out of him. His breaths fed into a new moan, a new groan, a higher whimper and cracking whine as he felt the cool patch beneath his cheek growing hot again with the fresh drool pooling eagerly onto the blanket.

His stomach flexed and his thighs trembled viciously. He didn't think something could be so intense like this. He couldn't have ever imagined one little request would end with such an intensity that it was tearing him apart faster than anything. Rolling movements of that wrist, the grinding little circles against his prostate and the hand stroking him all coaxed him to hurry, hurry, hurry and come already without a word being breathed.

And he agreed with it. He wanted too. He was jerked when the blonde groaned behind him as he clenched up around that rolling hand, the fingers twitching and stimulating him urgently it seemed as slick fingers slid up and down his erection that he could feel throbbing with the orgasm growing tighter, tighter, tighter and there was nothing he could do because it was so- It's just- He-! "Zashi! Zashi, Zashi, Zashi! Love you, Za-Zashi!"

He twitched at the way he screamed the chanting of his husband's name that was driving him mad. Repeating, repeating, repeating through his head as the pleasure grew unbearable and he jerked as it burst through him. Moaning frantically, he squirmed as he clenched up around the hand that rolled in those little circles slower, slower, slower. Stopping as he stiffened through the force of his orgasm, the hand on his erection squeezing.

And god if he didn't love that strangely comforting, much needed pressure he wanted as his erection throbbed with the heat that sizzled through him. Trembling from the tight clench of his muscles. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't think. His throat felt tight with the silent cry stuck there, his lips trembling as his heart hammered in his ears; it was impossible to think of anything outside of it.

Trembling, slumping, he finally breathed out as the heat washed out of him; the tight, tensing waves of his orgasms dying out as he breathed out then gasped in a breath as he struggled to relax when he felt Hizashi pulling his hand backwards gently. Twisting side to side lightly, he whined as the blonde's hand began working its way gently, carefully out of him and pausing if he winced or cringed into the bed.

Taking his time, working his way out. And the disgustingly lewd sound of his hand slipping out had him whimpering. He couldn't hold himself up, even if it was disgusting given the come on his stomach, he let his lower half thud to the bed with a groan. Listening to the sound of the glove snapping then undoubtedly being pulled off. Grunting as he was then tugged up into a sitting position off of the bed.

Groaning softly again as he was tugged to the blonde's ide. Those arms were wrapped around him tightly, keeping him up despite the consistency of his body; how he trembled, ready to tip over at a moment's notice as a hand slid up and down his side gently. "You okay, baby? A-Anything hurt? Do you feel any pain?"

He felt as gelatinous as a jellyfish; like Hizashi had stolen all of his bones and the only thing keeping him sitting there, tucked against the blonde's side was his arms alone. He let his head thud against his shoulder, humming softly trying to find a word, a phrase, anything to let the blonde know he was fine. Better than fine, he was absolutely perfect. Riding the waves of his orgasmic bliss. And so he chose to lift one of his hands up weakly as the blonde shook him lightly.

"Shouta! Answer me, please? Please? Let me know you're okay after that! You just had a whole hand up your ass, baby, I need to make sure you're okay!"

Words, words, words. Where were they? He couldn't move his lips, his lungs too concerned with heaving in those gasping breaths as he then chose to use his lifted hand up to sign one handed at the blonde. You are the fucking best, Hizashi Yamada.

A short laugh broke out of the blonde. "The best, huh?"

Yeah, you are. That was fucking amazing. I feel absolutely perfect, so stop worrying. He looked down then, frowning a bit as he nuzzled his hot cheek to the blonde's shoulder. He couldn't help but cringe when he realized how wet it was from his shameless drooling but the blonde didn't seem to mind. In fact, laughed again with such relief he couldn't but let his gaze drop again as he moved his hand to sign at him. You're still hard. Want me to help?

"Hmm? Oh! That! No, I'll be fine, baby! Don't worry, I can take care of it! You look like you're about to pass out, sweetheart, so why not just relax? I'll get you all cleaned up, okay? Want a bath?"

Yes.

"Want me to Instacart some Dr. Pepper and chocolate from the store?"

Yes.

"Okay! I'll do that for you when I get you out of the bath, baby. You did so good, you know that? Such a good boy." He whined at the soft praise followed by the lips against his sweaty forehead but he melted against the blonde's side, relishing in the warmth radiating off of him as the blonde rubbed along his waist softly. "You deserve all the good stuff tonight, baby! And I'll pamper you head to toe while your poor ass recuperates!"

A lazy chuckle left him as he forced his trembling hand to move sluggishly. That all too familiar half grin tugging up from the corner of his mouth in that same, lazily euphoric manner as his chuckle when he signed at Hizashi again. Thank you, Zashi.

"You're welcome! I'll gladly shove my hand up your ass whenever you want! Hell, I might just let you fist me one of these nights! How does that sound, baby?"

I'll keep that in mind. He let his lips pull into an equally lazy, half grin as he nuzzled his shoulder and doing his best to ignore the slick way it slid against it. You really are the best, Zashi. The fucking greatest person on the planet.

"You know it! Now, you lay here while I get the bath ready, alright? You just zone or do whatever! Enjoy that post orgasm bliss, baby!"

But what about you? I can still help you, Zashi. It's not really fair if you do it on your own.

"Eh, I'll be fine! I'll jerk off and I'll be fine! Don't you worry about me, baby! Enjoy your high right now! I'm a big boy who can take care of himself! So relax, sweetheart, alright?"

Hizashi's lips pressed against the top of his head, his forehead, then gently coaxed him onto his back before pressing his lips to his in the softest, sweetest kiss of the night that had his legs squirming with the joy it brought with it. The blonde lifted his head, smiled down at him with all the pride he'd heard in his voice moments ago and crawled off the bed towards the bathroom humming softly.

He wished he had the strength to speak but his breaths still huffed in and out of him wildly, unevenly and he was trying to cope with the sudden emptiness his body was shrieking at him with. He really did love that man; he'd have to tell him later. Praise him just as much when he had the strength to do so. He truly was lucky to have a man like Hizashi. Lucky indeed.