Fifty Shades of EraserMic

by CrypticBeans

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

42. Not Until I Say So

As Hizashi shut the front door, he was quite awed by how fast the day had truly flown by. Summer was known for its long, lazy hours that dragged on and on until someone looked at the clock only to shout "it's only two?" before contenting themselves to the agony of time dragging by. He liked to spend his days being busy. To fly from one thing to the next, to happily throw himself into activities or going out on little lunch dates with Shouta.

Dates that led into them spending the afternoon out of the house where they would then get dinner. He liked to sit on the back porch, a cigarette or joint pinched between his fingers while Shouta sat next to him with a glass of wine and his phone or even their Switch in his hands as he gamed quietly next to him. He liked to watch the sun rise with its sweet pinks, pale golds and stunning purples.

Liked to see the sunset with those burnt oranges, ruby red and deep golds of the fading light. He wanted to watch the sky grow lighter at the start of their day then grow darker at the end of it. However, he wasn't opposed by how slow most mornings went. This one was included in that. Their morning had gone by rather slowly. Starting when Shouta had seemed content in crushing his air out of his lungs when he crawled on top of him.

Not that he could ever -would ever- complain. After all, he'd loved having him laying out on top of him like that. Content with having his face tucked into his throat with the vibrations of his snores. Being squeezed tightly against the man. Laying there, arms wrapped around his waist, relishing in tucking his hands under his shirt and twisting his legs together with the black-haired man's when they rolled onto their sides.

He had happily delighted in a little more sleep after managing to take his glasses off and place them on the bedside table, cuddling the black-haired man who hummed contentedly before he dropped off again into sleep. He'd woken only a few hours later to find himself alone; the sheets next to him held only the faintest traces of warmth. He'd then dragged himself out of bed, putting his glasses and hearing aids in frantically.

He'd assumed at first something was wrong but he was quickly tugged out of bed by Eri and he trudged out of the bedroom to the kitchen where Eri came to a stop in front of his husband, bouncing on her toes happily as Shouta tied her hair back into a ponytail. She'd shouted delightedly when he appeared in the doorway of their little hallway, squinting against the brightness as his daughter babbled at him a mile a minute as Shouta ordered the girl to stop bouncing.

Holding a blue ribbon in his hand that he pinned in place and she held herself still before resuming the bounce once it was pinned in place. He'd been amazingly disoriented those first few hours upon wakening; he never truly was a morning person first thing in the morning. It was hard to focus, there was too much hitting him at once. So much. He had to remember to take his pills on top of eating, on getting ready and everything else that assaulted him all at once.

It was perhaps this reason he had Shouta snapping at him so often when he snapped once at the black-haired man when he questioned if there was any tea left. It was something he was still apologizing profusely for but the black-haired man remained snappish with him which he quite deserved. But Shouta had been snappish for about three days now. Ever since the little bliss of that fisting wore off Shouta began insisting he was fine for regular sex again.

Staring at him with those all too familiar flames of determination each time he tried saying he was fine but Hizashi was still hesitant. And then Shouta had pouted when he refused. Insisted that Shouta needed more time. And with them getting their lesson plans together, going over last-minute things, his husband's surly attitude worsened. When it came time for bed, the black-haired man merely pouted and offered his back to him those first few days.

This, at first, had left him confused. He merely had only the best interests in mind for his husband, wanting him to recuperate after having a literal fist in him but as always his husband was impatient. While he knew Shouta understood that, the pout when he stopped their kissing before it could get too heated, putting a stop to everything merely got worse. Of course he tried fixing it, tried to make promises they'd do it soon, only to have his husband tell him in that equally surly tone it was fine.

It was aweing to see his mood flip within their last week of vacation. And this morning had been no different. But Hizashi had been planning away since his husband snapped at him that morning when and after Eri had long since left. A plan that he was sure his husband would love if he knew how to breach it the right way. Bring it up in a manner that didn't irritate him. An idea that erased the one he'd had before they went back to sleep that morning.

Leaning his hands against the door, drumming fingers against the wood lightly, he could hear the sounds of Shouta in the living room tapping away at his computer and huffing to himself; loud, deliberate sounds that he knew were for his benefit alone. So, he could hear them properly rather than being authentic. Of course, he could just be wrong; after all, the living room was right there. He straightened up, pushing off the door with a hum to himself.

He scratched at his cheek turning to walk over to that doorway. Nemuri had promised it would fit, so surely it would? It was still sitting on the floor of their closet in the box she'd put it in and he was tempted. Horribly tempted. Discipline and punishment often went hand in hand. Hell, after that night on the couch when his husband had gotten drunker than anything, the man had accepted the impact rather easily.

Accepted that mild taste of punishment and had loved it; had begged for more, more, more whether it was with the cane or the paddle or his hand, the man had been a whimpering mess for it. But he had a better idea. A much better idea that would involve a certain little ring they hadn't used since that first time. He blinked when he realized those dark eyes were leveled on him, a sharp and scathing look in them.

He twisted away rushing down the hallway right at his husband opened his mouth to no doubt give some biting retort or question that would snap at him. His footsteps were loud, thumping lightly on the floor as he rushed down the hallway and through the kitchen quickly to the little hallway that had cats skittering after him with the scratch of nails on the floor and jingling bells as he threw open their bedroom doors then shut them quickly behind him.

He rushed over to the closet, his heart skipping as he reached in for the box Nemuri had given him. If Shouta wanted to act that way, then he'd give him a reason to act like it. If he didn't want to use his words then he'd show him what happened when he didn't. While cosplay wasn't out of question, cross dressing definitely not out of the question, he knew he could tie it in with the punishment.

He could tie it in with the cock ring. They were mere pieces to a scene he wanted to play out. Very badly. Oh, he wanted too so bad. Wanted to see those dark eyes glittering up at him with that foggy, unfocused manner and the red flush to his face as his hair framed it beautifully until he twisted his fingers into it and tugged at them until the man was squirming. He could admit he understood his husband's frustration.

He wanted sex too, he wanted to give in and give them both what they wanted but he didn't think it was time. Didn't think his husband was ready for it. He just didn't want his husband to push himself anymore; there was a refractory time and Shouta needed to take it. Sure, fisting didn't come close to true penetration but he had believed his husband could be a bit patient. After all, they'd taken much longer breaks before.

Oh, how wrong he was. Those dark eyes burned at him with the flames of irritation, annoyance, each time they had a second alone. God forbid if someone else was in the room and he caught his eye only for Shouta to control it seconds later when the attention was directed to him. While it would be terrifying to another, to him? Oh, it was exciting. To see those dark eyes, burn at him with those emotions, with that frustration he felt as well, was a damn sight to see.

Just like that day in the bathroom, days before their anniversary and around the time he'd gone shopping with Nemuri. How terrifyingly attractive Shouta was when his lips were curled into a sneer, his nostrils flaring and those brows tugged tightly together as his eyes flashed with the anger, the frustration he felt. The way his voice dripped with a venom that never failed to have his very blood boiling in his veins delightfully.

He spun on his heel out of the closet, slamming the box onto the bed and tugging the tap out of place, ripping the laps open then reaching inside for the package; it looked like a cheap thing bought off Amazon but God he knew how it was going to look on his husband. He tossed the box to the floor, leaving the package on the bed then turning to march to their dresser and plucking the cable box up to pluck up the little key there;.

His fingers trembled causing him to miss the lock twice before jamming it in and twisting. He yanked the drawer open, eyes scanning over the toys in there until he was able to pinpoint the very thing of his search; the black, innocent silicone ring that was half seen beneath the handcuffs from the fierce pull. Reaching in, he palmed the ring then snapped the drawer shut opting to leave the key in the lock when he then took a deep breath in then let it out slowly.

This could serve as a punishment. A sexy, kinky punishment. It could also serve as a BDSM scene. A roleplay. It could serve as anything if he played it right and as he spun on his feet once again towards the bedroom doors, he knew how he was going to do it. Knew how he would go about it with his words first. Everything else? Oh, he already knew what he was going to do for the rest of the afternoon while Hitoshi and Eri were out of the house.

After all, he had three hours to play with. The teens wouldn't be bringing Eri back until dinner time and, by extension, Denki with them. They had three whole hours to do whatever they pleased. He knew Shouta wasn't going to like being tugged away by his fussing over his lesson plan but the man had been doing it for the past three days and two hours today alone since Eri left and they had about five days left to work everything out.

They had time. At this point, however, he felt that his husband was just being petty; to do something to get him riled up and to make him whine just so he could snap at him the way he had for three days. Marching across the floor, he tugged the doors open then stepped out quickly to keep the cats from flooding the room, and shut them behind him with the ring held tightly to his palm as he flexed his fingers out when need be.

His heart was sprinting wildly against his chest as Void and Cosmo ran ahead with Simba skittering across the kitchen floor. All signs of his approach but he had the feeling Shouta knew he was coming back. His feet came down harder than he intended in those fast-thudding hits of his mission to the bedroom; they were loud on the hardwood floors of the kitchen and the hallway as he marched to the living room.

Rushing down the hallway, making his footfalls unmistakable, he felt his heart thump quickly as he he threw himself into the doorway once again. Hands pressed to the doorframe, his left hand curled tight around the cock ring and his feet planted apart. A sudden appearance that had Shouta looking up with a startled look, his fingers freezing on the keyboard at his sudden reappearance as he took a deep breath.

"Shouta! I think I know what's crawled up your ass and died lately!" An irritated, sharp look had that wide-eyed look of surprise melting away and the black-haired man then sucked air through his teeth before clicking his tongue at him as he turned to look at his glowing computer screen again.

As if he hadn't spoken a word to him. He puffed up, taking a slow breath, when Shouta then let his gaze flick back to him with a scoff. "Oh, something died up my ass, huh? Why don't you tell me what's wrong with me then, Zashi, if you know me so damn well. How about you pinpoint what exactly could be so irritating lately."

Oh, that venomous tone had shivers rolling down his spine but he swallowed down the urge to snap back. Not when he saw the curiosity, the interest, flash in those dark eyes when they flicked to his tightly fisted left hand then back to his face as he cleared his throat lightly. He needed to go about this very carefully. Either it was an act his husband was putting on now or it was genuine. The real irritation could have gone away days ago.

Knew that Shouta was still clinging to that facade or there was the chance the black-haired man was truly irritated with him still. It was like seeing a snake in the middle of a walking trail; too far away to see its telltale signs of venomous or non-venomous but far too close for comfort. One wrong move and the snake would strike. And that strike would then be a very painful or harmless lesson.

So, he swallowed, took a breath through his nose and let it out. He could do this. "You want me to fuck you."

Bam. Right on the head, those eyes flared at him with surprise and his face created little look of surprise by the raising black brows, the way his mouth dropped open just a touch more with the look before it was washed away. He snapped his mouth shut, gave another clicking noise with his tongue as he looked to the computer screen. Oh, he's playing. He's playing right along with it but the danger.

God, the risk of this being a real irritation remained even if he was playing along and it made his hands tremble lightly with the excitement. With the possibility of this turning into what he wanted. What he knew Shouta wanted this whole time. "So, what if I do? What does that change? Does it change anything? You've been insufferable with all your pampering and servicing me. It's annoying, Zashi."

"Then return the favor."

Eyes flew to him, wide once again with the flare of interest. Of curiosity. He then let his hands sliding from their braced positions on the doorframe, letting his lips curl into a smirk that he saw the effect of it in the manner of a shiver as he fought the urge to flash the ring at him. To flip it around in his fingers teasingly as those dark eyes flared at him with the emotions that clawed over one another before settling on a singular look. Temptation.

"What did you just say?"

He could see the man was tempted and he was willing to slam the second nail on the coffin down. Happy to do it. "You heard me. You hate me pampering you? Have me servicing you? Taking care of you? Then you return the favor and do those for me."

Oh, oh, oh he swore he could see those pupils expanding in his dark eyes from this distance. But that was impossible. Utterly impossible. Those black lashes fluttered in a fast blink, followed by the man licking his lips and the little bob of his Adam's apple as he swallowed. All little reactions that told him he'd hit down and hit down GOOD on that second nail. His husband was staring at him as though he were offering the greatest temptation known to man.

As if he were the snake in the garden of Eden offering him the apple. Hands rose to shut the laptop screen, lifting it then placing it on the coffee table as the black-haired man then slowly pushed himself to his feet. Slow, methodical movements that had him fighting the urge to ruin by flying into the room. The urge to run over to him, grab him by his waist and crush his lips against those full ones the way he's wanted too. Shouta then cleared his throat, ripping him out of his little fantasy of wants.

"And what if I say no to servicing you?"

"Well." He paused looking down at his hands as he pursed his lips then looked up over the rims of his glasses at the black-haired man; he was blurry yet he could see the shiver roll over him again. "Either way, Shouta, I'm going to punish you for acting like a spoiled little brat, so you can do it the easy way or the hard way."

"The way you say it makes it sound like my way or the highway!" Oh, the bite to that tone had his heart rushing but it was weak. Far weaker than what he'd used before and he knew it was melting Shout. He knew the man was tempted, delighted, and perhaps even giddy at the turn of events. It's just a matter of coaxing it to the surface.

"You can think of that if you want! But the easy way is you agree and listen to me for the next three hours. The hard way? I'll pull you in my lap and spank the fuck out of you until you apologize for your bratty little behavior just because you want me to fuck you and you wouldn't speak up. I'll spank that bratty, shitty little attitude right out of you the way you want me too. The way I want too."

He paused again then straightened his head, reaching up to push his glasses up and he got a crystal-clear image of his husband's reddening face. Those dark eyes were burning at him, his full lips trembling lightly as the formed silent little words. What did the black-haired man want to say? Was he trying to say something? Or merely stunned into an aroused silence? He knew he had offered something good to his husband.

While some might not like the idea of spankings, some Doms used spanking as a way of discipline and not for pleasure. Shouta knew it was both. He knew it was both. He loved spanking Shouta as much as Shouta loved being the recipient of it. He would, could, and will do the it to his husband very soon. Perhaps not today but soon he was going to give the black-haired man exactly what he wanted. Even he can't deny the image of him pulling Shouta over his lap?

Holding him down as he tugged his pants down just enough to reveal his ass as he brought the paddle down again and again? Or would the crop be better? Bringing either one down over and over until that pale skin of his glowed red was exciting to think about. To think of Shouta squirming, writhing in his lap as he bucked and whimpered into the couch cushion? Into the blankets? Clinging onto his thigh as he did so? God, it was hot.

However, that could be another day. Another day that would be very, very soon if he had it his way. Today was something different but just as damn fun. He'd make sure of it. He cleared his throat lightly making his husband twitch to attention as he smiled. "So, Shouta, what's it going to be? The easy way? Or the hard way?"

He didn't think when he saw Shouta stumble forward, that familiar look of eagerness and excitement had him spinning on his heels rushing from the doorway down the hallway quickly with Shouta's feet slamming behind him quickly as he smirked to himself at how easy it was. How easy to get himself excited, to get Shouta excited, and yet he had to wonder one thing. One thing alone. And that was this.

Was Shouta already there emotionally? Mentally? Physically? Had he been doing it intentionally? He hadn't fought very hard and hadn't argued with him more than he normally would have, so was it authentic? Or was he merely playing along? He didn't know but the sound of those feet thudding against the floor behind him as he flew down their short hallway to the bedroom, reaching out to tug open the doors with Shouta rushing up behind him.

He flew into the room with Shouta right after him, close enough to breathe down his neck. God if it didn't send shivers down his spine at the thought of him being that close. When he spun around, he found those dark eyes burning at him with the excitement, his cheeks flushed that beautiful red hue he loved so dearly. Fuck, he could hardly think when he reached out placing the ring on the dresser to avoid dropping it.

Listening to the familiar, welcomed noise of the lock on the doors clicking into place. It seemed it was his turn to stumble forward as he pushed the black-haired man against the doors, the wild gasp he got as those hands lifted to rip his hair out of that half bun he'd put it in and tangle into the locks had a sharp stab of pain running over his scalp that was forgotten easily. Forgotten when he crushed his lips down onto Shouta's the way he wanted too.

And God if it didn't feel good. He slid his hands down to grip, to squeeze at Shouta's waist as he pinned the man to the doors and the low noise he got in response had his heart pounding frantically against his chest. He attacked those full lips with all the vigor, all the heat he could feel slithering through his veins and raking underneath his skin already. Combusting without a matching needing to be thrown.

To feel those lips moving with that same vigor, that same energy and hands that pushed at his head as if to coax him to kiss harder was everything he wanted. He knew he might have overdone it with fussing over Shouta, with pampering him in the days after the fisting but he'd been truly worried. Concerned with how that first day the man grunted when he stood too long or sat down to hard or groaning when he had to stand up immediately after.

How even walking to the bathroom seemed to be a bit of a challenge for him. And so, he did everything he could for the black-haired man; he did his and Shouta's household duties. He took care of the children whenever he could, and he demanded Shouta take time off of his feet while he recuperated. Anything he wanted, he got. Back rubs? Done. Feet rubs? Done. A soft, sweet make out session on the couch?

Absolutely. He did anything and everything for his husband other than wiping his ass and he saw now that he perhaps over did it with the man. But to have those lips crushing, sliding and molding to his own so fiercely was worth it. It was if every drop of irritation his husband had felt over the past few days was pouring out of him into the kiss with the hard, frantic manner in which those lips slid in time with his own.

He pressed himself tightly against Shouta earning him a little noise from the black-haired man as he slid his hands up underneath the fabric of his t-shirt, relishing in the warmth of his skin when nails dragged over his scalp sending shivers down his back as he released a soft groan into the kiss. God, he loved this man but he could be so infuriating. He never took things slow, he never took breaks, and he always pushed himself to the breaking point.

He needed to take just a few moments to slow down and enjoy something. But a kiss like this didn't mean slow; it meant sliding, kissing and igniting the fire under skin to grow higher. Like throwing a cap of gasoline onto a fire. He loved how soft his lips felt today, how warm they were. It was merely instinct how moving them eagerly against Shouta's came to him. How damn good, they felt beneath his own.

So plush, so utterly perfect against his own. How they shaped and melted against his own as they slid and moved just as eagerly as his were. He could never describe how they had always been so tempting to kiss, even in their early friendship. How the girls had talked about it was unfair Shouta had such full lips, how he was so slender and his hair being so shaggy. How he was unfairly attractive back then but that had also been the very reason they gossiped quietly about him.

Just like they did now. Shouta never cared but he did. His husband had even gone so far as to scoff at him multiple times when he told him how attractive he was to others. What a pain in the ass he was. But damn him if he didn't love this wicked, annoying pain in his ass. And he was confident that sentiment was shared with his husband. The smacking of those ferocious kisses being traded, so unbelievably lewd in the silence of the room save for huffing breaths.

Tiny, quiet whines leaving him only to be fed back by Shouta as those fingers clawed at his scalp idly. Ohhh, what he would give for them to grab at him. To squeeze his ass like they had been lately. It was only when Shouta ground his hips forward against him, the hardest pressing at him through the material of his husband's jeans had him shuddering with utter delight; it was exactly what he needed.

Perfect. He needed to get moving. Yet it was far too tempting to grind back against Shouta, pinning his hips backwards to the doors again. The action earned him a quiet moan from the man in his arms as he kissed the man with the eagerness, the desperation that he held as Shouta squirmed slightly. How good it was to have those lips on his, to grind with his husband who huffed in fast breaths through his nose.

Breaths that fanned against his own cheek that was heating up. Burning, like the rest of him. If he could stay here in this moment, pinning his husband to the doors, then he would. He would in a heartbeat. He could stand here memorizing the soft feel of those full lips, how plush they felt, and how they molded to his own so perfectly that he honestly could forget about his own tiny insecurity about his lips.

Forget any insecurity in favor of pressing his lips to Shouta's eagerly which was responded too in kind. The warmth of his waist, those hips wiggling and grinding back with the excitement as another quiet moan left his husband. He wasn't surprised one bit when those hands began unraveling hair from around fingers, sliding down quickly over his sides to his pants and hooking his thumbs into them tugging at him insistently.

It was when Shouta pulled his hands away to tug and yank at the button of his jeans blindly, as his breaths huffed out of him that he couldn't help the amusement. The light little grunt as he moved his lips eagerly, urgently when his arms jerked between them. Allowing a few more kisses, he broke the kiss with a smack only for those lips to chase after his for one, two fast kisses that he happily indulged in as the black-haired man whined at him.

"There's something on the bed. Go put it on, baby, and tell me if it fits."

"O-Okay!"

A pause. A swallow as he pulled away from his flushed husband, watching those dark eyes flick to the bed where the package was still sitting on the blankets and he swore it was a true heroic effort for him to watch those legs move as the black-haired man walked over to the bed quickly. He couldn't imagine the effort it was to walk away. He knew Shouta didn't look at the package to closely as he snatched it up, rushing around the bed towards the bathroom.

He knew this was possibly going to bite him in the ass in a bit but he didn't care. He rushed over to the bedside table as the bathroom door snapped shut behind Shouta; the man no doubt going to put the proper time into getting ready for him. The least he could do was be ready. "Oh, are you fucking kidding me, Zashi?"

He smirked at the muffled shout as he tugged open the drawer reaching inside for their wipes, lube and condoms as he chuckled under his breath when he shut the drawer with his knee before reaching down to tug his pink tank top up over his head. It was the one Shouta hated him to wear in public but delighted in him wearing at home. It was baggy, the arm holes sagged down his sides and if he lifted his arms high enough then they'd catch a sideways glance of his chest.

It was the type of shirt he preferred not to wear around the kids. He lifted the tank top up over his head, his hair brushing against his back, tickling the skin as he dropped the pink fabric to the floor reaching down to hook his thumbs into the waistline of his yoga pants he'd chosen. Then paused before shoving them down while leaving his boxers on for once. Not yet. Not yet. Humming quietly, he spun on his feet snatching up the lube then rushing over to the dresser.

He opened the cap and squirting a tiny little dollop onto the tip of his finger then plucked up the ring rubbing it along the inside of it happily. He could hear the faint shuffling, little thumps from the bathroom making his heart jump each time as he dragged his teeth over his bottom lip and he fought the urge to bounce on his toes; to jiggle and hop in place until his husband stepped out of the bathroom.

The outfit Nemuri had gotten him, had insisted, would fit a man of Shouta's physique was something he wanted; he never admitted what it was for but from the gleam in those sky-blue eyes when he took the box from her and the knowing quirk of her lips had said everything. Strangely enough, Nemuri had always been pushing for the kinkier aspects in life, whether he said a word about it or not, and often said he needed to spice up his sex life with Shouta.

Of course, he always responded with a sharp look or a grunt to end the conversation. She had always been a support for them, even pushing him for days before that festival to say something to Shouta. He honestly didn't think he'd ever stop thanking her for kicking him in the ass when it came to blurting his feelings for his husband. However, he was not about to let her be privy to what they did in the bedroom anymore than he already had with little things.

The sound of the doorhandle twisting, the door itself opening with a little squeak had him looking over his shoulder then smiling widely; oh, he didn't need him to say it fit. He could see that it fit and it fit good. Black sleeves with white cuffs that stopped just above his wrists, the white frilly fabric along his shoulders, the white buttons down the center of the top while the white apron along with the black skirt swirled down to rest just above knees.

On his head was a tiny little headband of white frills that glowed against his black hair. His face was still flushed as he stood there, pinching and fussing with the end of the skirt as if it would make it longer somehow and the black stockings? Oh, it just made it perfect. He was in awe of the sight as he stared open mouthed at his husband fidgeting, continuing to pluck and tug at the skirt. Those dark eyes shot daggers at him though he could see it was a false look.

The fakest thing he had ever seen. It was an act the man was trying to keep up at the moment to preserve his pride and Hizashi wanted to rip it away. He loved it. Turning awkwardly to stare at his husband head on, he saw his husband's gaze flick to the ring in his hand with a shuddering breath flying out of him to which he smirked at him. Lifting his right hand up, he curled his fingers. An unspoken prompt for him to come closer.

After receiving a daggered, narrow eyed look from his husband it was all to satisfying watching his husband step over the threshold and walk over to him with his skirt swishing lightly around him with his motions and the fierce red hue on his cheeks seemed darker than it was before. Was he truly embarrassed? Or did he like it? Could it be both? Oh, that would open so many doors if it was both! He already knew how his husband felt about him cross-dressing but could it be the same for him?

"Give me a twirl, baby! Let me see how it looks from the back too! I wanna make sure it fits you good!"

Another sharp look was aimed at him as the black-haired man stopped mere steps from him but the excitement flashed at him before it could be hidden as Shouta then turned slowly, the skirt swaying lightly with the movement as he was delighted by the sight. It fit the man so well it was unbelievable. Once Shouta was facing him again, he hummed softly and lightly fiddled with the ring in his hands before tilting his head at him.

"Happy now?"

"Yeah! It looks good on you! Did you manage to get them on?" A nod. "Let me see then!"

"You're such a fucking pervert, you know that?"

"Mmm, if I'm a pervert then what does that make you, Shouta? I only said there was something on the bed that you could put on! You didn't have too but you did so what does that say about you? Now show me'em!"

"You're ridiculous!"

Oh, that scathing, venomous tone was exactly what he wanted and what he truly expected but the heat wasn't there; it was merely a little act put on by the man before him as he then switched his smirk to a smile instead. Bright, cheerful is what he aimed for and Shouta's lips formed a little pout, that bottom lip of his jutting out before he reached down with hands that trembled lightly as they reached down to grip the edge of his skirt and gripped fistfuls of the fabric in his hands.

Hesitating. And much to his delight, his fingers squeezing the ring tightly to avoid dropping it, his husband raised the skirt up quickly to his waist and keeping it bunched up as he scoffed at him though he could hardly hear the noise. "There. You happy?"

"Very." He breathed out as he gawked at his husband, taking in the sight greedily; it was one for the books, he swore it. His husband had worn those lacy, boxer styled lingerie before but he hadn't ever seen the man wearing a proper pair of panties and by God was it a sight to behold.

It was honestly an absolute turn on for him to see bulge straining against that thin black material. To see the twitch just from his gaze on it and he swore he would praise this man until his dying days. To think he got so lucky as to have such an open-minded partner. He lifted his gaze back up to Shouta's red face, those dark eyes were flaming at him despite the best efforts he could see from the man to keep it hidden.

He saw his hands trembling lightly. His heart had to be flying if he knew his husband the way that he did. Was he embarrassed or did he like it? Judging by the twitch he saw could it be both? Or was it simply because he was staring at the man? That it wasn't some sexy lacy boxers but something that could be considered feminine attire? That he was wearing panties instead of something aimed to look more like boxers?

Oh, there was so much to ask him after! There was so much more to explore together if his husband possibly liked something like this. He licked his lips then, watching a little shudder roll over Shouta, those hands clutching fiercely at the bunched up fabric. Knuckles going white. And he'd have to be blind not to notice the twitch that bulge gave from such a simple action as he cleared his throat lightly.

"Here's how we're going to do this, baby. You ready for your punishment?"

"Yes."

"You are going to properly service me, give me what I want, and you're going to wear this ring while I do so until I'm happy and content that you paid me back." Oh, he liked that, did he? It was easy to see another twitch from that bulge as Shouta's breath trembled on an inhale and how those dark eyes locked onto his eagerly. "You're not going to cum until I say so. Until I deem you privileged enough to do so and you've repaid me for all my kindness I've given you hours of. Got it?"

"Absolutely!"

"Then come here and let me get this on you."

He grabbed the lube, squeezing another tiny dollop onto his finger and rubbed it together with his thumb as his husband stepped closer to which he held the ring carefully between his fingers and the heel of his hand as he placed the lube down. Reaching out, he curled his fingers over the thin waistline of the panties then tugged them down carefully listening to the light tremble to his breath.

He looked down in order to release the panties in favor of switching the ring to his right hand as he reached down with his left. He circled his slick fingers around the base, rubbing the lube onto the skin as his husband's breath hitched when he hummed at him, switching the ring back to his left and using his fingers to spread it out. Easing it over the head of his erection them down to the slick base where it happily squeezed tight into place.

Then he hummed softly as he he smiled at Shouta, tilting his head. "Alright! Why don't you get to work on starting of simple, hmm? You wanna suck my cock while getting yourself ready? Wanna fucking choke on it? Service Daddy like a good maid would? To make up for being such a bratty little boy and be good for me?"

"Yes!"

"Then get to work."

He swore in all their time together, in their entire history of a couple, he had never seen Shouta drop down to his knees faster in front of him and there was something glorious about it. Something absolutely hot in the sight of those dark eyes flicking up to him as he handed him the lube. Something about how eager he was when he squirmed and adjusted his position before leaning in pressing those full lips against his crotch.

Feeling the heat burning in his cheeks when his own erection giving an excited twitch at the soft pressure provided by a little kiss. He could hear the slick noise of lube being spread over fingers, his husband's shoulders wiggling with the motions, and he let out a fast breath when Shouta opened his mouth to suckle softly at his covered erection. Sucking at him then flattening his tongue against the cloth of his boxers.

Doing it as if he were licking him directly. He bit then bit down lightly making a shudder roll down his spine as he felt the fabric growing damp from Shouta's actions. The alternating suckles that had his toes curling and the licks that alone held a strength to them as if the black-haired man wanted him to feel it. It was damn good. Sucking, the slick little noise of his husband's mouth working at the wet fabric sent shivers down his spine.

He moaned quietly at the gentle bites peppered in between those firm licks and playful sucks. The way he was licking, flattening his tongue against the twitching bulge again and again, sucking playfully then giving those gentle bites were all performed as if he had no hands to use. As if he had his mouth alone to work with. Just like when his arms had been casted after the USJ incident. It was a maddening rhythm that Shouta was providing.

It was like a wicked rhythm Shouta picked up as he sucked, bit down, then lapped at his clothed erection and even the dark wet patch from his saliva didn't seem to put him off one little bit. In fact, when those lashes fluttered as he looked up, he knew it was intentional. Shouta was a goddamn sight. Red cheeks, a flame in those dark eyes as his hands reached behind him to lift the skirt out of the way, his right hand disappearing underneath it.

The left coming up to hold onto his thigh fiercely as he gently nuzzled then bit down gently softly on his erection were a true sight. He fucking loved it. Staring down at the man, he heard that easily recognizable sound of slick fingers rubbing and he could only imagine the twitches that hole was giving from such a simple thing as rubbing the lube against it. His husband was a horny little thing on the best of days and while his husband would deny it later, his words had an effect on him.

They had too if it got to him like this. Got him this eager and excited. Oh, he was so pretty. How can one man possibly be so pretty? It was truly unfair. Shouta's lips glistened lightly at him, wet from the soaked fabric as lashes fluttered in a fast blink and he wind down at the black-haired man when he suckled at him fiercely, delighting when that suckle was removed in favor of his husband leaning up.

He had thought, for one second, he would use his hand to pull the boxers down but no. No, he used his teeth. The scraped against his skin lightly making him shudder as his husband bite the waistline then tugged it down awkwardly until he got it pulled away then down enough for his erection to pop out all too happily. Oh, the way those dark eyes stared at him with such greed had his blood burning.

Those wet lips then pressed against the underside of his erection in light, fluttering kisses that traveled up and down happily rapidly before the black-haired man moaned out softly as dark eyes burned up at him once again as the man flattened his tongue along the underside, licking his way to the head then placing a soft kiss against it. He moved back down, pressing an opened mouth kiss just below it, sucking softly at the skin pulling a moan out of him.

He could feel the delight as those kisses were placed along his erection, the hand on his thigh lifting up then curling around the head of his erection. Shuddering, at how that thumb swirled and ground against his slit wickedly as his husband continued with those open-mouthed kisses that had his lips glistening. Wet just like they had been from soaked patch on his boxers had. Those eyes remained on his.

The. Entire. Damn. Time.

Burning up at him, challenging him. It was a damn sight that he truly could not get enough of. That slutty appearance, that burning challenge in his eyes, the red flush on his cheeks as he moaned out softly were the experience of a life time. It was a sight anyone would want to see. And he got it all to himself whenever he wanted? God, was he lucky or what? The quiet, slick noise of a thrusting finger quickly got his attention when his husband moaned against his shaft again on an open-mouthed kiss.

It had his toes curling at the vibrations of it when Shouta rose back up moving his hand from the head. Lips replaced that grinding thumb, smearing a droplet of pre-come with his lips and he arched his hips forward with another whine breaking out of him as he stared down at the man. A wicked little grin was his answer, the lust burning at him in that gaze, and he stared down eagerly as Shouta opened his mouth again.

The black-haired man's breath was hot against the head of his erection. A tease. He then reached down plucking that frilly, adorable headband out of his husband's hair and tossed it onto the bed, then slid his hands down into those black locks; wrapping the soft hair around his fingers as he dragged his nails over his scalp earning him a whimper from the man. His own breaths were coming quickly, shallow with his excitement when the black-haired man then gave in.

Gave in to what, he had not a clue, but he shivered at the heat of his mouth and the scrape of teeth against his skin lightly as the head was covered and the man sank down. The wetness, the way his tongue moved as he slid down halfway and pausing there like he did every other time. And he knew he was going to do it. To give Shouta exactly what he had asked. He would give him that rough, choking blowjob that he so desperately craved.

He could see it in those dark eyes, peering up at him and pleading with him to do it as the hand squeezed at his thigh tightly. The slick noise of thrusting finger -or possibly fingers at this point- had his heart hammering when those lashes fluttered. He groaned when the black-haired man moaned out with a shudder. Oh, to imagine what those fingers were doing at that very moment had him burning up.

It was the best. The absolute best. He used his grip on those black locks, the little distraction of his husband's shudder, to shove the man down to the base. The wild gag he got, nails biting into his thigh fiercely, had him groaning out again as those frantic little huffs of air against his pelvis had his toes curling as the hand on his thigh trembled lightly from its tight grip. Nails digging into him deeply.

So deeply, that he swore he would have drawn blood if the man didn't keep clipped and filed. He knew he should give Shouta that second to breathe. To compose himself. But that's not what he wanted, now was it? Sure, it was a punishment for Shouta and a bit of that orgasm denial for him, but it didn't mean the man couldn't have fun with it. It's not as if it were a serious punishment. It was sex.

Fun, kinky and meant to be enjoyed. He pulled Shouta's head up, the man sucking in a deep breath, and he shoved him back down to the base earning him another gag though it wasn't anywhere near as wild nor as fierce as that first one and he stared down at the man. Black lashes fluttered, opening just enough for him to glimpse those foggy dark eyes burning up at him, and that was it.

He would give this man everything and if a rough edge was what he wanted then he'd give it. Gripping those black locks fiercely as the man swallowed, the rippling sensation of his throat had him moaning. He pulled his head up and shoved him back down quickly; settling into a rhythm, a pace that had Shouta whimpering as he closed his eyes again. The heat, the wetness, the swallows when he shoved him down to the base was amazing.

He still remembered the first blowjob they shared together. He'd been stiff, choking himself silent, and his husband had drooled all over him but he hadn't minded one bit as he had been far too concerned with keeping his voice down and not getting shrill like he wanted. It was awkward, especially when his mothers had come home downstairs with a slamming front door and he hadn't had a lock on his door yet.

Still remembered how it was a panic after that to finish. Pretending to be studying afterwards as if they weren't flushed and breathless for minutes afterwards. But oh, how had he improved wildly, drastically, and he loved it. To receive a blowjob from his husband was like none other. Hell, that one random blowjob he got while they were broken up for those two weeks during college paled to what Shouta could give him.

Maybe he was biased. Maybe he was spoiled. But no one could do it like Shouta good. And even better, he loved going down on the black-haired man. Oh, how he fucking loved when Shouta was equally rough, when he was vocal and when he felt the heavy weight of his erection resting on his tongue as those moans above him crested and trembled. The first time he had gone down on Shouta had been a night of the ages.

The black-haired teen was just shy of eighteen when he had decided he wanted to do something nice for Shouta's birthday and had decided on returning the favor of a blowjob. Shouta had been awkward, embarrassed after their first one and he wanted to prove it was fine. And he had the time of his damn life doing it. Even now, as an adult, he loved it. He'd happily get on his knees if Shouta requested it.

Do it on his own free will. A rather loud moan had him breaking out of his thoughts, his eyes opening halfway then flicking down to the man at his feet, catching those hips jerking backwards as his arm trembled lightly with the fast thrusts, he was giving himself and it sent heat blistering through him. Fuck, he knew Shouta rushed sometimes but nothing was hotter than something like this.

To have the man going to town swallowing and licking as he yanked and slammed his head down repeatedly making those moans coming far more frequently after that initial loud one. Oh, the vibrations made his toes curl tightly against the carpet. He moaned out pulling and shoving faster, faster, faster. The hand on his thigh was tight, clutching onto him for dear life it seemed as the occasional slurping sound of his husband swallowing.

The slick noise of his thrusting fingers mixed easily into the moans, the groans that trembled uncertainly on what pitch. High or low, he never truly knew as he let his head fall back. If someone killed him right now then he'd die a very, very happy man. Those nails clawed at him wildly, no doubt leaving red, raised lines when he looked later had his heart hammering as slammed Shouta down to the base, gritting his teeth.

Clenching his teeth, he ground his hips forward against his lips as those huffing breaths fanned out against his pelvis. Grind, grind, grind. Swallow, swallow, swallow. He loved it. He shouldn't love it as desperately as a horny teenager but he did. He couldn't help but love every damn second, they did anything remotely sexual; it was always like the first time. He panted, his breaths shallow and jagged as he held his husband's head still.

Then he slid his hips backwards and thrusted forward pulling a loud moan from the black-haired man. He then began his yanking and shoving in time with his thrusts. Those locks so soft around his fingers as he yanked earning him whimpers and wild moans when he slammed forward harshly were his absolute aphrodisiac. His heat. His gas to keep going, going, going. He had to pace it very carefully, however, as he didn't have his own ring on.

He didn't want to end it before it could even start. And then Shouta began sucking; actively swallowing, sucking at him fiercely, and it had heat rushing through him as he moaned forgetting for a brief second as he shoved and yanked at Shouta's head as the man squeezed his thigh with that strength that never failed to get him going. So strong, so tight did he grip at him. He would have to get Shouta to use it sometime soon.

"Fuck! Fuck, baby, you're- Nnghn! Ah! Love suckin' it, huh? Such a- Mmm! Yes! Oh, fuck me, yesss! Suck my fu-fucking cock, baby!" His shout seemed to bounce off of the walls, coming right back at him as he shuddered when Shouta suckled at the tip frantically before he was shoved down again.

And he could hear the satisfaction in the hum Shouta gave when he did so only to suck as he was shoved to base had him burning. He needed- He had to stop. If he wanted to drive Shouta wild like he wanted, then he needed to move on. But god if it was hard to pull his husband off. To lose that hot, wet sensation. The rippling of his swallows. He could see that arm flexing and trembling lightly with those fast thrusts judging by the slick noises.

The little moans the black-haired man was letting out as he stared down at those dark eyes that were smoldering at him. Lashes fluttering in fast little blinks like he didn't want them shut too long; as if he wanted to stare at him as much as he wanted to gawk down at him. It had fire searing right through his veins at the sight. At the mere thought. He had to suck in a deep breath that shuddered on it's way in and out as Shouta swallowed when suckled idly at him. Distracting him.

"Shit, baby, I- Nnnn! I-If you love it that much, I'll let you suck it later, alright? N-Now, are you ready?"

A frantic nod accompanied by a moan as he began pulling him upwards sent shivers down his spine when Shouta sucked at the tip as he was pulled of, the popping sound was something he would replay for months and he straightened his head looking down at the man. A few droplets of drool had welled then dripped down the sides of his mouth, trailing down his chin, and those black lashes seemed incapable of rising any higher.

Smoldering, burning at him as he reached down plucking the hand from his thigh and the man whimpered as he slid his fingers out of himself, the noise slick and absolutely lewd in a way that had him impatient. Him. Impatient. He tugged Shouta to his feet then spun him towards the bed then walking around it himself to snag the box of condoms, tugging it open and pulling out the chain and ripping one off before taking a deep breath.

To calm himself. It wouldn't do to be impatient and drop the damn thing. He sat the box with its chain on the bed, ripping open the one in his hand and he looked up to find those greedy, burning dark eyes on him and he saw the movement Shouta no doubt thought was subtle. The way his thighs clenched and rubbed together, his hands fussing with the skirt impatiently and one would think he merely wanted out of the dress.

But Hizashi knew better. He knew exactly what was wrong. It sent waves of heat clawing up underneath his skin as he plucked out the condom and rolled it on before making his way around the bed again and Shouta squirmed in his spot, his eyes locked on him eagerly, and those lips were glistening from a lick no doubt and the red flush to his face was utterly beautiful. It was amazing to find those dark eyes on him. So aweing just to have Shouta sitting there.

To see those hands fussing with the skirt as hie legs squirmed together. His breaths came in trembling, shallow pants as he reached out to rub that slick chin with his thumbs gently before tipping his husband's face up. Leaning down, pressing one, two, three soft kisses to those wet lips happily. He then bent down plucking up the lube abandoned there, squirting a dollop onto his palm as he then set to work on spreading it over the condom.

The little squelches that rang out seemed to do nothing for his husband's squirming. His shallow, trembling breaths. Tossing the tube onto the bed, Shouta sprung to life it seemed as he quickly stood and flipped himself over onto his stomach, his legs bracing apart as the skirt swayed with his motions. Ever eager, this man was. Adorable! Humming out softly, he reached down pulling his hips backwards.

Shouta then began pulling his skirt upwards and bunching it around his waist as he then tugged the panties down to his thighs and while he could see them dig ever so slightly into those thighs of his, the man didn't breathe a word of discomfort. He reached out grabbing his waist, positioning himself behind the black-haired man and angling his hips forward to slid between his cheeks and rubbing slickly against his husband pulling a low moan from the man.

Giddily delighting in how those hips arched backwards against him. That moan rested into a whimper as he happily rubbed himself against that twitching hole and relishing in the tiny squirms of his impatient husband as he clicked his piercing against the back of his teeth. He pulled back just enough to press the head against him, his own breath hitching with Shouta's; it truly had been a bit since he'd been in him.

He was just as excited, just as impatient, to do it. Another whimper left his husband coaxing him to press, press, press and the cry that left his husband that covered up the sound of his low groan as he slid forward slickly into him; far faster than he would have liked yet he couldn't find himself caring when he bottomed out. The tight squeeze, the heat, it was so much better than he remembered it being.

So much better than when the man clenched up around his hand. Those muscles trembled from the clench, his husband gasping out as he ground his hips forward weakly against him and he heard the sound of those nails clawing at the blanket with a whimper flying out of the man as he squeezed his waist tightly. Oh, Shouta was going to hate him. He was going to hate, hate, hate him but it was necessary.

Already his husband was squirming, wriggling his hips to match the grinding rhythm of his own and fidgeting as he whimpered out; all little things he absolutely adored. It meant his husband was thinking about the pace, about the rhythm he wanted. While he could technically take that choice from him as a part of his "punishment", he loved it too much when those hips moved against him. When Shouta decided what he wanted.

His face felt uncomfortably hot, his lungs screaming for more air, to be filled faster and he gently kneaded Shouta's waist earning him a shudder from the man as he happily ground his hips forward against the man. Loving the grind back. God, he loved it. Ahhh, he should have grabbed the paddle. The cane. A spanking typically goes with a punishment, doesn't it? Then again, he had his hands.

His hands that he could use far better than a toy of any kind at that moment. He felt Shouta fidget before his hips moved forward then came back slowly, again and again as the man rocked on his feet, his breaths huffing out of him and he moaned at the slow motion that was inching in its speed; not flying through but rather as if he were working himself up to it. Back and forth, back and forth, his husband rocked himself.

Until he finally came back a touch harder making him squeeze at his waist. Making the decision. he slid his hands down to those moving hips and clawing idly at them earning him a moan from the man. Deep, throaty. It had him moaning back at the shiver it sent down his spine as he clung to Shouta, looking down and watching with awe at the movement of those hips that had him sliding in and out of that twitching hole that clenched so delightfully against him.

He couldn't think of a thing to say yet. He knew he would, to push and taunt the man to his breaking point but now? Now there were no words in his mind he could use as he watched his husband gradually work himself up a little faster from that initial slow speed and the twitch of those muscles around him gave him that all too familiar breathless feeling; like he'd been punched straight in the gut.

It was far more pleasurable than a true punch would be but the sight of his husband thrusting backwards, the tiny little squelches from the movements, and he couldn't help the twitch of his hips forward. It was hard standing still, letting his husband set the pace and rhythm but God help him, he would if that's what Shouta wanted. The moan he got as those hips jerked back with a sudden, hard thrust had him shuddering.

He then adjusted his grip on the hips in his grip and he felt awkward as he started out with copying that pace of his but once he got it? Oh, the moan that left his husband had his toes curling yet again as he fought the urge to forsake that careful pace his husband had going. Had to choke it down. He groaned at that tight squeeze, the muscles trembling with the effort behind it and he knew that it was intentional.

Knew that he was doing it on purpose. For what? He knew that good and well. Then those hips jerked backwards again in a hard backwards hit on his forward thrust and he growled at the black-haired man, the sound easy to make with the little use of his quirk. The shudder he got from Shouta when he did so was followed by that high moan had him gritting his teeth together to fight the urge.

Shouta had always been an impatient little thing when it came to sex. Hell, even for explanations. He was a man that wanted to get to the source, the origin of the problem, and solve it; find the answers he needed to go forward and when it came to sex, his husband was horribly impatient. The man didn't know how to take it slow, was over eager and excited for the stimulation that could be provided.

And he loved it. While he didn't approve of his husband rushing to get ready and hurting himself, he did find that the impatience was adorable. The squirming, the nails clawing at the blankets, his hitching breaths and the way he moved his hips all screamed of his impatience for more, more, more. And he was happy to provide it. He twitched when Shouta moaned, his hips gradually speeding past and abandoning any trace of that slow rhythm.

Changing it for a rather urgent, rapid pace. One that he was all too happy to copy. The soft rustling of the outfit, the airy little noises leaving his husband followed by those deep guttural ones that had his heart pounding. He loved those noises, loved each one his husband produced, and he found himself eager to hear more. To make him howl, to scream, wail and curse him. To hear his voice raising higher, higher, higher as he writhed with the chant of his name on his lips.

A chant became garbled and slurred through the moans and groans he released or beautifully high on a whimper or whine. He wanted it all. Thrusting forward, his brain insisted on diving back in the second he pulled back even in an inch; to bury himself again and again in the tight heat that trembled, gripped and squeezed him so deliciously tight that he swore it was making his brain melt.

He hardly notices the frenzy of his hips, the snapping thrusts he was delivering that were ruining and causing Shouta's rhythm to stutter until the man released a rather impressive moan; deep, throaty as it trembled on its way out. He grunted when those hips struck backwards against him making him wobble on his feet slightly. In response, he delightedly slammed his hips forward rocking his husband on his feet.

The whimper he received was shiver worthy as he abandoned the short, snapping thrusts for the ones he wanted. The slick pull back then the forward slam. It was easy to melt into the rhythm; his breaths hitched and clawed their way out of him as he slammed forward into the heat helplessly, twitching at the sound of nails clawing at the sheets again as his husband moaned at him with such encouragement it had him shuddering.

He felt and he saw those hips awkwardly thrust back before they became confident; slamming backwards eagerly, h9itting against him roughly as he swung forward with that same strength. He clawed at his hips, dragging his nails desperately against the skin as he moaned out and he knew the pitch was too high when his husband flinched against him with a backwards thrust and he strangled it down to a choked noise the best he could.

Cliché as it was, Hizashi often liked music when he did something sexual with his husband. If he remembered, he would play something that fit the mood as he knew his husband could get a touch embarrassed by the noises, they made but as much as he liked the music, he also liked this. The quiet room being filled with panting, the moans and grunts traded back and forth. The groans and whimpers raising higher with each breath.

The striking of hips that created that all too familiar slapping of skin on skin. The breathless noises his husband choked down when he thought he was too loud. The sound of their voices raising, wailing and howling at one another was his favorite. It was honestly better than any music that could be playing; it was a cacophony of noise, of sensations, that all melted right down his spine with each thrust he delivered.

Reaching forward he wriggled his hands beneath his husband's chest tugging him up from his bent over position which caused the skirt to flutter down from its bunched-up position along his waist to stand him and he felt out blindly for the buttons running down the center of the top. Tugging at them impatiently as his husband panted with an eager whimper slipping out of him that cracked.

The sound sent shivers down his spine as he ripped at those buttons before looking over his shoulder to get them undone. Once he got them undone, one at a time agonizingly, he slid his hands into the open fabric through the wiry curls of hair straight to his goal; his nipples had always been sensitive but the man loved it even more now since the clamps. Could get hot and bothered by a mere caress at the right time during their make out sessions.

He delighted in the wild whimper he got as he flicked his thumbs over them, marveling at how hard they already were and he pinched lightly on them pulling a moan from the trembling man as he swung backwards meeting the slamming thrusts. Nipping at the shell of his ear, he tried his best not to pant, to moan into it yet Shouta's arms curled backward to hold him in place. One backwards around his waist yanking at him.

Tugging, yanking, as if to make him go faster. The other he other twisted into his hair pulling his face closer to him. He moaned at those hands pulling, yanking, clawing at him and the man groaned back with a shudder to which he happily traded his nipping for a sharp bite that had a louder, stronger groan leaving Shouta that scraped out on a raspy quality that he loved. It was impossible not to know when Shouta was reaching an orgasm.

He twisted, squirmed, and writhe against him with that familiar tremble rolling over him as they began tensing up and he squeezed around his erection so deliciously tight it left him feeling delirious. The high, little moans flying out of him attested to the knowledge he was close. He was close himself; it would be impossible not to be so close after such a blowjob, after this, but he had to refrain a moment longer.

Those muscles trembled and tightened around him periodically with the cresting, tightening orgasm he knew was knotting itself through his husband and the man whimpered at him wordlessly in response. And he ignored it. Trailing his lips down the side of his throat, he knew his husband would get vocal. He knew he would hate him for this but it was a punishment after all. A sexy, kinky little roleplay he wanted to indulge in for the next three hours.

Indulge, play with it, until they had to step back into the real world that was school prep, hero work and being fathers once again. Then he heard those breathless huffs carrying some little word that choked off before it could finish; his husband trying to say something had fire blistering in his veins. Like his blood had been set aflame as he groaned. "Za-Zashi! Close! I-I'm close! Please! Please I- Mmmm! So close! Please, Zashi! Ta-Take the ring off! Take it off! I wan- Ah! Ah! Hnn! Please!"

He bit down on his clothed shoulder inspiring a short wail of the word, changing the angle of his hips ever so slightly to strike forward and he knew he hit the mark when his husband wailed out again jerking his hips back in a frenzy of thrusts that had him wobbling from the force. The strength of them hitting him eagerly as those hands tightened on him, clawing at his skin, his scalp wildly making him moan loudly into his shoulder.

The pain was so good. So unbelievably, unimaginably good as fingers raked at him. The frenzied, fierce hits of his husband's hips moving backwards against him. As if he could force him to go faster, go harder, and get that ring off of him somehow. It was giddily dizzying. It was exhilarating and exciting. It was fucking awesome! There was no other word for it as he panted against Shouta's shoulder.

He wanted those hands to claw at him harder. To tug and yank at him as Shouta used him like some kind of large sex toy; forcing him to go to his speed, to do what he wanted the most. What would bring him the most pleasure. And god if it wasn't making him tremble just to imagine it. God, he loved this man. Loved him to death. Groaning, he slammed his hips forward meeting those frenzied movements of his husband's hips pulling another cry out of him.

"I wa-wanna cum with you! Please! Ah! Ahhhnn, I won't be me-mean anymore! I won't! So please! Please! Nnnghhnn I-I'll let you fuck me all af-afternoon if you want! I- Oh! Oh, there! Keep goin- Yes! Yessss, Zashi! Ah, ah, ah! Gonna make me c- Mmm! I'm- I wanna-! Please! Fuck! Fuck, please, Zashi!"

He felt utterly delirious. Drunk on the words being shouted from his squirming husband and he knew it was wicked, he knew it was awful of him but he ignored it. Releasing his bite that had allowed drool to soak onto the frilly white fabric of his outfit, he nipped at his earlobe lightly. Very lightly did he graze his teeth over it and yet his husband writhed against him wildly. His huffing moans, choked and tiny bursts in the back of his throat were cresting.

Mixing with his longer, urgent sounding moans as he panted. Trying to get the air to his lungs frantically to feed the words he knew would make his husband truly become wild; feral perhaps. Oh God, of all the dirty and vulgar things he'd whispered and growled to his husband during sex he knew these ones were going to make his husband positively agonized. Aroused. It was already making him squirm against the black-haired man with each thrust he delivered.

He knew hit Shouta's prostate judging by those wild, throaty moans he released. He continued to claw at him desperately and he knew his legs were shaking like the rest of him. Knew his words were true and that he was torturously close to an orgasm. He knew it was agony knowing it was coming but unable to go through with it. It was the very thing he wanted and he knew Shouta was having the time of his life.

Knew he was even if he would hate him for not allowing it right away. He knew so many things that it was making his head spin as he slammed his hips forward faster, faster, faster. Harder, harder, harder. Diving back into that tight heat that was squeezing him so deliciously hard that it was he had to focus on tugging his hips backwards and pounding them forward against Shouta. Over and over.

He forced his air, his huffing pants, into words the best he could. The words he knew would make his husband deliciously, angrily aroused. "No! I-I told you that yo-you're not cumming until I say so! And you ha-haven't deserved it yet! You don't get to cum yet! I don't th-think you even deserve to cum this time, do you? Have you s-serviced me, Shouta?"

The wail was rather throaty as it ripped itself out of his husband had him shuddering with him gasping in a breath wildly. He slammed his hips forward copying those wild jerking thrusts backwards as the nails seemed intent on clawing him apart. Ripping him limb from limb. Fuck, fuck, fuck! He huffed out his breaths. His heart was pounding so furiously it was as if it were also trying to force out his hair. To make him choke.

Moving his hand away from Shouta's left nipple, he reached down underneath his skirt, gripping at his husband's twitching erection tearing another cry out of Shouta. Hips jumped forward frantically as he squeezed the stiff shaft; marveling at just how swollen it felt underneath his fingers. As if Shouta was going to burst the second he got that ring off. And it sent chills of pleasure down his back.

Would he look as swollen as he felt? Red and dripping wet? Already his fingers felt soaking wet from a few swipes of the head of his erection earning him a few wild whimpers, cracking and hoarse already as those hips jumped forward only to slam backwards eagerly with those ragged, uneven pants leaving him. The hand in his hair pulled out of the locks, flying down to claw at his forearm.

Gripping at him so fiercely, so tightly it was trembling from the that grip as the man whimpered at him again. Nails bit into his forearm sending shivers down his spine. "Please! Please, please, please! Please, Zashi! I wanna! Please!"

"Nnnghhn! no, y-you don't get too! You're g-gonna fucking take it and I-I'll- Mmmm! Nnnghn, fuck! Fuck, baby! Ah, I'm trying to t-talk! You- Nnnn! Yes! Shit! I-Is that how you think y-you'll prove it? By fu-fucking yourself against me? Sq-Squeezin' my cock so fucking tight? You think th-that'll let you cum? Be-Because it won't!"

"Nnn! Please! Please, Zashi! I-I'll prove it! Prove it so good! Please! Please, let me cum, Zashi! I wanna cum! It's- Ah! Ahhnn, right there! Right there! Please, baby, please! Let me, let me, le-let me! Please!"

"You've b-been a fucking brat, a mean little fucker, and- Oh! Ohhh, shit! Ah! Ah! You don't deserve it! Y-You need to-! Ohhhh, Shouta! Shouta, j-just prove it! Beg me! Beg to cum, baby! Prove to me you'll m-make it up to me! Show me! Show me y-you f-fffucking deserve it!"

"Zashi! Zashi, please! Let me cum! Let me, let me! Please! I can't- Nnngh it's ri-right there! Right there, Zashi, there! I can't- Mmmmfff! Please! Z-Zashi, Daddy, baby, please! Let me cum!" His husband's voice was a wild, scathing howl that sent shivers down his spine as those hips worked frantically backwards and he wasn't sure he'd last much longer.

Oh, what a tease that would be to his poor husband. He grunted when those fingers ripped at his hair sending pain across his scalp as those nails on his waist clawed viciously at him as he pinched Shouta's nipples tightly making the man cry out as he jerked in his arms. God, he loved this man. So beautiful from his appearance to his personality to the sweet, occasionally guttural sounds that left him.

He twisted lightly at his nipple, pinching hard as he possibly could making the man cry out breathlessly before heaving in a raspy sounding breath. His chest expanded beneath his hands then shuddered as that breath flew out. Those nails clawing at his waist, his forearm, had him shuddering as he thrusted forward delightedly into the black-haired man. Feeling him jerk and jolt in his arms each time he hit his prostate.

Loving those wild moans that flew out of him each time. "I-I told you! Prove it to me, Shouta! Show me you deserve it! Show me how badly you deserve to cum! Tell me! Show me! Nnnghnn, come on, I know you can! Show me, baby, show me!"

"Ohh God, please! Please! I-I'll do anything t-to prove it! Anything! Just let me c-cuuummm! Please, please, please, please! Nnnnff please! I can't- I wanna cum! Please, baby! Daddy, please! I wanna! I can't- Ah! Ah! I- Mmmm, I can't take it! Fu-Fuckin' me so go-good you're dri-driving me crazy! I want it! Want it, Daddy! Zashi! Please, please, please please!"

He loved it. Loved how frantic, desperate his husband truly sounded as he begged him with such shameless words that it was like a zap of electricity through him each time; hearing that voice calling him those sweet little nicknames so openly, shouting his name so gutturally had his orgasm creeping up on him. It was- God, he couldn't hope to last. Not when his husband gasping, crying out and moaning so shamelessly.

When he was writhing in his arms with each swing of those hips becoming vicious as he chased after his own orgasm that wouldn't be coming. Not until he took it off. And he wanted to see this man squirm a little more. Just a little more. Squeezing that throbbing erection, pinching his left nipple, he pounded into that tight and twitching hole again and again as if it was a desperate thing; like he had a ring on .

His orgasm twisted tighter, tighter, tighter through him. His erection was throbbing, twitching occasionally with the pure pleasure running rampant and his husband writhed with a wail on his lips as if he knew that he was close. That he was coming any second and he wasn't. The man threw his head back against his shoulder, pressing fiercely against it as he squirmed, writhed and clawed at him frantically and that was it.

He was tipping over, unable to hold it back a second longer as that tense pressure finally snapped through him and he was moaning loudly into the side of his husband's neck shamelessly. He clung to the man tightly as he slammed his hips forward rapidly before stiffening up. Unable to move a second more as that orgasm burned through him; something he twitched, writhed and squeezed Shouta through it.

The black-haired man whimpered wildly in his arm with each throbbing twitch his erection gave. He breathed out on a weak groan as Shouta hiccupped a sound; he wasn't sure what it was but as he slid slickly out of him, the black-haired man continuously writhed with a wordless wail of protest on his lips as he pulled out. He then slid his hands out of his husband's costume, the man bucking as if it was too much.

As if to lose his dick, to lose his hands, it was all too much and he knew it was. He spun Shouta around forcing him to sit on the bed, tugging his hips to the edge of the bed and he shoved and bunched the skirt up to his waist again. Seeing and feeling the wet patch on the fabric from the pre-come; just enough to find what he was looking for. His erection was twitching, looked absolutely swollen just like he thought it would,

It was dripping pre-come shamelessly with that light throbbing beneath his fingers when he wrapped them around it again. And the wild whimper he got with a buck of those hips had him looking up. Those dark eyes burned at him, a sheen of tears to them that welled in tiny droplets in the corners of them. His face was beautifully flushed, a droplet of drool swelling in the corner of his lips, trembling there.

Trembling before dripping down to rewet his chin as he whimpered at him. Brows tight together, those lashes fluttering quickly in a fast little blink that smeared those tiny tears and his mouth hung open with those cracking pants. Thighs spreading wider as his hips arched up desperately and his chest was heaving with those pants, his legs trembling as he whined at him wordlessly. Begging, begging, begging with a look alone.

His hands were gripping fistfuls of the blanket on either side of him, nails dragging over the fabric. Waiting for him to do something. But instead he pulled his hand away, reaching down fiddling with the condom before tugging it off of himself as Shouta watched with a twitch. Pulling the slick thing off, tying it off, he stood up walking around the bed as Shouta followed his movements with his eyes.

Turning his head to follow his movements as he tossed it in the trash, humming softly. Then he plucked a wipe out of the pack to clean himself off all while the rustling of sheets behind him had his heart pounding. All casual things he would do when they were done. All things that signaled the end of a sexual encounter. However, he knew and Shouta knew it truly wasn't. Not at all was it the end. Nowhere near it.

When he turned back to his husband the man was squirming, thighs pressing together now as the skirt brushed over them. The black-haired man then squirmed again now that he was looking at him. A whimper left his husband as hips arched upwards again in a little thrust and he felt his skin burn. Felt the lust threatening to rip his orgasmic afterglow to bits as he walked around the bed again to his husband.

A little more. He'd give it a little more. As quickly as those thighs had pressed together, they flew open eagerly when he squatted down in front of Shouta and he slid his hands up his trembling thighs feeling them twitch as if to spread wider beneath the light touch. He groaned at the sight of a droplet of pre-come dripping down his shaft prompting him to lift his hand up grabbing that lightly throbbing, twitching erection.

Opening his mouth, he flattened his tongue against it and licking his way up. Swirling his tongue around the soaked head had his husband whimpering as he bucked up eagerly and he wouldn't keep him waiting. Not for this. He covered the head then slid down to the ring in one fluid, fast movement and swallowing when he paused there making his husband cry out wordlessly. He then slid his fingers up between his slick cheeks.

Finding the twitching hole that seemed to suck his fingers right in the moment he pressed them against it. The wild, cracking moan he got set his blood aflame yet again and it successfully chased away that orgasmic euphoria. Gone, gone, gone. He began bobbing his head, swallowing each time he got to the base and sucking at the dripping head that was dripping drop after drop of that bitter pre-come onto his tongue and he loved it.

Oh, he fucking loved every second of it. He knew that through the desperation his husband was enjoying it. He knew it but he was a touch worried that Shouta wouldn't use their safe word. That he had forgotten it when hands slid into his hair and shoved him to the base as he thrusted his fingers into the black-haired man's twitching hole that seemed to squeeze around his fingers viciously as if it were his dick again.

Squeezing, clenching rhythmically as if his body want to milk him dry somehow. He groaned as his husband copied his very motions from earlier; yanking him up then slamming him down to his pelvis leaving him little time to breath in before he was shoved back down and the feeling of his twitching, swollen erection sliding down his throat? Oh, it was euphoric. It was fucking amazing and he swore he would die happy.

Die right now and he'd be the happiest man on the planet. Up and down, up and down, he was yanked up and slammed down mercilessly by his whimpering, moaning husband as those thighs squeezed around his head and rubbed together making him moan loudly himself. God, those thighs were so strong he was sure they could burst open a damn watermelon. Oh, that image was good.

He hoped Shouta choked him out someday with these strong thighs of his. Squirming, pressing, and squeezing those thighs had him moaning as the hands yanked at his hair fiercely, dragging him up and down yet he knew the man would get no reprieve. No orgasm. It had to be torture for his husband. A delicious, agonizing torture. Huffs of air left his husband, cracking and hitching as the whimpers underneath them finally, finally became words.

"Zashi! Zashi, please! I can't- Nnnghnn! Ah! Ah! Yes! Fuckin'- Yess! Shit, fuck! B-Bet you love you choking on m-my fucking cock! Haah, haah, fuck me again, Zashi, again! Again! I want- Mmmm! Want you to cum inside! Wa-Want your cock! Again, Zashi! I- Oh! Oh, ah! Ahnn please!" He was screaming, howling his words in such a way he knew the man would be horse for the next day at least and that excited him far more than it should have.

Shouta with a gravelly, hoarse voice was the absolute best. It was like a jolt to his dick every time he heard it. Just like now. It wa always so rough, so husky that it never failed to get him going and wanting to hear it more. To hear those cries cracking, here the whimpers croaking out of him one at a time. Knowing that no amoutn of honey and tea seemed to help his husband's poor ragged throat. And he fucking loved that fact. Loved it so much.

Even if his husband's face was horribly disgusting when his allergies kicked in, puffy red eyes, a dripping red nose there was nothing hotter than that sick voice of his. Husky, hoarse with cracks and squeaks in it like he was going through puberty again. Screams choking off, yells cracking into wildly as his voice popped in and gave out randomly. It was so good and the thought of his husband's being that husky tomorrow? Oh, it was good.

Those hands were yanking and pulling him so fast it was making him positively dizzy. It was hard to suck in his frantic breaths when he got to the head, hard to think of air when he was having his mouth fucked so hard it was hard to do anything but grip onto Shouta's trembling, squeezing thighs. He didn't know if it was the right or wrong choice when his nails bit instinctively into those outer thighs when his husband howled out wordlessly.

The sound trembled, shaking on it's way out as Shouta gasped in his breaths above him. He moaned around the stiff erection in his mouth, loving the little ache to his jaw and he squeezed his own thighs together at the stirrings twisting through him. THe arousal that was welling up. Clinging to those trembling thighs, hsi husbands' rasping breaths above him as those fingers ripped and tugged at his hair until his scalp screamed.

"Ohhh my fu-fucking God, please! Please, Zashi! Zas- D-Daddy, please! I'll be good! S-Ssssooo goood! I'll be good, I promise! I w-won't be mean! I'll- Ahhnnn! Please! Le-Let me cuuuum! It's- Fuck! Please! I'll d-do anything! I'll pay back! I pr-promise! F-For the love of God, just let me fucking cum!" His husband gasped in breaths that wheezed on their way down, sending shivers down his spine as the man gasped wildly.

He thrusted his fingers into the black-haired man delightedly, hardly remembering to do that let alone swallow or breathe. He inhaled as fast as he could when he got to the head but there was nothing he could do to remember to swallow. Drool was rolling down his chin, pooling and breaking free from the corners of his mouth but he hardly cared one bit. That bitter taste of pre-come was dripping onto his tongue as that shaft twitched wildly.

Hands ripped at his hair viciously making him dig his own nails, his own fingers, into those trembling thighs. And fuck if it didn't make those thighs tighten around his head as Shouta cried out above him. Forcing him up and down, up and down. Slamming him to his pelvis as those hips jerked up grinding against his mouth desperately. The man was huffing for his breaths much like he was sending shivers down his spine.

God, this was something he could do every single day. Make this man wear his wring, tease and fuck him u8ntil he was positively falling apart like this. A wild, feral animal that clawed and bucked at him desperately. It was sending heat burning under his skin again as the wiry black curls tickled his face until Shouta lifted his head again then slammed him back down. Resuming that wild, fierce pace as he thrusted his fingers into the black-haired man.

Trying to mimic the rhythm. And ohh, it didn't help his situation at all. He swore his nose would be sore from how hard Shouta was slamming him down against his pelvis as those hips thrusted upwards with each downwards shove of his head. He moaned around his erection pulling another high, shrill cry out of the man. His voice trembling, cracking as hands trembled against his scalp from how tightly they clutched his hair.

His thighs were trembling beneath his hands as well, squeezing tight, tight, tight around his head as Shouta panted wildly above him. It was damn close to those hyperventilating gasps one would have during an panic or asthma attack. Far too fast, far too shallow. Shouta's hands were tugging at his hair fiercely, trembling fiercely as the man released a wild whimper as he squirmed slamming him back down to his pelvis.

Grinding up desperately, urgently against his mouth when those whimpers, those cries finally became words again. "Now! I wa-wanna cum r-right now! Please, Zashi, please! I'm gonna fu-fuuuckin' lose it! Please, baby! Please!"

Oh, the way those screams and howls were cracking from the force. He felt a rush of pity for the man through the lust tearing its way through him and he swore he could feel that erection swelling as the orgasm that was no doubt trying to force its way past the unrelenting ring. Twitching, dripping against his tongue he thrusted his fingers in rubbing along the twitching inner walls. Searching, searching, searching.

He knew he found it when his husband was howling in that cracked, husky tone. He lifted his other hand up as he rolled his fingers in circles against the spot making those legs curl tightly over his shoulders, the wild breaths coming so fast he was genuinely afraid Shouta would hyperventilate himself into fainting. He ground his fingers into the spot viciously, relentlessly as the hands in his hair yanked and slammed him down hard against his pelvis.

Loving how those wild curls of hair tickling his nose each time. Shouta's hands held him down, his hips grinding up desperately against his lips before yanking him up again and slamming him down fiercely pulling a moan out of him. Fuck, he just knew his jaw would be aching along with his nose from the force. From the sheer strength of those hands shoving him up and down desperately.

As if it would get rid of the ring. He pushed against those hands as he popped off of the black-haired man, a few droplets of drool running down his own chin that he failed to noticed as he swallowed the excess in his mouth, carefully pulling the ring up and the man moaned wildly as fingers tightened in his hair. He then squeezed the swollen, twitching erection and he knew he had mere seconds.

A few minutes at best to even to say it. To coax his husband right over that edge he'd been insufferably hanging on. "Y-You promise you'll be good?"

"So good! S-So goood, Daddy, promise! Promise, promise! Swear!"

"You'll make it up to me?"

"Yessss! Yes, Zashi, I will!"

"Then you can cum! Come on, baby, you can do it, I promise! Be a good boy and cum on Daddy's face, won't you?"

The cracking moan he got, the raspy quality to it as he began stroking the swollen, twitching erection in his hand as he ground his fingers viciously into his husband's prostate all were tiny things that had the man gasping in fast breaths that wheeze on their way in and out. He stroked his husband fast, squeezing tightly with what he hoped was the right pressure his husband needed and angled his face, that erection in his hand towards his face.

He honestly didn't know who was more eager; him or Shouta. His own breaths were rasping in and out again as his fingers slid slickly along his husband's dick. Wet from all the pre-come that had dripped down it and smeared on his fingers. From his own saliva which seemed to be a more than adequate lube as he ground his thumb to the leaking tip then began twisting his hand as he pressed onto his prostate.

When he leaned in swirling his tongue around the tip then grinding his piercing into the leaking slit it pulled a hoarse cry from his husband. He could feel it immediately; that it was the trigger. Two minutes. Far longer than he assumed but his husband was very quickly howling, jerking as those thighs clenched around his head tightly. His heels dug into his upper back fiercely as he clung to him. And he ignored it.

Ignored it in favor of the giddy, smug feeling of those hips thrusting upwards eagerly, the breaths rasping out of his husband faster, faster, faster. Feeling that erection throbbing viciously against his palm and fingers as the man stiffened up with his howl coming cutting off hoarsely, silently as he trembled. He loved every second of it. The tight tremble of his husband, the hot splattering on his face and landing on his lenses, a bit of it hitting his tongue.

He shuddered when the his husband's silent cry melted into shameless moans of clear relief as his erection gave a final twitch with a weak dribble of come trailing down his fingers. But he knew better than anyone it wasn't over. Not by a long shot as that erection twitched in his fingers, softening slightly yet refusing to go down all the way. His husband's hard, wild panting had him licking his lips.

Lifting his hand up, he licked it free of the come before leaning down and lapping up the remaining bits leaking down that twitching, half hard dick delightedly coming up to suckle at the head pulling a moan from the black-haired man who squirmed underneath him. Hands left his hair as he stood up, sliding his fingers out of that twitching hole that seemed intent on keeping them inside as a whimper left him.

He shuffled up then hovered above the man who was staring up at him with that burning lust mixing with the unfocused effect of a damn good orgasm. Shouta then shuddered as he reached out brushing his fingers over his burning cheek. Oh, they were going to have fun over the next couple of hours and Shouta knew that as well when he leaned down kissing his sweaty forward softly. He'd give him a break, a breather, and he'd do so happily.

Whatever Shouta needed. His husband whimpered at him when he stroked his hot cheek softly as he smiled down at the trembling man. A smile that held all the pride he felt. The absolute glory that this man was his. Shouta needed the praises, needed the comfort, and he'd happily give them to him as he rubbed his nose to his gently before he breathed out the two words, he knew would please his husband.

The words those dark eyes begged him to say. Words that he wouldn't even think of denying him.

"Good boy."