Mirror sex. Two little words on the list that gained his full attention when he looked over it. Shouta, naturally, had heard about people doing it in front of the mirror, had seen a few videos on it, but he had never truly considered how they did it beforehand to get those angles. While he was far from self-conscious about his appearance, he had to admit there was something strangely gut twisting about seeing it in the mirror.

To see those wild, frenzied hands reaching and grabbing, hips rolling and thrusting to get there that had him wanting to say no already. He didn't want to humor the idea of watching himself but he had to admit there was a tiny voice in his head that was telling him that out of everything he did so far, this is what he backed out on? This is what he got squeamish over? And the answer was yes. Yes, he was.

He was horribly embarrassed at the thought of seeing his own flushed face, his own body, and the reflection that would allow him to SEE the movements that created those all too familiar noises out of him and Hizashi. He was bolder, far more confident than he had been in the beginning, but he could still be embarrassed, couldn't he? After all, Hizashi had gotten horribly flustered and embarrassed over dry humping of all things.

Surely, it was fine to be a bit embarrassed at the thought? But he had to admit there was something hot about it. Not so much about watching himself but the thought of Hizashi watching over his shoulder? Those green eyes burning at him from the mirror in front of them? A sight he didn't see when the blonde was behind him? To see those black-nailed hands trailing over his skin in the touches that made him squirm and burn.

It was hot. It was exciting. And it was mortifyingly embarrassing. And fuck, he wanted to do it. He wanted to do it as much as he didn't want to see himself. He knew himself well enough, however, to know he wouldn't' back down now just because he was a bit embarrassed. In fact, it was Monday night after a particularly long day that he was standing in front of the mirror; staring at himself. At the hand he pressed against his lips.

The black brows coming together tightly on his forehead and the fluttering of his lashes as he let his gaze flick over the mirror to the bed. Eyeing the frame of the mirror itself. How would they do it? It was far from big, but it was decent enough that it would show the decent bits, wouldn't it? The sight that was most important? It was much better than having himself hoisted up onto the bathroom sink.

Much better than that. He slid his palm from his lips to rub at his cheek sighing softly, the scratch of his nails against his stubble seemed louder than the soft music playing. Something relaxing Hizashi popped on. He then reached out grabbing the frame of the mirror carefully. Grunting lightly as he side stepped over carefully, he plopped the mirror down a few steps from the bed. He wasn't quite sure what the protocol would be for this.

If there even was a protocol for watching themselves have sex in a mirror. Not one clue, but he did know that he didn't want it too close. Didn't think he could handle having it that close. He looked over when the bedroom doors ground open, the blonde hissing at Cappella who yowled up at him irritably as he stepped into the room right as Sterling chirped and he heard that famous "crunchy" meow from Twix before the doors were slid shut.

A sigh left the blonde. He smirked at his husband's back, watching that head fall back with a groan before the lock was flipped into place and the blonde then spun to face him with another sigh on his lips. "Shouta Aizawa, it is so completely bonkers of you to have not one, not two, nor three or four but six cats! What happened to my life? When did it end? When did I become a cat father?"

"It ended the moment we brought Void home."

The grin he got from the blonde was wide, vicious much like his own manic smirk he caught the sight of in the mirror from the corner of his eye, but he could hardly focus on that. Not when Hizashi was walking over to him, his hair fluttering against his shoulders lightly and he happily lifted his hands up. Curled his arms around those freckled shoulders as arms slipped around his waist tugging him closer.

Lips pressed against his cheek softly as he chuckled tightening his arms around his shoulders. "Did Eri have fun talking with Yuki and Kimiko?"

"Oh, you know it! Aimi, Hana and Haru jumped in on the call too!"

"I can't imagine having that many siblings, Zashi." He sighed out as those lips crawled down his cheek to his jaw sending shivers down his back as hands slid along his waist, his heart sprinting against his chest wildly as if to feed, to spread, that excitement through him. Make those metaphorical butterflies go wild in his stomach. "For me to even have one sister, a half one at that, was annoying but you have two of them?"

"You know know how much fun it is though! However, if you don't want Suki anymore, I'll happily adopt her as my little sister!"

"Ah ha, haha. No." A little laugh bubbled out of his husband as he tightened his arms around his shoulders once again with a sigh. "Though I guess it is no wonder how you're better at getting Eri dressed and ready for the day."

"Oh, you know it! You know, biological or adopted, I would be an amazing Girl Dad! And I know you would be too!"

"Technically, we are. We have at least one daughter making it so."

"True!" He laughed at the chuckle against his jaw, the warmth of his husband's breath against his skin and the lips that crawled down to dip underneath it to that fluttering little pulse making his arms tighten around the blonde. "Oh, by the way, Aimi wants to talk to you again about some stuff with the kids. Buuuuttt, we can talk about it later! For now, let's check our boxes together, shall we?"

"Mmm, probably be smart."

It was a bit of a struggle to focus on words, on piecing his sentences together so they made sense when those lips were crawling down his throat now making his head tip back; hands traveling to the small of his back. Sliding up underneath his t-shirt making those all too familiar tingles race through him. Made him twist closer to the blonde, humming softly when those hands trailed upwards.

It made him squirm from the ticklish reaction as they neared the center of his back. Slid his own hands up into Hizashi's hair holding his face to his throat, loving those teeth that were nipping at him lightly sending wave after wave of tingles through him from such little things. Making that desire twist into him painfully. Making him ache. "So, together we got half the grading done, right?"

"Mhmmm."

"We have phones on silent?"

"Yup."

Those hands were making it hard now to focus. They slid up and down his back, coning down to follow the curve of his waist with that soft whispering of his palms brushing over his skin and it had him letting out a shaky little breath. He was making his skin tingle wildly; a tingle that he knew would erupt into heat the moment they started. The moment those lips were on his own. He swallowed instinctively when lips pressed against his Adam's Apple.

Moving down further to his collar bone; kissing softly at it before nipping at it and he shivered lightly as he hummed softly. "And you're comfortable with this, Sho? Just because its mirror sex doesn't mean it's easy. We're going to be watching something you've only ever experienced and that can be embarrassing as hell. Off-putting. You all in on this, baby? You're sure you want to do this one?"

"I'm one hundred percent sure, Zashi. I want to. It's not- Mmm!"

He arched forward instinctively with a sharp breath through his nose as nails dragged down his back making him shiver, as teeth bit his collar bone; soft, nowhere near that aggressive pain but it was damn good. Scrapping across his lower back, he released a soft noise as lips made their way slowly back up his throat, curving along the side of his neck softly making him pull another sharp breath of excitement.

Fanning the flames flickering under his skin already. Sinking lower, those hands gripped at his ass tightly jerking his hips forward as he twisted as tightly, as closely, as he possibly could against the blonde who was delighting it seemed at kneading at his ass; squeezing tightly before releasing that hold. Tight, slack, tight slack. It was damn good when the squeezed tight, tight, tight making the air in his lungs fly out.

It trembled, hitched, as he pulled in another breath when teeth nipped at his jaw softly. That wicked, devious blonde then used his grip to urge his lower half to roll forward; subtly, a rocking motion that he happily complied with as he twisted the fingers of his right hand in those golden locks as his left tugged that blue tank top he wore up, up, up until it was bunched into his palm. Until his fingers brushed the skin.

He felt a strange weakness to his legs. A wobble to them as he planted his feet apart a bit when Hizashi's hips ground forward against him making his heart pound frantically against his chest. What had he been saying? What did he want to say to the blonde? He couldn't remember too well. It was right there, of course, for him to say once the growing, lustful fog in his brain thinned a bit. When he had a moment to breathe.

A moment to grab at his common sense and those hands weren't squeezing him tight, tight, tight. When lips weren't fluttering along his jaw, moving up his cheek that was burning hotly with the flush that was all too happy to rush right up to them; burning the back of his neck, the tips of his ears, and he didn't mind whatsoever. He could hardly think when it wasn't anywhere near as red as it would be, and he still needed more.

Still wanting closer, closer, closer as he moved his hips forward against Hizashi when the blonde hummed softly at him. He whined out as lips pressed to his chin softly. Crawling up to place a light fluttering kiss to his lower lip that he tried to chase only for Hizashi to move. To press his lips against the corner of his mouth instead; the tip of his nose, the scar beneath his eye, his forehead. He slid his hand down then, releasing the bunched-up fabric in his hand.

Delighting in spreading it out against the warmth of that softly tanned skin. Oh, it was beautiful. Not quite the bronze tan. A beautiful color he would get as a teenager when he spent every day under the sun but it was so pretty and hard to ignore. A soft, gentle color that had him looking healthier; warmer. He looked as if he carried the warmth of the sun he sat in. God if he didn't love that.

While he himself had been sunburned twice this summer, he didn't mind it one bit. Didn't think it unfair. He'd much rather stay in the shade while his husband ran in the sun, laid and carried on under it; gaining that warm, healthy glow of a tan much to his delight. They had just been talking, hadn't they? What changed so fast? All because of those wicked, sinful hands? All because of nails dragging down his back?

And then lips were leaving his face making him whine again. He opened eyes, he hadn't known he closed, his lashes trembling on his cheeks when he found Hizashi's eyes leveled on him with that burning, smoldering heat that never failed to have his blood boiling. Had him eager, excited, for whatever the blonde had for him. "Let's lay some ground rules, baby, alright?"

"A-Alright!"

There was a flicker of satisfied smugness that flared at him just as the heat did, and it left him shivering at the sight. "You're going to look in that mirror. You are not going to take your eyes off of it once. You're going to watch us just like I'm going to, and you aren't going to look away. Unless you call our safe word, you're going to keep your eyes on that mirror. No matter what we do. You understand, Sho?"

Did he understand? Oh, he understood perfectly what Hizashi was implying. "I understand! I-I won't look away! I'll watch the whole time and I'll k-keep my eyes on it, no matter what!"

"Good boy."

He whined at the soft, purred praise leaving his husband as his heart pounded against his chest when his hands were tugged from the back of Hizashi's tank top, from those blonde locks of hair only to watch happily as that blue fabric came up over his head then tossed off to the side. He delighted in the sway of those blonde locks of hair, his nipple piercings winking at him as they caught the light.

And then hands were reaching out grabbing the hem of his t-shirt to which he lifted his arms up as the fabric was pulled up over his head. Shivering lightly at the cool air hitting his skin, his hair brushed against his shoulders once the shirt was off, and he turned to the bed without Hizashi needing to breathe a WORD to him; didn't need to ask. It took everything in him to not to throw himself on the bed.

To keep from doing it the way he wanted to and instead climbed up as he shifted on the blanket a bit towards the center of the bed before looking at the mirror curiously. Just enough that when he laid down, he knew he'd make eye contact with his own reflection. It was awkward, seeing the sliver of his back but he was looking away quickly when the bed dipped, locking on instead to the blonde climbing up on the bed.

he swore his heart would pound out of his chest. Furiously, savagely, it seemed intent on pounding every tiny breath out of him and making his stomach drop; making it squeeze until he felt sick as he tried not to think of the mirror at the foot of the bed. Ignored it as he swallowed, spreading his legs when the blonde tapped his knees lightly and he held his own hands up for the blonde who happily settled himself down between his legs.

Legs he happily closed to press his thighs to Hizashi's waist as he curled his hands around shoulders, his right going right back to those golden locks and the right sliding down Hizashi's back to the space right between his shoulder blades. He tugged the blonde down as he shivered, his back arching from the touch as he leaned down with a little noise in the back of his throat that he found himself helpless to stop from echoing.

Shivering as lips pressed down firmly against his breath hitch in only to tremble on its way out. He then felt Hizashi pushing; a gentle, subtle thing as his chest pressed tightly against his own and he couldn't help a low noise from leaving him at the feel of those pierced nipples against his chest, but he happily let himself lay out on his back, dragging the blonde with him. And he moved his lips with Hizashi's.

Twisting the golden locks around his fingers as they swung and slithered over his husband's freckled shoulders to tickle his own skin as he slid his hand up and down that space between Hizashi's shoulder blades delightedly, Dragging his nails lightly over his skin, sliding his hand down to brush the tips of them down Hizashi's side making the man squirm against him with a breathless groan flying out of him as lips pressed firmer against his own.

And he was giddy. Exhilarated when they hadn't done a damn thing yet. To think his mother ever made this seem like something stale. Something to get in and get done. He sighed out softly, sliding his hand along the blonde's back idly as he pressed his right hand to the back of Hizashi's head as those lips attacked his with such a fervent vigor that he felt breathless when they only began.

Felt his skin growing warm, warm, warm. Heating up from the inside out. Moving his lips with Hizashi's that familiar, occasional smacking rang out making his heart flutter in his chest; feeling Hizashi place his weight on to his left hand against the bed and that right one began traveling up and down his thigh. Making him ache. Slowly, moving from the top to his knee again and again did his husband stroke his thigh making him whine quietly.

He pressed again at Hizashi's head, dragging his nails across his scalp earning him a soft moan as those lips began moving faster, sliding slickly against his own making that occasional noise a consistent one. Filling the room over the soft music his husband had turned on, their breaths mingling in with the sound of the quiet rustling from the blanket and the whisper of his hand traveling up and down Hizashi's warm skin.

Little sighs, trembling breaths peppered in between. It was his favorite place to be. His favorite thing to do. It was painfully ironic he once thought of his mother and stepfather's shameless make out sessions to be disgusting, the other peers in his class discussing it, and yet here he was in a position that would be exhibit A of a change. And oh, he found that kissing when Hizashi had lipstick on was even better.

He didn't know what he liked about it; whether it was the fact Hizashi was wearing it or that amazing feeling of his lips with it on. A bit dry but so soft. He let out a soft moan himself when the blonde squeezed his thigh, curling his legs up around his waist as those hips angled down to press against him. His breaths shook on their way in and out, similar to Hizashi's as he couldn't stop his hips from jumping up eagerly against Hizashi's.

Humming as that hand then slid up his thigh to his side making his skin radiate with tingles that created an ache so damn good between his legs that he groaned softly against Hizashi's lips. Clinging onto him as that warmth crested beneath his skin made him squirm as he clung onto Hizashi fiercely. Loving, loving, loving the softness beneath his hands. The soft, warmth of his tanned skin beneath his left hand.

The silky softness of his golden locks smothering his right hand, wrapped tightly around his fingers to keep the man from pulling away. The softness of his lips moving against his own slickly, the loudest things being those trembling breaths and the smacking of lips sliding against one another; molding, fitting so perfectly his head threatened to spin. It felt like it had been forever since he had Hizashi like this.

Been forever since he had those soft, warm lips against his and that tanned skin under his hand; the soft hair around his fingers. In reality, he knew he had been in this position not too long ago, perhaps even a day or two ago, but God it felt like it had been years. With their patrols, their hero work combined with Hizashi's radio show on Friday's. And with their teaching jobs at U.A, it was if had been a rather impressive blur.

Three weeks of school gone by. Three weeks filled with exhaustion, short fuses, and that unbearable humidity of August. So many petty fights he had already broken up, so many issues that he was dealing with, and the stress of their jobs weighing down so intensely, he wondered how they ever had time during the school year. How they had time at ALL for sex. But this softness, the warmth in his arms was something he needed.

Something he wanted. It was like a moments reprieve from the world. A sigh of relief. A pocket, a hiccup in time where he could merely exist solely as he wanted. Where he didn't have a single obligation to anyone, not even himself, other than the one that told him to touch more of that soft hair, claw up that tanned skin and kiss the absolute life out of his man. Kiss him until his jaw ached.

Until his lips were swollen from those fast, hard kisses. No one existed outside the two of them and their wants. Nothing. He groaned when those hips pressing to his own began rolling gently, rocking against his own making him shudder as he used his feet as the leverage he needed. His raised hips merely made it easier. With a grunt he squirmed then BUCKED his hips up pushing at the blonde.

Using his momentum, they rolled with the blonde squeaking out beneath him. The kiss broke with a smack, his breaths rushing over his damp lips that tingled viciously as his brain shrieked for him to lean back down which he would. Just a moment. "You're so pretty, Shouta."

He couldn't help a tiny shiver at the breathless, awed words paired with those wide green eyes staring up at him; blonde lashes fluttering as he looked down at his husband's flushed face, those silky soft golden locks spread awkwardly and chaotically over the blankets. He could even see a glint of that tongue piercing when his mouth opened to take a breath leaving him with a horrible, deep urge to lean down.

"Sh-Shut up. You know full and well which one of us is pretty and it ain't me."

Fighting the urge to connect their lips again reared it's ugly head as fingers brushed down his cheek softly. "I-I'd beg to differ! I'd also say you need to see yourself but it's gonna be good when you do, baby, I promise! Let's make it a big reveal, hmmm?"

"You're so annoying, you know that?"

"Yup! Now, why don't you come here and kiss me, baby?"

He didn't need to be asked twice. Told to do it. He leaned back down capturing those lips that looked the tiniest bit swollen, so soft and so warm against his own as he happily kissed the blonde again as hands slid up his thighs to his waist. Following the curve before moving up his back making him shiver with a soft groan leaving him. Throwing himself into it delightedly, he move his lips with the blonde's.

The firmness of those lips pressing to his own, the soft feeling of those lips beneath his own, had his heart racing wildly. He listened to his own breath hitching in faster. Felt Hizashi's tremble on his hot cheek. Those nails dragged over his back making him squirm as he then gave back into the temptation, rocking his hips down against the blonde earning him an identically soft groan from the blonde as that temptation was answered.

An easy, simple rocking as he wriggled his left hand between their chests making his husband's breath hitch excitedly only for it to come out as an encouraging whimper as he twitched; not having the room to arch up, he knew the blonde wanted too. And the fact he couldn't? Even better. He slid his fingers against his nipple, nails clicking off the metal of the balls before he began swirling his thumb around it and sliding his thumb across it.

Delighted when it began hardening beneath his ministrations. Loving when he felt that familiar swipe against his bottom lip; light, almost playful was how Hizashi always licked at his lip. It was so light sometimes when he slid the tip of his tongue against it that he often didn't feel it the first or second time but this lick? Oh, he FELT it. And he happily opened his mouth. This earned him a sigh against his cheek when their tongues met.

He felt like he would go crazy any moment. The ache between his legs that had his dick hardening, had it twitching with the surge of blood that rushed straight from his head leaving him dizzy. It ached so good. Every part of him ached and tightened with that longing as he twisted his tongue with Hizashi's as the man groaned into the kiss when his piercing clicked off of his teeth lightly. He didn't mind it one damn bit.

How could he? Hizashi could be as eager, as excited as he wanted to be. He wanted to hear that click and feel it hit off of his teeth. Moaning out softly when Hizashi's hand slid his hands down his waist after a light drag of those nails down his back. Nails bit into him and he was pressed down against those rocking hips that quickly adapted into a grinding rhythm that had him jumping to join.

His next breath fed into a moan that was echoed by Hizashi as he ground himself down delighted against his husband, shivering at the hard bulge of his husband's erection pressing and rubbing against him. So good, so unbelievably good. The blonde happily ground his hips up, nails dragging over his waist making him whimper as he remembered his hand. His hand. He pinched the nipple he had his fingers resting on.

Or maybe it was from the blonde's undeniable arousal which earned him a wild whimper back from the man. He swore he would always, always praise whatever Gods existed that Hizashi got his nipples done. Before he had even gotten them done, the blonde always insisted his nipples were naturally sensitive like any others and he remembered how they lost a whole afternoon to merely explore, touching and pinching at one another's chest.

Doing it with such fascination that he hadn't noticed he'd gotten aroused. He'd been so lost in how Hizashi squirmed, wriggled and whimpered as he played and toyed with the blonde's nipples that he'd failed to notice. But now? Now he couldn't claim he didn't notice. Oh, he loved playing with Hizashi's nipples even more so now that they were pierced. He loved tugging on the jewelry gently whether he used his fingers or his teeth.

But nothing was better when he used his tongue as it always earned him bucking hips, wriggles and high whimpers and whines from the man beneath him. He pinched tightly at the nipple making a high, reedy whine break out as that tongue moved urgently with his own as he flicked and licked at the ball of the piercing, pinching tight on Hizashi's nipple until the man moaned loudly into, the kiss making him shudder.

He twisted lightly, pinching down fiercely until he was convinced, he could feel the bar; until his fingers trembled lightly. And oh, the WAIL that left his husband as those hips bucked up beneath him making him moan as the kiss was broken again and he shivered when those nails raked fiercely over his waist as Hizashi's lashes fluttered, eyes opening and the HEAT he saw there had him shuddering.

Watching Hizashi's mouth hanging open, the blonde closing it briefly as he swallowed to speak no doubt, was something Shouta wanted to stop in its' tracks for just a moment. How many times did Hizashi cut him off with moans and cries? How many times was he not allowed to finish a sentence? And so, he leaned down quickly as his husband opened his mouth again, finding his left nipple and biting down on it fiercely.

He then sucked roughly on the hardened bud pulling a catastrophic howl out of Hizashi. It had his ears throbbing viciously, a little pop being made that he swallowed to try and soothe yet it just had pain spearing his ears as that howl tampered off into a gasp as he lapped at the his nipple, releasing his biting hold in favor of flicking his tongue delightedly against the nub but the pain in his ears hurt.

It had to be by far the worst he had had been in a while. They throbbed viciously, a high ringing in his ears that nearly obliterated the sounds around him but God, he didn't mind it one BIT. Sure, it would mean some trouble tomorrow with his students but tonight? Well, it certainly wasn't going to be tonight's problem. Nibbling lightly on his nipple, he gave a hard suck as he tried to think around the pain.

To think around the discomfort as he shifted. He couldn't hear the rustling of the blanket beneath him. He sucked fiercely at his nipple, lifting his mouth gasping in a breath as he flattened his tongue against it, loving that hardened, tight little thing against his tongue as he used the tip of his tongue to lift one side of the piercing up making his husband's hips buck wildly with a gasp choking out of him.

Hands were flying from his waist to his hair, yanking at the locks as he flattened his tongue against his nipple once again. Tracing the rim of his areola with the tip of his tongue before flying over as Hizashi heaved his breaths in and yet not one of those hands stopped him. He moved his fingers away from his nipple bending down to lap his tongue over it and he was proud to say he got about two licks delivered to that hardened nipple.

And then the hands in his hair then decided to yank him away. Whining loudly, he was surprised when he rolled again. Breathless, when lammed onto his back gasping in a breath as Hizashi's eyes burned at him. The blonde looked like he was hanging on by a thread and they hadn't done a thing yet. And he did that. Him. He had gotten Hizashi worked up that quickly. He had set this man ablaze with his hand and mouth alone.

"You little fucker! You wanna play, Sho? You wanna fuck around? Then fine! I'll play and I'll play dirty just like you want, right? You're going to take your pants and boxers off! God help you if they aren't off by the time I turn around! And you are going to watch that fuckin' mirror until I say you can look away, you hear me? You're not going to close your eyes for anything! Got it?"

"Yes! Yes, I got it!" He gasped as hands pressed against his shoulders, nails biting into his skin as his heart pounded furiously staring up at his husband's flushed face. and his stomach squirmed excitedly at the way those words were snarled at him with such heat it had his blood burning.

Hizashi's voice sounded muffled; as if he were hearing it through a pillow or a door. Nothing scared him, but he knew the ringing certainly didn't help and even if he knew it'd be gone soon, it was still off-putting. No where near the time his husband had blown out his eardrums. And strangely enough, that had him positively sizzling when paired with those green eyes narrowed on him, hands pressing against his shoulders making him bounce lightly.

Then the blonde then spun moving to the bedside table where their lube, their condoms and their wipes were sitting on top of it. He snapped quickly to react;' hooking his thumbs into the waistline of his boxers and pants he shoved at them, raising his hips up to get them down to his thighs to which he sat up quickly shoving them down legs that were SHAKING. His hands were shaking.

Each breath he took trembled lightly he gasped in his breaths kicking at the fabric with a grunt when they bunched annoyingly on his ankles, and he flung them off to the side where they thumped against the dresser. Hizashi turned curiously as he snatched up the lube and the condoms, leaving the wipes on the bedside table when his eyes moved over him. They flicked down, following his legs up to his waist where he let his gaze settle.

Staying fixated on one spot. He'd have to be an IDIOT not to know what Hizashi was gawking at. A true idiot. He felt a little tab of embarrassment when his erection twitched against his stomach, his thighs tensing as he fought the urge to squeeze them together with the excitement, his fingers plucking at the blanket when Hizashi's eyes flicked up his chest before settling on his face. Was it as red as it felt?

Did he look just as ruffled and messy as he felt? He knew in mere seconds, ticking faster as the blonde turned his gaze away with a shuddering little breath to pull out the chain of condoms, that he was going to be confronted with the image of himself. He would SEE just what he looked like and that made his heart pound sickeningly fast against his chest. Had his blood BURNING at the thought even if he felt nervous by that thought.

While he was far from vain, he had to admit he didn't look in the mirror very often; in fact, he often rarely looked if he didn't have too. Brushing his teeth, drying his hair, shaving were all things that required a mirror but other than that? Not really did he need one. And here he was, seconds from being sat in front of it where he would gawk and watch his own body twist, jerk and writhe in ways he'd only involuntarily done with those hands on him.

He'd get to watched those hands move across his skin, every little movement and every little flicker of emotion on his face he would see. Everything. And he didn't know if that made his heart pound with a trace of anxiety or hammered with that excitement, but he was confident in saying he was curious about it. Curious to SEE just what the big deal was when Hizashi praised him so openly. To hopefully, maybe, see it.

See what his husband meant by him being "desirable and sexy" as he always claimed. Would he see it? Possibly not. But the thought of seeing Hizashi's black nailed hands sliding across his skin? To see the blonde's face from behind? An angle he normally wasn't privy too? Oh, it was making him burn UP. He blinked when the bed bounced lightly, and he looked over only to be giddily delighted at the sight of his husband's pajama pants flying down his long legs.

To see them be tugged off only to be dropped off the side of the bed with his boxers pooled on top of them. Even if he had seen every rolling motion of Hizashi's body, had felt it and delighted in it, it was strangely exciting to think of those motions being copied in the mirror. Of seeing their movements. Watching from a new position, a new angle that would allow him to see every little squirm.

Every little movement the blonde gave behind him. To see his own body wriggling, squirming as his hips slammed forward and- Ohhh, that was a thought that hadn't even clicked. Would he see it? Obviously, he wouldn't be able to see the sight of his dick nor himself, but would he see hips flying forward? Would he be able to see the strength and speed he'd felt countless times? See those hands grip his hips tight, tight, tight and claw up his waist?

He blinked again when the bed wobbled as Hizashi crawled over carefully due to the lube in his left hand where that golden band winked at him just as playfully as those nipple piercings did. The blonde settled down then, next to him with his legs spread apart and he couldn't help but gawk. Couldn't help but ogle the absolute slim, lithe form of his husband for just a second. One second was all he needed.

And God, if it wasn't a damn good second. It never failed to excite him to see this elegant, slim man without a stitch of clothing on; to gawk, marvel over his blonde hair that felt down his back messily from his position earlier, the flush to his face and all that soft tanned skin. Lashes that lowered with a smug little look on his husband's face as eyes flicked over him again and again making him breathless.

So pretty, so beautiful so undeniably desirable and this man was his. How lucky was he?

"Come here, Sho. Between my legs and I'll tell you what we're gonna do, baby."

He crawled in between those long, elegant legs and happily sat down; fidgeting, squirming as hands rested on his lap coaxing him backwards against the blonde's chest and he couldn't help but shiver at the press of his erection against his lower back. The twitch he felt that had his blood sizzling, burning, boiling away in his very veins as he then felt fingers reach up touching his cheek softly.

"You remember what I said?"

"Yes! D-Don't take my eyes off the mirror and d-don't look away, don't close my eyes for anything!"

"Good, good! Now, baby, you can tell me at any point if you want to stop; while it's not as dangerous or risky as the other things we've done, if this makes you uncomfortable at any time, we'll stop and move the mirror. You just tell me, alright?"

"I-I will!" He shivered when the fingers brushed down to his jaw, tracing the edge of it softly as lips pressed against his right cheek gently; the soft breaths of his words fanning across it making his heart jump wildly in his chest.

"Good boy. What I want you to do, baby, is you're going to get yourself ready. You are going to take your time; you are going to make SURE you're damn ready and I'm going to watch you the whole time. I won't take my eyes off of you once."

"Promise?"

"I promise, baby!"

He didn't know why it sent shivers down his spine. It made him burn to think of watching himself do something that he had been taught again and again was a private thing. Something that wasn't quite shameful but certainly not something he should want anyone to see let alone himself. And he fucking loved it. Maybe that would make him some kind of pervert, a degenerate, but Hizashi always got off just as hard on it.

whether that balanced it out or not, he didn't know but if they both liked it then why stop doing it? Just because of a few shameful words from his parental figures from long ago? That wouldn't stop him now. Not now. Not ever. Then the realization of Hizashi's words sank in. He was going to get himself ready, Hizashi was going to watch, and he wasn't to look away meaning he would be watching himself do it.

But what did that mean Hizashi was going to be doing? What would his husband be doing while he was getting himself ready? Oh, it made that lust sear and twist into him; as if it were ripping fear of his veins to surge up and claw just beneath his skin until he was fighting the urge to squirm as he cleared his throat lightly. Trying to think around the fingers drifting up and down his jaw softly in that stroking manner.

"Wh-What are you going to do, Zashi?"

He couldn't quite see his face, but he knew that was the question Hizashi wanted him to ask. Like hitting a nail right on the headfirst try. "Oh, you wanna know what I'm going to do? Well, that's simple! You wanna play with me the way you did? You wanna tease? Well, I'll do the same! I, sweet boy, am going to play with you while you get yourself ready! I am going to do everything I want to my heart's desire, to make you feel good, and you're going to watch me do it until you can't take it a second more."

"Zashi-!"

"You are going to get yourself ready, you hear me? That's what I'm going to do."

"That, uh," He paused to clear his throat lightly as the blonde's breath continued to fan gently against his hot cheek. "Okay. I'm- That sounds good."

"You're adorable, Shouta! So cute!" Lips attacked his cheek making his face burn hotly, yet he wondered what playing meant; what would those hands do? Where would they touch him? How would they? He blinked as the lube was pressed into his hand gently, fingers coaxing his to curl over it to hold when the blonde nipped the tip of his head lightly as the fingers trailing along his jaw curved over to lightly rest on his chin.

"S-Shut up!"

"Fine, fine!" He got a low, lazy chuckle from his husband when those lips again pressed to his burning cheek. "You ready, baby?"

"Yes!"

A hum was his answer from the blonde, those quiet words of command still bouncing happily around his head when those fingers pressed on his chin turning his head and- Oh. Oh! He had gotten the angle somewhat right for them; by some miracle, by mere guessing, he'd placed it good enough to see himself in the lighting of the room. He didn't know exactly how to feel when confronted with his reflection.

His face, so hot with the force of his flush, was a bright vivid red that just so happened to be the first thing his gaze landed on; his messy hair being second, focusing on the swollen look to his lips, the foggy look to his own eyes that flickered with excitement. Uncertainty. And then the hands curved around to wrap around his stomach, making his gaze drop down to the arms around his waist then back up quickly to the mirror.

Shivering at the sight of eyes peering at him with such heat from over his shoulder that he shivered with a sharp breath. He had- Wow, wow, was that really him? Was that really how red and ruffled up he looked? And he knew it wasn't anything close to how it would be during sex but this? This felt odd. And then those hands slid down his stomach making the muscles quiver viciously beneath those trailing hands.

Taking a deep breath to soothe the rather intense stab of embarrassment when he caught sight of his erection twitching with the excitement of fingertips brushing over his skin. Another soft hum from behind him was followed rather quickly by lips pressing against the back of his shoulder softly, his eyes widening a touch when he stared down at those hands brushing down against his thighs then up.

Shivers ran down his spine as Hizashi used his chin to coax his hair out of the way. Lips trailed up the side of his neck making tingles run down his skin, a rather ticklish sensation, but it felt damn good as he watched blonde lashes flutter up meeting his gaze easily enough in the mirror. Boldly, confidently did they lock onto his. Gauging his reaction. And then the hands curved towards his inner thighs.

Fingers squirmed between them, only for him to twitch as they coaxed his legs apart; his eyes were locked on the mirror, on the reflection showing such a simple action and God if it made his heart pound. His fingers tightened around the tube in his hand, a faint awareness clung to him, and yet he was eager to SEE what Hizashi was going to do. God, never more did he want to look away when his eyes inevitably flicked up to his red face.

Something that he tried to avoid the best he could as he watched those hands sliding along his inner thighs as they were pushed apart. Up, up, up until he felt a wave of heat burn under his skin, in his cheeks, at the realization. At the click that happened so suddenly he was sure Hizashi would hear it. How he didn't realize that the whole plan, the goal of those trialing hands, was to spread him open he had not a clue.

But it was damn exciting. It had his heart stumbling in its beats. Had his stomach knotting up with a touch of nervousness that was lost quickly under that lust; that arousal that writhed and clawed under his skin as eyes met his own again. Even in the mirror, Hizashi was so, so pretty. He swallowed watching hands slide along his hips, nails scratching lightly at him making them twitch before they moved upwards to his stomach once again.

Going up, up, up. His breaths were rasping out of him with how riveted he felt to the sight. Watching Hizashi's black-nailed hands drifting over his skin, the glow of his tan so vivid against his own pale skin was mesmerizing. If he was honest? He didn't want to focus on himself. He didn't want to look at his own red face, the black lashes that drooped with every blink as nails dragged through the curls of hair on his chest.

He didn't want to focus on his red face that was throbbing lightly. He wanted to watch Hizashi; to see what HE would do but he knew that wasn't at all what the blonde wanted. And yet the more his brain insisted not to look at himself but to instead focus on those hands that were brushing over his skin the more he noticed those tiny twitches. How his chest was arching forward eagerly and how his lips parted slightly.

Watching intently only to let out an airy little noise as fingers brushed lightly over his nipples. The twitch, the eager way his legs twitched apart as if Hizashi's hands would slide down any second and he whined at the sight of those glistening black nails tracing the rim of his areolas only to slide the pads of those fingers against the skin making his heart jump. His eyes flicked up just in time to see teeth nipping lightly at his ear.

Something he felt countless times that managed to always sent tingles through him but to see it? To see the blunt edges of Hizashi's teeth now nipping and biting playfully at the shell of his ear? It was only made better when again those lashes fluttered up allowing eyes to flame at him. And fuck, if that wasn't the hottest thing he's seen. His breath rushed out quickly only to be pulled in on a hitching little gasp.

He fought the urge to look away when he caught sight of his nipples hardening rather quickly beneath the drifting, flicking fingers that swirled and happily coaxed them to such a state. Wanting to look away when his chest arched eagerly forward into those hands instinctively, catching sight of his erection twitching happily against his stomach again to which he whined quietly. Pressing his own lips together to muffle it.

Then Hizashi bit hard at his ear making him jerk when the blonde opened his mouth and licking the spot as if he could soothe away the throb of it. He wanted to look away from himself. He wanted to keep looking. It was a double-edged sword; feeling far too embarrassed when he saw his flushed face, when he saw his erection twitching against his stomach noticing a little smear of pre-come against his happy trail.

He could see his legs tensing as he fought the urge to shut them. It was one thing to feel confident, to love having those green eyes on him and to have his own watching every tiny motion of his body. He then whimpered, arching forward into those hands again when fingers pinched his nipples tightly, nails biting lightly into the skin making him squirm. He listened to his feet sliding against the blanket.

Even his legs wriggled as if to close before he forced them open again and his hips wriggled down against the blanket when he felt Hizashi's erection twitch against his lower back. Black nails glistened at him, catching his eye again and again with the effect of fingers snapping at him; his eyes flicked to them to watch the way they squeezed tightly, twisting lightly side to side making him squirm again with another whimper.

Shivering when teeth dragged over his neck making his head tip to the right. Lips attacked his skin softly, the flush to Hizashi's cheek from what he could see was beautiful; so, so pretty. Not at all like the smeared, blotchy mess he believed his own face to be but there was something mesmerizing about it. Something that had him looking up periodically only to look away again as if he was anxious to meet his own gaze.

As if he had suddenly caught someone's gaze after staring shamelessly. His right nipple, however, was then released as he watched eagerly when that hand slid down his chest and dragging through the curls of hair before sliding down to his stomach making his next breath hitch on a gasp as his face burned hotly when his hips arched. A subtle motion that quickly had his hips jumping up.

The sight of his body acting so instinctively, that he did what Hizashi told him not to. He looked away. He turned his head slightly with a whimper on his lips only for the hand on his stomach to fly up to grab his chin gently turning his head back to the mirror. "I said watch, Shouta."

He opened eyes that he had squeezed shut, his face such a painful red it made his cheeks throb lightly as the fingers holding his chin then moved back down to his stomach making his hips twitch up again and his heart pounded wildly against his chest. Looked down at those fingers sliding along his stomach, down below his navel as he squeezed the tube and- Oh! Oh, he was-! Surely, Hizashi couldn't fault him for looking away for a moment?

If it was to get his fingers slicked up? If he had to get it done that way? He let his gaze flick down to his hands as he raised them up, noting the tremble to them as he clawed open the cap of the lube and squeezed perhaps too big of a dollop onto his fingers but dammit, he had to get ready. No more gawking, no more sitting idly by. If he wanted it, he had to take it. He made quick work of spreading the lube over his fingers.

The slick noise had green eyes flicking down to his hands. His own suspicions were made true when he saw how the lube dripped off of his fingers, from his hand, onto the blanket between his legs but he didn't mind one bit. The fingers on his stomach waited. Holding still. He swallowed looking back up at the mirror to find his own dark eyes burning, smoldering when they then instinctively flicked to Hizashi who was staring down.

Watching his hand like it was the most riveting thing on the planet in that moment. Taking a deep breath he reached his dripping fingers down, arching his hips up again he curved his hand backwards twitching as the blonde let out a shuddering breath against his shoulder. So eager. So unbelievably eager, the pair of them, that much he could see. The blonde whined as if he knew when his fingers made contact with his own twitching hole.

He echoed it with a whimper as he rubbed his fingers against it, the slick noise from such an action unbelievably loud. Rubbing, sliding slickly against himself he felt the impatient twitch that he was helpless against as he stared at the mirror. The reflection of a lustful, horny image that had his heart pounding frantically against his chest. He swallowed as he pushed at himself, shivering at the sight of fingers wrapping around his erection.

The sight alone had his breath hitching wildly as he held his finger still. Giving that few seconds to adjust before he began slowly thrusting it. A slick noise generated as well from such a simple action but the twitch of that erection against his lower back didn't inspire him to keep going. It would be so easy to forget about the mirror but the sight of his flushed face, watching his mouth open slightly for those uneven breaths.

His hips twitching up into the blonde's hand were all things he couldn't ignore. The way he slumped backwards against the blonde's chest as his fingers pinched at his left nipple again making him whimper loudly. And it was mesmerizing watching that hand begin to stroke. It ate up all of his attention. Sliding up and down, Hizashi seemed to be taking his time with each one when his hand slid down to the base squeezing tightly making his hips jump eagerly.

Watching his hand curved ever so slightly as it came up towards the head of his erection making his breath hitch. A curving motion he had taught him. Something HE taught HIZASHI for once. It was thrilling. It was fucking exciting. And as embarrassing as it was, he was thriving on watching. On seeing. His body twitched, squirmed intermittently as his hips thrusted up when that hand slid downwards.

Watching his mouth dropping open a touch more as his brows came together and he saw his left-hand twisting into the blanket beneath them. Clinging onto it. And his own arm flexing as he thrusted his finger into himself. His chest arching as those fingers released their tight hold to instead drift over it once again making those tingles of longing race over him. He pressed his head back against Hizashi's shoulder with a low whine.

Working in tandem, three hands moving over his skin, his body as if a conjoined effort had been agreed upon and fuck if it wasn't making him BURN. It was erotic, it was exciting, and even if it was embarrassing watching his own reactions, it was so easy to think around than it had in the beginning. He saw the lube dripping off of his hand to the blanket intermittently, far too much having been used.

But God if that slide of his thrusting finger didn't have him moaning out at just how good it felt when paired to those two hands toying at him. Fingers drifting, swirling, pinching at his nipple as the other stroked him faster. That hand speeding up ever so slightly as fingers rubbed at the head of his erection smearing a droplet of pre-come that had been welling there. Something he had failed to notice.

How? He then shuddered when he looked up to find eyes burning at him once again from over his shoulder; breaths fanning shakily over his shoulder. The twitch against his lower back before hips wriggled behind him, grinding forward awkwardly. Shuddering when he felt a little drip of wetness smear itself against his skin. Whimpering when he found those green eyes locked onto their reflection.

On him. His breaths hitched as he pressed his middle finger next to his index, rubbing at the skin closest to his hole and feeling a tingle race down his back as the resulting action got him a twitch to which he pressed his middle tight to the index then pushed, pushed, pushed. The moan that flew out of him was far louder than he intended it to be; the sight, the noise and the feel all mixed together into such an intense reaction.

So intense that he gasped as he bucked in his husband's arms only to whine at the sight of it in the mirror. His chest arching up briefly, fluttering wildly with his cresting breaths and hips jumping up as his spread legs twitched as if they could spread any farther; the mere sight of his own arm tucked down between his legs, Hizashi's hand on his twitching erection. Fingers drifting then pinching intermittently at his nipple was so good.

Unbelievably good. He was mesmerized; the embarrassment hung like a quiet, background sensation. Something that was buried underneath the lust, the heat that was sizzling happily underneath his skin as he gawked at the sight of his husband's hand sliding up and down his erection. He was stroking quickly, fingers rubbing at the head wickedly only for that thumb to target the slit, tearing a cry out of him.

He once again bucked wildly, his hips jumping up eagerly as Hizashi slid his hand down. And he couldn't hold his fingers still. Not a second longer. He watched the muscles in his arm flex and tremble lightly as he thrusted his fingers, the slick noise albeit small and brief, had shivers rolling down his back. It was unbelievably hot. It wasn't- It shouldn't be but the sight of hands toying at him?

Seeing what they were doing to provoke that familiar pleasure? Oh, it was damn good. He thrusted his fingers, shivering at the slick slide that nearly had them slipping out with each backwards pull before he thrusted in again. He scissored his fingers out, shuddering as he felt Hizashi's hips grind forward against his lower back once again making him whimper loudly as he pressed at his muscles.

Feeling them quiver lightly as if protesting before he pressed his fingers together again as he thrusted them in. Rubbing along his inner walls, his eyes locked on the hand stroking him faster, smearing the pre-come that welled causing fingers to glisten before they slid downwards again. Focus on the foggy green eyes watching them just as intensely. Just as focused. He saw the twitch to his brows from how tightly they pulled together.

The way his mouth snapped shut and his teeth ground together and his lashes fluttered. Forcing them up after each blink rather than letting them rest on his hot cheeks like he wanted. His hair seemed absolutely chaotic around his face which wasn't exactly unexpected; his hair was always messy, always an organized type but this? It looked like they'd been doing this for hours. Hizashi whined against his shoulder.

He shivered when teeth nipped at the shell of his ear again making him shiver as he forced himself to focus. Thrusting, rubbing against his inner walls then scissoring outwards. In, in, spread. The sight of his arm jiggling slightly with the speed he used as he thrusted his fingers, the damn near blur that was the hand on his erection that squeezed so GOOD his hips were jumping up to thrust into it eagerly.

How Hizashi's legs squirmed against his own and the man fidgeted restlessly behind him. The man was so unbelievably beautiful. The blonde's flushed face, the chaotic locks brushing against his back and shoulder when he leaned forward to nip at his ear or shoulder paired with the sudden fierce pain of fingers clamping around his nipple had him moaning loudly as Hizashi's hot breath fanned against his ear.

Ticklish, uneven and hitching quietly but God if the sight of those foggy green eyes looking over at the mirror, his gaze meeting it with an identical foggy look. He swore he'd be sick with how hard his heart pounding against his chest. Thrust, thrust, thrust, spread. Muscles quivering, legs squirming, lube dripping to the bed. Red faces, wild hair. Hands grabbing, teasing, toying. His breaths seemed to be feeding into shameless whimpers.

Loud moans that had his jaw unclenching again and allowing his mouth to drop open as he watched his chest rising and falling quickly in the mirror. The image absolutely scalding him alive. He blinked then when the hand on his chest suddenly slid down; fingertips brushing over his stomach making it quiver and he was- OH! Oh, he-! A gasp flew out of him at the sight of that hand joining down between his legs.

A moan flew out of him at the sight of Hizashi's hand cupping his balls and the sight of fingers rolling, squeezing with that gentle pressure had him moaning loudly as he squirmed. It was too much, this was too much, and the sight of it was making him eager. A trace of desperation. His breaths huffed out of him quickly, identical to Hizashi's when he spread his fingers out pushing at those quivering muscles.

Tingles racing down his back as he brought his fingers together before pulling them out with a slick noise. Talk, he needed to talk. He closed his mouth to swallow, catching sight of his Adam's Apple bobbing as he then met his husband's gaze. "Za-Zashi, please? Please? I want-!"

"Sit forward, Sho! Hands and knees, baby!"

He eagerly, happily rolled forward onto his knees then planted his hands on the bed gripping at the fabric as he heard the crinkle of the condom wrapper behind him, the little ripe and he tried to control his breathing when he heard Hizashi shuffle behind him. Heard the slick noise of the lube being rubbed over the condom, the occasional little squelches making his breath hitch and crack as he squeezed the blanket to his palms tightly.

It was only when a hand slid into his hair yanking his head up making him face the mirror again that he whined wildly at the blonde. The sight of his flushed, overly eager face made a stab of embarrassment stab through the heat. He didn't know what to say as his chest fluttered wildly, his slick fingers glistening as they rubbed against the blanket. Staring at the lust flash in his own eyes when fingers tugged at his hair.

"What did I say? You keep your eyes on that fuckin' mirror, Shouta! You're supposed to being watching us, so don't you take your eyes off, you understand me? You are going to watch every fuckin' second of me fucking you and you're going to do it until I say to stop, understand?"

"Yes!" Oh, that embarrassment was washed away, forgotten as he gasped out when the hand in his hair tugged making pain rip across his scalp drawing a moan out of him when the hand untwisted itself from his hair to reach down to grab his hips.

"That's what I thought! Such a good boy you are, Shouta!"

One hand dry, the other slick with the lube and yet he could hardly care because his hips were being coaxed backwards and he was watching the blonde fidget behind him. He couldn't see it as it wasn't the right angle for something of the like, but Hizashi's hips angled forward, rubbing against him pulling a groan out of him. Sliding, rubbing and creating that disgustingly lewd slick noise with each motion until he was whimpering, leaning backwards.

"Please! Please, Zashi!"

"Oh? Already begging for it, Sho? You want me that bad, huh? You want my cock in you so bad you'll beg for it?"

"Yes! Please, Zashi, please!"

That teasing purring voice sent shivers down his spine as he found then met Hizashi's gaze in the mirror, trying his damn hardest not to focus on the way his face was twisting into a look of such aroused need. Knowing if he focused too hard on it then he wouldn't be able to go through with it a second longer. And yet he knew he'd see it regardless. Especially if Hizashi gave him exactly what he was asking for.

"C'mon, baby, tell me! Tell me how much you want me, how much you want my cock in you, and how much you want me to TOUCH you!"

"Bad! I-I want it bad, Zashi! Please, please! I want- Mmm! Want you so much, want you t-to touch me more! Want more, Zashi! Please, give it to me? Please, please?" Oh, it was mortifying watching his own lips form words he'd only ever heard himself say; to see the urgency, the eagerness reflected in his own eyes making him whimper as he fought the urge to look away. Instead, he lifted his gaze to Hizashi's flushed face once again.

"Please? What else, baby? What could you possibly what me to give you, hmm?"

"Gi-Give me e-everything! Want you to touch me! Want your cock in me, f-fuckin' me so good! Always fills me up so good, Zashi! It's so good! Fuck me, Zashi, just fuck me already! I-I want you to grab my hair and fuck me like a damn dog! Give it to me, please! I need you, Zashi!"

"You want it that bad?"

"Yes!" The word came out on a whimper when a hand sliding up his back slowly before coming right back down to his hips. Squeezing. Taking it's time both ways, up and down, as if he enjoyed making his skin tingle and burn on its way up making his breath shudder.

"You want my cock so bad? You want me to fill you up? Then I want you to keep your eyes on that mirror. Watch yourself as I give you my cock, you hear me? You don't take your eyes off of yourself once and Daddy will give you exactly what you want, baby!"

He whined out, squirming as those hands squeezed at his hips making his heart thud furiously against his chest when he swallowed before forcing his eyes onto the mirror; if Hizashi said not to take his off, then he wouldn't. If he had to watch himself then he would even if it was mortifyingly embarrassing. His breath was racing, his eyes flicking up to Hizashi only to whimper at the burning gaze rested on him with such greed.

With a hungry expression that mingled with lust; it was a look that had his blood searing through his veins. Had shaking to see leveled on him. Then he felt the blonde shift his hips, the head pressing against him prompting him to swallow when his gaze leveled back onto himself, trying to find how anything about his appearance was arousing. And he couldn't find it. But the way Hizashi was looking at him?

Fuck, it told him it was everything to the blonde. His next breath hissed in, holding it down, down, down in his lungs as he saw his own eyes widen and his mouth dropped open when the blonde pressed, pressed, pressed and then- The cry tore out of him, the sight of his brows coming together and his lashes fluttered as he forced them open after every little blink was so unbelievably hard.

So hard. And yet he could see that strange satisfaction in his own dark eyes that burned away when he gasped in a breath at just how smoothly, how slickly his husband slid into him before bottoming out and the groan he received had him shuddering. His back arching as he squirmed, fingers clutching at the blanket tightly with a white knuckled grip as he struggled to keep his eyes on the mirror.

Black brows twitched, his lashes fluttered in fast blinks as he tried to keep them on and the foggy, smoldering quality to his eyes had his hear thudding wildly. The little swollen appearance of his lips from those fierce kisses earlier. The blush smothering itself across his cheeks and burning the tips of his ears red hot. Even his chest looked flushed from the blush as it rose and fell quickly with each breath.

Knees sliding just a bit on the blanket as if he had to make room for that blonde. Room that wasn't necessary. The hands on his hips, the shake to his arms and the way his hair was falling over his shoulders with the sight of them brushing against his red cheeks in that ticklish manner as his mouth hung open just a bit. His black studs glinting lightly in the lighting in the room much like Hizashi's nipple piercings.

Like the tiny diamond earrings he also wore in his earlobes when his hair swayed allowing them to be seen. The blush that burned fiercely in Hizashi's face, his own mouth open with fast breaths that had his chest rising and falling, blonde lashes that quivered in that lowered position as if he was struggling to keep his own eyes open. And that heat in them had him shuddering when that smoldering gaze settled on his own.

Pupils so wide it rendered his irises to rings of green. So good, it was so good. He could ignore himself, but his eyes were strangely riveted to himself; finding his own face again and again, when all he wanted was to stare at the blonde but there was something that drew it back to himself. Was it the expression? The fierce red that blotchily smothered over his face? The wild hair? Or the look to his own eyes?

What was it? He couldn't tell but then it was lost when he watched Hizashi smirk at him, his own brows twitching as they tugged together ever so slightly and his air -air he had held down -flew out of him when those hips pulled back only to thrust forward. So fluidly, so slickly as he twitched with a whimper flying out feeling not a hint nor a trace of that embarrassment as his hips jerked back quickly to against the blonde.

The way his hair trembled lightly from such a motion, the rock on his knees as he began working himself back and forth was strangely fascinating. The bed moved subtly beneath his knees as he rocked back and forth, shivering as he hit the blonde's pelvis happily only to feel those hands squeezing at his hips tight, tight, tight. Nails biting into the skin pulling a moan out of him. He wanted nothing more than to shut his eyes.

To focus on the twitches of Hizashi's erection, the stretch of his muscles even as they clung to that twitching length. The satisfaction of having his weak pleas answered. He wanted to focus on the slide. How good it felt even as he moved himself with the blonde no holding himself still as if to gauge his rhythm. To relish in rocking forward and sliding backwards with the delicious, shudder worthy sensation of the condom scratching mildly.

Rubbing against his inner walls was so good that he happily took the initiative. But he didn't. He wouldn't. His eyes remained glued on the mirror as he watched himself rocking back and forth, the muscles jumping in his thighs as they fought the urge to spread apart further, his hair that annoyingly brushed and tickled his own face, but it didn't compare to Hizashi's expression. Nothing.

Those blonde brows tugged together tightly now, twitching as his lashes lowered with those eyes greedily taking in a sight, he could only hope to see one day as he jerked hips backwards, watching his muscles flex with the motion as those hands clung to his hips. That fierce red blush on his husband's face, the way his mouth hung open with a moan flying out of him as he twitched, the bit of nails in his skin.

And the greedy lust he saw in his husband's eyes as they continued watching made him shudder at the sight. Is that how he always looked? If so, then God help him it was so damn arousing. Such a fucking turn on he didn't know if he could be anymore turned on but to imagine that? The lowered lashes as eyes watched him? The red blush that glowed on Hizashi's cheeks, the tips of his ears?

How it seemed to create a faint flush along his chest? The way his mouth hung open as another moan trembled on its way out? Oh, it would forever make him BURN. To know what it looked like was an amazing thing. To know he was watched that way? Oh, it had his blood boiling wildly with the lust and the hunger of his own that twisted inside of him a blades intent on slicing their way out.

Faster.

Faster, he moved himself, watching the muscles flex and his arms- God, they were trembling wildly and as much as he loved doggy style, he also wanted his chest down. He wanted to see those hip movements so badly he swore he'd drool over it any second now. And, as if realizing this, the blonde shuddered before sliding a hand from his moving hips, up his back once again like it had before.

They pushed him down which he happily allowed as his arms bent easily. Eagerly. His chest pressed tightly to the bed, his lashes fluttering as he tilted his head to focus on the mirror and- Oh, oh, oh. Oh, it was-! No words would come. Not one. He gasped as he moved his hips backwards quickly, watching the motion as he hit back again and again against the blonde's pelvis. His hair spread awkwardly on the blanket.

It tickled against face as it fell against his hot cheek, but he could hardly care as his erection twitched eagerly against his stomach as pre-come smeared across his skin, but he couldn't focus. Couldn't because finally, finally, he saw Hizashi's hips roll back then thrust forward meeting one of his own cautiously. As awkward as it always felt. And after a few, rather off thrusts he groaned when the blonde managed to copy his rhythm.

The sight was so damn erotic, so delicious to see, that he swore he' tip right over that edge. He couldn't even feel an orgasm brewing yet, but Lord knew he'd be replaying this over and over and over those nights he couldn't sleep. The nights he was away from home after that deal they made of him staying three days in the dorms and the rest at home. He would replay this happily, delightedly to get himself off.

Every damn night he was away from home. He'd do it. The sight of hips moving, thrusting and meeting with those slaps of skin against skin had his heart thumping harshly against his chest. Solid thuds of his heart that throbbed quietly in his ears as his breath raced in and out on jagged pants, a clammy sheen breaking out on his forehead thought it was easy to ignore.

He was so, so hot and the image reflected didn't help a damn thing. And it was so, so amazing. So fucking good he couldn't remember why he was so embarrassed, hesitant about it. Hizashi's own breaths hitched and cracked behind him, hands squeezing and clawing at his hips making him moan as his eyes threatened to roll up as his lashes fluttered when hips struck hard at him. A hit that he didn't think twice about answering.

A groan left him as he jerked himself back just as hard. Saw the wobble of his husband who growled at him, nails digging into his skin before clawing up to his waist tearing a high, embarrassingly pitched moan out of him, but he couldn't think because he was focusing, focusing, focusing on the mirror. Watching their hips moving fast, hard, as that crisp and sharp slapping of skin against skin.

Thrusts so powerful, so fast, that they created it? To see just how they moved? It had him mesmerized to see the impact again and again. He always moved himself eagerly, urgently, but to see it? Oh, that was a treat in itself. The jewelry of Hizashi's nipples winked at him a few times from the movements, the little squirms the blonde gave, and the moan that flew out of his husband as he tightened around his twitching erection had him trembling.

He could see his own body twisting, squirming against Hizashi in between his urgent thrusts backwards. He huffed his breaths desperately, watching his back rise and fall with them as his hands clawed at the blanket, fingers trembling when he saw it. A droplet of drool that had welled, sat in the corner of his lips, trailed from it down to the blanket beneath him and he moaned at the sight. It was one thing to feel himself drooling and another thing to see it.

And fuck if there was any deity listening whether it was God or Satan or Pagan, Egyptian, Greek or Norse Gods, to his dying breath he would swear it was never better. It was so, so good and he wanted to wail, scream and howl the blonde's name like he was a God he needed to praise. A god that demanded to be acknowledged. A god with messy hair that trembled, flushed and struck at him. fervently with each slam of his hips.

Hit against him so hard he felt no choice but to praise him. It was amazing. So fucking amazing, in fact, that he couldn't find a drop of shame when his erection twitched twice rapidly against his stomach and the longing for something to remedy it had him whimpering out. He was jerking backwards faster, faster, faster, and using a strength to coax Hizashi to go harder, harder, harder. And like any deity, his plea was answered.

Hips pounded at him so hard, so unbelievably fast that he swore he'd die. Die because it was so good, good, good! So fucking good! It felt like the blonde was trying to force every wisp of air right out of him. As if the blonde wanted slam his common sense out of him with those thrusts alone. And fuck if it wasn't good. He whimpered wildly once again when one of the hands that had been clawing at his own hip reached down to grab his erection.

Squeezing with that pressure that had him writhing. A pressure that had his lashes fluttering as his eyes rolled back. He couldn't fight the urge to close his eyes for one second. just one. And he forced them open again to find green eyes burning at him in the reflection. He moaned out loudly, the sound quickly swallowed up by Hizashi's groan. His ears hurt; they hurt so much but he couldn't find it in him to vocalize it.

Throbbing with that high ringing, he was surprised he'd even heard Hizashi as clearly as he had moments ago. And he loved it. He knew he should love things that hurt him, even if unintentional. but there was some smug satisfaction winding him after his actions earlier. That he had pulled a howl like that out of his husband that had been so loud it had his haring muffled. God, how long has it been since then?

Hizashi had been taking much care to be quieter with his quirk, trying not to hurt him after the ear damage he was receiving at the beginning of their challenge, but he fucking loved that he had such an effect on the blonde that with a bite and pinch he had the man howling like that. He was jerked out of his head with a hiccupping noise, his eyes immediately narrowing on his own face as his eyes widened.

Watching his mouth dropping wider with the noise and his brows twitched as his hips jerked back to answer to that wild, slamming thrust as he moaned loudly. The huffing noise had shivers down his spine at the smoldering, unfocused look to his own eyes as his fingers clawed at the blanket as Hizashi began stroking him quickly. He could see his shoulder jiggling and jerking with the motion, the faint sight of muscles flexing.

It had him moaning again with Hizashi's mixing in with his thought it was far higher; a keen more than the throatier one he let out. It was making his stomach tense up periodically. Not the tight pressure of an orgasm but it had his legs trembling with the PROMISE that with the right stimulation he would be tipping over. How lost he was in thrusting his hips back meeting Hizashi's happily and the sight of it in their reflection.

His eyes once again threatened to roll back yet he fought it when the blonde clawed at his hip letting out a hissing noise through clenched teeth, his hand squeezing and stroking him. His palm cupped then rubbed over the head tearing a cry out of him when the hand squeezed at him before that wicked, wicked thumb ground against it making him squirm wildly as he gasped in his breaths.

Every little thing was more perfect than he could ever say. The stretch, the scratch of the condom, and the toe curling, lust inducing pleasure that always came with his husband's erection sliding against his inner walls with each thrust that had him moaning loudly. It was just made better by seeing his own expressions. Seeing Hizashi's expressions in a position that would never allow him to see it.

Not unless he looked over his shoulder. He was dying, melting, BURNING. His stomach squeezed tightly as he thrusted backwards eagerly, chasing actively after the orgasm he KNEW would build the moment he gave it a second of attention; the orgasm he knew that Hizashi had to be close too if that jackhammering rhythm told him anything. Hips pounding viciously, roughly at him in such a way he could see himself bouncing forward lightly against the bed.

See the bed wobbling with their motions and he saw the shameless drooling he'd been feeling; the line smeared and soaking onto the blanket beneath his right cheek that he KNEW his cheek would be glistening slickly when he raised it. His hair was clinging to his sweaty face, his body that was shimmering lightly with the sheen of sweat gathering on it, and he swore hie skin had never been hotter.

It almost felt like a shame it wasn't flushed in areas to emphasize that heat the way it always did in those shitty manga's his students read. But the fact it didn't? Even better. Hizashi, on the other hand, looked absolutely feral. His green eyes burning in the mirror, heavy lidded as lashes trembled when he forced them back open, a faint little line on his own chin that had him burning as he clung to the blankets.

The way his hair was clinging to his own sweaty face, the sweat covering his softly tanned skin making him shimmer. And it was so beautiful. Every bit of his husband was beautiful, and he felt drunk off of what that reflection was showing him. On the sight, the reality of how they moved and twisted. Squirmed and writhed against one another. Motions he'd only ever felt and done himself but God if it wasn't fucking hot to see in the mirror.

And then the hand on his erection moved away making him whimper only for hands to slid down, the blonde leaning forward to wriggle his hands under his chest and he was heaved up on his knees making him gasp as he was yanked to Hizashi's chest. His legs trembled as his own wide eyes reflected at him in the mirror the blonde then wriggled his hips, pulling back creating a squelch before holding still.

Not thrusting yet as his husband's left hand rested on his chest, the other sliding back down to grab his erection. And God, was that-? "Y-You like that, baby? Look at you! Do you s-see why I just can't ke-keep my fuckin' hands off of you? Why I want you s-so bad?"

He whimpered when the hand on his twitching erection began stroking again, seeing that shoulder thumping gently and rapidly against his own shoulder and the muscles flexing in his husband's arm from the reach around. From moving his hand so fast. And the slick noise as those fingers rubbed over the head of his leaking erection before sliding down was a dizzying sight. His stomach had a slick patch from the pre-come.

pre-come that had smeared against it. It was marvel worthy when the blonde finally began thrusting when he wiggled his own hips and he wailed. Distantly saw his head throwing itself back against Hizashi's shoulder, his hands flying to grab his arms tightly much like he had in the café bathroom. Hands clawing at his left and right forearms as heat sizzled up his spine when the blonde hit at his prostate with each thrust.

"Z-Zashi! Zashi, Zashi, so good! So fu-ffffuckin' good! Love it! Mmm! Lo-Love it so much! So pretty! Nnghnn! Ha-Hhhharder! Faster! Fuck me, fuck me hard, Zashi! Please! Give it to me! Gi-Give it so- Ah! Ah, ah, ohhh fuck yeah! Like that! Mmmn! yes! Yes, yes, yesss, Zashi!"

"Fuck, Shouta!"

Those groaned and howled words sent shivers down his back as his eyes focused on their reflections but God he was getting what he wanted. Could see himself wobbling lightly with the increasing speed and strength that his own hips were jumping to meet happily; the crisp, sharp smack of their skin slapping together, the fast wild breaths, messy hair and clinging hands, swollen lips and burning eyes. It was so, so good.

"Yes! Oh! Ke-Keep going! Don't stop, don't stop! I-I'm- Hnnn! Ah, so close! S-So close, Zashi! 's fu-fuckin' hot! Love it! I- Ahnn, love watchin' you fuck me! Love it, Zashi, love it! Please, please! More, more, more, Zashi!"

"Y-You're close, huh? You think this is hot? Just you w-wait, baby!" He huffed his breaths wildly, whining loudly when fingers began pinching at his nipple again and twisting idly as the hand on his erection seemed to be a blur as it flew up and down, squeezing him so delightfully tight he couldn't stop himself from thrusting into it.

Eager to jerk back, desperate to fly forward, he swore he could see the muscles in his abdomen clenching and stiffening with his oncoming orgasm; in fact, he SAW his thighs trembling lightly. The twitches his erection gave as Hizashi groaned into his shoulder before teeth nipped at his ear making him whine again. He was marveling, gawking, ogling their reflection shamelessly. His heaving chest and how Hizashi squirmed sent heat rushing under his skin.

It was damn good. It was so much hotter, so much better than watching any possible dark haired and blonde pairing on Pornhub. It was better than any of it and he could get off on it for the rest of his life. He could use this night, these images, and get off again and again. It was sizzling, steamy and so damn erotic that not a thing could hold a candle it to it. As if following his train of thought, Hizashi moaned loudly.

"You w-won't see nothin' prettier than when you cum, Sho! You have no i-idea how fuckin beautiful you are! You t-think this is hot? Oh, baby, it's s-so much better when you cum! You like watching yourself that much? Y-You like watchin' yourself be fucked? To ta-take my cock like it's nothing and fucking yourself so desperately on it? Pretty b-boy, do you like it that much? You like to s-see how you look fuckin' yourself so desperately on m-my cock?"

"Yesss! Yes, yes, I do! I-I do! Mmm! So- Nnghn! I wanna- It's so good, so good! I- Ah, ah! It's r-right the-There! Right there, Zashi! S-So close! So close, baby, so close! Please, Zashi, please! I- Mmmff, g-gonna-! Haah, haah please! Please, Zashi!"

"F-Fuck, Sho! You're gonna break m-my cock if you get any tighter!"

He moaned, the sound trembling and high when his husband groaned out his words against his ear, yet those hips were jumping forward slamming into him again and again; wildly, desperately. As if the blonde had no choice. And he shuddered as he watched himself squirm in the mirror. Hands clawing at forearms, his own mouth dropped open as his chest heaved with his wild breaths and thighs that squirmed before twitching to spread as his knees dug into the mattress.

Trembling, shaking. Tight, clutching hands as Hizashi squirmed behind him and he whimpered when those flaming eyes leveled on him again only to watch those blonde lashes flutter and the sight of his eyes rolling back? Oh it had him moaning wildly, a throaty sound that had him wanting to swallow it down but he couldn't. Wouldn't. Hizashi echoed his moan, the grips on him squeezing at him making him shudder at the pleasure it created.

"Ah! Shouta! Shouta, nnnghn! Yes! Yes, like that, baby! F-Ffffuck yourself on my cock! Mmm! Su-Such a good boy! Nnn, fuck yeah, baby! Yes! Shouta, Shouta! Ohhh, baby, if you could just see how y-you'd look riding my cock! Haah, haah, I'll hafta fi-figure that out! Ah! Shit! Sh-Shhhit! Squeezin' my cock so good! You're so tight! Feels so fu-fucking amazing! Ohhhh, give it to me, baby! Fuck, fuck! Make me cum, Shouta!"

"I will, I will! Cum, Zashi, I-I wan' you to cum!"

It should be mortifying; it should be so shameful and embarrassing he should want to look away. But he couldn't. He wouldn't. Can't and won't. His eyes were fixed on the image reflected at him; locked on his husband's hips hitting against him so hard his own were nudged forward in tiny little thrusts when he couldn't keep up. And fuck, it was so good! Hizashi was panting, huffing wildly against his shoulder before his teeth sank into it.

It had him jerk in his arms with a cry on his lips at the pain that seared over his skin. He gasped in his breaths, the cry trembling wildly as he did, and fed into moans that flew out one after another. Cracking, hitching and varying in pitches that bounced higher with each pounding strike hitting against him. Hizashi's groans, his moans, vibrated over his skin deliciously as his teeth bit down fiercely.

Fingers pinched tightly at his nipple, the fingers around his erection squeezing. It was making him melt. It was burning him up. And he wanted MORE. What more could a mirror provide him with? What other things could they do in front of one? It wasn't something he could see himself needing but God help him was it HOT; he wanted to know MORE things they could in front of it. More than just masturbation.

More than just doggy. There had to be more they could do with a mirror, wasn't there? He tried to breathe, yet his chest seemed intent on not holding a wisp in his lungs. Heaving with his gasping, huffing breaths it truly felt numb. As if his brain wouldn't let him feel the air expanding his lungs or wouldn't let him focus on it. Fuck, it was a suffocating feeling and he wanted more of it. What would he give if Hizashi would just lift that slender, black-nailed hand up.

If he curled his fingers and hand around his throat then strangle the fuck out of him. Not letting him BREATHE as his orgasm tightened through him. And it had him writhing in his arms, gasping as his nails bit into his arms, clawing and squeezing fiercely at them then finding the simple delight in the muscles flexing beneath his right hand as Hizashi stroked him quickly. He wasn't going to last a second longer.

With shiny, foggy eyes and swollen lips, hips moving wildly, and skin glistening with a sheen of sweat, watching a droplet rolling down his own cheek as hair trembled and flew around shoulders, he knew he couldn't do it a second longer. He moaned wriggling in his husband's arms, watching his thighs jumping, his hips squirming in between thrusts, and his hands were trembling as they clung onto Hizashi.

All of him was shaking. His cheek had indeed become touch slick from his position on the blanket earlier, but it was nothing to the drool running freely down his chin. The heavy lashes, black and blonde that trembled with the effort to stay open. To stay locked on the mirror. Heat sizzled up his spine with each strike against his prostate making him clench up tightly as his orgasm began twisting inside of him.

Like he was some kind of windup toy. Tight, tight, tight. Clenching tighter, tighter, tighter until his muscle was tensing and flexing, his thighs twitching as his hips bucked desperately to chase after it. Teeth lifted from his shoulder, the relief flooding from the release of pressure but he could see the indentations of those teeth slightly and shudders rolled over him when he watched Hizashi happily nip at his ear, hot breaths fanning against it.

The huffing barely acknowledgeable in his ringing ears but he didn't mind one bit until he got the delicious, heat inducing sight of Hizashi throwing his head back with a breathless cry leaving him; his hips jumping forward faster, slamming wildly against him. "Ah, ah! It's- Mmm! You're s-so good! I- Nnn! Cumming, Shouta! I-I- Ahhnn, yes, baby! Shouta, Shouta, Shouta! Cumming!"

He twisted in the blonde's arms wildly, crying out wordlessly as he was tipped right over the edge. Words he didn't know he needed. And rather than let his eyes roll back or shut, he focused them intensely on the mirror as his lashes fluttered in fast blinks. The twisting, wild squirming of his hips jumping frantically and the tremble to his thighs as his hands shook clinging onto the blonde; leaving bright, vivid red lines on his arms.

Line's he'd clawed into his arms again and again as his mouth hung open with another cry leaving him as his body stiffened up, trembling from the muscles clenching tight, tight, tight. Watched his erection twitch in Hizashi's hand that stroked him faster, faster, faster until he couldn't take it a second longer. He watched with such fascination as he jolted in Hizashi's arms in bursts as his come spurted up onto his stomach.

He gasped wildly, chest heaving through each pulse and trembling as his husband's own erection twitched, throbbed inside of him before the blonde's hips slammed forward once, twice before the man stiffened up with a moan flying out of him as he ground forward eagerly. Desperately. His orgasm washed out of him quickly, allowing him to breath and it was the best thing in his life. He could see Hizashi stroking weakly.

Shivers rolled down his spine when he finally looked at himself feeling his air wheeze out of him. The face in the mirror couldn't be his. Not one bit of this could be. Not the brows clenched so tightly they twitched or the muscles that quivered lightly. Not his lashes that fluttered wildly as his chest heaved with those wild, desperate breaths; that blotchy, flushed that smeared across his face.

His mouth hung open with those huffing breaths couldn't be him. Nor could that drool running down his chin be his. The dark, foggy eyes that already glowed with the orgasmic bliss he felt rolling through him as Hizashi straightened his head only to let it fall forward as he peppered his shoulder in soft, rapid kisses that crawled up to the side of his face when he tilted his face towards it a bit. Unsure if he looked away now or after.

And when those burning, smoldering eyes met his in the mirror he shivered when hands left his chest, his flaccid dick and wrapped instead around his waist hugging him tightly. Ignoring the smearing of come against his arms though he couldn't help but cringe a bit when Hizashi laughed breathlessly. "D-Do you see now, why I want you so much, Sh-Shouta? C-Can you see how you're e-even a bit desirable? Wh-Why I've always wa-wanted you? Always will?"

Did he? He could say he didn't find anything arousing about his blotched, red face nor the drool running down his chin that Hizashi reached up to swipe away gently when he then watched his own lips tip up into a lazy grin as he clung to the blonde, his body trembling. He couldn't see it, not yet, but as those green eyes burned at him with a touch of eagerness through that orgasmic bliss, he could quite honestly say-

"Y-Yeah. I do."