Our Reflections

by CrypticBeans

Hizashi always has some idea cooking in his head, always wanting to build and improve upon their sex life. So after a particularly long week of work Aizawa is surprised to come home to a mirror above their bed and Hizashi waiting for him.

Shouta had an oral fixation. It was something he'd always had, just a "thing" as Hizashi always called it, when they had been in high school and questioned why Shouta always seemed to have something in his mouth in between classes. He wouldn't say he dealt with it but more he didn't think twice about it. It was just something he did naturally. Like writing with his dominant hand or how he would sometimes skip cracks in the sidewalks.

It just was. He did, however, worry about Eri possibly picking up his little habit as she always seemed to relish in the fact that Shouta kept hard candies on him whenever possible and while she didn't question it, she did always seem in awe of how he had something in his mouth as frequent as often when he was at home. He sucked on candies, fiddled with the tube of his jelly packets. There had been a few times he had gnawed on his fingers until they bled without thinking twice about it.

That had been a painful experience for him to learn not to substitute something with his fingers. They'd been covered in band aids for a week before he could take them off without worrying about his fingertips throbbing when he banged them into something. Of course Hizashi, in his unique way, scolded Shouta for biting his fingers like that and it had made him feel guilty about it. For the first time since high school, the first time ever with his husband, did he feel guilty.

Felt guilty about the gnawing and biting he sometimes did to appease his oral fixation when sucking on things didn't help quite as much. With his "thing", as Hizashi called it, he knew realistically he couldn't always have something on him to suck or even gnaw on but he tried. He tried to be as prepared as possible with them in his pockets or in his desk drawer during his hours at school, that he would often save until lunchtime.

It was hardest somedays at school when his anxiety was strangely through the roof making him irritable, the only thing he would want to do was put his head down and have something in his mouth that he could focus on to soothe him. Hizashi often kept candies on himself as well to pass or slip to Shouta when he sensed the tension in his husband, even going so far as to let Shouta suck on his fingers or bite at claiming he didn't care.

Sometimes he did it just to help him, sometimes it was because Shouta wanted his fingers, and sometimes it was in a sexual way that appeased them both. However, it wasn't his oral fixation that had him noticing that Hizashi had something he had been thinking about and he didn't have to be a scholar to know that Hizashi was planning something. He had picked up little jobs here and there, constantly checking his bank accounts and muttering to himself softly.

Little grumbles until he noticed Shouta either close by or walking into the room where he would then drop it. Suspicious. Hizashi wasn't good at hiding most things but whatever this most recent thing he had in his head was making him excited. More excited than when Shouta would sit between his knees whenever they had hours or days alone together and quite literally worship him. Perhaps it was the oral fixation, perhaps most of it was him, but Shouta loved having Hizashi's dick in his mouth.

Bad day? Whip it out. Bad dreams? Whip it out. If he was even feeling slightly like wanting him? Whip it out. He always tried snapping at the blonde to do it but always ended up whining and begging him to let him do it. To give Shouta the freedom to do as he wanted with the blonde. Shouta never was sure just what about it that he loved so much. If it was being able to watch Hizashi twitch when he kissed the sensitive skin or mouth at its sides watching him squirmed.

Or maybe it was the feel of it in his hand where he could twist and squeeze his fingers until the blonde was gritting his teeth. He knew that flaccid or hard, the weight of his husband's dick on his tongue was an experience he adored and always left him blissful. He loved being able to lick and suck at the blonde all he wanted, for hours sometimes, and how Hizashi would just go about doing what he had been doing before Shouta came along.

Whether it was reading or answering emails, watching TikTok, somehow managing to video call with a few friends. He loved everything about it. Especially the way it stretched his jaw just enough that it could possibly create an ache if he kept it in his mouth for hours. Even how he traced the veins feeling it twitch, or how he had trained himself with Hizashi's help to take the length down his throat.

Shoved down until his nose was pressed to the golden pubic hairs. To listen to his husband absolutely howl with pleasure above him. That's why because Hizashi always went out of his way to appease Shouta's oral fixation, let him do whatever he pleased, that Shouta offered the same courtesy to his husband. How did he know he wasn't going to like something if he didn't try his husband's suggestions?

Finding new kinks was like finding money on the ground; strange that it was there for so long going unnoticed but left a person feeling lucky to have found it. Hizashi always pushed, pressed, and coaxed ideas out of Shouta whenever he could, claiming that the black-haired man was kinky, that he just needed to dive into it headfirst and not think too much about it. That his shyness would get in the way if he thought too much about it and he wasn't wrong.

The blonde even said that was why he loved how lost and eager Shouta could get during sex. So much so that he forgot himself and he was screaming just as loud as the blonde. It embarrassed him, of course, when it was over but Hizashi never let him think about it too much and would go into overdrive with the aftercare they both loved doing after sex. It was perhaps one of Shouta's most favorite things.

He loved taking care of Hizashi and the blonde seemed to love taking care of him. Sometimes the aftercare could turn into something more, something frisky, if they were in the shower insisting on washing the other first before settling on doing it at the same time only for Hizashi to gain that wicked smirk that turned Shouta's cheeks pink. And that leads to Friday, the current time. He had just dropped Eri off with Bakugo and Kirishima for the night.

The red head happily promising to watch the eight-year-old and the blonde glaring as if he wanted to snap at Shouta implying, he wasn't the best baby-sitter. It was his fault that Eri came home saying 'fuck!' left and right when she dropped something, was frustrated, or angry when he or Hizashi would say no. It had taken about a day of them giving her warnings not to say it before she was ultimately sat down over it.

They explained why she shouldn't be saying the word but it was only when she still remained a bit reluctant to stop did Hizashi give her a punishment. Hizashi, despite his fun nature, always came in hand when it involved punishing Eri. Not that Shouta was unwilling to punish their adoptive daughter, but it was just hard too. Especially when she had been so genuinely confused about why she shouldn't say it despite their explanation.

it was hard for him to punish her period. But after dropping off Eri with the teens, Hitoshi popped out of the dorm's kitchen with Denki babbling in there, Shouta had been able to talk to the indigo haired teen about training with his capture weapon and schoolwork before leaving. It had been a long day. A very long day. The week had dragged itself by with its nails, unwilling to go faster, and Shouta felt like he was suffering through it every day.

Being pushed, pushed, pushed until he was sure that he would snap. Maybe it was simply because he was more exhausted than normal? Because he worked a whole school day with naps in between and then was going on patrol most nights until the early hours of the morning giving him at most two or three hours of sleep before he got up and did it all again? He didn't know. He couldn't pinpoint why this week felt more torturous than normal.

At least he was quite literally relieved that it was Friday. He felt like his students did, wanting to throw his arms up and shout with all the reverence in the world "thank you fucking God" to the ceiling and run from the room as well but refrained from doing so. He was a grown man in his thirties, he had more restraint when it came to the thought of doing something like that. However, in his head he was screaming and dancing with such energy that he could finally get a break.

Such happiness that he had drummed his fingers on the podium as the students filtered out. He was grateful as he exited the dorms, the cold wind snatching his breath from him as it caused his hair to fly around his shoulders and face causing him to bury his face into his scarf that he had chosen to wear in his off hours. A much-needed scarf. It was January after all and the snow around him was white, pristine, and the skies all day had promised more.

Eri's birthday was only a few weeks ago, along with Christmas, and Hizashi had gone all out. When Shouta got a bracelet from the man, a weak present from the blonde, he had been promised that his main gift would be coming soon. Very soon. He didn't care, honestly, about gifts but he had spoiled Eri and even spoiled Hitoshi the best he could with the knowledge of what he somewhat had of what teens nowadays liked thanks to Hizashi's help.

All in all, it had been both a good birthday and Christmas for both the teen along with the girl. Shouta slipped his hands into the coat pocket, searching for a moment before snagging the last Jolly rancher on him and pulled it out. The cringle as he unwrapped it was absolutely ridiculous but then all sound, no matter how little or how big, carried in winter so much easier. The air always had a dead, empty feeling to it.

A quality that amplified noise more than any other season. He lowered his scarf for just a moment to pop the candy in then pulled it right back up as he walked in the direction of the parking lot. He and Hizashi didn't live far from the school, thankfully. About a thirty-minute walk from here to there but he wasn't insane. He wasn't going to walk when the wind tugged at his clothes slipping into whatever open area they could to rush in and leave him frigid.

Had him breaking out in goosebumps from the chill of it. His cheeks already felt cold, the tip of his nose tingling, as he rushed towards the parking lot listening to the impact of his boots against the ground. He was entering the parking lot when his phone began vibrating in his pocket making him hum as he pulled it out looking at the screen to find a text from his husband. The man, strangely enough, had left school after lunch.

He had claimed he had some business he needed to take care of and had kissed Shouta softly on the forehead before flying out of the room. When he left, without a second thought, Shouta had scowled. It was irresponsible, reckless, to leave when he still had classes after lunch but when approached by Nezu who very happily canceled the classes for the afternoon he couldn't help but sigh.

He paused just at the entrance of the parking lot, texting his husband back, shivering at the way his fingers seemed stiff and frozen from the frigid air despite them having been tucked in his pockets. He then pulled his car keys out and clicked the button, watched the lights on his car flash before walking in the direction. So, his present was there, huh? What did Hizashi get that he was all excited about?

He didn't quite trot but he did walk quickly to his car, pressing at the pad again listening to the doors click in unison as he approached it and then kicked up his steps just a bit to the driver's door. He climbed in, his weight in the seat making the car bounce lightly, and he slammed the door shut shifting in his seat now to get his seatbelt on. Then he let his head fall against the headrest. He was almost there.

Just a little drive and he'd be quite literally homebound. He sighed through his nose as the quiet click of the candy against his teeth sounded in the silence, rolling the candy from one side of his mouth to the other with his tongue before lifting his head and taking his key sliding it into the ignition. He twisted turning the car on only to fiddle with the heating, frowning at the frigid air that blasted through making him shiver.

He then shifted the car into reverse taking one more breath. His cats, his husband, were at home. A safe haven. He wondered if tonight, given he had such a bad day, if Hizashi would let him suck and lick at him all he wanted just to relax? Just to appease the ache that was making itself known the longer he sucked on the little candy in his mouth that it wasn't enough. Wasn't satisfying as it should have been.

He adjusted his rearview mirror, humming quietly when he was satisfied, and pulled out of the spot then he was putting it into drive, and he was gone. Driving through the parking lot as he felt relief weaving through him at the simple notion that soon he would be with Hizashi. While he was worrying, always worrying, over those problem children of his he knew he needed a break. Just one little break.

Then he'd be able to come back to the dorms with a renewed sense of purpose and a renewed sense to watch over the teens like any father would, but he just needed to clear his head. He needed to shake off the way he had been screaming internally all week long each time he stopped a fight. Stopped the class from doing something stupid. Having to deal with his coworkers who could annoy him even on a good day.

He wondered then, as he felt the heat begin to kick on, if Hizashi would be too busy. He did have his show tonight, from midnight until four in the morning so would he have time? Maybe. It was nine thirty after all and Shouta felt wired. Alert. Painfully so and he lifted a hand from the wheel to scratching cheek idly. Hizashi always made time, somehow, and it always seemed to work out on the nights he worked.

He let out a breath as he lightly began biting at the candy in his mouth when his phone vibrated in his pocket again. It went quiet then vibrated again only to begin ringing with the ring tone he'd picked out for Hizashi specifically and he cursed. He was minutes, seconds from home, but he hadn't said that to Hizashi. He hadn't said if he was walking or driving so naturally the blonde would be worried about him.

He let out his breath as he turned onto the street, the school far behind him by this point making his shoulders relax, as he began driving down his street. Seconds. He was seconds away. His phone vibrated again when he pulled into the little driveway of theirs and turned the car off, sliding the keys out of the ignition and putting the car into park. He then unbuckled himself, opening the door and stepping out into the cold.

A cold that bit at his skin as if angrily that he had even attempted to warm himself for a few minutes let alone a drive home, and he shivered. He slammed the door shut behind him then pressed the button on the little pad locking the doors with a flash of the lights again. Then he was stepping on the little pathway that led to their front door, freshly salted this morning, and he listened to that crunch beneath his boots.

It could be either remaining salt or fragments of broken up ice, his hands in his pockets again. He walked briskly up to the door, pulled his keys out again and unlocked the door in record time pushing it open only for heat to swirl around his face as he stepped inside. Shivers rolled down his spine as he shut the door behind him, the warmth attacking his frigid face eagerly. It was a much better temperature than the biting cold.

"I'm home!" He called out shutting the door behind him, flipping the lock again, and began unzipping his coat when a chirping meow had him looking down. Simba, the resident orange idiot of the house, rubbed up against his legs with a flick of his tail.

He smiled softly at the animal as he shrugged his coat off placing it on the hook. He then unwound the scarf from around his throat hanging it on the same hook before gently nudging the cat out of the way to kick his boots off and place them in the little shelving unit Hizashi had bought. A cute little thing of cubbies for their boots or shoes, slippers even, and once he got them put away, he scooped the cat up into his arms.

Then he realized Hizashi had yet to answer. "Zashi? You home?"

His sock clad feet sounded loud against the floor when compared to the quiet of the house and he walked down the hallway to the kitchen looking around for signs of the man being home, the cat in his arms burring delightedly as his head nudged his jaw. The cat bowls were full so clearly he was home. If that was the case, where was he? And why wasn't he answering? He bit down on the candy in his mouth, the crunch loud enough to make the cat in his arms look up in surprise.

Then he looked down when he felt two more nudges around his legs. Cappella and Void wound around his legs with little chirping meows of their own as if welcoming him home in place of his husband. He hummed as he adjusted the cat in his arms before turning to walk down that little hallway to their master bedroom. Again, his feet were loud, the cats chasing after him as he made his way to the doors that he slid open huffing out a breath.

Did he go to work already? Sometimes he liked getting there early, saying that sometimes the earlier he started the sooner he could get home. He stepped over the threshold into the room, the cats rushing in front of him no doubt eager for pets themselves, and he scratched Simba's head when his eyes lifted from the cats only for his jaw to drop as his breath rushed out. There he was. His idiotic, beautiful husband.

Sitting on the bed with a wide smile on his lips and excitement twinkling in his green eyes. He wore nothing but a pair of boxers, legs crossed at the ankles, his bangs pulled away from his face in a little ponytail while the rest of his hair spilled down his shoulders and chest. The studs in his nipples winked at Shouta playfully, his hands planted behind him giving him a half sitting half lounging position.

His freshly painted nails glistened at him teasingly A bright, vibrant green this time. There was soft music playing from the dock on their bureau in front of their tv, a pink flush to his cheeks, but that wasn't all that caught Shouta's attention. Because there was something above the bed. It- There was a large mirror above Hizashi that hadn't been there this morning and he could only imagine the reflection of the man in it.

It robbed him of breath as he dropped Simba. The cat made a rumbling meow at being dropped as the thud of his paws hitting the floor became the loudest noise in the room. Then he sucked in a breath trying to piece together his words. His hands were shaking, his lips moving wordlessly as he stared at the blonde who wiggled his shoulders with a little giggle leaving him while he pulled his legs up in order to roll onto his knees.

He planted his hands on the edge of the bed as he leaned towards Shouta, a few more locks of hair brushing past his shoulders to dangle over them. "Welcome home, baby!"

"I- What are you doing? Where did you get that mirror? And why?

He couldn't believe by how put off he felt when Hizashi didn't shout as he normally did, nor did his arms fly open happily like any other day. Rather his eyes sparkled at him from behind his glasses as his lashes fluttered and his smile twitched higher as he stared at Shouta. "Belated merry Christmas! I'm sorry your present came a little late, but I think that the suspense of it really helped, huh?"

He then pushed himself up, his green nails flashing at him again much like they had on his feet, and he locked his fingers together against his chest. "Do you like it? I thought we'd try something new!"

"Something new?" He echoed the words staring at his husband who was nodding fervently, his hair nearly flying around his shoulders from it, and he blinked a few times before looking back up at the mirror.

"Yeah! I thought it might spice things up a bit!"

That's what he got it for? To spice things up? Why for that reason? Where did he-? No, better question how much did this cost him?

While they were far from filthy rich like Endeavor was, they were very comfortable money wise and yet a mirror like that-! "How much did this cost you, Zashi? And why a mirror? What is- I don't get it. What's the point of getting it? We have a perfectly good mirror in the bathroom here and in the main one! Why did you-?"

"Because I have something I want to try, something new, like I said! And yes, while you are right, we have other mirrors in the house it wouldn't give me the angle, the view I want you to have." What? What did he mean? He watched Hizashi's hands pull apart, fingers curling quickly in a 'come here' motion as he held his arms out to him finally. "Do you trust me, Sho?"

Did he trust him? That could be seen as a trap right there. He hesitated for a moment, the cats perched at his feet, and he watched those fingers curl again in the same motion prompting his frozen legs to move finally. He heard the bells on the cat collars jingle behind him as he approached the edge of the bed. He allowed the arms to wrap around his waist, to tug him closer, and he slid his arms around Hizashi's shoulders.

He looked up at him expectantly, humming along with the song playing so quietly he hadn't heard clearly by the door, and he felt a light heat crawl into his cheeks as he kept his gaze on the blonde. "Of course, I do. But this doesn't make any sense, Zashi! Why would you spend what had to be so much money on a mirror? I don't-"

"Come on, baby, you're smarter than that! Don't play stupid now!" Hizashi scolded him as hands rubbed at his lower back, a playful pout on the blonde's face that was completely ruined by how his eyes continued to sparkle at him with that excitement. "Isn't always you that says play stupid games win stupid prizes? So don't do that, Sho, not when you know exactly what's we're going to do!"

"You can't mean-!"

"Oh, yes, I do mean that!" Hizashi's voice purred at him while he pressed a kiss to his stomach, delighted in the way it quivered underneath his lips, and the shiver he got from him. "Don't you remember a few months back we talked about this? That we'd try it and see how it goes?"

Oh? Oh. Oh! He could remember, very faintly, a conversation they had in passing that seemed so insignificant at the time that Shouta's mind had tucked it away because it was after what had been an absolutely torturous, long day that was remedied by Hizashi ravishing him and absolutely fucking him into the bed.

They'd been twisted tightly against one another, clinging fiercely as if they other would disappear while they were still panting and nails dragging against sweaty skin as if to pull the other closer still, and Hizashi had suggested they try- "But why buy a mirror? We don't know if we're even going to do it again! And wouldn't it scare you to wake up seeing people above you?"

"It's not just people, Sho, it'd be us! And I didn't technically buy the mirror, I'm paying monthly for it and if we never do this again, I can just have it uninstalled and returned to the store. No big deal!" He then nuzzled his stomach, his glasses being nudged tighter against his face, and he pressed a kiss to Shouta's navel before moving down just a bit listening to the hitching breath he got in return. "Don't you want to try, Sho?"

"I-I mean, I'm not saying no but Zashi, that mirror can't have been cheap! Why can't we just use a mirror in the bathroom?"

"Well, I normally would agree to just doing it in front of the mirrors in the bathroom, but I want you to see clearly what I do to you, and I want you to enjoy it as much as I will. And trust me, I'll enjoy the hell out of it, baby!" Shivers. Shouta swallowed as teeth lightly tugged at the brim of his pants, moving lower to the fly of his pants where those teeth then bit the zipper tugging it down.

He whined softly at the hands sliding lower to grip his ass tightly while tugging him closer. "Fine! Even if you pay monthly for it, I bet it's a st-stupid amount and absolutely ridiculous!"

Shivering again when the vibrations of Hizashi's laugh against his crotch before pulling away to look up at him with such burning excitement that Shouta was feeling it well upside himself. Like it was quite literally infecting him. His stomach felt airy, like he had just dropped into his own body from up high, and his heart was starting to beat quickly against his chest. "Thank you, Sho! I promise you won't regret it!"

Hizashi then looked to the cats where two pairs of green eyes, a pair of yellow and finally one pair of blue eyes stared at them curiously made him raise his brows as Shouta blinked down at him before turning his head to look at the cats as well. Hizashi released his grip on the black-haired man's ass, sliding to the side to swing his legs over the edge of the bed to stand. He then began approaching the four cats staring at them curiously with a wave of his hands.

"Alright, this isn't for kitties to see! I personally don't care where you go, what you do, who you see or if it's world domination you got on the agenda but it's not going to be done here! While I'm sure Shouta cared very much, I myself, don't care if you're here but he doesn't want your innocence ruined so shoo!"

The cats stared back boldly for a moment until he stomped a foot with a hissing sound leaving his throat that made Cappella puff up and had Void along with Simba running from the room, but Cosmo merely licked her paw before staring up at him with her wide green eyes. As if she were surprised at his audacity to hiss at her. It nearly made Shouta smile, pride for the cat, like she had quite literally come from his body.

It always amused Hizashi but he truly did have that sense of parental pride that welled up inside him for Cosmo. She was his baby. But he was quickly losing that feeling only for it to be replaced with a twinge of irritation when Hizashi then made another hissing sound at the cats. This made the calico hiss back while remaining puffed up, her back hunching up, and Shouta sighed as he watched the cat and Hizashi hiss at each other.

It was only minutes before they would begin yowling at each other. "Enough, Zashi, just pick them up and toss them out. You know hissing never works on Cappella!"

As if to answer the calico began a soft yowl that had Shouta's hand flying up to pinch the bridge of his nose when Hizashi echoed the sound and he groaned softly to himself. Cosmo, at that point, seemed to get the hint and turned rushing out of the room with a merry little jingle to her collar but it was their precious little calico who remained puffed up at Hizashi who seemed to puff up right back at her.

"Get out, Cappella! This is my room, not yours! You get every other room in the house but this one! Now get gone!"

"For the love of fucking God!" Shouta finally yelled marching over to his husband who hissed at the cat as menacingly as he could, the act he was putting on for the calico was absolutely annoying, and he pushed past Hizashi to scoop up the angry cat.

"She has to learn!"

Cappella, of course, shrieked out at being touched and Hizashi shrieked right back at her sounding for all the world just like the cat after his growled words. He tossed the calico out of the room before sliding the doors together. She growled; eyes slitted as she glared at Hizashi before the doors thudded shut. He then flipped the little lock on the door turning around to glare as well as his husband.

"You are an actual idiot, you know that? How many fucking times have I told you not to antagonize our cats?"

"About as many times as you tell me not to antagonize our kids!" Hizashi now happily spoke again as he then stepped forward backing Shouta against the locked doors, his hands pressing on either side of his head against them, and he smiled widely. "Now, I'm here in my boxers and all ready to start but you're still wearing too many layers, Sho! Why don't you take'em off, huh?"

Shouta's breath hitched on the inhale when the blonde leaned in, dipping down to press a kiss to his neck making him shiver as his hands reached up to begin pulling up the shirt he'd thrown on after changing out of his costume. While it would be suspicious for people to see Eraserhead entering the school and then see a man suspiciously looking like him leaving in civilian clothing, he just changed because his clothing was so much warmer.

He squirmed awkwardly to get the fabric up over his head due to Hizashi not bothering to give him even adequate space to move, his lashes lowered as his right hand lifted from the door to press against his chest. He couldn't even think of stopping the next inhale that shuddered in then out as the hand then trailed down his chest to his stomach as if marveling at the feel of his skin, the way it twitched and trembled beneath his hand.

Hizashi then moved his other hand off of the door to reach down to unbutton his pants, tugging his hips forward playfully, when he leaned down kissing Shouta's chest softly, seeming unbothered by the chest hair and looked up from under his lashes. Over the rim of his glasses. God, it made him tremble. Hizashi was already there, already dancing on the edge of arousal for who knows how long.

Shouta felt like he was racing behind but getting closer. Reaching the mood that had been set rather quickly. In fact, he felt eager to get to the state Hizashi already seemed to be in and it twitched when the blonde hummed at him with a wicked smile on his lips as he looked at Shouta while lightly trading his fingers along his waist. Then he remembered what he wanted. What he wanted to ask Hizashi.

He parted his lips and was feeling the air he was going to use to speak fly out of him when Hizashi's hand dipped into his pants, the fly of his pants making it much easier to do so since it was open and rubbed his palm against him. His hips bucked forward as a whine left him when Hizashi's smile deepened at him as he then gripped him tightly, his dick giving a twitch that made a wicked look glint in those eyes now.

What did he want to ask? Oh, wait, he wanted-

"Za-Zashi, can I-" His voice cut off with a tighter squeeze, not painful yet but God the pressure it gave had him crying out as his hips stuttered forward again.

"Hmmm? What do you want to ask me, baby? Come on now, don't be shy!" Hizashi crooned against his chest as he moved to lick at his nipple with that same playfulness he'd shown since he walked in. He whimpered when the barbell in his tongue pressed firmly to his nipple.

"Fuck!"

The blonde then undulating his tongue in such a way that it had his head thumping against the doors as he squirmed. He watched Hizashi pulled back only for the man to lean in pressing a kiss to his jaw, the soft fluttering kiss of his lips against him made him whimper again softly as he pinched his lips together to muffle the sound. He shivered as those green eyes burned at him, a grin on those wicked lips of his.

"Tell me, baby, what do you want?"

"I-I want- Nnngh!" His hands flew up to grip at Hizashi's hair when teeth bit down on his nipple, the hand on his crotch squeezing again only to begin kneading at him as if to make up for it and it sent jolts of arousal straight down to it. "Ca-can I-Ah! Za-Zashi, stop it! I'm trying to t-ta-!"

He jerked when Hizashi's fingers slid against the slight bulge forming beneath his fingers from the half hard erection, and he whined when fingers drifted up to the waistline of his own boxers. He heard a chuckle, low and throaty, which sent shivers down his spine as he took a breath as the fingers plucked at the fabric making his hips twitch and arch up eagerly. Now was the chance! He had to say it, quick!

"Can I-I suck your c-co-? Stop it!"

The blonde's smile at the way he howled last two words, unable to help himself, when fingers had begun sliding beneath his boxers only to pull away at the last second with a drag of his nails and he heard that same chuckle. "I'm sorry, baby, you know I can't help myself! I like getting you all flushed and worked up! But I know what you want, baby, and you can have it."

He tapped Shouta's trembling lips then slid his middle and index fingers against his lips watching them part and he pulled away before Shouta could catch them with his mouth. He jumped when Hizashi grabbed his hands then and walked backwards to the bed, the smile on his lips a truly addicting sight as that playful excitement seemed to crest in his face to a near eagerness that Shouta felt himself.

He stopped when he got to the edge of the bed, his thumbs hooking into the waist band of his boxers and his smile turned into a devious smirk as Shouta squirmed on his feet. He then pulled them out of the fabric in favor of twisting to reach for a pillow listening to the disappointed little whine he got. He then dropped the pillow onto the floor between his legs, reaching up to once again hook his thumbs into the waist band.

Pulling them down with that smirk in place. The way Shouta dropped to his knees should have been embarrassing as he felt a dull ache from the impact radiating up his thighs, but he didn't care. He didn't care, didn't care, did not care. Because Hizashi was stepping out of his boxers, tossing them behind Shouta with a playful flick of his fingers, and he was sitting down on the edge of the bed.

The blonde's legs spreading wider to accommodate Shouta. Because finally, after his long ass day, he was reaching up to touch the smooth thighs before reaching up to grab Hizashi's erection that was warm against his fingers. He leaned in and pressed his lips to the underside, his mouth watering already, as he traveled up to the tip giving it a kiss feeling the erection twitch in his grip and he was moving downwards again.

Mouthing at the erection eagerly, whining under his breath when Hizashi let out a rushing breath that ended on a quiet groan. Feeling his thighs twitched under his other hand like he wanted to spread them wider for him. The fact that these little movements, subtle if he hadn't been touching him, made Shouta feel a swell of pride as he moved his lips against Hizashi's dick. Everything about it was comforting.

Everything felt like it could slide right into place. Like he could forget his hellish week. He loved the warmth of his skin but more than anything he loved just how warm his erection felt against his lips, tracing a vein with his tongue feeling the blonde shiver as he moved lower then to kiss the base gently as his fingers slid upwards towards the tip. He loved this, he loved Hizashi, and he could quite honestly do this for hours.

Days. He then licked back up as he slid his fingers down, right back to the base that he rubbed at with the right amount of pressure if the much louder groan he got from Hizashi said anything. He licked at the tip when he felt a hand slide into his hair, pushing his bangs from his face, and he then kissed the tip in response and he swallowed once, twice, to keep from openly drooling. He then felt those fingers tightening then pulling at him.

He smiled up at Hizashi as he placed another little kiss. He then parted his lips covering the tip before sliding down as far as he could take it, at least right now, and shivered when he heard the wrecked moan leave Hizashi that he echoed. He was happy. Absolutely, completely happy. It was bliss and it was everything he needed after his long ass day. The weight of his twitching erection on his tongue.

The nails dragging against his scalp and twisting his hair up around fingers. It made him want to stay like this all night. He didn't want to let the blonde go to the radio station, he didn't want to go on patrol tomorrow night, he wanted to stay here with Hizashi's hand in his hair and the heavy weight of his dick against his tongue for hours. Days. He wanted to cling to this bliss of his, claw at it to keep it with him.

He stared up at his husband who was watching him with that foggy look to his gaze as his lips parted with those quiet, racing breaths. He loved that look and it almost pulled a whimper from him as he kneaded at the blonde's inner thighs, feeling the muscles tremble from the touch, and he just knew that those green nailed toes were curling against the carpet. He looked excited, unbearably ready for whatever Shouta had in mind.

As if waiting to see what Shouta was going to do. He let out a breath before closing his eyes as he began to bob his head listening to the moan that left the blonde, higher than the last one, and it made Shouta hum quietly as he began sinking his head just a little lower while debating when he should relax his throat. If he did that then he was sure, so completely sure, that Hizashi would lose it.

And that's what he wanted after all. He wanted Hizashi to writhe and squirm, to buck up against him until he was pulling at his hair so viciously that it sent that burning pain across his scalp that always made him shudder. He could hear the breaths that had been quiet mere seconds ago begin to grow louder. Excited. He managed sure to lick at the erection each time he moved downwards, targeting the vein he'd traced earlier.

Sliding up to the tip to suckle at it. Hizashi whimpered out as his right hand lifted to join his other hand in twisting into Shouta's hair as he continued suckling at the tip, opening his eyes to look up at the blonde again. He was twitching beneath his hands on his thighs, the muscles jumping in response, and he wanted to smile at his husband as wickedly as he had been so far but he settled for pressing his tongue to the slit.

Tasting that faint tracing of pre-come welling and smearing across his tongue making him moan softly. He loved the cry he got when he continued licking at that little slit while making sure to continue the sucking motions before taking a breath through his nose and relaxed his throat once again the best he could as he prepared himself as well as he could for his next movement. Preparing himself the best he could.

That it would insist it was too much. He held the breath in his lungs before swooping down before he could think too much about it and make his throat close up, sliding down as smoothly but quickly as he could to the base. He let out the breath that sounded shaky even to him as his nose pressed against the blonde pubic hairs and he shuddered when Hizashi threw his head back shouting wordlessly so loud that his ears rang.

Right when it sounded like he would stop to breath in he then swallowed, and it made the blonde's thighs jerk as his hips bucked against his mouth despite him being so close. He moaned around Hizashi's erection when the shout that was supposed to end didn't. It became a howl that was so powerful he felt a stab of worry about the mirror above them. It was glass, after all, and it could shatter.

Hizashi had done it before and if he wasn't careful, they wouldn't even get the chance to try this fantasy of his. He swallowed again listening to that howl choke off on a gasp as hips rose up and Hizashi let himself fall backwards, fingers sliding awkwardly against his scalp, but he still clutched those locks of hair tightly. Shouta was a little disappointed he couldn't see the blonde's face, but he pressed his hands against his thighs.

sliding them up to wrap his arms around his waist the best he could feeling the hips twitching. He then began to bob his head shallowly, staying near the base knowing that if he didn't let himself get used to the feeling of Hizashi down his throat he would gag the next time he moved down and he didn't want that because Hizashi would pull away. He would stop him and make him pull off. That was the last thing that he wanted right now.

Not when he was relishing in the feel of his husband's erection twitching against his tongue, down his throat, and it was the best feeling. Nothing could beat it. He made a little sound before he could stop himself, loving the shake to those fingers in his hair as he moaned at the fresh taste of pre-come on his tongue when he pulled up just far enough for it to press against the back of his tongue. Suckling at him the head delightedly.

Then sinking right back down again feeling the erection twitching on his tongue making his toes curl tightly. It was absolutely Heaven. The tightness in his shoulders, the stress that had been eating at him, the frustration that had been building since Hizashi left the school, the stupid questions he'd answered that made him want to honestly walk out. All of it was forgotten. He breathed the best he could through his nose with each upwards pull.

And yet his lungs were screaming for more air. Starved for it. Then he heard Hizashi gulp in a breath as he began pushing his head up further when he moved up again and he whined when Hizashi pushed him off of his erection, the empty sensation gripped him so powerfully that his whine turned into a whimper as Hizashi forced himself back up. A wild whimper left him when that weight was suddenly gone.

His mouth empty. And he truly didn't like that one little bit. And so, he began kissing the twitching erection now slick with his saliva and he stared up at the blonde who pushed Shouta away making another whimper fly out of him. "You can suck my dick later when I get home from work, baby, for however long you like. For now, I-We need to get this show on road! I did spend big bucks on that mirror and I'm not going to cum now just for it to be wasted."

"M-Mmmm, would it r-really be wasted?"

The blonde sighed down at him, sliding a hand from his hair to stroke trace the shape of his lips. Then smiled deviously down at the black-haired man. "Trust me, Sho, as much as I would love nothing more than to finish in that heavenly mouth of yours, don't you want something more? Don't you want to play with me and be my good boy?"

"Yes!" He breathed out the word watching a satisfied expression make its way over Hizashi who raised his brows at him, lips tugging into such a smug smile that at any other moment in time Shouta would have snapped at him to lose. That it was annoying and made him look like a douchebag. But not now. No, that smugness, that satisfaction on his husband's red face was absolutely arousing and it had him shivering at the sight of it aimed down at him.

"Good! Now get those pants off and get up here!" Hizashi happily ordered him, the way he spoke clearly rang with the authoritative way it could have been said but instead was cheerful and eager instead as Shouta lurched to his feet.

The blonde turned to crawl across the bed while Shouta pushed eagerly at his pants, his hands shaking as he narrowed his eyes when they seemed to bunch and refuse to slide down. When he did get them past his thighs they dropped to his ankles and he kicked at them insistently, his socks going with them, and he scrambled onto the bed when Hizashi shut the drawer of the bedside table.

Green eyes raked over him making him shiver again at the burning, smoldering heat he saw in them, and he squirmed on his knees as the blonde moved over to him. "Look at you, so ready for this when you were hesitant about it just minutes ago!"

"Shut up!" Shouta snapped back making the blonde laugh, his glasses sliding down his nose, and he reached out to push them up from the blonde as he stared at the freckles smattering across the bridge of his nose onto his cheeks faintly, the way his nose scrunched up slightly with his laughter. Hizashi could never understand just how he was adorable even in the most steamy of moments. Truly and completely adorable.

"Alright, alright! I can't promise not to tease you anymore, but this is how we're going to do this so listen to me because if I have to say it again, Shouta, you're gonna be in for it." He trembled at the implication, and he nodded as Hizashi smiled brightly at him, as if he was pleased by his nonverbal answer.

"I'm listening, I promise! I'm listening!"

He then began spinning the lube in his hand like he would with a pen while his eyes then dropped to the box of condoms. Did they need more? They probably would need more this weekend. He blinked when the lube was dropped to the bed and the blonde snapped his fingers in front of his face making him jump. "Listen! You're not listening, Sho! You're already going to make me repeat myself?"

"I'm sorry." He whispered back watching Hizashi pout at him but again it was the excitement, the eagerness he saw going hand in hand with that smoldering heat in his eyes that made him bite his lip. He loved the hitching inhale Hizashi took at the sight, his eyes on his lips again, and Shouta squirmed again as he sat back on his heels.

He really was sorry he hadn't listened to whatever it was Hizashi had been saying, hadn't even been aware he was speaking, and he watched the blonde's lips twitch in amusement. He loved Hizashi's lips, a touch thinner than most, but still so perfect for kissing. And even outside of kissing, he loved to watch his lips move as he spoke, mesmerized by them even on his worst day. He loved them as much as he loved Hizashi's eyes.

Then he jumped to attention when Hizashi spoke. "I'll accept you're apology! And this won't count against you this time, Sho! Now, listen to me, okay?"

"Okay!" When he nodded, he heard the pleased little sound that left the blonde who then leaned forward to press his hands against his thighs.

Pressing a kiss to the side of his neck making him release a fast breath that nearly left him wheezing. What was he doing? If he wanted him to listen, then he knew this wasn't the way to do it. "You are going to lay on your back, then you are going to keep your eyes open no matter what as I prepare you and you're going to watch yourself in that mirror. Got it so far?"

"Yes!"

"Alright! Then, when I'm done getting you ready, I'm going to lay underneath you and I'm going to fuck you that way. And like with the prep work you are going to keep your eyes open and you're going to keep them on that mirror. Got it?"

Did he get it? Oh, he absolutely got it. He got it perfectly. He was trembling, hands shaking as they covered Hizashi's, and he felt those lips trailing down to his shoulder gently with a sigh brushing across his skin after a moment and he nearly sighed himself. Then the blonde was pulling back and raising his brows expectantly at him making him blink back for a moment before he blinked again realizing what his husband was waiting for.

How could he get what Hizashi said perfectly but just blank out on what he needed to do? What he'd been told would happen? He felt his face burn in a hot blush as he moved around Hizashi who moved with him, getting out of his way more than likely, as he picked up the lube and condoms again while watching Shouta plop himself down. He then swallowed at those eyes resting on him still waiting.

He let out his breath as he then slid downwards until he was lying on his back. He felt strangely nervous as he laid out on his back, keeping his eyes on Hizashi for a moment, the expectant gaze remaining on him so intensely he nearly shivered as he took a deep breath and did the only thing he could. He looked up. And holy shit was that really him? His hair was spread around shoulders against the blanket.

His face was flushed the red hue he felt it would be but to be confronted with the sight was something else. His lips looked shiny from the blowjob he'd given, a bit swollen even, and his eyes were wide as he stared at himself. His hands resting on his stomach, the sight of his own erection standing eagerly against his stomach, the way his knees bent slightly. He watched his own chest rise and fall with the deep breath he took when Hizashi was speaking again.

"You look so pretty, don't you, Sho? Do you see why I get so riled up? Why I love that I'm the only one who gets to see you like this?" He could see himself shiver at his husband's words, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed, his eyes strangely riveted to himself.

He couldn't even look to the blonde who hummed with such a satisfied note, his mind boggling over the sight of himself. Absolutely lost that this was really him. It was as if his mind couldn't grasp that he was looking right at himself, that the blushing perhaps even erotic looking person reflected above him was indeed him. He felt a trace of embarrassment watching his own lips part, his chest arching up when Hizashi moved closer.

"I-I guess? I dunno, I- It's just me, Zashi. I don't-!" He couldn't think. Couldn't get his words out so he settled. Settled for watching Hizashi's fingers comb through the curls of hair, down to his stomach, and he wanted to close his eyes. Especially when his hips jumped up as nails dragged along his lower stomach inches away from his erection. Shameless. Shameful, perhaps?

"You're so pretty, so handsome, and I can't believe I didn't think of this sooner. For once you get to see what I see, baby, and I promise you'll get off just as hard as I do! I'll be watching too, and I promise I won't take my eyes off you. Not for a minute. Now, eyes up, Sho. Watch."

He whimpered quietly when fingers trailed over his erection lightly, so lightly it was almost like he imagined it, and then he was watching eagerly as Hizashi pulled his hand away and popped open the tube in his hand as he began humming to the music. Oh, that's right, music. He forgot about that. He was playing music this whole time, right? He couldn't focus on it but the sound Hizashi humming along.

Humming sweetly, softly, in a way that was far better than the original sound coming from the speaker. Then his gaze was flicking back to himself in the mirror. It couldn't be him, could it? He wouldn't say he was pretty; he wouldn't say he was handsome either, but it was strangely devouring his attention due to his appearance because he just couldn't believe it. His cheeks were throbbing lightly from the intensity of his blush.

He blinked languidly as the quiet slick sound of Hizashi spreading the lube over his fingers had him yanking his gaze away from himself again to look at Hizashi in the mirror. He twitched when Hizashi's dry hand coaxed his left leg to bend upwards and he pressed his foot to the bed, watching him reach over to do the same for his right and then used his dry hand, the heel of the hand with those glistening fingers, to push his thighs apart.

So far apart. Spread so wide that again his mind was awed over just how far they spread, feeling the stretch of his muscles, the way his hips lightly protested but he didn't speak. Didn't think he could. He knew he could spread them that wide but to see it was a completely other thing. He then watched as Hizashi's hand dipped down, his humming quiet and strangely soothing, as he reached between his cheeks to rub his slick fingers against his entrance.

If he thought, he wanted to look away in embarrassment before then that was nothing compared to the feeling that slammed into him now. He watched his brows come together, his jaw dropping open with a moan as the fingers nudged before sliding what he had to assume was his index finger in first. He shut his mouth quickly, his teeth clicking from the intensity, as he squinted against the urge to shut them, the embarrassment almost too much.

Especially when he watched his hips jerk down eagerly. Then, underneath the embarrassment, he felt a rush of arousal that made his body quiver as his hips made another movement in time with the finger thrusting into him lazily. And much like the arousal he felt the burning heat of lust, need, scalding his very veins leaving him absolutely burning against the sheets as he stared up at the mirror.

It was almost too much. No, was it too much? He didn't know, he just knew that the emotions were clogging his throat. He whimpered softly in response to the overwhelming feelings crowding his chest as well and he was so close to shutting his eyes just to give him a moments reprieve when he heard the sound distinctively. The sound of Hizashi's tongue piercing clicking against his teeth. His eyes flew open then to look to his husband finding a warning look on his face.

He turned his head to face his husband, his lips parting to speak, to say something when Hizashi's free hand came up to gently grab his face. His fingers dug into his cheeks firmly as he turned his head back upwards. The sight of his wide eyes, lashes quivering when they looked over himself quickly, squirming. He whimpered out again as he was made to look at his reflection again, only this time, he saw Hizashi leaning towards him.

Saw his lips press against his ear.

"Watch."

And he watched with a quiet noise leaving his throat, seeing his own lips trembling. He could see his own thighs tensing and flexing with the pleasure that struck him when Hizashi's finger rubbed against his prostate drawing a moan out of him as he squirmed against the sheets. His feet threatened to slide out from underneath him as he squirmed again when the second finger began nudging at him before sinking in drawing a gasp out of him.

Letting his eyes flickered down to watch. It was strange to see the fingers slowly thrusting into him, then feeling them rubbing against his inner walls and pressing against his prostate so firmly that his legs shook as he moaned. In and out, in and out, a maddening pace as they began going faster as Shouta's squirming movements picked up in time with the thrusting fingers. It was strange.

It was fucking hot, and he couldn't deny that anymore. He cried out when the fingers once again rubbed firmly at his prostate, sending sparks up his spine making his hips thrust up eagerly, his air gasping down his throat and for the life of him he couldn't look away. Now that he was watching, now that he admitted that the sight of the fingers thrusting into him was hot, he couldn't look away.

He couldn't even think of looking away. He watched just as eagerly as he squirmed, bucked and thrust his hips back against the fingers. Then he felt a third finger nudging at him, and he could see his legs shake as his hands dropped from where they'd been scratching lightly at his own stomach in an attempt to keep from touching himself. They dropped then gripped at the sheets beneath him in a white knuckled grasp.

Hands trembling lightly. He moaned again, loud and high making a stab of embarrassment hit him, but he was lost in the sensations. In watching himself. He could hear Hizashi's breath racing quietly next to him, but it was nowhere near as loud as his panting when the third finger pushed into him dragging a shout from him. It was amazing, it was aweing, to watch the sight of himself falling apart.

He wasn't aware of just how fast he could break apart under Hizashi's hands, how he would look when it happened and he strangely loved it. Then the three digits began thrusting quickly into him, spreading outwards on each thrust in and they had him writhing as he whimpered pressing his head back against the sheets while Hizashi groaned next to him. His back arched, his thrusting up into the air when the fingers thrusting into him quickly rubbed at his prostate.

And God it made his head spin and he shouted as his knees twitched. Like they wanted to spread themselves wider despite knowing that they had been spread as far as they could go. Anymore and it would hurt his hips. He used the firm press of his feet as leverage to begin thrusting his hips down onto the fingers, panting quickly, the sight of his glassy eyes looking back at him and the red flush that seemed to spread to the tips of his ears.

A faint flush along his chest even, was an addicting sight. He could maybe, possibly, see what Hizashi meant. No, he did see what Hizashi meant. And he wasn't sure he wouldn't be able to look at a mirror, to even have sex with the blonde without the image of his own face imprinted in his mind. It was embarrassing. It was arousing. His hips were thrusting up and he was lost in the movement.

In the way he looked. How he moved against the sheets. Even the moans flying out now parted lips, the way his brows came together tightly, his lashes lowering giving him a sleepy bedroom look was strangely mesmerizing to look at and he watched his body jerk as he did it. He twisted, toes curling tightly as he jolted and cried out when the fingers pulled out of him. He wanted to look at Hizashi.

He could his quiet, fast breaths but what expression did he wear? Was his face just as flushed? had he been touching himself at all? What was he doing right now? He watched his lips move wordlessly for a moment before he could use his panting breaths to speak. "Z-Zashi? Wha-What are you doing?"

"Patience, baby, patience!

He got out as he flickered his gaze in the mirror over to his husband who was shifting on his knees, and he gasped in a breath watching him lift a condom wrapper up tearing it open. Oh! He whimpered eagerly then before he could stop it, his hands shaking from how tightly they gripped the sheets, and he couldn't stop his hips from thrusting up with that same eagerness, a trace of desperation in his own face.

"Hurry, Zashi, hurry please? I wa-want to see it! I want- I need-!"

He heard Hizashi make a small noise, some kind of groan maybe, as he watched his husband slide the condom on then turning to Shouta with his hands lightly pressing to the mattress to move closer before he watched a hand come up to cup his face. Watching the thumb stroking his cheek was as comforting as the feel of it moving against his skin and he whined softly as his hand slipped down to cup the back of his head coaxing him to sit up.

"Come on, let me lay down and get us into the right position, baby." He murmured his words as Shouta sat up quickly, his head spinning from laying for so long but also with a strange, detached feeling now that he couldn't see himself. "You look like you're having fun, baby, but I think this is gonna be even more fun for you!"

He sat on, knees bent slightly as his thighs pressed together watching Hizashi lay down in the spot he'd been in moments before and watched the blonde raised a hand beckoning him to come over. He was unsure of how Hizashi wanted him, moving awkwardly as Hizashi coaxed him onto his back again and he shivered feeling the nipple piercings of his pressing against his back, his head on his shoulder.

Then he was staring up at himself. At them. He watched Hizashi slide his hips over his pelvis, shivering when the blonde reached down stroking his thigh as he tilted his hips up and he moaned softly feeling familiar sensation of the condom covered erection rubbing at his entrance. He was mesmerized again. He watched Hizashi's lips press to his ear, along the side of his face, to his neck and finally to his shoulder which he nipped at playfully.

He trembled when he not only felt the blonde nudging against him but saw it the mirror. His breath rushed in, holding still in his lungs, before rushing out with a cry as Hizashi pushed into him so smoothly that it quickly made his cry choke off with a gasp. He could seem himself trembling, twitching every once in a while, as the blonde held still once his pelvis pressed again him and he watched his thighs jump when nails dragged down them.

Then he saw foggy green eyes peering up as well, meeting that gaze in the mirror, and he could see just how much this was getting Hizashi off. Could feel it when his erection twitched inside him making him moan. He'd have to be an idiot, a true and clueless idiot, to not see how much the blonde was enjoying it. He shivered when Hizashi then smiled at him, his hair spread around underneath him.

Shouta's hair an ink splash against the blonde locks, and his hair brushed at Hizashi's flushed cheek softly. He could see his pupils expanding with the lust that flash there. He watched the hands slide underneath his thighs, fingers coming up to press against the inner sensitive areas of them, and pulled his thighs apart spreading him open wide again which pulled a moan from both of them at the sight.

He swallowed to keep from drooling, his eyes riveted to the sight of his entrance spread around Hizashi, of the sight of Hizashi pressing so tightly against him. Is this what he saw all the time? He was absolutely fascinated as his hands gripped the blankets when he watched Hizashi pull back, the sight of his erection moving out tearing a groan from him that ended on a puff of air as he pushed back in was aweing.

He was clinging to the sheets as he watched eagerly as Hizashi began shallowing thrusting into him, his legs shaking as his feet twitched in the air and his toes curled, another moan flying from him that was echoed by the low, throaty sound of Hizashi groaning. If he thought it was impossible to look away before then now, he thought he would possibly die if he looked away. Funny how it changed.

Changed from feeling as if the sight being overwhelming to now feeling as though he wanted to look nowhere else but up. As if he took his eyes off of them, reflected above, then he would fade away. It was like his mind had blocked away the embarrassment of earlier and was hyper focused on the sight of Hizashi's dick sliding in and out of him, the hands digging into his thighs and the sight of those foggy green eyes staring up at them as well.

He saw his hips beginning to move with Hizashi's, forgetting himself in that moment, almost apologizing that he forgot to move first. That their tradition of Shouta starting them off had been forgotten. He began twitching his hips, making his own shallow movements that were the best that he could make in this position, and he found that while he loved to move, he also loved this. It was as good as being pinned to the bed.

Just as good as having his legs jerked up to his chest to keep him immobile. Besides, Hizashi always said if he couldn't move and he wanted something he just had to say it. That he would do whatever Shouta said, that his pleasure was just as important as the blonde's, and he watched his lips once again begin to tremble with silent words. Too soon he was crying out pressing his head back to the bed over Hizashi's shoulder.

The waves of heat crawling up his spine making his back arch as Hizashi hit his prostate head on. Then he felt a stab of guilt when he remembered the hearing aids. Fuck, he'd have to make it up to him for making such a loud sound near them. But it was the push, the nudge, that he needed to turn his air into gasping words he'd been silently making before. "Za-Zashi! Nnngh, I-I want harder! Harder, please! Please! Fas-Faster!"

He shivered at the moan he got as the hips began moving in response to his order. Slamming up into him faster, faster, faster. A wild, jackhammering speed that had his head spinning as he heaved in his breaths. It was only made better with that strength that had his legs quivering. Had him squirming against the blonde as he moaned out loudly. And he couldn't look away. Couldn't tear his eyes away from the sight above him.

"Yes! Yes! More, more! Co-Come on! I know you can go ha-harder! Please, Zashi! Please! Fuck me, fuck me! Fuck me harder! Fffaster! Come on!"

He was going to have a lot of making up to do. A lot. He felt distant stabs of guilt as he howled his words so close to Hizashi's hearing aid, but his eyes were locked on the sight of Hizashi's hips pounding against him making him bounce lightly from the force of his thrusts. It was addicting. It was hot, it was sexy, it was so fucking arousing that he felt like he was being pinned to the bed rather than laying on top of him.

It almost made him dizzy to watch how hard the blonde's hips were moving that doubled with the impact of them slamming against him and it was hard to breathe. He felt like he couldn't. He could hear Hizashi's pants, his breath hot against his ear, and the fingers clutching at his inner thighs dug in so tightly that nails bit at his skin making them twitch as he moaned enthusiastically. The blonde's own moan was high, the frequency almost too much being so close to his ear.

He whimpered out at the pain it sent throbbing and he watched the blonde shut his mouth, pinching his lips together tightly. He could see his white knuckled hands on the sheets, tugging at them insistently as he gasped for his breaths that Hizashi seemed to literally pound out of him, and he yelled out the blonde's name. It was a high sound, a keening sound, as he yanked harder at the sheets instinctively.

He shivered when Hizashi groaned against his shoulder as their eyes met again in the mirror. Oh, he struggled not to let his eyes shut with each blink he took as the pleasure ripped through him. He was burning, flaming, and he could see the sweat beginning to glisten on his body even along his forehead where it was beading up over the sheen. A few wisps of hair clung to his forehead, much like the locks clinging to Hizashi's.

He was writhing when his husband thrusted in such a way that he hit his prostate again and again. It was like being tased over and over, watching his body jolt and jerk with each hit until he was practically screaming Hizashi's name frantically as he clawed at the sheets now, flexing his cramping fingers. It was as if that grip he had on the sheets were the only thing keeping him from floating away.

Like he would fly right up to the ceiling with the harsh pounding rhythm his husband adopted. As if they were his lifeline, his connection and confirmation that this was indeed reality. It was hard to accept that this wasn't a fantasy scenario or a vivid wet dream he was having but the image of him and his husband being reflected above him was all he needed to tell him it was absolutely true. He felt Hizashi's panting breaths against his throat before kisses were being pressed against them.

Fluttering against his throat with such eagerness, such desperation, that it made Shouta whimper as his newest scream of the blonde's name died in his throat quickly. He watched Hizashi lick the shell of his ear, nipping at the tip, his lashes lowered behind his glasses as they gazed at Shouta in the mirror. He looked at him like he was a God. An unbelievable creature. Like Shouta was the only thing in the world that mattered in that moment.

As if Hizashi wanted to dedicate his very breath too. It was a look that made him tremble to have aimed at him. Then Hizashi was whispering into his ear, surprising him because Hizashi always yelled during sex. Maybe not this time? Truly, he didn't know if he could handle words with the sight above him. He didn't know because the sight was making him shake. And yet Hizashi happily spoke.

"Look at you, baby, look! See ho-how you're taking my co-cock so good? You see how I love the way you lo-look? You haven't looked away once since I st-started fucking you! Is it that mesmerizing, baby? You like the sight of yourself being f-fucked?" His words sent chills down his spine, watching himself squirm in response to the words as his hands threatened to lift up but he refused to do it because where could they go?

:"Ye-Yes! I-I love it! Love it! Can't- Nnnghn! Hot, 's hot! I- Mmmf! Ah, ah, please! Please! It's so good! So good!" He couldn't stop himself from wailing out as he squeeze the fistfuls of blanket he had in his hands. He could see his own white knuckles, his hands trembling lightly from that tight hold as his chest heaved with his gasps. Ohhhh, it was so good. He hadn't lied about that.

His hands wanted to grip at his husband, claw at him and cling to him tightly but he couldn't do that in this position so where would they go? He whimpered when his husband blew into his ear making him twitch, the sound of their skin slapping together was so much crisper it seemed now that he saw it in the mirror. And fuck if the sight of that erection slamming into him wasn't making him fucking burn.

"You're so good, so good! Ta-Taking my cock li-like such a good boy! Mmmm, you're such a good boy! The best boy! You're my good fu-fucking boy! Are you a go-good boy, baby? Are you my good b-boy?"

"Yes! Yes! I am, I am! I'm a g-good boy! Yours! Yo-Yours!" He wailed out his words as he let his gaze fall down to gawk at the sight of Hizashi's erection thrusting into him with so much vigor that his little bouncing movements seemed to be getting harder and he gasped wildly when his gaze then lifted to his face.

"Fuck yeah you are! All mine, baby, all mine!"

The sweat was rolling on his forehead, backwards to his hair, he could see tears forming in his own eyes and yet it was his mouth that he focused on. It was open with his panting breaths but God if he didn't want something to toy with right now. He wanted something in his mouth so intensely, so very badly, that he would just about do anything. " More! Give me more! Zashi! Zashi, Zashi, Zashi! Wanna see y-you cum! Wanna see m-me cum! I want somethin' in- Ah! Ah! God, yes! Yes! Zashi, please! I want so-Mnngh!"

His words were cut off when Hizashi's left hand moved quickly, releasing his leg to fly up to his mouth shoving three fingers in making him moan loudly as he closed his lips around them. He heard the blonde moaning, his teeth digging into his lower lip as if to keep the sounds quiet, and he panted through his nose as he moved his tongue against Hizashi's fingers happily. He suckled on his fingers, moving his tongue around them, licking at them happily.

Sliding his tongue between and over then under the digits as he listened to the answering whimpering moans from Hizashi. His fingers twitched then rubbed against his tongue making his next groan rip out of him as his thrusts came harsher. Faster, harder, so fast, so hard that his eyes threatened to roll up. He fought the urge in favor of keeping his glazed eyes fixed on the mirror, on his and Hizashi's red sweaty faces, the glazed eyes that peered at him.

Looking at him with such an intense look of hunger that it made him shiver. He was addicted, he was craving, to see the both of them twist and squirm against one another. To see how Hizashi would touch him in the way he always did that had him writhing and shouting for more. He wanted to see what his husband was going to do to him. His own eyes drifted down. To the familiarized sight of his husband's erection slamming into him.

God, it looked so fluid watching it sink in again and again. Just like it felt. Then his eyes flickered to his own. He could feel each twitch, each throb that it gave, as the tip leaked against his stomach smearing pre-come against his happy trail and he moaned at the sight. As if following his gaze, he saw that hungry gaze drifted to his erection and then the remaining hand on his leg began moving with lips pressing to his ear again.

"Ke-Keep your legs up, keep them spread! Hold t-them, if you can't do it without ha-hands, but do not fucking put them down!" His whisper was urgent, frantic even, as he watched Hizashi's fingers curl around his weeping erection and the cry it pulled out of him was muffled thanks to the fingers in his mouth but he nodded. He didn't know when it changed from couldn't looking away to not wanting to look away.

He was gawking at the sight of Hizashi's hand stroking his erection quickly and his hips bucked up into his hand the best he could but again the sensation of being held still kept him from moving as he wanted, and he whimpered softly. He knew he could release Hizashi's fingers, scream orders at him again, but he was in such bliss he couldn't even imagine taking the fingers out of his mouth.

His moans, groans and the whimpering mixed in with whines were choked and muffled due to the fingers. Was he-?

"Goddamn, Sho, you li-like this that much? Like it so m-much you're drooling? God, yes! I al-almost hate that you can't move like th-this but it's go-good! You feel so good sp-spread open for me like the good fu-fucking boy that you are! You w-work so hard that you deserve tr-treats like this! Don't you, baby? Look at yo-yourself! So pretty, such a pretty boy! No one could ever com-compare to you, baby! My pretty boy!"

And then the fingers were pulling out of his mouth, no matter how tightly he clenched his lips or even bit at the tips of his fingers, they were sliding out with strands of saliva connecting them to his lips. The sight of it was far more erotic than it had any right to be. His fingers were glistening in the dim lighting of the bedroom, his cheeks slick with the drool that spilled past the corners of his lips before he could swallow it down.

He was moaning loudly now that the sounds were no longer obstructed. He almost wanted him to beg to give them back but the air that he was sucking down felt good to his aching lungs and he wasn't sure how much longer he could hold off his orgasm. Wasn't sure if he even wanted to hold it off. Everything was such a hot, confusing mess, and he was squirming against his husband's slick skin with his words ringing his head.

Such a delightful replay that wouldn't stop. A loop of praises that made him whimper as he tried to move his hips only to find that his legs drooped slightly from the movement and he hissed in a breath jerking them back up. His mind could stop focusing on Hizashi's whispered words, the hips slamming up against him, the sight of his own red and wrecked face along with the squirming movement of his body.

His legs shook with the position, he was forcing them to stay in was too much. It was all too much. He hissed out a breath through clenched teeth as he watched Hizashi's hips stutter when he intentionally squeezed around the erection, the deep growling sound he got from the blood made him shudder as his back arched upwards. The wet fingers came down to pinch a stiff nipple making him whimper loudly as he felt the orgasm finally making itself known.

Climbing higher, higher, almost there, almost-! "Zashi! Zashi, go-gonna cum! It's- I can't! It's fu-fucking good! Amazing! So good, so good, please, please!"

He was screaming, no longer a wail as it was before, and he squirmed against his husband watching the hips stutter in their thrusting and gasping in as he felt them stutter against him. He could hear a low grunting curse leave Hizashi as his fingers tightened around Shouta's throbbing erection and the sight of the liquid no doubt smearing over his fingers making them glisten faintly was almost too much.

He was getting higher, his thighs shaking as they began tensing with the oncoming orgasm, his toes curling tightly, and he could see himself openly drooling because there was no time to swallow. He even saw a few tears sliding down to his temples as his hands finally flew up to grip tightly at Hizashi's arms. "So good! Too good! It's too go-good! So fucking aw-awesome! I ca-can't! It's-I'm cu- Zashi! Zashi, Zashi, Zashi, yes! Fuck me, yes! I wa-want more! I need it! Need it, Zashi! Do it ha-! Oh, God, yes!"

He knew his husband's ears had to hurt from the feedback, but he couldn't focus on it. He couldn't feel an ounce of guilt. He was too busy watching his body squirm, his legs shake wildly as his nails dragged against the forearms in his grip and his eyes focused on the sight of his erection twitching slightly before the throbbing heat of his orgasm finally ripped through him. He moaned loudly what sounded like another slurred version of his husband's name.

Couldn't tell if it was. He twisted and writhed against the blonde, watching the come spurt onto his stomach with each throb his erection. He could hear Hizashi screaming his name loudly, the sound making his ears throb painfully, but he couldn't think to tell him to stop and he didn't think in the moment to use his quirk. All that existed was the feeling of Hizashi's hips jumping up then pressing tightly against him.

Could felt the throbbing, twitching movements his erection gave in time to his orgasm. He loved the sight of those green eyes, dark and pupils blown wide with that glassy look as he finally breathed out, never once having taken his gaze off either of them once during the orgasms. Shouta was shaking, clinging to his husband's arms when he let his equally shaking legs drop down on either side of Hizashi's.

Finally he gasped for a proper breath as he stared upwards still. The sight of tears rolling down his temples, clinging to his lashes making them wet, the sight of the drool glistening on his skin and the redness of his own face was ethereal. Hizashi's own red face was beautiful, his lashes quivering with the effort to open them again after a blink and then he watched as the hand moved from his now flaccid dick.

He then smiled at him, euphorically and perhaps even dazedly, when his fingers slid up his stomach. They moved through the come on his stomach and he was staring at him in dazed confusion when those fingers then raised up hovering in front of his mouth with that smile never leaving his lips. "Just do it. Trust me, once you've seen how you look when I see you do it, you'll lose you're fucking mind! Again."

He then parted his lips allowing Hizashi's fingers to slip in and he could see a tiredness in his gaze now as he stared up at himself. Then he shivered as he began licking the fingers clean, taking his time and watching his Adam's Apple bob as he swallowed until there wasn't a trace of the substance on the blonde's fingers. When they were pulled from his mouth, he could see a thin strand of saliva on the tips of his fingers.

Then lips were fluttering against his shoulder, his neck, and to his ear then his left hand was turning his face towards him to kiss his cheek when he spoke again. "You are such a good boy, Shouta, cumming for me like that and doing everything I said so perfectly! There's no one who listens better than you and no one who I know trusts me more. I love your pretty red face. I love your sounds and everything about you is so perfect I don't think I'd stand a day without you!"

"S-Stop with the flattering, Zashi. You got what you wanted, no need to butter me up a-anymore."

"I will shower you in all the flattery I want! 'Cause you deserve every little word and it's all true! But onto other important questions!"

"Like what?"

"Like this one!" Green eyes g lowed at him brightly with warmth, with excitement, and those lips tilted into such an adoring smile he felt his stomach drop airily. His heart fluttering wildly as Hizashi tilted his head a bit. "Did you have fun, baby? Do you see why I go absolutely wild when we fuck? No, more importantly, did you like it?"

Did he like it? Have fun? See why his husband could go wild? He let his gaze pull from Hizashi back up to the mirror again as if he needed to see himself before he could answer. His legs were still shaking in bursts, he could still see his husband buried deeply inside of him. See the remaining come on his stomach as his gaze lifted to his red face, the flush that had spread to his chest and the tips of his ears.

The way he blinked slowly at himself before looking at Hizashi in the mirror who was looking him over as well it seemed and he saw his lips pull into a lazy, half smile as he swallowed to keep from drooling anew. Did he like it? No. No, it was more than that. He pulled his gaze away to turn his head to the side best he could until he could press his lips against Hizashi's cheek feeling the heat of his own blush.

"No, I didn't like it." He breathed out watching brows raise. "I fucking loved it, Zashi! We're gonna do this again, right?"

"I'll keep it then! I'll provide them with the full payment instead of paying monthly and we'll keep it!" He then chuckled breathlessly as Shouta pressed his lips again and again to his husband's soft, smooth cheek. "And abso-fucking-lutely we're gonna do this again! So long as that bad boy is up there, which will be forever now, we'll do it as many times as you want. And since I know you love it so much? We can do it in the bathroom, in front of that mirror too! Any mirror!"

"Don't go getting so eager, Zashi. You're spiraling a bit, love."

"No, you know what? Straight to the point, if there's a mirror we're fucking in front of it! That sound good to you, baby?"

"Fine, fine! Just don't get s-so carried away!" He didn't know if he loved or hated how breathless he sounded in response as he continued kissing his husband's cheek, trying for his jaw then settling for his temple listening to the blonde laugh out lazily as his hands stroked his sides softly.

"I won't! Promise!"

He bit back the whine when he felt Hizashi pull out of him, his gaze flying instinctively to the mirror to watch his husband pull out and shuddered at the sight. He was then being shifted off of his husband's chest onto the bed and Hizashi was then leaning over him to smother his face in the same kisses he'd been giving the side of the blonde's face. His mustache tickled his hot cheeks making him laugh with that same breathless quality he'd spoken in.

Then he raised his arms to wrap around his shoulders to tug him closer. "I should listen to you more often, shouldn't I?"

"Hell yeah! I got so many good ideas, baby, and even the sex ones are good!"

He groaned at the thought of Hizashi babbling his ear off tonight about his ideas after he got home from work when he blinked at the man, finally picking up the changing song, and tilted his head. His question must have been clear in his face because the blonde tapped the tip of his nose making him flinch backwards a bit. "Zashi, don't you have to work tonight?

"Don't worry about work! I can still get there in time! I don't have to go in there until midnight and it's only ten fifty-eight! I can take time to shower with my husband, get dressed and be out the door then get there fashionably late! So don't worry, Sho, I have time to pamper you the way you deserve to be pampered. All good boys deserve to be fussed over and cared for, don't they?"

He bit his lip to hold the whine back much like he had moments ago when Hizashi pulled out of him, and he nodded listening to his hair rub against the sheets before clearing his throats. "Yes, they do. I just don't want you to be too late, Zashi, it'd be rude."

"Sho, I won't be that late! Besides, I've shown up later before! But I won't pamper you the whole nine yards if that's what you want! Even though my adorably sexy husband clearly deserves it!"

He scowled weakly as that smile on Hizashi's face grow wider as he looked at the blonde. "I'm serious! It's rude to your assistants for you to be late like that!"

He leaned in kissing the tip of his nose this time making it scrunch up and he struggled against the urge to smother that freckled face in kisses. It was so very tempting but then that wide smile on his husband's face took on a mischievous quality to it as he pressed his hand up to his cheek, stroking it softly making him tilt into the touch instinctively. Then the next words spoken ruined the warmth that had been flooding him as he covered the back of Hizashi's hand.

"Don't worry, Sho! Like I said, I have plenty of time! Besides, if I have to explain myself, I can just say that I was fucking my pretty husband and lost track of time!"

"Don't even think of saying that! If I find out you did you'll be sleeping on the fucking couch for the next three months! I swear, Zashi, you won't even get to enjoy the mirror if you say that!" He barked in response to his husband who snickered as he moved over Shouta, the black-haired man watching him move over him to the other side of the bed with bated breath.

Letting it out as he climbed off the bed. He looked up at the mirror for the millionth time and hummed quietly at his reflection. He looked...better. But the tears had created itchy lines on his temples and the drool was drying unpleasantly on his skin much like the come on his stomach. However his face wasn't so red anymore, definitely closer to pink and fading quickly. He looked halfway normal again.

Then he was yelping as he was grabbed at then lifted up. "Hizashi!"

"Don't go getting fussy on me now, baby! We gotta move! I know that you don't like drying fluids, so I need to get you cleaned up and comfy before I even think of leaving this house!" He happily chattered as he heaved Shouta into his arms, his own arms flying to wrap around Hizashi's shoulders with a yelp, and he could feel just how sticky their skin felt against one another with the cooling sweat.

"Zashi! Think before you pick me up!"

Hizashi walked around the bed happily with a hum when he then smirked as he looked at Shouta with such a shit-eating look on his face that it made his eyes narrow on the blonde. "I won't drop ya, baby! You've got lots of time to look at yourself in the mirror! I've already enjoyed the mirror today!"

"What the hell does that mean?" Shouta demanded as he looked at his husband, wanting to wipe that look off of his face, and he huffed when Hizashi stood in front of the dark bathroom waiting for him to flick the lights on which he did but glared at his smirking husband.

"Sho, you're getting fussy!"

Hizashi's reply had his eyes narrowing when the blonde then began humming a cheerful little tune as he sat him down on the toilet seat, sticking his hand past the curtain to turn the shower on, and the sound of water striking the walls was the loudest thing in the room when Shouta grabbed at the blonde before he could scoot past so he settled for merely removing the condom in front of Shouta who tried not to gawk.

"What do you mean you already enjoyed the mirror?"

"Oh, Shouta, if you think fucking in front of a mirror is erotic just wait until you masturbate in front of one!" Hizashi replied in a condescending tone that made Shouta glare because the receding heat in his cheeks seemed to fly right back up into his face making it hot again. "It'd be pretty damn hard to do it in front of the bathroom mirror but in there? Oh god, I must've orgasmed three times on the bed alone today! It was hot and you need to absolutely try it!"

"Three times? Jesus Christ, Zashi, how are you not sore?" Shouta questioned looking down at his husband now in shock, looking for any signs of irritation, and he could see there was a faint redness closer to the tip as if it had become irritated or sore now that he had mentioned it.

"Mmmm, I'm fine! Totally fine!"

He growled at the blonde as he slapped his thigh. "Hizashi Yamada, what the hell were you thinking? Didn't you say you wanted to get a Jacobs ladder soon? How are you gonna do that if you're already sore? And even if you weren't getting a piercing down there you should know better than to push yourself like that! Three fucking times alone? And another time just now in the bedroom? Four times? Come on, you idiot, that isn't smart!"

"Aww, I'll be fine! I can handle it, I'm a big boy! Besides, you know I have a high sex drive anyways! I can orgasm multiple times in a day just fine!" He replied as he tied off the condom in his hand then tossed it in the little trashcan they kept beside the toilet, a nice little investment they always insisted on having, as there had been an accident when they were young adults.

Aka, Hizashi had gotten sick as a dog and while he was on the toilet, he had puked all over the floor and Shouta had to clean it up for him. Hizashi had cried because it was disgusting, they had just barely begun dating, and Shouta had ended up puking himself after he finished cleaning up. He always did have a weak stomach with things like that. So, they had decided no matter where they lived there would be a trashcan.

Just so they never had a situation like that again. There was even a trashcan in the main bathroom that had saved them many times when Hitoshi or Eri got sick. "And anyways, I'm going to be sore after I get the piercings so it's fine! I'd rather masturbate myself into a coma and fuck you until I'm waddling like a penguin while I can because they don't recommend sex for the first two months after getting it done."

"Two months?" Shouta raised his brows looking at Hizashi who nodded, scratching at his upper arm, and he sighed rubbing his fingers to his eyes for a moment. God, this man was going to put him in an early grave he was sure of it.

He let out another sigh, faster and definitely more aggravated, as he dropped it after a moment to his thigh with a sharp smacking sound. He looked up at the blonde who was still scratching at his arm and Shouta's eyes fell to his forearms. When had he clawed him? He couldn't remember, he just remembered holding onto him in those final moments, and he looked away when Hizashi followed his gaze.

Then he smirked again at Shouta. "Come on, we're wasting time! Let's get in the shower because I need to get something to eat because I'm starving."

"I actually got some sandwich meat at the store so you could make a sandwich! I got chips too!" Hizashi replied with that smirk in place as he took Shouta's hands helping the man stand up onto his feet, his legs quivering immediately like they might just give out on him.

He turned to the shower, pushing the curtain, and stepped in with Hizashi right behind him like a shadow with his hands on his waist. He turned to say something, he wasn't sure what, but as his lips parted to speak, he was making a small sound of surprise when Hizashi was swooping in covering his lips with his own. He let his eyes flutter shut for just a moment when he felt the frames of Hizashi's glasses nudging his face.

He pulled back quickly to tap at the frames when Hizashi looked hurt for a brief second. "Glasses, Zashi! You have your glasses on!"

"Oh!" He quickly turned leaning out of the shower, pulling the frames off of his face and placing them on the back of the toilet then turning back to Shouta with a smile on his face as the water began soaking through his hair much like it had to Shouta's only it seemed to be taking a bit.

"You're such an idiot, Zashi." He sighed out softly as the blonde giggled at him, marveling at how long it seemed to be taking the water to soak into his husband's hair. Did it always take that long? Or was it because he had so much of it? Hizashi did have a lot of hair, after all.

He was pulled out of his pondering when Hizashi stepped forward. Very quickly he was being pressed against the shower wall, arms around his waist and a tender look on the blonde's face as he leaned in before stopping just inches away. "Let's try that again, shall we?"

He finally felt his own lips twitch as he sighed out raising his hands up to curve and lock around the back of the blonde's neck tugging him closer with a contented hum leaving his throat. Then he let his eyes shut when Hizashi's lips hovered in front of his, tingling like always, as his nails lightly dragged against the nape of his neck gently getting a shiver in response. "Let's."

And then he was being kissed so fervently, so adoringly, that he couldn't help but feel grateful for that mirror. It would, without a doubt, provide many fun nights from here on out and he couldn't wait for them.