Can they? The offer, the suggestion, that just came out of the blonde's mouth was so wild and absolutely like him to spit out that Shouta Aizawa had no clue whether to be disgusted by the boldness of his husband or proud of it. He stared at his husband, a squint to his eye as he stared at the blonde who was wiggling on the couch like an overgrown golden retriever waiting for their master to throw them a toy to play with.
His hands were locked together underneath his chin as he bounced on his knees, his green eyes wide and hopeful behind his glasses as they pleaded at Shouta as well. He felt a faint heat threatening to crawl up his neck to his face and he blinked at the blonde who wiggled with a smile on his lips that was just as hopeful as the rest of him when Shouta let out a breath. He reached up to rub at his forehead, taking the moment to look away from the man sitting just inches away from him, and he tried to piece his words together.
How did he say it without sounding like an absolute dick or like he was shooting down the idea before even allowing Hizashi to explain himself further? He dropped his hand to look at the blonde again who was wiggling again, his little bounces making the couch cushion under him move in time with the bounces, and he twisted slightly to drape his arm across the back of the couch, hand dangling off the edge as his finger began picking at the skin on the side of his thumb nail.
He held up one finger which made the blonde smile brightly as his brows raised hopefully with a hum leaving him when Shouta cleared his throat in an attempt to piece his sentence together without it sounding rude. The last thing he wanted to do was make Hizashi feel stupid or disgusting by the offer. "So, let me get this straight, you want us to do a challenge? A sex challenge?"
"Yes!"
"And it's this is something that you came up with today?"
"Yup!"
"With the main idea being that we explore fifty different kinks?"
"Uh huh!"
"Why?"
"Because it'd be fun! While our sex life is far from being stale, I want to explore other stuff that we can try! It's not like we can't afford to buy the things with kinks that we decide on!" Hizashi happily explained as his hands broke apart to bob with his words, like he was too hopeful not to move, and it made Shouta's brow raise at the blonde who then leaned forward planting his hands on the space between them with that bright smile still in place.
"Don't you think it sounds fun? We can look online or discuss things we've heard of and might be interested in! And then we'll make a list of the kinks and ideas, keep it in our dresser or somewhere that the kids won't see, then we check off each kink we do! A kinky check list! And that way we can say we tried something! Doesn't that sound at least a little interesting to you, Sho? You can't tell me that honestly, right now, there isn't some small part of you that's not interested in doing something like this!"
"I'm not going to waste my breath denying it but, Zashi, doesn't something like this take time? Where would we find the time to even do these things?" Shouta questioned as he lifted his hand up to press the tips of his fingers to his temple.
The blonde's hopeful look was almost painful to look at and it made Shouta look away instinctively when the look quite nearly had that heat in his neck crawling into his cheeks. However, the movements of his husband had his gaze flicking up then down rapidly. Back and forth between his lap and the sight of his husband. "We're both teachers, you have patrols on the weekends during the day most of the time, and the radio station while I have patrols at night. Plus, we have two kids that are constantly around, so tell me where in this little idea of yours does it work out that we have the time for it?"
"We always have time! Our sex life is active despite all of that, which is an accomplishment given our busy schedules! You'd think it'd have died a long time ago! But if we have too we can go to a hotel!"
Hizashi seemed to be rocking back and forth on his knees, his hands pressing on the cushions to push himself backwards much like his knees rocked him forward, and his lashes were fluttering at him in a way that made him pointedly look away again. "If you don't want to do it, though, you don't have to! Just because I have an idea doesn't mean you have to go along with it or humor me, Sho. If it makes you uncomfortable, then we absolutely do not have to do it but just know if we do do it then you have full control as well! Your opinions, your decisions, are just as important as mine! I'd never, ever, in a million years suggest something that would only benefit me."
Fuck. He swallowed as he kept his gaze down, his fingers digging into his temple, his lips pressing together as he kept them from trembling wordlessly and he watched his own hand grip a fistful of fabric tightly. He didn't know if he wanted to say yes or no. His choice was swaying uneasily in him because there were so many pros and cons to something like this, so many things that could or could not go right, and it was that uncertainty that made him wary on answer. He looked at his husband again who was staring at him with that same hopeful look but there was a warmth in his eyes now that he knew was from the blonde trying to comfort him.
"I-What did you want to start it off with if I did agree to consider it?"
"Oh easy! Easy stuff! Like, to start us off I'd say let's watch porn together!" Hizashi cheerfully replied as he looked down then at the tight grip Shouta had on his pants then smiled gently as he reached out pressing the backs of his fingers to his cheek softly. "Sho, I promise if you do agree that I wouldn't put you in something you don't want to be in or something that you're not comfortable with. So, if you say yes, I promise that you'll have all the control in the world about how we go about this."
"Oh, I will, will I? All the control in the world?"
"You will! We both will! Think of it like this; I came up with the plan but you're the director! You control what we do and how we go about it! That way you can have the same sense of control over the situation that I would! And if you at any time want to back out, want to stop, then we will! Does that sound okay to you, baby?"
Watch porn? Together? His face flared with heat at the thought as he looked down when the hand stroking his cheek flipped around to press its palm against it, swallowing while he released his tight hold on his pants to pluck them instead. Why did Hizashi always suggest the lewdest things in the most cheerful manner? It was disorienting. He knew that Hizashi was honest, that what he said he meant, and yet there was still a little trace of doubt in his mind as he looked up again with a breath.
Even with this doubt covering his thoughts like a light fog he knew that he was given an out; if he doubted this too much, if he thought it wasn't working, Hizashi wouldn't be mad at him if he backed out. He wouldn't be upset, that much he trusted. He took a breath as he continued plucking at his pant leg, a thumb stroking against his cheek gently, did he look up at his husband who was watching him with a hint of worry on his face.
"Okay."
"Okay?"
"Okay, we can do it. We'll try this at least and see how it goes before I give you a definite answer."
"Fuck yeah! Awesome! I promise you won't regret it, baby! If anything makes you uncomfortable while we're watching, then feel free to stop it! I promise to make everything comfortable and fun for the both of us!" Hizashi cheered his words flying forward to throw his arms around Shouta's shoulders tugging the man to him, his mouth pressing to the blonde's clothed shoulder for a moment before he was being pushed back.
There was light, excitement, in those green eyes that seemed so wide and expressive behind his glasses. It was honestly one of the things he loved most about Hizashi and he had to fight down an awkward little smile as the blonde then began speaking a mile a minute at him. "Okay! Okay, okay! Let's get to the bedroom! I can pull up some stuff on my laptop for us to watch! Is there anything in mind that you want to watch?"
How he asked what porn he wanted to look at as casually as he would ask for what movie he wanted to watch on Netflix, Shouta would never know. He rubbed at the corner of his eye looking away feeling a fresh wave of heat to his face as he looked down mumbling a simple 'whatever is fine' and felt Hizashi leap off of the couch rushing around the coffee table then out of the room leaving Shouta on the couch.
He found a pair of blue and green eyes staring at him, Cosmo and Simba, and he tried not to feel a flash of guilt as he climbed to his feet as well only to find that they felt weak. Like his anxiousness, his shyness, was too much for his body to handle and he forced his legs to move around the coffee table in the direction his husband went in. He was grateful that Eri and Hitoshi were gone for the night, both having their respective sleepovers.
Well, not a sleepover for Hitoshi but a "boys' night" as he heard them babbling about as they left class that afternoon. He took a deep breath to steady himself as he entered the kitchen letting his gaze flick over to the cat bowls, half hoping they were empty only to find them definitely low with the bottoms showing but nothing that required a fresh scoop any time soon. After all he had just filled them when he got home.
He walked through the kitchen to the little hallway leading to their double doors, his fingers twisting into the sleeve of his shirt as he paused in front of them reaching out a hand. He wasn't scared. Far from it. He was nervous about this challenge, nervous to be watching porn not only for the first time in a while but in front of his husband was like something out of a nightmare. It should be the last thing he did with his partner but here they were about to sit down in front of a laptop and watch a video of two other men having sex.
He nearly groaned at the embarrassment that reared its head but he swallowed the noise down in favor of using his trembling hand to open the doors slipping in quickly shutting them behind him before a cat could even think of running in with him. He flipped the lock before taking one, final, breath before turning around to face his husband who was sitting cross legged on the bed with the laptop in his lap and he fidgeted before walking over to the bed.
He held his sleeves tightly against his palms causing the shirt to slid lower to reveal more of his shoulders, of his collar bones, and Hizashi smiled at him. He tried for a glower but it did little to sway the blonde's cheerful expression. The excitement he saw there. "You better be using the incognito browser."
"Of course, I am! I'm not stupid, Sho!" He couldn't help a little twitch of his own lips when the blonde scoffed at him before beckoning him to come onto the bed and he climbed on feeling a tremor of anxiety run up his back as he crawled over to his husband before settling against his side.
A position they would come together in when they were watching a movie on the TV or a show on Netflix and he curled his legs underneath him. He didn't know if he wanted to be this close to Hizashi when they started watching but he also didn't want to make the blonde worry about him being too far away. He looked at the screen only to feel the tips of his ears burn with his blush as he watched Hizashi's mouse fly across the screen to pull up the categories. He did this all while navigating Pornhub like an expert while humming before he leaned his head against Shouta's.
"So, I know you said whatever is fine but do you have anything you wanna watch? Anything catching your eye?"
God, this was embarrassing! He clenched his jaw for a second as Hizashi's fingers rested lightly on the mouse pad, the cursor holding still on the screen, and he took a shallow breath as his stomach gained that airy feeling one got when dropping from a large height or perhaps even anxious or worried. It made him feel sick. His hands curled into fists against his thighs as he looked away from the screen.
It was hard not to think about what they were about to do with the site up before then with millions of thumbnails all screaming to be watched and it did absolutely nothing to help the anxious embarrassment boiling away at him. God, he hadn't seen anything yet and here he was flustered beyond believe. He took a breath in an attempt to keep his voice firm when he cleared his throat lightly to speak.
"I don't care what we watch. Whatever you want, Zashi, I don't care. I just- Let's get it started so it can be over, okay?"
"Shouta, baby, you don't have to be so anxious or nervous! It's just me here, no one else, and it's alright! It's just porn, baby! We fuck all the time so it's not that weird to watch two guys online fucking! No one will know you even looked at it but me and I won't tell a soul! "
Then he felt a kiss against the top of his head as breath brushed over his hair softly. It sent a gush of warmth through his veins but it did little to help the embarrassment that was still flooding every part of him. From the head down to his toes did he feel the embarrassment but the little affection from his husband was a welcoming sensation. Even the gentle breath against his hair was comforting in just the right way but it did little to relax the tension in his back and shoulders.
"Remember what I just said in the living room? If you're uncomfortable with this or want to stop you can, baby, I won't be mad. I want your opinion and I want you to enjoy yourself too so don't be scared of being vocal, okay?" He squirmed against his husband's side as he felt his lips tremble when they parted for another shallow breath, and he began plucking at the fabric of his pants again.
"I, um, I really don't mind that one?"
He lifted a trembling hand up to point at a category making Hizashi hum softly before feeling the blonde's cheek lift against his head after he had pressed it against his hair again and he nearly groaned at the mischievous little laugh he got. If Hizashi was trying to help him relax it really wasn't working. He watched as Hizashi clicked on the category and he tried not to let his overwhelming embarrassment crush what little courage he had as he stared at the screen. He let the blonde slowly scroll through the videos, as if letting Shouta read the titles, and God were they embarrassing for him to even read in his head let alone to ever say them out loud but Hizashi beat him to it.
"'Blonde Bimbo's Outdoor Party' sounds like a good one! Ooooh, what about 'Blonde Slut Gets Brains Fucked Out'? Oh! Oh! How about 'Blonde Babe Eats Out Best Friend's Brother'?" Oh, come on! Shouta felt his cheeks throbbing from the heat as he glared at the screen while his husband happily chirped out titles that had embarrassment bursting through every little inch of him. "Oh, oh, oh! 'Blonde Bitch Goes For A Ride' sounds promising!"
He was going to go away from homicide. He was going to actually do harm to himself if he had to it here a moment longer listening to his husband cheerfully list off porno names right next to him like they were settling in to watch Netflix together. It made his face painfully, unbearably hot as he tried his best not to shrink in his spot when his husband squeezed his arm lightly around him as he reached up to rub his right eyebrow. This man was going to be the death of him.
"So, what do you think, Sho? Any of these sound interesting to you? I personally am interested in the blonde slut one! Judging from the thumbnail alone I think it'd be a good one!" He watched the cursor make circles around the video in question as if debating it before speaking again and he could hear the smirk in his husband's voice. "So, you like watching blondes?"
"N-No! I just-We're watching it together, so I mean-!"
Words, words! He needed better words! He was stumbling, falling, and stuttering over these damn words of his that choked off before he could stop them or make them come out strong and confident as he wanted. Then he jumped when Hizashi leaned away just enough to look into his face, an amused glimmer to those green eyes of his, and a raised brow that made his hands fidget against his thighs.
"I don't watch this kind of stuff often, you know that! I just-!" He raised his hands up to rub at his face, his blush scalding beneath his fingers, and he then blew out a breath before dragging his fingers down his cheeks before leaving them to cover his mouth as he looked at Hizashi as he spoke from behind his hands. "Just- Do that one. The one you're interested in."
Hizashi chuckled at the muffled quality to his voice as he leaned in and kissed the tip of Shouta's nose lightly making the black-haired man flinch in response before he could control himself properly. Then his husband was turning to the screen with a hum as he shifted himself in his spot to get comfortable. "Alright! We'll watch this one then you choose the next one, okay? We could switch off! You chose the category first and I chose the first video! Now you choose the second video and I choose the second category!"
Shouta felt a stab of horror as he stared at the blonde. They were going to watch more than one? Hizashi smiled at the horrified look on his husband's face and chuckled softly as he fought the urge to kiss his nose again. "That is if we make it through this one without being hard that is!"
Was he an idiot? It was porn! And as cheesy, eyeroll worthy and unrealistic as porn was there was still one goal for it when being made and it was to get the viewers aroused. He kept his fingers against his lips as he then looked to the screen as Hizashi leaned back against his side, the laptop going on the little stand on the bed, settling it in so they could both see it clearly. He was doing this. He was really fucking doing this? Jesus Christ, this was nearly too much to deal with.
He was feeling strangely overwhelmed, the feeling swelling inside of him, and he took a deep breath. He flexed his fingers out against his thighs, feeling them tremble lightly as he kept himself from gripping the fabric again when Hizashi clicked on the video then full screened it. It remained on a black screen for a moment, a spinning gray circle in the middle of the screen as it loaded, and then the all too familiar intro to Pornhub ran out quietly from the laptop speakers.
Shit, shit, shit, shit! He rubbed his palms against his thighs now when the video started up, his back straightening a bit when Hizashi wrapped an arm around his waist, his breaths nearly rasping out of him. It was fine at first. A little conversation that was lulling Shouta into a false sense of security as he tried not to cringe at the god-awful dialogue but that didn't stop Hizashi from snickering at the lines being delivered. All seemed okay.
The video itself was only twenty or so minutes long, nothing too bad. But then he was tensing up as it changed. It was the rather slick, nearly disgusting sound of lips smacking together as the actors began to kiss one another so ferociously that he felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him when the lips parted and he could see their tongues. God, is that what it looked like when he and Hizashi were making out? He was stiff against his husband's side, whose fingers were kneading at his waist, as he struggled to push down his embarrassment.
It was gripping him so viciously, he feared he'd never be able to unlock his body after this. Then Hizashi was snickering again under his breath again as his fingers continued massaging him, making Shouta want to peek at his husband's face but given that his head was on his shoulder that wasn't really possible without it being noticeable. Then, as if to prove the dialogue and kissing was tame, the moans started.
Whimpering moans that were high, clearly put on theatrically, but they sent a strange feeling through Shouta as he remained tense despite Hizashi trying to coax him into a relaxed state like he was. They were still kissing, perhaps far more eagerly than before, and hands were reaching to pull at the clothing of the man who was clearly supposed to be the top in the situation. Meanwhile the man playing the bottom had on the scantiest pair of underwear and stockings he'd ever seen in his life.
He hated the burn to his cheeks especially when he could practically sense how Hizashi's eyes were locked on the screen watching every little thing taking place. It was a complete difference to the urge to look away for him. Fuck, he wanted to look away but the noises would no doubt draw his attention back so it was a lost cause. He twitched at how quick things jumped from what he could only imagine as a five to a ten in the seconds it took him to get his focus back on the laptop and he squeezed his hands into tight fists against his thighs again.
It was embarrassing. It should be embarrassing but shouldn't it also be okay? To be alright in watching something like this with his husband? He heard of other people doing things like this, heard of it but balked at it. He gawked now at the screen at the sight of the actors in the video twisting, the blonde in the video having his face pressed down into a couch with hips raising up as the underwear being pulled down.
He was...fascinated? He was still embarrassed, but he was strangely enraptured by the sight before him because it was going fast, so fast, and he knew if a video had a time limit it did have to go fast after all. He wanted to shift, to adjust himself, when he pressed his lips together to keep any sort of sound whether it be a breath or a hum of embarrassment from leaving his throat as he stared at the screen.
Was this really how fast things went down in porn? He hadn't watched a video since he was a teen, but this seemed so much different to what he had watched back then. He felt a wave of heat ripple under his skin, goosebumps raising on top of it at the moans that now rang out from the laptop, and he swallowed as his fingers twitched despite their tight curl. He didn't know what to do with himself, pull away or stay close, but his heart was beating uncomfortably hard against his chest as he squeezed his eyes shut for a moment.
How that only made the tinny moans so much louder, he had not a damn clue. Then he felt the hand on his waist sliding up his side then back down to his hip gently prompting him to open his eyes again to stare at the screen only to feel his jaw drop as air rushed out of him at the sight. He knew they got more well-endowed men to do porn now a days, men specifically searched out, but that had to be one of the biggest dicks he'd ever seen in his life.
While he thought himself average at six inches, Hizashi at a good seven and a half inches this actor's dick had to be closer to eight or nine. Huge. Positively huge. And the fact that the blonde actor was taking it so easily was absolutely gawk worthy as he stared at the screen feeling Hizashi chuckle softly beside him as that hand continued its path up and down his side. "Mans got a big dick, don't he? Like, goddamn! I dunno if I'd be able to take anything like that so easily."
He blinked when Hizashi spoke, moving his head to rub against his shoulder when he twitched to look at the blonde only to stop at the last moment, and he took a deep breath before he felt confident he could speak without stuttering. "Yeah. I mean, don't they prepare actors before shoots anyway?" He questioned when Hizashi hummed softly, his hand bunching the fabric of his shirt sometimes from the movements and he fought a shiver at the thought of Hizashi's hand on his skin.
Especially while watching something like this. Then the moans on the laptop crested to a cry that both men twitched at, and he looked up instinctively to the source. It would be hard not to look up at it and once he did, he was gawking shamelessly at the screen. The slick sounds of the absolute horrendous amount of lubricant they used was a... unique sound. Almost like macaroni. And he blushed hotly at the comparison because he had heard Hizashi say countless times that stupid phrase 'that's what good pussy sounds like!' in his ear anytime pasta was being made.
Almost always when he was making mac and cheese for dinner if it was a lazy night. He always elbowed him in the stomach making him wheeze out his laughs but now that he was sitting here watching this, listening to the sounds, he couldn't help but agree no matter how shameful that was. The moans were so high, strung out and clearly fake like any Porn stars would be but it was nearly overwhelming to listen too.
And then he felt his dick twitch making him look down in horror at himself. What? Even though he knew porn was made to get men aroused it was shocking that he anything about this slightly hard-on worthy. He fought the urge to shift his hands to casually cover his curiously twitching dick because he'd never hear the end of it if Hizashi saw. If he knew his body was reacting so strongly to the stupid video.
He swallowed as he shifted slightly, pulling his knees up slightly closer to himself instead and he let out a little breath as quietly as he could. He watched the sight of the blonde on screen getting exactly what the title had promised; his brains fucked out. He knew if he had been watching it on his own the time jump from zero to six minutes would have spooked him. Watching it progress naturally was strange.
As a teen he would always get impatient, wanting to skip to the good parts, and while it mortified him to think that he just couldn't deny it. He squeezed his thighs together. His feet then twitched only to wiggle against the sheets as he tried to keep his breaths from being the tingles that already raced down his legs. Begging to be stretched out again. He instead flexed his cramping fingers out. Fuck, it was getting to him more than he initially thought it would.
He thought he'd be too embarrassed, too horrified, to even think of getting aroused but here he was struggling to keep still because Hizashi surely wasn't that affected yet, was he? It was embarrassing what a simple video was doing to him. The whimpers, the groans, and the cries were painfully loud as he blinked quickly while closing his mouth to swallow in order to soothe his dry throat.
Jesus, he needed some water. Did this mean he was thirsty in two senses of the word? Oh, Hizashi would find that fucking hilarious. The sharp sound of skin slapping on the computer was tinny, just like the other sounds so far, and yet it was making him feel hot. His skin was burning underneath his clothes, he was sure Hizashi could feel it beneath his hand and against his side, and he wanted to peek at his husband so badly just to see his face.
What expression was he wearing? Was it his concentrated one that he got when reading or watching something? Brows tugged together, eyes stormy, lips being bit at lightly? A sharp moan from the laptop brought him out of his thoughts as his nails lightly dragged against the fabric of his pants bunching the fabric into his palms as he struggled to keep his body from moving. It was difficult when his previously twitching dick was hardening and he knew the fabric of his sweats wouldn't hide it as well as it should.
It wouldn't be obvious if he were wearing his regular pants but if Hizashi looked- He nearly whimpered in time with the actor in the video as he squeezed the fabric in his hands. How much longer? How much? He wanted to squirm, to whine, and twist against his husband's side but he held himself tight. He hoped Hizashi would mistake it as the stiffness he'd had earlier and that he would just assume Shouta's embarrassment was still prevalent.
He hated this! Hated it! He was getting aroused watching porn with his husband sitting right fucking there! What did that say about him as a person? He clenched his jaw as some part of his mind marveled at the video, at the sight of skin jiggling with each harsh thrust. He marveled at the blush to the blonde actor's skin, a gentle red and he wondered was it from the heat or perhaps was it blush?
He didn't know but the urge to rub his eyes was strong, yet he knew if he moved even an inch, he'd lose the tight control he had over every muscle in his body right now and the embarrassment would swoop in. That just wasn't worth it. He then felt Hizashi shift next to him. He twitched with a renewed tightness to his shoulder as that hand paused on his hip to rub and knead at it gently through his clothing but there was something different about it.
Was it because he was actually aroused now? Was that what was different about it? Then his brain, his disgustingly traitorous brain, whispered to him as he watched the blonde on screen twist and writhe as he shouted out only for it to end on one of those famous, long drawn out Porn star moans.
What if that was Hizashi? What if I was making him feel so good that he moved and sounded like that?
He couldn't stop the little shiver that ran down his spine at the thought, his face and neck felt uncomfortably hot much like the tips of his ears when he felt the hand rubbing at his hip comfortingly rub at his side again while trying to coax him closer. He wanted to resist it. But Hizashi felt nice against him now, much more comfortable than he had moments ago, and so he let himself wiggle to readjust his position against his side.
He blinked then looked over at the sound of Hizashi's hand rubbing at his thigh that was followed by a low breath leaving the man. He couldn't see his face but God did he want too. His hands were trembling lightly from how tightly he gripped his pant legs, and he wondered if Hizashi could see that, if he had been watching Shouta in between. He fought another shiver that wanted to streak down his spine.
Then that signature Porn star moan had him looking at the screen with that same thought whispered through his mind only now was he willing to build on it. He wasn't big like the other actor on screen but that never seemed to matter to Hizashi so maybe he would still squirm and shout like that? If he ever agreed to bottom someday then would he? But he could make Hizashi sound like that even if he wasn't ever going to top the blonde and he could make Hizashi writhe and scream with just a movement of his own hips.
He then felt Hizashi shift as his hand lifted from his thigh to the mousepad swirling over the video and he noticed the little tremble to his hand before it moved away after confirming the time. Twelve minutes in. God, there was another thirteen minutes? He bit his lip when the whimpering moans seemed to lightly crackle on the speakers, and he swallowed down a noise of his own as he fought the squirm that made his legs twitch. The hand on his side was sliding up and down, then it paused to grip a fistful of the fabric making him blink when he heard Hizashi clear his throat.
"D-Do you care if we choose another one now? Not that I'm not enjoying it, far from that, but I just don't think we should watch whole videos like they're shows to binge on Netflix! Would that be okay with you, baby?"
Oh god, his voice! It was pitched low, gritty almost despite him clearing his throat and he loved the sound of it as the sharp slaps of skin on skin, the wild moans and low grunts from the actors had him sinking his teeth harder into his lip as he wondered if he could speak without stuttering again. He did pretty good last time so surely it would be firm this time, right? And yet his lips refused to move even when he dragged his teeth over his lip as he released it.
He felt Hizashi squirm then against his side, a twitch moving over the hand on the mousepad, and he released his grip on his pant legs as he curled his legs tightly to his stomach now. "Sho?"
"It's f-fine with me. You said I picked the next one, r-right?"
Ah, shit! It wasn't as bad as it could be but the wobble to his own low, rough voice was unmistakable, and he felt the hand gripping his shirt tighten for just a moment as Hizashi took a breath before letting it out. He could only imagine the nod the blonde possibly gave when the hand released his shirt and he straightened up slightly. Shouta then used his hand that that would have been between them to press to the mattress to keep him upright.
He watched the video exit from full screen and then he hit the back button on the web page twice to bring them back to the categories page once again cutting off the moaning and the resulting silence felt too loud. Like the room was bigger without the sharp, crisp smacking of skin on skin and the high staccato moans that made him want to shiver. He watched Hizashi scroll through the categories for a moment before he settled on a strangely obvious and perhaps hilarious selection. Brunettes.
While Shouta had just been choosing blindly at the blonde's category he couldn't shake the feeling that Hizashi's choice was intentional, and he had to pick on him just a little bit. "Brunettes, huh?"
"Shut up, you! It's better to keep it easy! I don't want to spook you with anything." He mumbled the words as he began scrolling through the videos slowly letting Shouta gaze at the names feeling his ears burn hotly from his blush and he wondered if they were as red as he imagined them being.
Hizashi always said his ears were brighter than anything when he blushed. This time, strangely enough, Hizashi didn't happily read the titles out loud and his fingers trembled against the mouse as Shouta let his eyes scan over the videos feeling strangely locked up. Like he couldn't force his lips to move much less think of saying them. He then shifting making Hizashi's finger stop, swallowing, and pointed to a thumbnail listening to the blonde swallow himself.
"Th-This one? You sure?"
He couldn't trust himself to speak so he nodded when he felt Hizashi's eyes on him, his knees still bunched up to his stomach, his hands scratching his knees through the fabric. He dug his nails into them when Hizashi clicked on the video, once again full screening it, before he settled in with his hand reaching out for Shouta and he squirmed closer again pinching his lips together as it took a few seconds for it to start.
The Pornhub logo, the iconic music, and then the video was starting much like the one had before. There was the playful, cringey dialogue that bordered on flirtatiousness between the two actors when he shifted his legs slightly. They were cramped, aching with the desire to stretch them out but he refused. He couldn't. This time he was hyper focused on the video in front of him as once again that familiar, slick sound of the two actors making out with everything they had rang out and he couldn't find it in him to be disgusted this time.
He was absolutely, one hundred percent, fascinated by the video. He barely reacted to the hand rubbing his waist again but he didn't need that reassurance, he didn't need the comfort, because his embarrassment was far gone by this point. It was lost beneath the lust, the arousal, that was burning through him faster than even Endeavor's flames. He watched with every little bit of his brain power on the tongues that flashed in the kiss, the hands that pushed at pants on the actors, the way the bottom moaned gratuitously into the kiss.
He was enraptured by the sight as he pressed his trembling hands firmly to his knees that twitched, and he couldn't control the breaths that came unevenly but he did try to keep them quiet. He almost felt like a teen again. So goddamn horny that he was nearly squirming with impatience for them to just do it already. He bit down at his lip as if he could bite down the impatience boiling in his chest as he stared at the screen.
The moans were kicking up, like before only this time he watched as the dark-haired man was plucked up and plopped onto what he could only assume was supposed to be a kitchen table and he felt a tingle of excitement as his breath froze for a second. Hizashi did that all the time when they were younger. Fucked him on the kitchen table back when they were living in an apartment and he'd loved every second of it.
The way the wood didn't give beneath his nails like skin would, the quiet creaking as it wobbled back and forth in time with their frenzied movements, how cool it was beneath his back when Hizashi pushed him down. How he then thrusted so hard the table jumped from merely creaking to squeaking loudly beneath him and he had wondered if it would break. God, they really couldn't keep their hands off each other even then, could they?
He jumped from his thoughts when Hizashi's hand discreetly pulled at his shirt lifting it up and then he shivered when his palm pressed against his skin, his wedding ring cool against his hot flesh. Surely, he knew now, right? Could he feel how hot he was and how he was nearly burning up with his arousal? But Hizashi didn't say a word as he began moving his hand slowly, up and down, on his skin making it quiver beneath his touch and Shouta almost whined.
Almost. The sound of the actor on screen moaning loudly covered his tiny sound he made as he tried to strangle the whine in his throat, but he felt confident Hizashi heard it. He then felt Hizashi squirm next to him again only it wasn't the tiny little movement but a larger one this time and Shouta heard the blonde take a breath that shuddered both in and out. The sound made his stomach squeeze in excitement and eagerness, and he hated how it made him want to throw up.
The airy sensation, the butterflies in the stomach idea, was almost too much for him when he could already feel his heart flying against his chest only to stumble over its beats. The sensations were too much paired together. He bit at his lip again as he watched the dark-haired actor on the screen spread his legs, wider than he thought possible and he wondered briefly if the man was flexible, when the slick sound of the other actor pushing into him had him shivering.
He blinked slowly when he heard Hizashi's palm brushing against his thigh again only this time it was faster, firmer perhaps, against the fabric of the jeans he had changed into when they got home in order to go out to the store together. It nearly made him look away from the screen but then the thrusts, the way the actors moved against each other, was gobbling up his focus as he saw the table began to rock with the pace that was chosen.
He could hear that shitty table of theirs squeaking in their apartment. Could feel it beneath him. He shivered again as Hizashi's hand swept upwards on his side before dipping low to his hip again to lightly scratch the flesh there for a second before rubbing it away. He was breathing unevenly, quietly as he could but he was sure Hizashi heard them. Sure that he felt them from the movement in his shoulders as his chest fluttered up and down with his breaths.
The loud moans were loud, that absolutely abhorrent squelching of the lube as the other man thrusted in was loud in the room and he could hear Hizashi's breaths next to him. They were also uneven, nearly panting, and he could only imagine the look on his face. His neglected erection throbbed against his thighs, thighs that he rubbed together now making him twitch, and he choked off another whine in his throat as he stared at the video unable to stop a squirm of his own.
The hand on his skin was hypnotic in the way it would shift from rubbing and caressing his feverish skin to scratching it was absolutely putting him into a trance as it went hand-in-hand with the lewd sounds coming from the laptop. Then Hizashi did something that threw everything off. He heard that palm brushing over his thigh again, nails dragging against the fabric of the jeans, as if to claw at it with that shaking hand as a louder, shaking breath left his husband again.
That's when Hizashi moved slightly next to him making him twitch himself as he moved instinctively to keep himself pressed to his side, his eyes still on the screen as he watched the table wiggle viciously beneath the actors. He about jumped out of his skin when Hizashi moaned. He jerked himself upright while pulling away from his side only for his gaze to fly down to see Hizashi's hand rubbing at himself, fingers shaking and thighs twitching as the whisper of his hand against the fabric had him twitching.
Then he was looking up at his husband who wasn't looking at the video anymore. Had he been looking at it all? His pupils were huge, his iris's mere rings of green, his face was just as red as he imagined his own to be, his lips parted with his uneven breaths and his lashes were lowered, giving him that bedroom look he adored. The hand that had been on his waist slid against his lower back with his movement and he looked down again at the hand that rubbed at the bulge of his erection before swallowing as he looked up.
A moan from the laptop had them both looking at the screen instinctively and then Shouta forced his gaze away as he found himself rolling onto his knees lunging forward. Hizashi threw his hands up to catch the black-haired man with a happy sound leaving his throat, low and rough to Shouta, but then his lips were on the blonde's and it didn't matter. He pushed the blonde onto his back from the force of his lunge, his hands planting on either side of his shoulders while trying not to pin his hair against the bed or pull at it on accident to cause genuine pain.
He swung his left leg over Hizashi's waist, knees digging into the mattress firmly, and his whimper was covered by Hizashi's enthusiastic moan as he ground his erection to the blonde's. Hands gripped at his waist as their lips moved against each other in a fast, perhaps even desperate, type of kiss that screamed its own lustful intentions. He couldn't stop himself from grinding against the blonde now that he had started and the pleasure that rushed through him was too addicting to even consider stopping his movements.
He then made a little noise as Hizashi moved to flip him onto his back, the blonde reaching up to tug his hair down all the way and he then pulled from the kiss as Shouta's hands flew down to fumble with the button of his jeans before ripping it open and pulling the zipper down while Hizashi tugged his shirt above his head throwing it behind him as his nipple piercings flashed at Shouta happily.
He then turned his attention from trying to get the jeans down, the action near impossible given their position, but he could try dammit and he finally gave up with an annoyed grunt as he reached down to pull his own shirt up over his head with a little difficulty. It was hard to get a shirt up when it kept bunching up because of the blanket beneath you. Then he was throwing the fabric as hard as he could, not caring where it flew off too because Hizashi was coming down pressing their chests together as his lips found his again and he was humming as his toes curled.
He could understand his embarrassment at the start of this but now? Now he was grateful he had agreed to it. So goddamn grateful. He moaned into the kiss as Hizashi's lips pressed firmly to his own, almost crushing their mouths together, as he kissed him back with that same starving and frenzied quality that had him squirming. He hissed in a breath felt Hizashi's nipple piercings rub against his chest when the blonde moved causing such a unique feeling that it made him whine.
He felt Hizashi lick at his lip, and he parted his lips quickly only to hear the answering moan from Hizashi as his tongue met his own with that same frenzied movement. He panted unevenly through his nose as he twisted, licked and caressed Hizashi's tongue with his own when he began playing with the tongue piercing happily as Hizashi moaned into the kiss this time. The image of the make outs in the videos made him feel a stab of embarrassment.
At the mere thought of himself and Hizashi kissing that sloppily but then Hizashi's thumb was rubbing circles into his jaw as if to soothe if he knew that he'd felt embarrassed for a moment and wanted to quell it. He squirmed when the blonde slid the hand from his jaw down along his side and he was moaning loudly when the hand slipped between them to grasp at Shouta's erection through the fabric of his pants.
He could still hear the video playing at the edge of the bed, but he couldn't focus on it now, not when Hizashi was rubbing his piercing against his tongue making him twitch against the blonde. He could feel drool gathering in the corner of his mouth as he swallowed the best he could when Hizashi was sliding his hand from his erection to pull at the waistline of his pants insistently before pulling back. He almost whined at the loss of his lips, staring up at the blonde who was panting quickly as he sat back on his knees and slid his right hand up his chest making his back arch into the touch.
"Take'em off right fucking now!"
He got the words out on a breath that sounded choked to Shouta and he nodded eagerly as the blonde moved from between his legs to move into a sitting position as he began pushing at his boxers and jeans as fast as he could. He did the same. His clothing was flying over the edge of the bed with Hizashi's following afterwards and he shivered at the sight of Hizashi's erection, the sight of his happy trail that gave way to the thick patch of blonde pubic hair that he trimmed religiously. He always had.
He had revealed to Shouta when they were teens that he did it and ever since then he sometimes did it in front of Shouta only to offer to do the same for him, but he always brushed it off. He didn't care about his own appearance down there and Hizashi seemed to love it anyways. He was then rolling onto his knees again, the black-haired man shivering in anticipation when a moan flew from the laptop, and he looked over instinctively like he had before then back to his husband.
"Turn it off!"
He pointed to the laptop watching as Hizashi then leaned forward on his left hand reaching out to slam the laptop's screen down cutting off the sounds when he was turning back to Shouta. He then squirmed against the bed reaching for the bedside table, his hands shaking, and he yanked the drawer open to dig for the box of condoms and lube he had there when Hizashi was pushing his legs apart making him whimper. He felt them slide up his thighs making them tremble beneath his touch and Shouta scrounged desperately for the items he knew were there.
He bought them just the other day! Where is it? Where the fuck were they? He moaned when fingers caressed the underside of his erection, his fingers frantically moving around the drawer looking for the shape of the condom box and the tube. "Wait! Wait, wait, wait, Zashi!"
"Don't want to, baby, I don't want to! Look at you squirm! How long have you been hard, Sho? How long into these videos did we get into before you got turned on?" Hizashi questioned through a moan as he wrapped his fingers around his husband's erection giving a few strokes that had hips jumping up and a loud moan flying from the man.
Shouta couldn't think to answer as he forced himself to keep looking for what he knew was in there. He gasped when his fingers finally brushed the edge of a box, grabbing it quickly then finding the tube next to it rolling slightly from his movement and he snatched it up as well before turning back to Hizashi. He then cried out when Hizashi's thumb rubbed at his tip sending such an intense wave of pleasure through him that it about ripped through him as easily as the lust and arousal had making his hips jump up frantically.
"Answer me, baby! Tell me!"
"Ah! Ah, ma-maybe ten minutes in? Tw-Twelve? Mmmm, I don't kn-know! I-I didn't c-care enough to really think 'bout it!" His own words were a lustful, slurring moan as he looked down at his hips jumping up making Hizashi's hand move with him, and he whined softly when the thumb pressed against his slit rubbing firmly in small, tight circles.
He twitched when the hand then slid down again to resume the stroking past from tip to base that had him whimpering as he pressed the backs of his hands to his forehead as he grit his teeth. Fine, if Hizashi wasn't going to listen to him and wait then he could play dirty too. He would play dirty! He took a few breaths when his eyes threatened to roll up at the pleasure that burned in his very veins when Hizashi squeezed his erection with just enough pressure to make his hips jerk up in that same frenzy they had before.
"Za-Zashi, do you 'member the t-table?"
Hizashi squinted at him as Shouta fought the urge to shut his eyes, his hands shaking against his forehead, and he watched confusion roll over his husband's face as his glasses slipped down his nose before being nudged back up. He felt a laugh crawling up his throat at the sight, the brows that came together tightly on his forehead as he blinked rapidly a few times before squinting at him again as if his confusion deepened and then tilted his head as he paused his hand.
It made him whine loudly before he could stop himself, his hips jerking desperately to recreate the strokes when Hizashi finally spoke, beginning to move his hand again though it was slower and not at all what Shouta wanted. He wanted fast. He wanted to be squeezed so firmly it bordered on pain. "What table?"
"T-The one at our old apartment?"
He knew he hit the spot directly when Hizashi's eyes lost their squint, flying open giving him a wide-eyed look instead as he stared down at Shouta who bit back the smirk that quivered at the corners of his lips. Not yet. Not yet. It was hard to keep it off his lips when he felt a smug satisfaction run through him when he felt the fingers beginning to move again slowly this time, as if to see what he would say next.
"Yeah, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout! That table that -Ah, shit! Mmm!- th-that we bought at the y-yard sale because we co-couldn't afford a brand new one yet? A-And it was all scratched up and ne-needed a book under one of the legs to keep it stable?"
"It was a p-piece of shit! A shitty ass table!" Hizashi got his words out with a breathless laugh accompanying them as Shouta moaned when the hand began moving faster, his legs squirming on either side of the blonde restlessly. His breath rushed out over his lips making them feel dry when he pressed them together to swallow.
Though, he honestly didn't care right then because those fingers were then rubbing at the tip, and he was crying out jerking his hips upwards as his legs shook. He gasped as the fingers of his left hand curled tightly over the box and tube in his hand so tightly he feared that he'd burst open the lube and get it all over his hair. It happened once before and it wasn't pleasant at all to get it out. He sucked in a breath when Hizashi leaned down to kiss his throat only to begin moving lower.
Kissing his chest softly as he made his way down his stomach which quivered at the soft press of his lips and his thighs twitched to open themselves as wide as they could while his hips arched up. A silent plea. "What about that table's got your attention, baby? Why are you bringing it up now?"
"B-Because of the video! The one I-I chose! It made me 'memeber it!" He breathed out when he felt Hizashi's breath against his hip before a kiss was pressed there then a nip of teeth that made him shiver and he whimpered when he felt Hizashi kiss the underside of his erection.
He knew exactly what he wanted to say, to spur Hizashi on, but the words clogged in his throat for a moment as the blonde began kissing down to the base, his lashes fluttering as he looked up from under them at him before moving up towards the leaking tip when he held out a hand curling his fingers. It took his brain a moment to piece it together because it was fizzed with the jolt of lust that zapped him when lips pressed again his tip making his whole body jerk and he bit his lip though it did nothing to quiet the moan that tore out of him.
He then moved his hand from his forehead and all but threw both items at the blonde's hand which got him a hum when he took a breath to speak. "Ju-Just somethin' made me think of when w-we had it and sometimes you wo- Nnnngh!"
He thrust his hips up eagerly when Hizashi licked at the tip, rubbing the piercing against the slit his eyes smoldering up at him and his hands came up to cover his eyes which he also squeezed shut. It should be illegal the way the blonde licked at him, rubbing that sinful barbell against the head as if he were eager to lap up the droplets of pre-come that welled up. As if he was eager to taste it. He didn't have to see to know how his husband was looking at him, didn't need too because he could see it so clearly behind his eyelids.
He wanted to watch his husband, but he couldn't; strange how he could sit through half of a porn video and the first five minutes of another one but he couldn't will himself to look down. He whimpered when Hizashi then began kissing down the side of his erection making him gasp in a breath that made his chest heave when the blonde spoke again, this time his voice pitched dangerously low. Using his quirk this time, the wicked bastard.
"What would I do, Sho? Did I do something to you that involved the table?"
He could do it. He could say it. God, he wanted to say it! He just needed a second to catch his breath as he felt his erection twitch as he ground the backs of his hands against his eyes as he swallowed and then licked his lips taking a little breath. "So-Sometimes I'd be making d-dinner or washing the d-dishes and you'd walk in acting all in-innocent and bother me!"
How embarrassed he should be as gasped out those words. Yet he couldn't think of it when it got him rewarded by lips pressing to his thighs now, fluttering kisses that would be placed on his face, and the muscles in his thighs jumped at the lips caressing the sensitive inner flesh. Go on. He didn't have to hear the words from Hizashi to know it was what he was thinking. "An-And then you'd start t-touching me! Touching my ssstomach and hips u-until I couldn't focus!"
"Mmmm, what does that have to do with the t-table, baby?" Hizashi's voice was still pitched low, dangerously and deliciously low, making him tremble when his voice vibrated across his skin from how close his lips were. He could only imagine those smoldering eyes looking up at him, pupils blown wide.
He whimpered when he heard the cap of the lube popping open followed quickly by the quiet, slick little noises as it was spread over the blonde's fingers, and he couldn't control the way his breath raced. How it came out jaggedly, heaving and rushing out too fast, and he squirmed when he felt the fingers moving between his cheeks to rub over his entrance. It made his hips twitch against the fingers rubbing at him, the eagerness overpowering for just a moment, and he felt lips against his inner thigh again.
"Tell me, baby, what did I do after that?"
Jesus. Already the images from the videos felt farther away but still flashed behind his eyelids as he struggled to keep from moving in time with the fingers rubbing at him slickly. "Th-Then you'd touch me d-down there! Touching m-my thighs, my ass and my hi-hips then you'd rub m-me!"
He sounded utterly, completely breathless when Hizashi began pushing his finger into him making him twitch as he bit at his sore lip to compose himself as his breath hitched and shuddered down then out before he could speak again. And even when he did his voice was strangely thick, raspy and not at all like Hizashi's deeper pitch but the shudder he felt from the hands on him told him it affected Hizashi about as much as the blonde's voice affected him. "And-And when I g-got hard you wouldn't ta-take me to the bedroom!"
"Where'd I take you?"
God, his voice was a shot straight to his groin making his erection throb at the sound of it and Shouta squirmed as he twitched his hips as Hizashi began thrusting his finger slowly. Like he was testing the waters. He nearly yelled at him to hurry up the preparation, that he was impatient and wanted more right now and if he didn't get it then he'd lose his mind. And to think this was all because of two little videos on Pornhub. People really knew what they were doing in getting people aroused and fired up, didn't they?
He jumped when he felt that second finger nudging at him before pushing in, making him hiss out a breath through clenched teeth and his hips jumped up desperately in search of something, anything, to give him what he wanted. "Wh-Where did I take you, baby?"
"To the table! The ta-table!" His throat felt dry from how he gasped his words, but they were flying out of him in each breath he used leaving his lungs hungry for another breath and he was desperate to get the words out of him.
He planted his feet on the mattress, doing his best to move his hips in time with the fingers thrusting into him, and he could feel those eyes burning into his feverish skin making his very blood flame with lust. He wanted it, he needed it, and he was going to get it, goddammit! God, he hadn't known the effect porn would have on him at this age. The last time he watched it actively was when he was a teenager, his hormones being in overdrive and his sex drive through the roof once he realized his feelings for Hizashi.
It had driven him out of his mind the way he was always so close but untouchable had killed him. So naturally he turned to porn. But since he and Hizashi have been together he didn't have a need for it, not as often as he would have in the past, because he had the object of his desire and lust with him. He hissed in a breath when the fingers spread outwards pushing at his muscles spurring him to speak.
"You'd pu-put me on the table! And-And-!"
"And what, baby?" Hizashi's spoke with that low tone, but it came slower now, like he was close to falling asleep but the fast movements of his fingers spoke nothing of it and he whimpered when the tips of his fingers just barely touched his prostate.
His hips jerked down to get them to touch, to press against it but the fingers pulled back right as he moved down and he cried out at the indignation, the unfairness, that ripped through him at being denied it. He heard the low, vibrating chuckle against his thigh as lips pressed against them again but began crawling back up, making him gasp hopefully as they kissed at the juncture between his thigh and groin.
"Move your hands, Sho, look at me."
He moved his tightly fisted, trembling hands from his eyes and peeled them open looking down at his husband who was smiling up at him sweetly which was such a contrast to his tone that it made him blink at him in confusion. Then he was shuddering, his hands flying downwards to grab the long blonde locks as Hizashi delivered a lick from the base all the way up to the tip rubbing his piercing against it before he covered it with his mouth.
He shouted when Hizashi suckled, his tongue lapping at the slit before dipping his head down making his hips arch up only for hands to come up pressing his hips down as he gasped for a breath. Fuck, fuck! He could feel his thighs shaking as his toes curled tightly before twitching as he cried out breathlessly as his husband kept moving down. It was only when he was down to the base, the tip of his nose pressing against him, did he gasp.
In fact, he swore he gasped so deeply and so violently, that he heard the rasping quality to it as it scraped down his throat. Heaved a lungful of air down, feeling his chest heave with the motion as he paused to swallow. Then he used his air, his air that he wanted to save, to form words. He had to continue, anyhow, because what he saw in his mind was blending the memories with the videos they had just sat through, and he knew his memories were so much better, but it was- He just needed-!
"And-And then you'd fuck me so hard that it would creak and wo-wobble! So hard, so fast! And it'd be s-so gooood! So good, Zashi! Better than any fu-fucking video could ever m-make me feel!"
He screamed, howled, his words as he stared at the ceiling as he gripped and twisted those blonde locks around his fingers tightly when he was grinding his hips upwards when Hizashi swallowed. The movement was almost too much paired with the fingers that had bumped up to three, thrusting in and out of him while fanning out until he was writhing against the sheets gasping when Hizashi began to bob his head.
He loved when Hizashi went down on him whether it was for a blowjob or to eat him out, the man had a magical mouth no matter what he did and Shouta loved every damn second of it! He could hear the quiet sounds of Hizashi sucking at him, swallowing when he went down to the base, as he moved his fingers in time to the movements of his head making Shouta moan so loudly, so violently, that he felt his vocal cords straining.
His hands coaxed Hizashi downwards each time he went up and his hips were shamelessly rocking against his mouth each time he went to the base. He was sure he was going to lose his mind. All because of two videos they didn't even watch all the way through. He jerked when Hizashi pulled his fingers out, a whine that sounded closer to a keening sound, only to wail when the blonde pushed against his hands as he began sliding upwards giving a suck to the tip before popping off.
He was gulping air down, unsure if it was sobs flying out of him, but he was making some kind of strangled sound in between each lungful of air he took as Hizashi pulled his hands from his hair to sit up. He choked the sounds down the best he could which wasn't great, but he could hear Hizashi fussing with something for a moment, his head lifting as his chest heaved. He whimpered when he watched Hizashi rip open the condom in his hand viciously, like he couldn't get it open fast enough, his hands shaking as he rolled the condom on.
His movements were fast, jerking movements that trembled as he picked up the lube perhaps a bit too hard if the way he squirted a decent amount out onto the blankets but that didn't matter. It didn't matter because he was pressing a dollop onto his fingers then moving back between Shouta's legs, the black-haired man spreading them open with a whimper as the fingers dove down smearing the lube against the hole that twitched beneath his fingers.
He then reached out for Shouta's waist, lifting his lower half up and the man used his feet to push himself up just enough to help out the blonde who let his lips quirk into a little smile. He was reaching out for Hizashi, his hands shaking much like the rest of him, and then he was crying out so loudly in such a high tone that his right hand flew up to cover his mouth as Hizashi nudged at him before diving in.
He didn't know what to do with his left hand, didn't know if he was still reaching, but it quickly clapped over his right hand as he released another noise that was so lewd, so lustful, that even muffled it made embarrassment prickle. Hizashi's hands squeezed tightly at his waist when he bottomed out and he closed his eyes for a moment. He just needed a moment. Were his lashes wet?
He could feel the sweat beading up on his forehead, sliding down his temples, but did he have tears? Why? He didn't know, he couldn't understand why his eyes were watering but here they were. Was it the embarrassment? Or the euphoria of Hizashi's erection twitching inside of him? He truly didn't know at this point but what he did know was he couldn't really believe he released anything like that! It was so-!
"Do-Don't do that, Sho!"
The blonde's hands then lifted from his waist to grab at his wrists gently but he shook his head as he opened his eyes to stare at his husband who was staring down at him with such hunger, such absolute lust, that it sent chills down his spine. The fingers lightly squeezed his wrists before tugging at them and he knew he could fight them, he could resist the tugging, but he didn't. Was it because he also wanted to hear himself?
Or because he knew it was a fruitless struggle? He let Hizashi pull his hands away from his mouth only for them to be pinned by his head, hands sliding up to interlock with his own tightly, and he whined softly as he looked up at his husband. God, he looked like he was going to devour him. And maybe he would let him. He was burning hot - he was on fire- and he would do anything Hizashi said. If he said to jump into a pile of broken glass, if he told him to break his own arms, or throw himself out the window he would do it.
He would do anything just for him to keep looking at him like that. "Let me hear you, baby! You sound more erotic, more fucking h-hot, than any Porn star could ever hope to be an-and I want to hear it! Please let me hear it, baby, please, please! Please!"
He clutched at Hizashi's hands fiercely, tight as he dared, when he felt the blonde grinding his hips slightly before pulling back just a bit before thrusting forward making a gasp fly out of him. He used the leverage of his feet and moved his own hips, pulling backwards before pushing forward to thump against the blonde's pelvis drawing a moan from the blonde as his hands squeezed his own.
He moved his hips again confidently, excitedly, drawing another sound from Hizashi only for it to melt into another moan that sounded far more throaty than the first and he shivered at the sound as he let his eyes shut. Concentrate, he needed to concentrate. He knew this position wasn't the best for moving as hard or fast as he could on his knees but he could still do both. He could still move as fast as he could, and he could still move as hard as he dared before his legs even thought of giving out.
He began moving his hips faster, his back sliding just a bit as he moved, and he loved the sound it was rewarded with as the blonde's hips began moving in time with Shouta. He shouted out wordlessly when Hizashi angled his hips just enough for his prostate to be hit, the pleasure that ripped up his spine was burning and left him feeling so hot that he wondered how the bed wasn't aflame yet.
He jerked his hips faster, aiming for a harder force that made Hizashi rock back just a bit before the blonde was growling at him thrusting just as hard into him and it had his legs shaking as he squeezed the hands in his. He whimpered softly at that look on his husband's face coupled with the growling, incohesive little words that slipped out and he could feel the muscles straining his legs to keep pushing, to keep moving as he began meeting his husband's thrusts.
He was spinning, flying through the emotions and sensations raking beneath his feverish skin and Hizashi's hands in his own were the only thing keeping him grounded as he clung onto them. Clung and dug his nails lightly into the backs of them as Hizashi's thrusts began adopting a pounding rhythm that he responded to eagerly, meeting them just a harshly as they were delivered until he was crying out.
The sound was high, reedy and it made another rush of embarrassment burst through him at the sound until he heard Hizashi moaning out in the same high manner, a keening sound. If he knew, at any point, that watching porn with his husband would make the sex following it this fucking hot he would have done it a long time ago. He whined when Hizashi wiggled his hands away from his making fingers curl tightly to his palms in the absence and he then yelped when Hizashi was moving his hands down dragging his nails against his thighs making the muscles jump.
He trailed his hand upwards making the skin quiver under his touch, Shouta squirming as his panting breaths seemed to hitch and shudder in anticipation and he watched the hand traveling past his hip. His hips paused in their thrusting to jump up eagerly when Hizashi lifted his hand to drag the back of his fingers against his stomach before smirking at him. The sound it pulled out of Shouta when his fingers finally, finally wrapped around his erection again was something he couldn't even place.
It was so much more than a cry but not quite a yell, nor a scream but maybe something in between? He wasn't sure but it was again high and louder before it deepened as Hizashi began stroking quickly in time with his thrusts making both men shudder at the sound as it choked off. It was hard to focus on anything, anything at all, outside of his husband's body moving desperately against his own and it was hard to hear anything besides the moans flying out of the blonde.
It was as if the moment he crawled on that bed, the moment he became fascinated with the pornos, the world had ceased to exist outside of their bedroom. He gasped for a breath, one that would help the strange spinning in his head, and it quickly came out as a loud moan leaving his lungs hungry for another proper breath, but he just couldn't manage it. His hips moved desperately, lustfully, in time with Hizashi's and it was all he could think about, all he could focus on.
In the moment it was all that mattered to him. He winced when Hizashi's moans began rising higher in pitch, his low groans sending shudders down his spine, and God if they weren't doing something to him. He hadn't been lying when he said Hizashi could make him feel better than any video could and the absolute smoldering, burning heat beneath his skin was testament to his words.
He whined when he felt his legs trembling lightly, as if growing tired, from the movements and he could feel his orgasm creeping up on him. As if every throb his erection gave dragged him closer to the edge. Did he say something about it? Should he say something? He hated the embarrassment that flooded him in bursts each time an overly lewd sound left his lips but loved the shuddering gasps it earned him from the blonde and the way he would get a few thrusts that were harder than the rest.
So hard that the sound of their skin meeting, slick and loud would become thunderous cracks from these thrusts and he wailed each time they were delivered. Now that his mind was aware, hyper focused in fact, on the orgasm that was building with an increasing pressure in his groin he was squirming against the sheets desperately as his hips worked to move faster, harder. Chasing the heat that he knew would rip through him, cresting and then making him shudder as it crashed around him.
He didn't want to hold it off, for once, and he didn't want to ignore it. He wanted to hunt down the orgasm building, desperate to jump off the edge, just because he knew he was too riled up. To desperate for his own good and he gritted his teeth for a moment before taking a breath that hissed down. He had to- He wanted to say- Where were his words to let Hizashi know that-! "Ah! Ah, ah, ah! Zashi, I ca-can't! I can't, can't, can't! It's too-! Everything is-! Yo-You're too much! Nnngh, I-I need-!"
"I know! I know, b-baby! God, I fucking kn-know!" Hizashi was howling as his nails dug into Shouta's thigh as his other squeezed just enough to make Shouta wail out just as loud as his husband, his legs trembling as his knees shifted to press against Hizashi making his movements stutter.
He planted his feet again as he resumed his frantic, frenzied movements as Hizashi clawed at him when he jerked his hips forward, grinding roughly against Shouta dragging another loud sound from his throat as his hips instinctively ground back against him. "Ohhh my fucking god! Shouta! Wh-Why didn't we do this before? It's- Fuck! Fucking hell! Sho, Sho, I love you! Goddamn, you're so r-riled up from two little videos? Mmmm! Ahh, yessss! Yes! Hell fucking yes, baby! Keep doing that! Nnngh! Like that, like that! Shit! I- Fuck me! Fuck me you're so fu-fucking good! I'm gonna-!"
He heard the click of teeth as Hizashi tried to control his howls by shutting his mouth, his hips slamming against his own with such intensity he wondered if the blonde would be sore tomorrow and if that meant they wouldn't be doing something new. Well, no, not necessarily. Hip soreness never really stopped Hizashi before. He was writhing, his hands pressing against his eyes again as lashes trembled from how tightly they clenched shut.
Then he felt his foot slip making his hands slide up to press the heels of his palms to his forehead. He quickly tried to put his foot down again only for it to slide against the sheets again before he could get it to stay in place. He was close, dangerously close, and he was trembling at the thought. "Do it! Do it, please! Pl-Please! Please, please, Zashi! Nnngh, yes! Ha-Harder, harder, harder! Harder, Zashi! Fas-Faster! Ah! Mmmmnn, I love you to-too! Motherfu- Ohhhh ssshit! Shit! Shit! ! Zashi, I'm-!"
He was howling just as loud as his husband when he felt the hand leave his throbbing erection making him wail loudly only to feel the hand slide down to his thigh and he was gasping as his legs were shoved upwards to his chest. It rendered him motionless and he moaned loudly, with that same Porn star lewdness to it, as Hizashi began delivering those pounding thrusts that he had come to love in the few times Hizashi had delivered them.
He was jerking his hips backwards harshly then slamming forward just as hard, the slapping of their skin ringing like shots as his thrusts had Shouta sliding just a bit with each one delivered. He could hear grunts leaving Hizashi each time his hips slammed forward, groans that rang out with such intensity he was sure it would vibrate even the heaviest object. Each slamming thrust hit and stimulated his prostate head on making his moan crest into a keening sound as his toes curled tightly, legs shaking in Hizashi's grasp.
He would have laughed at the sight of Hizashi's glasses flying off of his face any other time, any other day, but at the moment he couldn't, not when he didn't have the air for it. And even if he could laugh the air he did suck in was feeding into his moans and whimpers. He was on that edge, wavering and wobbling, his chest aching from the heaving movements and then-then-! He couldn't believe the scream that left his lips, shocked at the sound leaving him as it rang in the rooms rather thick and heady atmosphere making Hizashi whimper wildly.
His hands clawed and gripped at the sheets as his orgasm positively ripped through him, his body writhing as each throbbing twitch his erection gave rewarded it with a spurt of come that landed onto his stomach. His scream morphed into a scratchy, raspy moan as he trembled at the own loud shout that left his husband as his hips slammed forward once, twice and three more times before he was trembling against Shouta.
His moan, which he thought had been ending, ripped out of him anew at each throb his husband's erection gave as he held himself tightly against Shouta. His gasping breaths had his head spinning and he feared for just one second that he might faint. It was too much, too much, too much! Everything was unbearably hot, steaming against his feverish skin, and he was shaking as his gasps sounded scratchy, sounded like they were scraping his throat raw, and he could hear similar sounds leaving his husband.
And then it was over. The erection inside of him was stilling, softening slightly as Hizashi's fingers dug into his thighs, his head bowing forward making a few sweat droplets fall onto Shouta's own sweaty skin as the stillness seemed to make itself known. As if it wouldn't be ignored now that all movement had stopped. He whimpered quietly feeling the strain in his throat, the ringing in his throbbing ears that his mind called into focus now that he was burning up, when Hizashi pulled his hips back slowly.
He shivered when he slid out then flopped down onto the bed next to Shouta making it bounce under his weight as they panted quickly, the black-haired man turning his head to look at Hizashi who seemed to have the same idea. His face was red, a deep crimson, sweaty and absolutely euphoric as a droplet of the sweat ran down his cheek and Shouta knew he wasn't any better. He then watched the smile, wide and so completely smugly satisfied, curl over Hizashi's lips making his mustache twitch with the movement.
"S-So, thinking about that shitty table back in our shitty apartment really did it for you? Because of some dude getting fucked on a table in a porno?" Hizashi breathed out as he rolled onto his side reaching out to wrap his arm around Shouta's chest pulling him closer and he allowed himself to be tugged towards the blonde.
He wiggled closer as the amusement in Hizashi's voice made itself known and he shut his eyes as lips pressed to his sweaty forehead, feeling Hizashi wiggle before jerking a little grunt. Then a hand was pushing at the strands of hair clinging to his sweaty face softly, reverently, and stroking down the side of his face before the soft sound of fingers brushing over Shouta's stubble came audibly to both of them. Was Hizashi's voice always so muffled? So faint? Shit, did he do more damage to his ears than he thought?
"Mmmm, not exactly. I-I guess the first video kind of fueled it though." Shouta whispered feeling a small stab of embarrassment in his chest but the euphoric satisfaction weaving inside of him blocked out the chance of it being felt intensely.
Then he turned his head to kiss Hizashi's throat, feeling the vibration of the hum he got in response beneath his lips, and he then pulled back feeling the corners of his lips twitch when Hizashi looked at him with wide eyes. He could actually see one hearing aid sticking out more than the other and it nearly made him cackle at the sight, but he held it down as he allowed a small smile to curl at the corners of his lips making those lashes flutter as his eyes opened as wide as they could possibly go.
"But I decided. On this stupid little challenge of yours."
"And what's the verdict?" Hizashi asked with a breathless, hopeful tone as his eyes sparkled at him making him chuckle quietly, under his uneven breathing, and the blonde then blinked before cringing with curse as he rolled onto his back. "Give me a second, keep talking though!"
He then sat up, the bed bouncing lightly as he moved, and his legs spread awkwardly as he began pulling at the condom, grimacing a bit as he pulled it off carefully and tied it off making Shouta raise his brows at the tip of the condom. He never actually looked at a filled condom before and it had his cheeks flushing with a fresh blush, but he knew it would go unnoticed as his face was already so red without a doubt and he looked away when Hizashi's gaze flicked back to him.
"Well? I said keep talking, baby! I wanna hear what's going on in that coconut head of yours! Are you gonna tell me you wanna do it? Do you want to? Or do you not want to?"
Shouta smiled at the blonde's babbling when Hizashi began to pat the sheets for his glasses, blinking again once he realized they weren't on his face, and he cursed under his breath again as he found them where they'd fallen next to Shouta's side. Well, technically they fell on his stomach first and then fell to the side but he hadn't been concentrating enough on that in the moment.
Hizashi lifted the frames up then slid them into place, reached up to nudge his hearing aid back into place and turned to look at him with such excitement that he looked just like a child at Christmas time eyeing a pile of presents. He felt his own stomach flutter with that airy sensation, or butterflies as Hizashi liked saying, and cleared his throat before speaking as he let his smile widen up at the hopeful blonde.
"I'll do it."