Fifty Shades of EraserMic

by CrypticBeans

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

43. To the Bathroom!

Hizashi liked to play with boundaries. He liked to find them, to observe, and play along that edge; he liked to run and tap along it until he was told enough was enough. Perhaps it was a residual effect he had from his biological parents who had always pushed his boundaries from a very young age until he was adopted by Yuki and Kimiko Yamada at the age of three. Maybe it was because there was no self-control on his end.

While he could hardly force himself onto another person's boundaries or force them to push at them, he would always encourage. Would always offer that support if they needed it, help them if they wanted it, and he would stand off to the side if that's what they needed as well. Boundaries, often enough, can be pushed, and they can be fussed with. That much he knew. However, he knew there were boundaries that never moved.

Boundaries you did not -should not- cross. And Shouta had presented him with many of those. While his husband, his sweet, adorably private and shy husband liked to push and prod at his own boundaries, Hizashi knew there was some he would never push. Boundaries he would never cross. The others, however? Oh, those were fair game, and he delighted in pushing, teasing and coaxing his husband to step a toe over them.

Doing it to find the black-haired man flying over the line so fast it was a mere dot when he looked behind, he was sure of it. When Hizashi had offered this challenge, this exploration of kinks, he would never in a million years have imagined how fast his husband would adapt or unfurl happily into the sexual, kinky situations the way he did. Of course, in the beginning Shouta was shy, stiff and easily embarrassed.

Easy to spook. But now? Oh, now his husband looked utterly delighted when presented with something, would happily dive into research after research into a particular kink if he so much as alluded it. After all, he did the same. It was amazing to see his husband, Shouta Aizawa, unfurling eagerly into this bold, sexually confident man that he hadn't been before was amazing. It made him feel giddily proud of him.

However, in a casual setting, his husband wasn't good at dirty talk. Thought to much about it and got himself embarrassed but during sex? During sex, Shouta would scream the most vulgar things he could come up with. The man was also an amazing sexter, there was something about seeing his husband happily expanding and branching out that warmed his heart. He had thought of the challenge initially as a fun thing for them to do.

To explore. To find a way to get those secret desires out of themselves. He would have never imagined finding out so many things about Shouta. Things he genuinely had no clue of before. Finding out things the black-haired man had kept tucked deep down close to his heart. Fantasies he knew the man would have thought would never be brought into reality. And by God, he was happy he did this.

For Shouta. For himself.

He loved to help his husband broaden his horizons, push his boundaries if he so asked, and it was working. Shouta had various moments of doubt, naturally, which he got. But the way he threw himself into it now? It was aweing. And the fact his husband was brave enough to tell him he wanted pet play? That he liked their BDSM scenes? That he had those little exhibitionist tendencies? It was huge steps for Shouta to admit out loud.

Even if he did it with a red face, a mumble of sorts, he still was so damn proud of it he felt fit to burst. And it was why, he happily looked over the list a few days after the orgasm denial. That maid outfit had been lovingly, reverently tucked away beneath their bed for future uses, that he took at what they had remaining. They had exactly three or so days until school kicked up again and he wanted to find a few more things to bang out.

Literally. It was then that he took into account what he would want; what Shouta would want. And it was then his eyes locked on one of his own suggestions. Bathroom sex. Now, at the time he had merely wanted to suggest doing it in their bathroom but knowing what he knew now? With Shouta's boundaries being much easier to approach and understand? Those broadened horizons? It wouldn't be conventional.

Not in the slightest bit.

But he could mix the best of both worlds. They could do it in a bathroom and have it be somewhat public? Shiver worthy. He was far from an exhibitionist, perhaps more of a voyeur as his husband playfully accused him of being, but he could see the potential. He could see how risky it was. And fuck if that didn't sound positively, one hundred percent tempting. Shouta, unsurprisingly, had got off many times so far to those elements of exhibitionism.

To being watched, being heard, and more deliciously? Being caught. The way the black-haired man came faster than anything when he used those little teasing words with those three things in mind was aweing. He knew his husband liked it, but he had the feeling that it was liked far more than he truly understood. Perhaps it was how he had found a very strong love for most of the things they had done so far.

Something that was wild to him that Shouta was changing so much. And he loved every damn second of it. And it was this idea that had him awake at night as he scrolled on his phone, searching for little places that would be more likely to have private bathrooms before Shouta's arms curled around him and that stubbled cheek squished against his own as Shouta groaned at him to go to sleep already.

Nuzzling that cheek to his making him melt into the bed as he took his hearing aids and glasses off before giving in. Searching, reading, looking, and driving himself frantic looking for somewhere that would have the opportunity for something. It was only when Shouta caught onto his manic energy that his husband questioned him in those dry, bland tones why he was so worked up lately.

Asked what he was actually doing on his phone and laptop at all hours lately. And it burst out of him; his plan, his ideas, and what he wanted to do. And oh, the way those dark eyes flared at him with interest, the curiosity he knew he'd find paired with how those cheeks flushed a soft pink? Worth it. Once he put it out there, his husband happily threw himself into the research with that same manic manner he himself had displayed.

It was Friday afternoon by the time they found a place; a tiny little café about twenty minutes away from the mall they had frequented with Nemuri each on their solo missions. A solid thirty minutes away. Ten minutes in between. And of course, by the time they found it, with bated breath, it was closed meaning Saturday morning or afternoon they were doing it. He honestly didn't know how they fell asleep that night with the excited whispers.

With wriggling legs and hitching breaths that led into giggles in his case and Shouta growling at him to go to sleep, but he could hear it. The excitement, the nervousness, in his tones. It was only when Eri barged her way into the room that Saturday morning, right at six o'clock on the dot, he happily made the girl her breakfast while Shouta hunted her down to get her dressed. And after getting her fed he was far too excited.

Once Eri was picked up and the door shut, once he turned to Shouta, it was like they burst to life. Shouta flew to the bedroom to not only change out of his pajamas but to shower, to get himself ready and Hizashi was almost ashamed to admit how impatiently he bounced on the edge of the bed. Neither of them trusted his self-control and they certainly didn't want to be exhausted or nowhere close to being in the mood by the time they got there.

This meant separate showers. When Shouta flew out, still soaked head to toe with a towel around his waist, he had launched to his feet running into the steamy bathroom shutting the door behind him. How frantic they were to get ready, to get the cats situated then flew out the front door with a shout to Hitoshi they'd be back later to have dinner. Then they got a mere shout back from behind a closed door that was barely audible.

And then it was a mere matter of getting in the car, pulling up the GPS on his phone, and pinpointing the exact location before setting out onto the road. Hizashi wasn't sure how he managed to keep from bouncing as he drove when Shouta fidgeted and fussed with his seatbelt with trembling fingers. They had a game plan in place. While they were in public, they agreed upon four things. A timeline of events.

One, is Shouta would get himself ready with a plug. Two, one of them would have to get the other in the mood which meant sexting was absolutely on the table for them as if one got aroused then they knew it wouldn't take long for the other to follow. Three, if Shouta agreed to get himself ready then Hizashi would be one hundred percent comfortable with being responsible for a condom and the lube.

Even going so far as to find a pair of jeans with the deepest pockets he could find while his husband wore a bagged pair of black sweats that were cuffed at his ankles and tight around his waist but loose elsewhere to stuff the plug in. And finally, the fourth thing they agreed upon is they needed to have an act in place. A fake scenario that they could use and twist to rationalize why two men, clearly in a relationship, would need to be in the bathroom at the same time.

Once those four things were met, Hizashi was confident that everything else would fall into place. While Shouta always told him that he was open to trying everything at least once, he had his own little motto. it didn't matter if it couldn't happen, it didn't matter if it even did. so long as they were to try to do it then that's all that mattered. As long as they truly put effort behind trying then he didn't care what the outcome was.

Just so long as they tried. And it was on their drive over to that little café that he noticed his husband's fidgeting. Plucking at the loose fabric of his sweatpants, scratching his stomach or cheek, his knee that was jiggling slightly at intervals. How he took quiet little breaths when the music crested then let them out. All little things he stopped when Hizashi looked over at him curiously. His hands were trembling.

He looked flushed with every minute they got closer, his chest fluttering with quick breaths that his husband no doubt was trying to keep quiet, and his leg was a damn jackhammer by the time they were a mere six minutes away from the café itself. Shouta looked as if he was about to puke when they pulled into the little parking lot. It didn't seem too busy so far; there were obviously three cars of the employees, a car parked one space from the one he chose and a motorcycle.

Nothing too busy he had to assume. He put the car in park yet kept the keys in the ignition. Kept the car running when he turned to his flushed, fidgeting husband. Those dark eyes flicked to him, teeth attacking his thumb nail but not ripping it away; more like he was chewing on it anxiously when he looked to him. It was there in his eyes; the anxiety, the nervousness, the excitement and eagerness.

It was all swirling together creating a sickening effect even for him and he didn't feel anything close to what his husband felt in that moment. He lifted his hand from the gear shift and rested it on Shouta's jackhammering knee, forcing it down and still before giving it a soft squeeze. "Shouta, are you sure you want to do this? You know you don't have to if you don't want to, baby."

"No! No, I-I want to!" Shouta's voicer trembled, sounding breathless but it was far from that good breathlessness; more like his husband had to gulp more air when he didn't need it to feed his trembling words as his shaking hands flew down to squeeze his own that rested on his knee. "It's- Zashi, I can't- How are we going to do this? How are we going to get away with this? If we even come off the tiniest bit suspicious, they won't let us in the room together."

"Well," He offered a little smile to his husband, squeezing his knee again. "You're not wrong."

"And even then they're going to look at you weird when you say you want to be in the bathroom if I'm sick! I just- There's so many ways this can go wrong, Zashi."

"Of course, there is!" He got a sharp look, but he squeezed Shouta's knee tightly. "But it's okay! It'll be fine, I promise. I'll take the blame for everything, I'll make sure we're convincing, and more than anything I won't let a thing happen to you, baby. I said it a million times in the beginning but Shouta, if you cannot do this -if you don't want to do this- then I won't be mad one bit."

"...Are you sure?

"Darling boy, I promise you I will not be one bit mad if you can't do this! It's a huge step from finding out your husband is an exhibitionist and then throwing not only him into a risky situation like this but both of us. It's nerve wracking for you, baby, so if you want to back out? Then do it. I won't mind, darling, at all."

"Mmm, I coulda said no in the beginning but I didn't." Hizashi sighed out at that soft, mumbling tone of his husband's when those hands squeezed his and he frowned at the black-haired man who lifted his gaze up again. "I want to try, Zashi. The least we can do is try, right? We have a plan, we have steps, and the least I can do is try with you. It's a huge fucking step but I- I want to try and I just-"

"It's okay, baby, I understand! We can try and we'll take it moment by moment, okay? I promise I'll do everything for you! Every little thing will be taken care of! If it doesn't work out? Then oh well! We tried, baby, and that's all we can hope to do is try." He then slid his hand up Shouta's thigh, up to the top then back down to his knee, squeezing gently making that Adam's Apple bob with a little swallow now doubt when those black lashes fluttered in a fast blink.

Dark eyes then lifted flickered down at their hands, a little breath leaving his husband before he looked once more. That was another tell on his husband's nervousness; his gaze never rested on one thing. He took deep breaths. He smiled softly at Shouta which earned him a weak little smile back. "I guess you're right. It won't hurt just to try to do it."

"Just know that you're free to back out, Shouta. If you need to, if you feel you can't do this, then back out. I completely understand this is a huge, risky step. Think about it for a second, okay? I want you to really think about it again."

Shouta squeezed his hand, his wrist lightly, as his leg jiggled weakly beneath it as he took a deep breath. Let it out slowly then reached down for the buckle of his seat belt pressing on it, letting it zip across his chest and waist into its place by the door. Then he turned in his seat, squeezing his hand with such strength that he was helpless not to return it; squeezing his hand back, he watched that solidifying and determined look swell up.

From the set of his jaw, the little pout on his lips and how his brows came together right down to the look in his eyes. Such a determined man his husband truly was. It wasn't unexpected but he wanted Shouta to take that out if he needed it. Wanted it. This was pushing the boundary between fantasy and reality; pushing the boundary tightly for social conduct, pushing what was right and wrong.

Morally and ethically. Legally. This was far riskier than fucking in the backseat of a car on a near isolated road. This was a bathroom, in a public setting no matter if it was semi or full. They were doing something that should be strictly stay and be at home. Stay and be in the bedroom. It wasn't for the world outside, it wasn't' something a person DID but he wanted nothing more than to toe the line.

Even if they got inside and waited in line to kick it off, even if they got halfway through sexting, teasing under the table and Shouta wanted to back out? Fine. One thousand percent FINE. He would personally take his husband's hand and lead him back to the car if he couldn't even take a step inside the cafe. "Let's try, Zashi. Like you said, take it moment by moment."

"Are you completely sure, Shouta?"

"Yes." There was still a little tremble to his hands, a shortness in his breath, and his legs was jiggling underneath his hand albeit weakly. Shouta was anxious, whether he wanted to admit it or not, and Hizashi knew they'd take it step by step. Then Shouta took another deep breath. "We have everything, right?"

"I got everything, baby! We're ready to go if that's what you want. Let's just go inside, yeah? Even if we don't do anything sexual, at least we can get something! I know I was looking at their menu online and they do have some good teas! They have endless coffee choices and little snacks too, so it won't be a lost cause if we don't have sex, baby!"

"Zashi, you are way too accepting about not getting sex no matter the setting. I don't get it at all. Anyone else would be mad or frustrated, so I really just can't wrap my head around it one bit."

"Because I have two fantastic mothers that pounded it into me that no one owes me a damn thing whether it's sexual or not. Which is true!" He then squeezed Shouta's trembling hand before tugging it away, placing his hand on the keys twisting to turn the car off then sliding them out of the ignition and pressing on the button of his buckle. Easing his seatbelt into place by the door then turning back to his husband. "Ready?"

Shouta hesitated, looking over him as if to gauge if he really would be unbothered. He smiled at his husband as he kept his fingers on the doorhandle, his keys still ready to go back in the ignition if his husband couldn't handle going in whether it was innocent or not. Ready to take him home if he so wanted. Then he got the quiet sound of a swallow followed by a determined tight little nod. "Ready."

Pulling on the handle, he pushed the door open stepping out only to sigh softly at just how cold the car had been when stepping out into the August heat. It was far worse than July; leaning more towards that thick, cloying humidity than it did towards the heatwave, burning heat of the previous month. Already, he swore he felt sweat covering the back of his neck in a little sheen from the heat sweltering under his hair.

Humming softly, he shut his door, then slid his keys into his thin cardigan pocket. Walking along the car when Shouta's door slammed shut next to him followed by the sound of his boots scraping over the asphalt of the ground as he walked around meeting the black-haired man by the front of the car. Unsurprisingly, the inner corners along with the top and bottom edges of his glasses were a touch smudged up from the humidity; fogging eagerly as they could.

It would never not be annoying but he knew it would break up inside. When they were back in a cooler environment. He held his hand out to Shouta, smiling when the black-haired man took it without a hint of hesitancy, and he weaved their fingers together giving a comforting squeeze before tugging him towards the glass door of the café. It was quiet save for those tiny, trembling breaths behind him.

The sound of scuffing from the bottom of Shouta's boots dragging against the ground mingling with the snap of his flip flops that he'd chosen today hid them well but he could still hear it. Still knew thy were being taken. Fingers wiggling between his slightly as they approached the door. He reached out grabbing the warm metal handle tugging it open listening to the chorus of bells above it with a hum as he stepped inside.

Much like he predicted, the cold air swirled around him eagerly. It would take a moment for his glasses to unfog themselves even a bit, but he didn't mind. He felt Shouta's hand squeeze his hand as he let his gaze flick quickly around the small café. The color theme was as adorable as it looked online; soft, pastel pinks with cocoa browns, soft edges to everything giving it a much softer appearance than it seemed online.

For such a small place they had about four tables and three booths. They walked past a booth right by the front door, another in the far-right corner and another in the far-left corner; there was a little doorway with a 'Bathroom's' sign above it making him hum softly. Public or private was the question but he had to admit this place was absolutely fucking adorable! He then felt Shouta drift a little closer to his side as they approached the counter.

Shouta was absolutely clinging to his hand and while it would be adorable any other time, he knew it was a nervous action. Anxious. He squeezed his hand as he smiled when a rather cheerful woman behind the counter greeted them. "Good afternoon! How can I help you?"

Another tight squeeze on his hand had him squeezing back instinctively as he smiled at the barista in front of him. "Good afternoon to you too! Could we get a Darjeeling tea with a blueberry muffin along with a hot caramel macchiato with two sugars and milk with a brownie with that?"

"Sure thing! Will that be for here or to go?"

"Here!"

After a few taps on the screen, he released Shouta's hand to tug his wallet out and slid his card into the chip reader humming softly after a few seconds then tugging it out sliding it back into his wallet as the barista smiled before turning to bustle behind the counter along the machines quickly. And then Shouta nudged him. Of course, he thought at first it was merely his husband squirming closer to him for a bit of comfort from his anxiety.

He hummed softly as he wiggled his wallet back into his cardigan pocket. And then he was nudged again. Harder than that first subtle little motion prompting him to look up curiously only to see his husband's eyes flick very obviously, very pointedly towards the wall making him blink before following it. Oh. Oh. Hanging on the wall by little white hooks were two wooden handles, with a cursive writing of Men's and Women's.

It led down to a ring in a small hole on the bottle; dangling off that ring was a key each. One that cocoa brown and the other is a soft, pastel pink. Just like the rest of the café it seemed. He felt his eyes widening as he stared at the two little keys before letting his gaze flick to Shouta again to find those dark eyes locked on him intensely, brows raised just a bit at him. A brush of those trembling fingers against the back of his hand.

Private bathrooms. Singular. That meant they could do this. If Shouta could emotionally, mentally handle it then this became very quickly a real possibility. When their cups were placed down, he picked his up and Shouta reached out picking his own cup up with his brownie with a soft mumble and he happily smiled at the barista. "Thank you!"

"You're welcome! Feel free to take a seat wherever you'd like!"

He smiled with a nod then turned on his feet, walking right in the direction of that left corner booth with Shouta hot on his heels as he slid into the seats facing the café allowing him to get the view of a few people at the tables. Two at a table and a man in the corner right booth next to them. Not wanting to say something aloud, slipping up somehow, he reached down digging his phone carefully out of his left jeans pocket.

He then his at Shouta as the man lifted his cup up to blow at before sipping at carefully. He watched Shouta shift slightly before his phone was in his hand, the black and red cover glowing at him with a few cat stickers placed on it by Eri. He wasn't too concerned by them texting back and forth; it seemed the other three patrons had their phones out as well, tapping away. So, surely, they wouldn't stand out, would they?

He lifted his own cup taking a gulp at him, tapping his toes lightly with delight at that familiar sweet and musky taste of the tea as he hummed softly; it was quite ironic that his husband was the coffee drinker in their family, and he was an avid tea drinker. While he could absolutely delight in a cup or two of coffee, he found he preferred tea much more than coffee some days. Perhaps that was thanks to his mothers'.

They had also been rather avid tea drinks and happily introduced him, his younger sisters and brother, to the world of tea. The delights of all the flavors. Ironic how his younger adoptive siblings then became complete monsters that relied heavily on caffeine; whether it was coffee or energy drink his siblings slammed it down. He wasn't averse to a Red bull throughout the day, but he hardly needed it.

Shouta on the other hand slammed them down if he needed them in between his jelly pouches. Unlocking, it seemed to trigger something in his husband. Heard Shouta take a deep breath. Slow, even. He opened their texts, frowning a bit to himself. Shouta was far more nervous and anxious than he was admitting now that he was hiding those other tells. He knew how determined and stubborn his husband could be but he needed to reiterate it one more time.

Give the black-haired man that knowledge there was an out. That it wasn't an all or nothing situation.

Zashi-chan: How do you feel, baby? You still wanna do it?

Sho-chan: its fuckin me up

Zashi-chan: Sho, if you gotta walk away from this we can, honey, there's nothing keeping us here to do it. Do you want to go home now?

Sho-chan: no i don

Sho-chan: it dsnt feel like a bad way

Zashi-chan: Bad way what? You mean it's not fucking you up in a bad way?

Sho-chan: ya

Sho-chan: im worried theyll know & tht we r gunna get caught

Zashi-chan: Is that an unheard or untyped but I sense? 😉

Sho-chan: ya

Sho-chan: i dunno whts wrose

Sho-chan: feelin excited over such a risk or being so nervous

Sho-chan: its makin me feel like im gunna puke 😫

Zashi-chan: So, what do you want to do, baby? Do you want to leave after we finish? Or do you want to go to the bathroom soon and try? What would you feel best doing, baby?

Sho-chan: i wanna try

Sho-chan: i wanna try really bad, Zashi 😳

Zashi-chan: Okay, baby! If you want to at least try, then we will! Can I tell you something that might make you feel better?

Sho-chan: wht?

Zashi-chan: I completely understand how you feel. I feel the same, baby, being all twisted up with that anxiety and excitement until it feels nauseating

Zashi-chan: But it's hot, isn't it? Don't you think it's kinda interesting? To at least try?

Sho-chan: ya it is

Sho-chan: its like tht time after trainin member?

Zashi-chan: Oh? You still remember that?

Sho-chan: how cud i forgt?

Zashi-chan: Hmmm, you wanna think of it like that? Like the locker room or when we were in the showers?

Sho-chan: idk if thtll help tho bc its vry obv its not a shower room 😑

Zashi-chan: Well, you know what, Sho?

Sho-chan: wht?

Zashi-chan: Regardless of if we do it here

Zashi-chan: Regardless of if it does or doesn't happen

Zashi-chan: I still get to go home with you, still get to do whatever I want with you whether it's fucking you or making love with you. I get to TOUCH you, praise you how I see fit, and get to love you whether it's eating you out or letting you choke me with that glorious cock of yours

Sho-chan: oh? u wnna choke on it? glorious is it? its only six inches, Zashi & its really not much

Sho-chan: not at all good like urs. it wudnt fill u up like urs does at all

Sho-chan: whether we fuck or mkel ove it's always so good, zashi i cud let u touch me for HOURS, its so fuckin amazin

Zashi-chan: Amazing, huh? And don't go dick shaming yourself! You have six inches of GLORY! Sho, I get sit between your beautiful fuckin' legs whenever I want and happily let you squeeze my head like a fuckin' watermelon between those thighs of yours as I choke on that fucking cock you have! I fucking LOVE when you do that, you know!

Sho-chan: oh ya? u got the weridest fascination wit em, Zashi. theyre just thighs

Zashi-chan: Oh, they are and I swear, Sho, I could get off on fucking your thighs every damn NIGHT if you'd let me. Just use a bit a lube and go to fucking TOWN getting us off like that

Sho-chan: mm cud u? bc i think i shud get the chance to do it to you

Zashi-chan: Ohhh, yeah? You wanna? Just think I get to go home, whether we do this or not, and get to lay with you and kiss all over this beautiful, desirable body of yours for HOURS. Trace that pretty, sexy tattoo you got down there on your hip, and absolutely FUCK you into that bed.

Sho-chan: fuck me u rlly like it tht much?

Zashi-chan: I really, really do! It's sexy as FUCK knowing you got my name ON you! And I get to trace it, kiss it, and SEE it when I see you naked! So pretty, I LOVE seein' it when we fuck! And maybe, maybe, I get to see it better when I watch you fuck yourself on my cock. Nothing is prettier than that, Shouta, let me tell you

Sho-chan: mmm id beg to differ, you can be pretty fuckin pretty, zashi when i ride u. i cant possibly compare to all that pretty hair spread on on the blanket, feelin' u squirm and fuck UP into me. it really is a treat, zashi, feelin' u claw at my waist. how red your face gets, that sleepy look u get mm fuck its GOOD

Sho-chan: n i LOVE it

Zashi-chan: And there's nothing better than watching you squirm your hips, your thighs shaking as your hair flies around your face? How red it is, how shiny and foggy those dark eyes get and how sometimes if you're really into it you start drooling? Clinging onto one of my hands while you jerk yourself off?

Zashi-chan: Watching you ride me harder and harder like my cock is the best fucking thing you've ever had in your life? It's fuckin GOOD, Sho, you have no CLUE

Sho-chan: shit

Zashi-chan: What? What's wrong?

Lifting his gaze up, he found Shouta's face redder than anything; his lips trembling slightly much like his hands as he put his phone down on the table and he frowned a bit to himself. Did he overdo it? Did he say too much over text? His poor husband looked ready to absolutely keel over. He saw him fidgeting slightly when he looked away from him and he wanted to fix it; apologize for it.

He shifted then sliding out of his seat watching those dark eyes lift up to him, widening a touch when he gestured with his hands for him to scoot over. His husband never looked more embarrassed as he hesitantly scooted over on the seat allowing him to slide in next to him. He didn't know if he crossed or pushed some boundary, but he felt guilty; forgot himself for a second even if sexting was going to be part of it.

Even if what he said wasn't that vulgar, even if he was stating playful facts, he felt that stab of guilt hitting him right in the chest. He knew Shouta was anxious coming in, knew he was absolutely nervous about it all, and yet here he was being quite unfair over text saying these that without a doubt were making his husband feel far more nervous. ESPECIALLY when he just said he was so excited and so nervous he felt nearly sick.

His words, his messages, were not helping him relax like he thought they would at first and he felt awful over that as he reached out touching his trembling hand, covering it with his own and squeezing gently. He leaned in kissing that burning hot cheek gently as he pressed forehead to his temple softly, nudging his knee against Shouta's slightly before shuffling closer allowing their thighs to press together.

Giving him a comforting presence without being overwhelming as he felt the hand beneath his twitch slightly before curling into a tight fist.

"I'm sorry, Sho, I didn't mean to make you upset or make it worse." He murmured softly as he rubbed his thumb across the little knuckle of his husband's thumb, back and forth, back and forth until that hand was twitching beneath his own again when he leaned in kissing his hot cheek again. "Do you want to go home? Am I pushing too much? Talk to me, baby, tell me how you feel."

"I want-!"

"If you want to go home, we can, and you can yell at me the whole ride home if I pushed a boundary! Just tell me, okay? Let me know what you got cookin' in that noggin of yours."

"I-I'm fine, Zashi, I just-!"

He felt Shouta squirm next to him, his knee hitting lightly against his own with the action and his hand twitched get again underneath his hand to which he pulled back a bit to look at his husband's red face, those dark eyes that refused to stay in one place. What was going on in that head of his? Was it really too much but his husband wasn't saying it? He heard the quiet little sound of the black-haired man swallowing when eyes flicked up to meet his, full lips trembling for a second.

"I don't wanna go home. Ju-just what you said. It's-!"

What did I say? Did I-?

"Shouta, are you-?" If a face could get any redder, he's sure Shout's would be a dark, vivid red. Eyes flicked from him again making his own wide. Oh. Oh! "Shouta, does that get you all hot and bothered? What I said? You're squirming and blushing over a few truthful statements, baby?"

"Truthful or not it the way y-you said it, Zashi! You're just evil, aren't you?"

He couldn't help the little shiver rolling down his back when his husband hissed those words at him when that hand then twitched underneath his before finally flipping up to grab his hand. At first, he truly did assume Shouta would shove it away. That the man didn't want him touching any part of him at that moment; even going so far as to pull away to give him space but God, Satan, angels or demons could have helped him when that hand was dragged down into his husband's lap.

"Y-You're a fucking demon, Hizashi Yamada, you know that?"

Oh. Ohhh, he knew exactly what Shouta was doing. hissing and growling at him like he was? Those eyes narrowing on him? Shouta was asking silently, in no uncertain words, for him to go ON. For him to TALK rather than text it if possible as those fingers pressed against his own, pushing them down hard enough that he felt his eyes widened at the half hard, twitching bulge beneath them. He lifted his gaze to that red face.

Shivering at the little grin Shouta gave him, yet he could see it in his eyes. Begging him to make it easier. Begging, pleading for him to take a little pressure off of his mind before they went flying for the bathroom the way he KNEW they would be. He could still see a hint of nervousness in the way those hands trembled, his knee bouncing lightly again, but those fingers on his were coaxing him now to rub.

A shaky, tiny little breath leaving his husband as those fingers pressed his own down harder until he was giving in to the quiet little urge telling him it was fine. At least Shouta didn't wear jeans like he wanted to at first; the sound would draw all kinds of attraction from the sound of the rubbing, that much he knew from years of experience. The shiver that rolled over Shouta, the squirming of those thighs, and the hand over his was trembling.

Shaking. So pretty this man was with his flushed face, that begging look in his dark eyes, and his lips that trembled with shaky little breaths strangling down low that managed to brush against his cheek. It took no time, no time at ALL to feel that half hard bulge to harden beneath his rubbing fingers; twitching delighted and he couldn't help himself. He truly couldn't. Keeping his arm still, he began kneading at the hardness beneath his fingers.

Loving the twitch he got as Shouta bit at that bottom lip. Black brows twitching before coming together, the shaking breaths being taken through his nose though slower it seemed to keep from being too loud as he squeezed and kneaded delightedly. Pressing down he leaned in kissing Shouta's hot cheek, the desire twisting in him to find those lips as always insisted he find them. That there would be nothing wrong with it.

After all, they hadn't hidden once the possibility of being a couple. A little kiss wouldn't be the end of the world, would it? No, he didn't think so. But could he stop with just one? Could he be satisfied with just one? Or would he keep going for more, more, more? Lose himself in the soft, fullness of those lips? He couldn't. Not yet. And yet his husband released his lower lip, teeth dragging over it before they parted with a hitching little breath.

He then squeezed the twitching erection beneath his fingers, feeling Shouta's hips buck up against his palm in response and he knew he was in danger himself of getting hard. So dangerous this was as he grits his teeth, fiercely before coaxing his hand from Shouta's crotch earning him a soft groan close to his ear. A noise that sent shivers down his spine when he then let out a slow, shaking breath of his own.

The heat was moving through him slowly; not quite flames, not quite blinding, but slow and easy. Like lava. Trying to carve its way into his bones before it would inevitably rip upwards to rake beneath his skin. And he needed to do something about that before it could even have the chance to ignite. He swallowed when his own dick gives an excited twitch before he leaned towards Shouta's rather red ear, brighter than even his face it seemed as he took a breath.

"Put your head down. Act sick as can be, Sho, and take your coat off. You're gonna need to hide this-" He looked pointedly down at his husband's lap before clearing his throat. "I'll go get the key, I'll be right back, baby. Finish your coffee, if you can, and I'll be right back but you gotta keep your head down."

"Okay! Go!"

He slid out of the seat as Shouta shrugged the zip up hoodie off of him, shoving it onto his lap before leaning forward hiding his face in his arms yet that knee was bouncing, bouncing, bouncing, bouncing. Impatient, nervous, excited. He felt his own heart pounding wildly against his chest as he made his way across the café, shoving his phone into his pocket. Aware of a few pairs of eyes on him but he ignored it.

Ignored it because his mind was shrieking that they were doing it! It was happening and at the very least they were going to TRY to do it but that alone? Oh, it had that traitorous, leg trembling excitement dropping in his stomach as he took a breath approaching the front counter trying to calm the victorious, hopeful screeching in his head as he cleared his throat gaining the attention of both two women and a male employee.

Alright, it's just like he rehearsed before they left. He could do this; he'd always been the better actor, the better liar, out of him and Shouta with Nemuri only being a touch better than himself. He took a breath then smiled as convincingly as he could; hoping he displayed the right amount of polite concern. Then he swallowed before forcing those words from their trapped position in his throat.

He had to get this show on the road before his husband got too self-conscious. "Excuse me, could I get the bathroom key? My partner isn't feeling too good! Would it be alright if I got that from you so I can help him into the bathroom?"

"Oh, sure!"

Yes, yes, yes! He took the key once it was handed out to him by the helpful male worker, smiling at him before turning on his heel quickly rushing backwards Shouta with what he again hoped was the same amount of polite concern. His hair fluttered over his shoulder when he approached their table again, letting his gaze flick to his own cup; he'd have to get another cup of that and coffee for his husband once they hit the road again back home. He reached out knocking on the table making his husband's head raise up, peering over his arms and he shivered at the sight of that red face.

Such a little sliver of that view had his heart thumping wildly. He lifted the key wordlessly, watching those eyes brighten at the sight of it before flicking up to his face before shifting to the end of the seat, that hoodie in his lap when he reached out taking his husband's arm. All for the sake of making it appear he was going to help his husband down the little hallway to the bathroom. He held Shouta stand.

And surprisingly, the man was putting on a rather convincing sight. So convincing it earned them a few worried glances their way from a worker that had popped out no doubt to see if they needed help and a few of the other patrons. Shouta held a hunched over position, a low groan slipping out of him, but he was quite awed by the performance his husband was giving. He then helped Shouta shuffle down the hallway.

A slow shuffle to avoid anyone else from getting too worried but he knew they were on a tight, tight schedule. Yet he didn't rush his husband. Didn't rush him one bit even when he felt those glances leave them, let Shouta lean against the wall with trembling hands squeezing the fabric of his hoodie against his waist fiercely and his breaths were trembling as they came faster by the second. Just like in the car.

He slid the key into the lock twisting it, the click making his husband flinch as he then twisted the knob pushed at the door allowing it to swing open lazily when he came to his husband taking his arm gently. The way Shouta jolted at the soft touch, eyes wide at him, he had to wonder if his husband REALLY was okay. When he straightened up enough away from the wall, he pulled him towards the bathroom.

Shouta rushed in and he followed after shutting the door behind them. Flipping the lock. While every part of him was celebrating, screaming at the opportunity to just try this and see if it worked, concern cut into him when he took a deep breath. The nervousness now attacked him; making his hands tremble lightly as he turned to face his husband, taking another deep breath then letting it out.

Gathering his words together when arms were thrown around his shoulders. Hoodie dropped, those hands found their way to his hair yanking him towards the black-haired man. Lips crushed themselves against his own fiercely; hard, firmly did they slide against his own with a quiet lust that burned right into him, and he groaned softly as he moved his own instinctively with Shouta's. Lifting his hands to grab his waist.

Tugging the man closer, closer, closer to him as he leaned briefly against the door. Feeling Shouta positively CRUSH himself against him. Hips tight to his own, his chest achingly pressed against his allowing him to feel that pounding heart, and lips attacked his own with a fervent desire he couldn't help but answer too. All from a few texts? Was his husband still nervous? Was he still anxious?

Or was he too aroused now to truly understand it? Or was it both? Oh, so many questions he had buzzing around his head. He'd ask them all later. Instead, he focused on moving his lips eagerly with Shouta's as the man released a quiet noise. The softness of those lips, how they were very easily molding and melting against his own so perfectly had him damn near trembling as he listened to the familiar sounds of trembling breaths and smacking lips.

He slid his hands up underneath the soft, almost buttery fabric of Shouta's black tank top earning him a shudder. Sliding his hands against his waist delightedly relishing the warmth of his skin. How soft it felt under his skin from the lotion he'd pushed him to use more often. He slowly shifted himself, planting his feet before pushing forward standing up straight once again as he dragged his nails across that soft, warm skin earning him a whine.

Shifting forward, he then began walking Shouta backwards towards the other wall. Those lips attacked his with all the heat, all the lust a man could possess, and by God he couldn't help but whine at the heat within in and responding in kind to it earning him a whimper from his husband. They were on a tight schedule, however, and yet he couldn't stop himself from kissing this man for all his worth.

Giddy in the way those full lips were formed against his own, sliding and pressing slickly from those darting little licks Shouta was giving his bottom lip. Playful little licks that Shouta had been using more and more lately; not so much asking him to open his mouth but more playfully did he lick at his lips during their make out sessions. A new little thing his husband developed, and he LOVED it.

He broke the kiss, hooking his thumbs into the fabric of his husband's sweats. Swallowing a whine when hands slipped out of his hair only for it to be remedied quickly by those hands dropping down to his waist. Grabbing at the buckle of his belt.

Delightedly, he nipped at that full bottom lip earning him another little whimper from Shouta. He nipped again before giving in to a soft bite that had a sharp breath leaving his husband as hands continued to tug blindly at his belt, that all too familiar irritated growl leaving the black-haired man. He yanked fiercely at them causing him to move forwards then backwards, rocking slightly from the motion.

Chuckling softly while he tugged Shouta's sweatpants down to the tops of his thighs; not too low. They had agreed pants would only be lowered for access, no lower and nothing less. Once he got Shouta's sweats down, he moved his hands to grab those clawing and yanking hands away from his belt as he looked down between them reaching down to work the buckle apart only for those trembling hands of his husband's to fly down.

Ripping apart the button of his jeans, all but yanking his zipper down quickly before reaching up and shoving his pants down. It honestly was reminiscent of the night with the aphrodisiac. How eager, how hot, his husband had been. Desperate for clothes to come off. Desperate for the feel of skin beneath his hands. He cleared his throat when fingers began reaching for his boxers to tug them down as well, dark eyes flicking up to meet his gaze.

"Sho, a-are you sure you wanna do this? Are you okay with it?"

A bark of laughter left the man, under his breath and throaty as those eyes flamed at him when fingers dipped into his boxers grabbing onto his half hard erection and he sucked in a breath at the twitch when those fingers gripped at him while Shouta's other hand yanked his boxers down. Tugging him free of the fabric, then giving him such a tight squeeze had had to clench his jaw to keep from moaning a loud from the pressure given.

"If you value having a cock, you'll put it in me before I can think a second more about it and fuck me against this wall before they get suspicious! Got it?"

"Yes, sir!"

As if satisfied by that, his husband used his right hand to come up, twisting into his hair again pulling his face back to his and he happily delighted in leaning down to crush his lips to those full ones again. Kissing him with that same urgency, that same heat that was poured into the kiss from Shouta. Oh, how he could stand here for hours just kissing the black-haired man SILLY. He'd do it quite happily; kiss Shouta until the man was drunk off of it.

Until he was delirious from it. He loved the trembling little breath he got on his cheek when he moved a hand from Shouta's waist, reaching down to drift his fingers over his erection which earned him a twitch. A fidget from Shouta as those hips arched forward prompting him to do it again. And he did. Happily, he slid his fingers along the twitching shaft as the black-haired man released an airy, quiet little groan.

He curled his fingers around him happily giving a squeeze to the stiff shaft. A buck of those hips was his reward as Shouta began moving his hand; quickly, sliding up and down his erection with those fingers massaging at the head before sliding down to the base where they squeezed him before twisting and curving his hand as he stroked. God it was risky. This was far riskier than he'd like to admit.

Standing here with a wall to Shouta's back? Those full lips attacking his with a growing ferocity as he was being jerked off? All in a PUBLIC space? Maybe he was some kind of pervert, maybe he was truly some kind of degenerate, but God if he couldn't help the heat that was swelling under his skin. Slithering through his veins much like how that hot, lava lust had been crawling along his very bones.

Intent on burning him alive with each slide of those soft, soft full lips against his own. Everything felt so unbelievably hot from he hand that was squeezing him so deliciously with each stroke and those lips kissing the very soul out of him. Stroking him until he was bucking his hips forward shamelessly into it. Groaning quietly, he thrusted forward each time that hand came down to the base, coaxing him to a proper erection and by God if it wasn't doing it.

Their breaths hitched, stuttering with each inhale and exhale. Fanning out again hot cheeks as he began happily returning the favor. Moving his hand along his husband's twitching erection, he mimicked the very motions that were being performed on him; twisting and curving his hand, he happily felt the shaft in his hand twitching when he came up to rub those circles, he KNEW Shouta loved across the head.

A low moan was his answer as he began speeding up his strokes, his breaths hitching when Shouta squeezed the head of his erection before rubbing his palm against the head of it with a pressure and speed that had his eyes rolling back. His lashes fluttering on his cheeks as he held his breath to keep the catastrophically loud moan from breaking free. It clawed at his throat, his mind shrieking with the intensity of it.

Especially when that hand continued that fast, pressure filled fisting at the head of his erection before it finally slid slickly down to the base from a few little droplets of pre-come. He rubbed his thumb against the head, moving his lips hungrily with Shouta's. Grinding his thumb against the slit earning him another low, throatier moan from the man. Hips thrusting eagerly when he slid his hand down.

If the goal was to merely jerk one another off in the bathroom he would be quite happy. But given they had a strict window of time along with at least two other men in the café with one being the other customer and the other being a worker, they had to get a little friskier. Yet there was something deliciously kinky about standing here sliding his lips against Shouta's. The quiet smacking of their lips moving together.

Something hot about their quiet, shaking breaths that fanned against hot cheeks mixing with the actions being performed were making his toes curl. Making that excitement rear its head up. While he knew it perhaps wasn't smart to be kissing Shouta so ferociously, so desperately, he found pleasure in it; love the feeling of those lips curving and melting against his own. Molding to the shape, smacking softly as they slid together.

As if Shouta was intent on kissing every little bit of common sense out of him as his hand flew up and down his erection making him release a quiet, throaty moan of his own. Shouta squirmed slightly causing their mouths to move the tiniest bits, sliding slickly causing him to capture Shouta's bottom lip while the man's pressed against his top lip but he didn't mind at ALL. In fact, it allowed him to part his lips to nibble on that bottom lip before biting down.

Shivering when it earned him a sharp inhale, another squirm followed by a frenzy of hips bucking forward into his hand as breaths hitched wildly. He slid his hand up to copy that motion Shouta had moments ago; rolling his hand, he rubbed his palm against the head of his erection with that delicious pressure that had his husband shuddering against him. A low sound left his throat as he happily nibbled then bit again at that lower lip.

He broke the kiss, tugging lightly at it with his teeth earning him a quiet groan that was strangled. Barely audible, something he wouldn't have heard had he not been so close. Stepping back ab it, he used his grip on Shouta's waist to turn him slightly which the black-haired man picked up on right away. Perking up, he spun quickly, bracing his forearms against the wall, his legs planted apart.

Watching those hips angled backwards just a bit. His breath hitch at the sight. How lucky he was that Shouta was so determined. How lucky he was. He was still worried about his husband's other emotions; if he was still anxious or nervous which, in this situation, would be completely understandable. And yet the man looked over his shoulder, his hair brushing his cheek as he did so to which he shivered at the heat in those dark eyes.

It had that heat ripping under his skin with a vitality that truly robbed him of breath as he began digging in his pockets frantically. He pulled the condom out first, ripping it open with his teeth and he reached into the packet grabbing the slipper ring as he stuffed the wrapper into his left pocket with his phone. Reaching down, he rolled the condom on noticing the light tremble to his own hands.

His heart was pounding frantically against his chest, so hard he was sure if his hearing wasn't nonexistent, he'd hear it throbbing in his ears. He took a breath as he dug out the lube from his pocket, cracking the top and squeezing out a dollop onto his palm then shoving it back into his pocket quickly as he began slathering it over the condom. The little squelches seemed painfully loud in the small room.

So unbearably loud. He then reached out with his slick fingers, reaching between his husband's cheeks and tapping right onto the flat end of the plug making a shudder roll down Shouta's back when he grabbed the end the best he could then began easing it out slowly. Wiggling it side to side before tugging it out, it had him shivering to see the twitch Shouta's gave paired with the little whine that left the black-haired man.

When he held out the plug, he watched his husband's hand leave the wall to take it with a trembling hand and awkwardly slide it into his pocket. He then rubbed his fingers against that twitching hole earning him a sharp breath from his husband. A choked sound leaving his throat as he happily rubbed his fingers against him. Delighting in each little twitch that it gave, feeling those hips arch backwards as the man whined at him.

And fuck he had to fight so, so hard to stop those base urges from doing what he wanted. From sliding his fingers into the black-haired man; to finger, spread and grind into his prostate until he was writhing and whimpering at him to please, please, please give it to him already. He swallowed then, surprised by how tight his throat felt, as he pulled away from that twitching hole in favor of grabbing Shouta's hips angling them back a bit further.

His husband's breaths were trembling quietly in and out, racing little things much like his own as he adjusted his stance; leaning forward, angling his hips to press against Shouta he held his breath. He clenched his jaw tightly, sucking his lips in to keep any possible noise down in his throat. Anything to stay quiet if he could help it. He slid forward slickly, bottoming out quickly making a whine fly out of Shouta.

The sound was reedy, in the back of his throat, yet far too loud for the little room. And he didn't mind it one bit. It sent shivers down his back as he dug his nails into his hips, his breaths trembling wildly as he released the suction on his lips in favor of biting down on his bottom lip when he felt Shouta wriggling his hips, grinding backwards against him with those tiny huffing breaths that cracked with the effort of keeping them quiet.

The effort of being silent as can be. He struggled to keep the groan in his throat down as he ground his hips forward eagerly in time with Shouta's; squeezing his hips tightly earning him a tiny little noise from his husband; a squeak that most definitely would have been something so much better. A whimper? A whine? Or a moan? He didn't know but it was strangled down good. God, he loved every fucking second of it.

Every damn second. The muscles that clenched up, squeezing him so damn good it felt like it would be impossible to pull out; a squeeze that had those muscles quivering. And the heat! Ohh, he's sure he's going to melt before he even starts. And all this because of his rather vague little sexy messages. Shouta couldn't withstand even four little sexy texts and he loved that his husband was just as horny it seemed.

Nervous but turned on. Anxious yet hot about it. Did it start when he mentioned the locker rooms? Or with that first text he sent that was even slightly sexual? God, he didn't know but he'd ask afterwards. Shouta fidgeted against him, readjusting his feet and stance much to his utter delight when those hips moved in a shallow motion. A little thrust back against him. And it had his heart pounding against his chest just to feel that.

And then Shouta worked himself into a decent rhythm. A casual, wicked pace that had his toes curling again as his breath rushed out on a quiet wheeze. Oh, oh, this man is a fucking GIFT. The greatest thing he could have ever, ever been blessed with! He clawed idly at those moving hips, a shuddering breath leaving Shouta and he could see the man's hands curling into tight fists that trembled against the wall fiercely.

Knuckles going white from the tight squeeze as those hips jumped backwards happily against his pelvis, a soft impact that had him wobbling lightly though he remained firm; not yet knocked off kilter like he would at him. He LOVED it. Strangling a whimper down in his throat, he jumped right into the rhythm. Thrusting forward to meet those backwards motions, meeting Shouta in the middle earning him a tiny whimper from the black-haired man.

There was that rhythm, quiet squelching that rang out occasionally thanks to the lube and the rubber of the condom. It was so, so painfully loud in the room. He hoped, hoped, hoped it would possibly go unheard. Go unnoticed. He had shivers rolling down his spine as he clung to Shouta, a touch awkward in his thrusts until he managed to get that rhythm down perfectly. Meeting those thrusts with the same speed as his husband.

He happily let himself fall into the routine of holding onto his husband. Squeezing, clawing, and holding onto him for dear LIFE. The heat was sweltering under his shirt, under the thin cardigan he'd worn, and he almost felt envious of the fact he'd have Shouta take his own hoodie off, but he knew it'd be going on right after. It was so, so hot. His skin, his insides, his face. SHOUTA was so, so hot.

He was burning up as intensely as he would if he'd stepped into a wildfire. Uncontrollable. Eating him UP. He had to work on his breaths. He HAD too. They flew out of him in shallow, tiny little pants that he was trying his damn best to keep quiet, and he knew Shouta was doing the same but goddamn him if it wasn't hard to do so. He hadn't been lying to Shouta earlier. This situation? The risk?

The pure CHANCE the door could be open with a duplicate key? Oh, it was fucking HOT. It was so dangerously arousing that he wanted to howl and claw at the walls of the bathroom. Wanted to make the black-haired man howl out. But later. Later, later, later. When they went back home. Oh, the things he was going to DO to this man the moment they got home had him SHAKING just to imagine.

Thrusting forward, he kept his jaw tightly clenched; gnashing his teeth furiously, he clung to Shouta's moving hips as he tried to focus on taking small breaths through his nose. Even if they were away from the door, the fact that if the workers got suspicious, they could without a doubt open the door and what would he do then? If they heard the huffing breaths and got worried? If they caught BOTH of them with their literal pants down?

He didn't think he could charm nor work his way out of that. How could he lie or try to charm his way out when it was VERY clear what he was doing? This was by far one of the most dangerous and risky things he's done sexually in a LONG time. So long. The car felt like forever ago, while this was fresh. Hot. So, so good. The occasional squelch of the condom had shivers rolling down his back when he tugged lightly at his husband/

Such a little motion caused a choked, croaking little noise that tapered into another of those squeaking noises as he felt those hips SLAM backwards. Hitting him roughly caused him to wobble briefly on his feet and he couldn't stop the little growl from leaving him. Without thinking TWICE, he swung his own hips forward with that same strength, that same roughness and it had his husband gasping out a breath.

A shudder rolled over the man that he felt beneath his hands. He strangled down another noise as he gave in to the quiet little voice in the back of his head whispering to him to do it, do it, do it and snapped his hips forward quickly while yanking at Shouta in a series of frenzied thrusts. Fast, sharp. And ohh, the tiny little moans he got from his husband when he did it. Oh, it was fucking GOOD.

Tiny, huffing little noises that strangled low in his throat, but they still managed to ring out on three quick breaths as those hips happily jerked back to meet his frenzied thrusts. Fuck, he may have chosen this one, but he was getting off on it just as hard as Shouta. Maybe, Shouta was getting off even HARDER on it now that the nervousness was going away? He could feel his glasses slipping down his nose a bit.

A result of the clammy sheen of sweat forming on his face, his cheeks throbbing lightly from the heat burning there and the tips of his ears BURNED. His brows came together tightly as he gnashed his teeth together in favor of keep his fucking mouth SHUT rather than letting it hang open. The moment it fell open that would be IT for them. Every little noise clawing and raking at his throat would come flying out, other people be DAMNED.

And because he knew he couldn't, even if he feared Shouta would possibly get off on that as well, he had to keep his mouth SHUT. He dove forward quickly into that tight heat that was quivering and squeezing him so GOOD that it was making him cling all the harder to his husband. As if it could keep him quiet somehow. He snapped his hips forward quickly, giving in to that frenzy without a second thought to it.

Feeling utterly giddily delighted when he got those same tiny little noises from his husband on each huff of air that flew out of him. Giddy when those hips jerked backwards to meet his frenzies thrusts with his own, the squelching created from those movements, but God how could he CARE? How could he when Shouta was squeezing him so tight, and it was so hot? When he could feel those inner muscles quivering from that tight clench?

When he could feel the rest of Shouta shaking and trembling from the pleasure just like he was? And yet he knew they needed to hurry, hurry, hurry. He had to be faster. Just a little faster. Fast thrusts made an occasional clap that Shouta would grunt at in reprimand; as if it was too much. How did he GET them there without using strength and speed? And then it clicked. He could use words.

He could use his HANDS. While he would have to make sure he would wail and shout, he could DEFINITELY use his hands. He slid his hands from their positions on Shouta's hips making the man whimper at him as if protesting it as they continued working backwards against him again and again, meeting his frantic pace as he slid his left-hand upwards underneath that buttery tank top of his to find immediately what he hoped to find.

A nipple. A choked, strangled gasp left his husband that he quickly recognized the second he stopped it what it truly was. A cry. A hoarse thing that wanted to fly out of Shouta, yet the black-haired man strangled it down in time as he flicked his thumb over the hard little bud happily. Delighting in the trembles he got as he drifted his fingers over it, swirling the tips of his fingers along the skin of his areola if he had to guess then inwards to his nipple.

Wickedly flicking his thumb across it and giving a light pinch. The humming noise left his husband, high and trembling, as he then used his right hand to reach down grabbing his twitching erection happily; rubbing his fingers across the head smearing the droplet of pre-come there as he let out a shaky breath himself. Thrusting into that heat, the man squirming against him with each pinch and flick he gave that hardened little nipple.

Growling quietly when Shouta's hips jumping backwards against him in a frenzy only to snap forward thrusting into his hand so shamelessly it threatened to burn him alive. He was finding it harder, harder, harder to keep his huffing breaths to himself to which he resorted to leaning forward pressing his face into the back of Shouta's shoulder to keep himself quiet the best he could. And it was so good, so good, so good.

SO FUCKING GOOD. Snapping his forward for faster, faster, faster as Shouta twitched when he slammed himself backwards meeting those thrusts as they tried so, so hard not to dissolve into that rough pace that would without a doubt create the sharp, crisp smacking of skin on skin. Anything but that. The squelches themselves would be suspicious enough if someone had their ear pressed to the door but surely not, right?

No one could possibly be listening in? How long have they been here? He didn't know as he huffed into Shouta's back, feeling a droplet of sweat he hadn't known beaded on his forehead trickle down onto his cheek; was he truly that hot? Truly? He had not a clue as his husband squirmed against him, frenzied motions of his hips had his heart pounding wildly against his chest as he kept his face pressed tight to Shouta's back.

And fuck, he struggled to suck in his breaths the best he could. Trying to breathe, trying to keep the noises down, he almost didn't hear it until Shouta stiffened up. The hesitant, yet audible sound of knuckles hitting the door timidly. Shouta lifted his head up looking over his shoulder at him, eyes smoldering at him yet there was a hint of panic in them. He cleared his throat then as he tightened his arms around the black-haired man.

He swallowed, hoping, hoping, hoping he kept the breathlessness or the cracks out of it. He then looked over his shoulder towards the doors smooth appearance though it was ridiculous to do so. It's not like he could see through the damn thing. Ah, answer! He needed to answer! "Yes?"

"Ah, um, we wanted to make sure everything was alright!"

Ah, was that the barista from the front counter? Or someone else? He didn't know but the feeling of Shouta shaking in his arms, his chest and back still beneath him as he held his breath had him tensing up a bit. Shit, shit, shit! Why did he not account for something like this happening? No, no, he had but he had forgotten it as well, hadn't he? "Is everything alright? Do you need any assistance?"

"It's okay! His stomach's a bit upset is all! We'll be out soon, I promise! Just give us a few moments, please?"

It was so hard to talk without his voice cracking when those inner muscles were squeezing him, clenching up so good around him that he was almost tempted to thrust. To give in to the quiet urge telling him to keep going despite knowing someone else was on the other side. And it wouldn't be right with how tense Shouta was, but he couldn't stop it. Couldn't stop the subtle rocking of his hips against Shouta.

"Absolutely! Just let us know if you need anything! We'll be happy to assist anyway we can!"

"Thank you! I- We'll be out as soon as possible!"

He couldn't- Were they leaving? Or still there? He didn't knew but what he did know was they needed to hurry and finish now. He began slowly rolling his thumb over his husband's hardened nipple, giving it a pinch as he began thrusting shallowly, carefully into the heat that seemed intent on keeping him captor. Refusing to abate in its tightness one little bit. Made so much better when he began stroking the twitching, dripping erection in his hand.

His fingers felt so unbelievably wet from the pre-come and he knew, knew as well as Shouta did, that even a tiny thing like that had gotten him ten times more excited. He could feel how excited it made him. He squeezed the erection in his hand, stroking faster earning him a quiet, low whimper from his husband. "Z-Zashi, we-!"

"Need to hurry up, baby!" He dropped his own voice to a hissing whisper, just like his husband's, as he leaned in as close as he dared without pinning Shouta to the wall; close enough to nip the shell of his ear making the man in his arms shiver fiercely from the simple little action.

"Yes! Yes, yes, hurry, Zashi, gotta- Mmm!"

Tempted, horribly tempted, he bit down on his ear earning him another muffled, reedy noise from the black-haired man as he stroked quickly. Pinched tighter at that hardened nipple, twisting lightly back and further before releasing his bite on his ear. Leaning down to nip lightly at his pierced lobe earning him a twitch from Shouta. God, the black-haired man's left hip and his earlobes were so sensitive and he loved it.

"Come on, baby! Don't you w-wanna cum? D-Doesn't my cock feel so good in you? Hmm? I-It feels good as hell to be in you, baby, you have n-no fucking clue! It's so good, baby, so f-ffffucking good!"

The whimper that flew out of Shouta was far too loud, far too reedy and yet he knew if they were lingering out there that it wouldn't be out of the ordinary if someone was throwing up to whimper in such a way. But worse things have been assumed in life. He watched those trembling, white knuckled hands leave their places on the wall making Hizashi's arms, his hands, the only things keeping that face from slamming into the wall.

His husband's hands then instead flew to his hands. Gripping at his left so tightly he felt it once again trembling as nails bit into his skin, but they didn't move them. No, they clung to him tightly. The other reached down grabbing his right hand, covering then weaving his fingers in-between his own and forcing his hand to move faster, faster, faster. He swallowed the groan the best he could but God, it clawed its way out just a bit.

He was dying as he tried to keep himself quiet, but he knew when they got home, he'd have the space, the area to howl and scream and wail, his husband's name like a prayer on his lips all he wanted. This moment of silence for a night of howling cries if he was lucky. Thrusting into him was an instinctive, melt worthy thing; it was melting him right to his core. Made his stomach tighten as he let allowed his hand to be moved faster.

Stroking that twitching, dripping erection much to his and Shouta's delight as he then pinched down tight on the nipple making Shouta inhale sharply as those trembling hands squeezed at him fiercely. Breaths cracking and wheezing out of Shouta in an attempt to remain quiet. God, he swore he wasn't an exhibitionist but this? Touching Shouta so boldly in the booth? Not knowing if there was still someone on the other side of the door?

If they had gone into the bathroom next door to listen? Ohhh, it was making his blood burn through his very veins as he snapped his hips froward eagerly to bury himself into the tight heat that was quivering around him fiercely. Tightening up with each passing second as he gave in to the tiny impulse and gave a playful, teasing lick to the shell of Shouta's ear before biting down on it fiercely making the man jolt in his arms.

And oh, oh, oh it was wicked to do it, but he had too. There was no way Shouta would come by himself with just this in the time span he needed him too. And so, pausing for a mere second to adjust the angle of his hips, which had his husband's beath hitching wildly as he began thrusting in. He couldn't see but the muffled little noises he got told him that Shouta was possible sucking his lips in like he had earlier, biting down on them.

Shouta jerked and jolted in his arms with each thrust forward. Hitting his prostate, no doubt, judging by those jolts and jerks, those twitches and writhing motions as those hips jumped backwards frantically. Working faster to meet his own wild thrusts as his own cracking, huffing pants had to be warning his husband's ear, but the man didn't let out a sound of protest. He couldn't right then as he could tell by the tight hands on him.

He listened to he muffled little noises and he could feel the way his legs were shaking much like his own. It told him that they were all too much at the moment for Shouta to speak. He knew the man just needed a bit more. A little push and he'd be putty in his hands quickly. He pressed a few kisses to his husband's neck, his shoulder softly, before coming back up to nip at his ear and delighting in the shudder he got.

"S-Sho, you gotta cum sooner or later! What i-if they're waiting for us out there, hmm? What if someone's in the bathroom ne-next door?"

The wild squirm he got by another muffled groan had his own stomach clenching up as he stroked Shouta quickly, squeezing tightly when those fingers prompted him to do so. Those hips thrusted backwards frantically, bucking forward eagerly into his hand, and he fought down the moan when those muscles squeezed tightly around him had him jerking wildly forward. Again, again, again.

More, more, more.

"I-It-! Mm! Nnn, I can't! It's- S=So hard, Zashi! Y-You're so hard! N-No one can he-heard anything! I- Oh! Oh, Ah! Please! Please! Zashi, Zashi, please!"

"Mmm! C-Come on, baby, show me how much you love my c-cock! Show me how pretty you'll look, squirmin' against me! Make m-me cum, baby, please! Ah, ah! Oh! Ohh, please! C'mon, baby! M-Mmmmake me cum! Haah! D-Do you like it? Like being f-fucked in a public pl-place? Y-You have too if you're gonna drip a-all over my hand like that!"

"Yesss! Yes, Zashi, I do, I do! So good, so good! Y-You always feel so good!"

He shivered at the frantic whisper, bordering on that reedy whimper as those hips were working faster, faster, faster. He muffled his next moan into Shouta's shoulder, he bit down on that shoulder making his husband jolt and he felt those internal muscles squeezed tightly around him making his erection twitch. The pressure to come, come, come was making his stomach knot up as he panted quietly, frantically through his nose against as he bit harder to hold another moan back.

Shouta could shove him right over the edge. The way those hips felt frantic as they flew backwards only to buck forward into their hands as he stroked quickly with Shouta's forearm pressed tihgtly to his own and trembling from the speed as he squeezed. It earned him a buck, a breathless gasp as his husband squirmed and he worried the man would fall. He was shaking in his arms, legs fidgeting just like the rest of him.

"So good! Fu-Fuckin 'mazing! Ah! Ah! L-Love your cockk Zashi! Fe-Feels so gooood in me! H-How are you so h-hhhard? So- Nnghn! Good, good, good! Ah, pelase! Please, Zashi! lo-Love how your cock st-stretches so fu-fucking good! Fills me up so good! Nothin' better! Love it, Zashi! Love you! Mmm! I- Hnn! I wanna-! Nnghhn, Zashi I can't-! Wha-What if they-? I can't-!"

He knew. He knew what his husband was frantically trying to whisper, what he wanted to say to get himself a little further, but he knew he didn't need it. He could feel that it was right there by those tight, quivering muscles around him that clenched up when he ground his thumb into the leaking head of his erection delightedly. He released his biting hold on his shoulder, seeing the indentations on his shoulder had him shuddering.

Helpless against the urge, he snapped his hips forward faster, faster, faster making the man jolt in his arms with those muffled little noises. Frantic, airy little huffs of sounds as he pinched his nipple tightly before releasing the hold to flick his thumb over the hardened but delightedly as Shouta's hips came back to meet his thrust. Careful to come fast but not hard. Fast, not hard. He couldn't afford to be hard.

Not now. And yet he didn't need to be hard; he didn't have to use that strength because Shouta was jerking in his arms, the loud gasp he gave told him it was over. His mouth was open, and that air was going to come out on something, and he needed to stop it. He needed to stop it now. His poor husband would never, ever recover emotionally if he didn't stop it right now in its tracks. Sliding his hand up quickly, he knew it was perhaps not the best choice.

Awkward even. After all, shoving his whole arm up that black tank top and through the neckline of his shirt wasn't exactly comfortable but he didn't have any other choice. Knew but he didn't have time to pull his hand out from underneath. He slammed his hand over Shouta's mouth, shutting his jaw and pressing down tight on his lips to keep any sound from being too loud. The hand on his wrist clawed down his forearm before gripping onto him.

Trembling as Shouta stiffened against him and the muffled sound was strangled, choked. So loud that he knew if they didn't suspect before then they would now. An inkling if they heard. If they were still there. But he could hardly care as he flew forward biting onto his left shoulder rather than the right; he knew it would be sensitive from the bite he placed there moments ago. He sank his teeth into his shoulder, his orgasm positively tearing through him.

His legs shook, his chest heaving as he stiffened up against his trembling husband. Shaking, shaking, shaking. Hands were squeezing him tightly, clawing, and he could hardly breathe. Hardly think. It felt like an eternity for it to end. The tight grip on him that orgasm had was mind blowing but once it was gone it was so, so good. But he didn't have time to revel in it. Couldn't because he needed to get moving.

No time, because they needed to clean up and be as presentable as possible. Hard as that was at the moment it was something they had to do. Pulling backwards carefully, he pulled his hand from Shouta's mouth allowing his jaw to drop to heave in a breath that cracked and, rasping down his throat as he slid his arm out of his shirt as the hand around his let go allowing him to lift his slick hand away from the softening dick in his grasp.

Stepping back carefully, he slid out of the black-haired man. Working quickly, he pulled the condom off with shaking hands, fumbling with the slick thing that snapped annoyingly at his fingers and squelched disgustingly as he tied it off. Waddling to the sink with his jeans around his thighs had to be a humorous sight. In fact, he heard a lazy little giggle from his husband as he tried to get his own breath.

He pouted over his shoulder. How dare his husband try to distract him with a giggle in a stone cold sober state? Adorable little man wasn't playing fair at all. He yanked a few paper towels out of the dispenser, turning the water on and dampening them. Then he waddled over to Shouta to wipe delicately at his flaccid dick, at his stomach a bit then at his shirt where a majority of his come had landed.

Surprisingly, the black-haired man didn't seem to care one bit as he hummed softly, wobbling on his feet. Was he as euphoric as he looked? Shouta looked like he had finally done something he'd been dreaming years of doing. Stunned. Awed. He tugged the waistline of his sweatpants up for him, then waddled over to the sink to repeat the process for himself. He tugged his jeans up, zipping his fly and buttoning up then getting his belt redone snuggly.

Then he looked down at the sink with dismay at the filled condom. What did he do with it? Throwing it in the trash was absolutely not an option for either of them. Did he-? Oh, he hated the idea but where else did he put it? He tried to keep the disgust, the grimace off of his face as he folded the filled condom up into the damp paper towels then grabbed a few more dry ones to make sure if it did burst there would at least be a few layers.

A few to hopefully prevent it from soaking into his jeans too fast. Tugging his pocket open, the shivers of disgust ruining his orgasm afterglow, he slid it in carefully next to the lube then fussed until it was indistinguishable. While he did it, however, he had failed to hear those boots on the tiled floor as he leaned over then to flush the toilet and turned on the water again using a few spurts of soap to wash off his hands.

Putting them under the water, he was surprised by the arms wrapping around his waist, hugging onto him tight and then his face nuzzled itself into his shoulder making his heart flutter wildly in between those savage, pounding beats. So sweet this man was! He smiled as he washed his hands then shook them off before tapping the backs of Shouta's hands. "W-Wash your hands, baby! Gotta get them clean! You want any coffee? Probably shouldn't g-get it here, so let's look at some places, yeah?"

"Mmmkay."

He felt the arms move from around his waist allowing him to step out of the way, allowing Shouta to dunk his hands under the water then reaching up for a few spurts of soap himself before scrubbing his hands and he leaned in kissing his shoulder softly. Feeling a tiny shiver roll over the black-haired man as his shoulders wiggled lightly as he washed his hands and he squeezed his arms around his waist.

Much like Shouta had done seconds ago to him.

"So, what did you think? Did you have as much fun as I-I did, baby?"

If Shouta's face wasn't already so face, he was sure it'd be burning that bright scarlet immediately. He just KNEW it. He smiled as he reached out resting his hand against his lower back before stepping away towards the door to scoop up his husband's hoodie, turning to the man as the water turned off. Then Shouta shook off his hands, used a paper towel to dry his hands off before turning towards him.

Oh, the way those eyes met his head on and BURNED with the rather excited glow made his stomach squeeze in on itself tightly. "I h-had the time of my f-fuckin' life, Zashi!"

The way Shouta breathed out those words as he accepted his hoodie from him had his heart jumping in his chest again, beating frantically as Shouta then shrugged his hoodie on and fussed with the ends as he then stepped towards him. Boots thudding on the floor from such a small movement were easily overlooked when hands were reaching for him, and he happily stepped forward listening to his flip flops slap against the heels of his feet.

As Shouta squeezed himself to his chest, he wrapped his arms around his husband's waist. Squeezing him close as the man grinned widely at him, fingers twisting and curling locks around fingers already. He could feel the movements telling him that it was happening even if he couldn't see it. God, he loved it. It seemed like whenever they finished with sex, no amtter what they did, that face found his throat or fingers twirled his hair.

So sweet. He truly did love the affection he could give and was happily showered in by Shouta; it warmed his very core it seemed. It was honestly something he looked forward too the most. Aftercare was honestly the best. "I sense a but!"

"We are never, ever going to do this a-again any time soon. But thank you, Zashi!"

"Anytime, baby! You just got to have some fun now and again! Now, are you ready to act your ass off and act all ill on your way out?"

"O-Of course I am! Sucks because this is a pretty good place that makes a damn good caramel macchiato, honestly. We'll have to find another good place." His husband was talking so casually in that breathless voice as he grinned wide at him, his eyes sparkling as he twisted closer to him, and he knew he picked the right thing.

For him and Shouta. The man was far happier, far more excited, and far more giddily delighted tan he would ever admit but he could SEE it sparkling in those dark eyes. And he saw it in that grin. In the way those arms clutched at him. Shouta was HIGH on the fact that they were more than likely going to get away with this. That they DID it to begin with. "They do make some fantastic tea, too! We should absolutely come back here!"

"Yeah, we should. Do you wanna just pick up dinner?"

"Absolutely! I don't think I could focus! Now, let's shake a leg, baby! I got a used condom in my pocket and if it bursts here and now, we're definitely not going to get away with it." He then leaned in pecking those mildly swollen lips, loving how puffy they felt beneath his own from those harsher kisses traded a handful of minutes ago. So sweet, so warm and bursting with those sparkling emotions he'd seen in Shouta's eyes moments before. After a moment he pulled back, sighing softly.

"That's pretty disgusting you have it in your pocket. Guess we'll have to shuffle faster than a granny speed, huh?"

"You fucking bet! You hustle your ass in a sickly manner!"

"Got it."

"Oh, and Shouta?"

"Yes?"

"I'm so proud of you, you know that?"

"Why's that?"

"You're broadening your horizons! You're becoming adventurous, Sho! And you know what that means, baby?"

A little shiver as he kissed his hot, clammy cheek then rubbed their noses together but the delight in his grin, in his eyes, had his own heart jumping eagerly to spit out the next words. "What does it mean, Zashi?"

"It means that if we do another challenge? You're going to have so much more to play with!"

A look of excitement. Interest. Curiosity. Like a puppy perking up at the jingling sound of thier leash. He smiled, leaning in to kiss his cheek again happily before moving to keep one arm wrapped around his waist as he bent to pick up the key he honestly didn't remember dropping and tightened his arm around Shouta's waist tugging him close to his side. "So, there might be another challenge?"

"Maybe! We gotta think about it first! So for now, you act your ass off just like you did earlier and get us out of here, baby! And then when we get home, I might just give you a reward!"

A pleased hum was his answer followed by a lazy grin from his husband as he fussed with the end of his hoodie for a moment. Eyes lifted to him making his heart positively swell by that all too familiar victoriously determined look shining at him. Adorable! God, Shouta was so damn adorable like that! Especially with the little nod he paired with it. "You got it."