Fifty Shades of EraserMic

by CrypticBeans

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

48. By The Balls

Shouta wondered if Hizashi ever had a clue the effect of his words on him. How they stuck. He didn't know if it was merely because of his subspace. If it was because of how his body had flamed with the heat. Something, maybe both, happily seared them there. They weaved into the back of his mind creating a precious little fantasy that had taken root stubbornly all these months. How did he explain that to his husband?

The blonde had been so upfront about his fantasies. About how long he's wanted them and or how recent they were, yet he didn't know how to breach that topic. How to bring it up when the fantasy was warping? Changing all the damn time? It felt damn near impossible to vocalize it. How he could see it in his mind, in his dreams, but was unable to say it. It was like trying to catch a fly with bare hands.

Impossible. Hard. And yet he didn't know how much longer he could choke it down. Didn't know how long he could go without saying anything. But how could he bring it up? His husband was so uncomfortable, guilt ridden after the erotic humiliation that he didn't know if the man would want to do anything like that again. But the idea, the twisted image that came into beautiful high definition recently.

Made stronger when his eyes fell on an abbreviated word on the list had strangled him. To see the full thing written out next to it in parenthesis. Oh, the way it had weaved and changed every little bit of the fantasy to something riskier. Something hotter that threatened to boil him alive. CBT. Or, as it said in those parenthesis, cock and ball torture. Shouta wished he could say he was a brave man, not easily squeamish.

He swore he had proved it quite a few times but some part of him cringed at the thought of anything hitting him or crushing his dick or balls. But oh, the image was impossibly better than he could ever say out loud. The thought of his husband dressed like he always did with their BDSM play. The tight leather pants that had him drooling over that flat ass. The boots with their wicked spikes on the back.

To have the man standing before him with a hip cocked? To see those long blonde locks of his spilling down his chest and back respectively? Oh, it was shiver worthy. It was damn sexy and his husband knew it. And it was right there. The image of his husband standing in front of him with those boots on. Spikes flashing dangerously at him. The sight of those tight leather pants that squeezed and clung to every inch of his legs.

Made those already long legs all the more drool worthy as his hair swayed against his back. The idea of those deep blues his husband had been experimenting with painted across his eyelids. How those eyes of his would glow beneath the dark hues? His lips painted a beautiful shade of pink? Pressing onto his crotch only to press down, down, down with increasing pressure? To be coaxed towards the pleasure once it was over?

Using those wicked items to give a true taste of torture? It had him short of breath when he imagined it. Had him gasping himself awake on the nights he was at the dorms. Had him twisted up in his blankets with a few droplets of sweat rolling down his temples from the clammy sheen over his forehead. Trying to process the difference between his low light dream and the darkness of his room.

It was a torturous fantasy. One that he wanted to bring into reality more than he wanted anything else. Was he a glutton for being treated like shit? Was there something fundamentally wrong with him that he liked it? Or was it because he knew his husband held some of those venomous attributes? That he loved seeing those green eyes looking at him so coldly? To hear that lovely voice of his raising to pick him apart?

Only to hear it crooning and snarling those vulgar words at him? He didn't know what it was, but he wasn't sure how to breach that topic. It was only the beginning of September when they went through that erotic humiliation, wasn't it? Was this too soon? Or would it be fine? He didn't know how to breach it, but he was dying at the image that was beginning to resurface. Coming more often than he'd liked to admit.

Coming at him when he was sleeping whether it was with Hizashi or not. It was a fantasy, a scene he wanted so badly he'd get on his knees and beg for it. And his husband didn't seem to have a clue about it. Oh, he knew why he was ripping himself apart but the blonde didn't. And he could see those worried eyes leveled at him during the school day. When they were passing one another in the hall.

When they were meeting in the break room for lunch. During the occasional, surprising times they crossed paths in the bathroom. He tried believing he could merely choke it down. Keep it a fantasy. It was so, so hard. Given they were entering October those previous tensions felt higher than anything. Stress making him unwilling to confront or think of it when he had so many issues. So much on his plate.

And he had yet to name the kink much to his husband's confusion when he had said days ago that he knew what he wanted. But he hadn't made that move. Instead, he had merely deep dived into the world that was CBT and the toys involved with it. He knew he could do it on his own, but he had a husband didn't he? A husband who, in recent months, had stepped into the role of a baby Dom for him?

They were wobbling, toddling around the BDSM pool yet to have truly jumped into the deep end as "experts". But didn't he have someone who would do it? Help him with it? Even if it wasn't a scene, he would take it. He wished he could say he didn't remember buying that first item involved with it. That he didn't hide them in the dorm under his bed that he kept under lock and key. But he did.

Oh, he did, and he stared at that little safe of his with the item resting inside. Wishing, wanting to bring it home. So, he did. He kept it tucked underneath the bed. The one place his husband didn't frequent, and he was struck with DeJa Vu as he hid it underneath the bed. He felt like a teenager. Hiding magazines underneath his bed all over again. Only this time, he was hiding them from the very person he wanted to share them with.

It was an odd sensation when he tucked them under the bed only to crawl into bed before his husband could catch him crouched down by the side of the bed. Held his arms out to him only to be pile drived by the blonde like he was nothing more than an excitable puppy. They were far too into this challenge. They were at the end of it. It was far too late for him to be shy now or hesitant wasn't it?

But he knew shyness and hesitancy weren't the problem. Fear was. Worry. He, Shouta Aizawa, was afraid. Absolutely worried, afraid that he would make his husband uncomfortable. That Hizashi would be guilty if something went wrong, and he didn't want that for the happy blonde. He didn't want to make him uncomfortable or upset. So how did he express what he wanted to the blonde without doing just that?

He had time. All the time in the world as Hizashi had told him time and time again, but what he didn't expect was his time was running out. That there were eyes on him the entire time that he had missed. He wasn't sure how he didn't take into account he wasn't being as careful as he normally was. It wasn't until Saturday when Hizashi was leaving for his morning patrol. Not until there was knocks on the front door.

Opening it to find Hizashi's adoptive sisters popped by claiming to be taking the kids out. That they were given full permission to take them out for the day per their older brother's request, that he realized the whole day had been cleared out for him. And so, he took a nap at noon. Curled in bed with the cats, he had fought his way out at around dinner time. Choosing to run to that little corner store.

The single goal in mind to get himself and Hizashi something easy for dinner, a few snacks and a drink each for the night. It was only as he was walking back -his "casual" boots as Hizashi called them- scraped and scuffed along the sidewalk were loud. The bag rustled from his fingers that he hadn't realized his time had run out on him. The entire walk back he had been trying to piece together a way to bring it up.

A way to explain and tell his husband why he wanted to try it. Praying that when he did he wouldn't stutter. That he would reiterate it was fine if Hizashi didn't want too. Over and over, he went through different scenarios as he walked up their front walkway to the front door. Grabbing the handle, he pushed the door open, stepping into the dark hallway with a sigh. Then he spotted his husband's leather coat hanging in the hallway.

Which any other day would be completely fine. Normal even. Tonight? Odd. Hizashi always brought it to the bedroom after a patrol as he claimed he wanted to get to bed as soon as possible. The fact it was hung in the hallway meant many things. Reaching up he touched the material of the jacket. Cool. He then bent down pulling his boots off then stacking them into the shoe cubby of theirs.

He began his walk down the hallway with a few cats chasing after him. Simba, who complained up at him and Twix with him letting out that "crunchy" meow that he was quite famous for at this point and then the high, nearly indistinct noise of Sterling's. His feet thumped lightly on the floor as he wondered if Hizashi's sisters were going to keep Hitoshi and Eri overnight. He made his way into the kitchen.

Dark. The whole house was dark with the fading light outside. He hummed softly, his lips pressing together briefly when he glanced at food bowls that were full, and he watched two out of the three shadows of his rush over to them as if to show him. He turned through the kitchen towards that little hallway to their bedroom doors. He reached up rubbing at his eye as he shooed away the cats in front of the doors.

He then cracked them open then slipped inside with the tiny space, he made for himself before shutting it quickly. Sighing to himself, he turned around with the bag rustling by his side. Opening his mouth to call out a greeting when many things crashed down on him. Crashed on him the second he faced the room. One, was he had expected Hizashi to be in the shower. Hence the call of a greeting.

Two, that shiny new toy was sitting on the bed rather than under it. Three, the room was dimly lit for once rather than the soft yellow light of the bedside lamps greeting him. Four, the flogger, the cane and paddle all sat on the bed cheerfully alongside his new toys making him blink wildly. And finally, his eyes came to a rest on Hizashi who smiled wickedly at him. While his makeup was far from what he had in his fantasies.

It was better.

Subtler. A burnt orange eyeshadow with that nude pink lipstick Hizashi had shown him the other day happily. It was the first time in quite a bit that his husband was wearing any type of makeup that wasn't concealer for his freckles. When was the last time? July? August? He couldn't remember as his eyes were moving restlessly over his shirtless husband to the leather pants he was wearing right down to those spiked boots.

Then to the items on the bed again. And again. And again. Over and over, his heart sprinting a mile a minute in his chest. His face burned hotly and the tips of his ears sizzling from the force of it. His- He couldn't find a single word. What did he say in a situation like this? A situation that was very similar to their first night of impact play. Only there were so many things about it that were better.

He flinched, stepping back when he saw the leg that his husband had crossed casually uncrossed. He looked at his husband. At Hizashi who was sitting there smiling so angelically it made his blood burn in his veins. How did he do that? How did he have all of these things out for them but smile like he was the one welcoming him home? His lips were moving silently trying to find something.

Anything to say to the blonde who was waiting. Staring at him with eyes that burned underneath that burnt orange eyeshadow of his. The liner that flicked up at the ends. How his head had tilted ever so slightly making his hair sway with the action. What could he say? What should he say? Did he say something? Did he admit everything now? Did he say it out loud like his husband had with the chair bondage?

How did he coax it out of Hizashi then but couldn't coax it out of himself? He pressed himself tightly to the door, unaware his fingers had let go of the plastic bag nor had he really heard its thud. It wasn't important. Not when the blonde was standing up making his heart pound viciously in his throat. Was it embarrassment? A strange urge to defend himself? Or something more? Something that had him excited?

"I-I didn't-! H-Hold on! Zashi, it's not-!"

Ah, was that the best he could do? His voice came out thick, strangled in his throat as he held his hands up as if it would keep the blonde from taking a single step forward as he pressed himself tightly to the bedroom doors. Felt every part of him was trembling. Because this was better. This was so, so much better than he imagined it to be. He had always thought he'd come to Hizashi first.

That he would stutter and stumble over his words about it when the blonde forced it out of him but this? This was better. This was risky. Sexy. It was fucking hot, and the blonde knew it. He fucking knew it. This man, this absolute menace to society and a menace to him, knew that. And it was in the slow steps he took to him like he was a feral animal that said it all. Listening to the soft sound of those boots thudding on the carpet.

The sound of his approach had him swallowing a whimper when he watched his husband's painted nails brush along the blankets as he made his way over to him. Looking down as if he had to take in the sight of the items on the bed. As if he were just as surprised by their presence. And then those lashes fluttered as those green eyes flicked up to him. Tilted his head. He had to strangle another whimper.

His hands were trembling lightly and his face was painfully hot. He felt a wave of embarrassment crash over him when his dick gave an excited twitch that made him grateful went unseen. Unnoticed due to the loose fabric of his sweatpants but if he got hard? If he got anywhere near that? It would be over. And it was like the blonde knew that as well when he paused near the edge of the bed.

Eyes flicked down then back up to him with a head tilt. "You're a dirty little boy, aren't you, Shouta? You went out and bought a humbler without me? You hid it away like it was some kind of porn magazine! And you didn't even hide it that good! Were you hoping I'd find it, baby? Were you hoping that I'd come across it? Naughty boy, you know you can tell me anything, don't you?"

"Of course, I do! But this-! I didn't-!"

"Didn't what, baby?"

"I didn't want to make you uncomfortable! A-After the whole humiliation thing I didn't want to do something s-so risky with awareness to it! A rougher one! And I didn't want you to feel GUILTY afterwards!" His voice sounded higher than it should be when his husband frowned softly at him.

Hizashi then walked away from the bed, his fingers sliding from the mattress in favor of closing the distance that he felt was far too little. Far too great. "Shouta, baby, it's-"

"I didn't want you to be upset o-or think it's too much-"

Hands reached out making him flinch instinctively at how cool they felt on his hot face. Soft palms brushed against his cheeks only to tilt his head up. He then scrunched his eyes shut with that initial flinch. He forced them open to find that lovely, beautifully made-up face so close to his own. It was just like with their anniversary; he wanted that lipstick smeared all over him. Wanted it smudged around his husband's mouth.

Wanted it smeared on his own mouth from the force of the kisses traded. He wanted to watch the eyeshadow smudge and fade from around his eyes from the sweat. From rubbing so much without thinking. He wanted nothing more than to see the lipstick marks smeared over his skin. Over his face and throat when they went to shower in the bathroom. It was just as good as his husband leaving hickeys over his skin.

He wanted to see the imprint of those thin lips on his skin. For no matter the shade of the lipstick it was a tantalizingly amazing thing. It made him feel dizzy. Eager for it. Perhaps even more than Hizashi was. In fact, they went through a shit ton of lipstick on their anniversary now that he thought about it. The blonde constantly reapplying the shade only for it to be smeared over his skin or around mouths from fierce kisses.

He wanted it badly. Wanted it as he stared at that soft pink color. He didn't know if he maybe had a thing for Hizashi in make-up. Possibly. But God help him, the blonde knew what he was doing when he made up his face like that. He twitched when those thumbs began stroking his burning cheeks softly. And then that frown replaced with a soft smile. Warm, sweet in the way it curved over his lips.

How it was reflected in his eyes. It was a sincere, heartwarming Hizashi smile that was one hundred percent natural. Another smile just for him and him alone. It made his heart sprint wildly as the blonde then leaned in kissing his forehead. Hizashi moved his hand from his left cheek to flutter his lips over the hot skin making him whine softly at the blonde. Then that free hand wrapped around his waist tugging at him.

Pulling him away from the door and closer to the blonde. He raised his trembling hands up to those beloved freckled shoulders, hesitantly before the arm around his waist tightened. It prompted him to curl his arms around the blonde's shoulders. Those lips attacked his cheek leaving little smears no doubt as that other hand softly stroked the length of his scar. His cheekbone softly. It was odd.

It was a complete contrast to the energy he had walked in on. And then lips were crawling down to his jaw, towards his throat prompting him to tilt his head back instinctively. Allowing those lips to travel down his throat in light, fluttering kisses. Teeth nipped at his Adam's Apple lightly pulling another whine out of him when the blonde then pulled back. His heart skipped at the sight of that soft smile on his lips.

"Shouta, baby boy, the humiliation taught me quite a few things that I personally wasn't comfortable with! And I learned a few boundaries of my own that I don't want to touch for a while but that doesn't mean I don't want to explore more with you, baby! That doesn't mean I don't want to give you something you've clearly been thinking about if you were willing to buy a humbler!"

He could see it was genuine. All of it. Every little word. And he took a breath as he clung onto the blonde as he tipped his face towards the blonde's hand earning him a wider smile that still carried that warmth, that sweetness to it as he then tightened his arms around his shoulders. "So, you're- I mean, you're really comfortable with doing this tonight then? With CBT?"

"Of course, I am! Baby, I want nothing more than to explore these things with you! That's the whole POINT of the challenge! Haven't I said that so many times now?"

"Yeah, You have." His voice sounded weak even to himself as he took another breath as he began twisting a few locks of that soft blonde hair around his fingers. The blonde rubbed his palm softly against his cheek, squishing it.

"I am one hundred percent comfortable! After all, I think you've been a naughty, dirty boy that's been hiding things from me, haven't you?" Oh. He couldn't help a little shiver when Hizashi pitched his voice down; throatier. A huskiness that had his heart jumping wildly in his chest as those lashes fluttered at him. "Don't you want to have fun with me, Sho?"

He stared at the blonde, trying to find any shred of that guilt or discomfort he'd seen in the days after the humiliation. He didn't find a shred of it in those green eyes. Eyes that were smoldering at him as blonde lashes fluttered at him again. Fuck, if that burnt orange only served to make them burn. Though he could only imagine how they'd glow beneath a dark blue. Or a dark red. Oh, that had his heart fluttering wildly.

Swallowing, he felt his cheeks positively sizzling with the heat of his blush as he twisted closer to Hizashi. "I-If you're okay with it then I do. I wanna have fun. To feel good with you, please?"

"I'll make you feel real fucking good, baby boy. I promise."

Then, much to his complete and utter delight, lips were pressing against his own. His next exhale come out on a shaky sigh as he clung to the blonde. Marveling at that dry, soft glide of Hizashi's lips against his own as hands squeezed at his waist. Sliding backwards to work their ways underneath the cardigan of his and the t-shirt he wore to the skin. He shivered at the chilled temperature of them.

Those hands fanned over his lower back, sliding up making him inhale sharply as he twisted tightly against the blonde. He slid his hand into the blonde locks rather than twisting and coiling singular locks around them. It earned him a pleased sounding hum earning him a firmer press of those lips against his own that he happily returned. Using that similar firm pressure, he felt the blonde inching him back.

Closer to the doors again. His heart hammering at the thought of the blonde pinning him against them until every breath felt tight. Until he felt absolutely trapped against them and the blonde. He moved his lips eagerly with Hizashi's earning him another soft noise from his husband as a soft sigh fanned against his hot cheek. It would forever be his favorite thing to feel those dry, soft lips moving against his own.

How they molded and fit together comfortably like they always did. To know if it was pressed hard enough it would be smudged onto his own lips. That it would smudge around the blonde's lips. God, how did he never know this husband liked to dabble in makeup before this year? How did he not see any little signs of it? He would happily, delightedly let his husband dabble with makeup further if that's what he wanted.

The blonde, unlike himself, never seemed worried about dabbling in lingerie or heels, tight fitting clothing or make up as he now knew. The blonde never elaborated beyond saying he liked it. That was all Shouta needed to know. If it made his husband happy then who was he to tell him to stop? And if he was honest? He liked seeing Hizashi showing off his newest pallets of color when the mood struck him.

Had to admit that it excited him quite a bit. To see the bold, confident man using his makeup kits? To see him walk out with a softly made-up face? It was his favorite thing to see. While he wasn't afraid of using the occasional black eyeshadow as a young adult it meant nothing. Was nothing compared to what Hizashi did now. He heard the light rattle of the hinges on their doors from the impact of his back pressing against it suddenly.

And he could hardly focus on it when those lips were moving faster against his own. Pressing harder. Moving his with the blonde's, he could easily pick up the soft brush of those painted lips against his own. That all too familiar smack of lips moving together ringing out like a sudden crash of noise. A noise that tugged him back into the moment the second he wandered. Happily, he clung to those golden locks.

Gripping, twisting those locks around his fingers. Tightening his hold on those locks earning him a soft moan from Hizashi as the heat, the passion filtered into the kiss. It had his breaths shaking and hitching. He happily threw in the passion, the heat of his own into the kiss when he twisted forward with a quiet groan. Shivering when nails dragged down his back sending tingles racing underneath his skin.

Tingles that settled into a happy little ache down to his bones. Between his legs as his dick twitched excitedly at the heat that flickered beneath his skin, the blonde's hips pressed tightly to his own now as those lips kissed every little bit of sense he had left. He slid his left hand down the blonde's back, feeling a shiver roll over the blonde from his nails. From the chill of his own wedding band and fingers.

He squirmed against the blonde with a soft moan of his own flying out when nails dragged across his lower back only for hands to sweep their ways up on his back. Making his skin burn with the tingles racing under it. And he happily moved his lips faster with the blonde's. Faster. That all too familiar edge of lust, of hunger, mixing in with the passion provided. Hizashi again answered in kind with his own.

And he felt the excitement, the unbearable clench of it, at the realization. That this was happening. He was going to do it. A fantasy that was months old at best but something he had been looking forward to. Something he'd wanted to breathe life into but had been so afraid of making the blonde uncomfortable. He slid his hand down his back only to curve it forward then dragging his nails UP the blonde's side.

Hizashi squirmed with a whine, twisting closer to him tightly which resulted in pinning him tightly to the door. So tight he feared they'd somehow, impossibly force them open. His husband then let out a sharp, excited breath. It came out on a shuddering sigh against his hot cheek, and he fucking loved it. His own breaths were coming faster than he realized. He was too lost in moving his lips eagerly in time with the blonde's.

Delighting in the moan he got when he dragged his nails down the blonde's side. Stopping at the top of those leather pants. Following the edge with his nails once again earning him a hard, tight press against the doors as those lips pressed harshly against his own. And he was sure the beautiful nude pink would be smudged. Had to be. He shivered at the thought. The mere image his brain provided him with.

The thought of his own lips being smudged with that pink shade. The smacking of their lips moving together paired by the light rattle of hinges on their bedroom doors. A reaction from their tight press. The periodical squirms against one another. He loved it. He felt a soft brush against his bottom lip, tracing the length of it and every so playful in that motion to which he happily opened his mouth up welcoming the familiar kiss.

The strange foreign feeling that came at first with it when he met the blonde's tongue with his own. Sinking into the familiarity of it with a mere click of that piercing off of teeth. He was so, so fortunate. So unbelievably lucky that he got this blonde. That he got to live like this. God knows where he'd be now had he never looked twice at Hizashi. Who he'd be with if he never interacted with the blonde.

What his life would look like if he had never acted on those little feelings of his. If he never accepted the blonde's confession that day. But he had. And there was no use, none in imagining life without him. Twisting his tongue with the blonde's, he happily flicked then nudged that silver ball. Enjoying that eager click of the piercing when it inevitably clicked against teeth when they shifted slightly.

He didn't mind it one damn bit as the bottom ball rubbed against the top of his tongue. He shivered at the hands sliding forward along his waist to his stomach. They moved up it making the muscles quiver viciously under those light fingertips. And then he shivered at the warmth of those palms pressing against his skin. Sliding up to his chest his breath hitched as those fingers fanned out.

The blonde then his chest before thumbs flicked over his nipples playfully and slowly. As if taking his time as he slid his thumbs over his nipples repeatedly with that same slow, playfulness as he squirmed. He whined at the stomach dropping, tingle inducing sensations it created. He then twisted and flicked his tongue with Hizashi's as the man hummed softly at him. Truthfully, he could stand here all night long.

Stay right there, pinned tightly against their bedroom doors making those hinges rattle lightly. Stand there touching and squeezing, kissing and biting at one another for hours without needing to go to the bed. It was this thought that inspired him to slide his hands into the long, soft blonde locks. Happily, he slid his other up his husband's side making him squirm with hitching breaths. God, he loved it.

Fuck, if he didn't want to stay there. But he could see those amazing things waiting for him on the bed easily. An image his mind happily provided as a cheerful little reminder. The flogger, the paddle, the cane, and the humbler. Waiting to be used on HIM and it made his heartbeat painfully hard against his chest as his breaths crested into a fast, shallow panting that was identical to Hizashi's.

Then thumbs flicked softly over his nipples again and again in a stroking motion that had him shivering. He could feel his legs trembling lightly with the urge to drop. To give out under his weight but he fought it. Knowing he'd have all night to melt under a few touches from his husband. All night. His own moan startled him when the blonde rolled his hips forward. Holy shit, could he feel the bulge pressing against his fly.

Tight, compacted down by the tight leather. What did that feel like? To be so hard but unable to have the fabric to adjust even a bit? To have no space? To squeeze and keep it down? It sent shivers down his back as he huffed out a little breath as he clung to the blonde. His own hips bucking forward eagerly against the blonde. He knew the twitches didn't go unnoticed, knew each squirm was pulled out of him deliberately.

And damn if his body seemed all too happy with providing the blood flow straight down. He wondered if he should be embarrassed. If he should be ashamed of how fast he became hard as he copied that grinding motion of Hizashi's hips. Pressing back against him delightedly. It made him giddy to realize there was no room for embarrassment. For shame over his body's reaction. He didn't have the space for it.

Couldn't think about it when that ache was throbbing through him. Wanting its relief so he could think again. His shallow pants shook through his nose as those similar breaths fanned against his hot cheek. And then the blonde to pull back breaking the kiss. Whimpering, he leaned forward chasing after them only to grunt lightly when hands and hips forced him back to the doors. As if to keep him from moving an inch.

Swallowing down another little noise, he opened his eyes to find the blonde's green eyes wide and blistering with that lust. That hunger in them. It was like the blonde would pick him apart tonight the way he had with the humiliation. However he knew better than anything it would be far more exciting. Far more pleasurable if done right. It made his heart jump in his throat. Staring at the blonde's flushed face.

Looking at the sight of that lipstick smudged subtly around Hizashi's lips. Nowhere near as smudged as it could be but fuck if it didn't have him breathless. He wouldn't demand the blonde waste expensive lipstick covering him head to toe in those lip marks but fuck him did he want it. It was something he'd love to play around with. Maybe he would do that crazy tattoo idea of getting his husband's lips tattoo on him.

Then Hizashi spoke up, tearing him out of his musings and his thoughts. Focusing on that smiling, flushed face again when his husband chuckled softly. Low and husky that sound was but it did it's job. It had his heart sprinting against his chest as he swallowed. "You wanna play with Daddy? Wanna feel good with me?"

"Yes!" His voice was a whine that crackled as it left his throat. He squirmed underneath hands that pushed at his chest, thumbs flicking idly over hardening nipples that only seemed to increase that aching. Made those tingling waves far more intense. Hips ground forward against him that had his own moving in time with the blonde's eagerly with a whine leaving him again.

"What's your color?"

"G-Green! It's green!"

"Now, tell me what do you want exactly from me? What do you want Daddy to do for you tonight, kitten? You had to have been thinking about this for a while, so why don't you tell me what you want? I know you, kitten, and I know you want more than the humbler, don't you?"

His lips trembled, moving silently before he took a trembling breath. Trying to find those words that he had practiced night after night. Hour after hour. His heartbeat throbbed quietly in his ears as he tried to get those words out. To vocalize the fantasy. The one he'd had for God knows how many months now and yet they were clogging his throat. He shut his mouth to take a few breaths to calm himself.

Then he swallowed, meeting his husband's gaze as those lips remained in that sweet little smile. "I-I want you to fuck me with your fingers w-while I have the humbler on!"

That smile widened then into a vicious, wicked thing rather than the sweetness seconds ago. "If that's what you want, then I will absolutely provide! Now, why don't you strip for me like a good boy?"

The blonde stepped away from him, his hips jiggling forward as he whined when the tight pressure keeping him to the door was released. His hands were trembling as he pushed at the fabric of that cardigan he'd borrowed from his husband. Shrugging it off down his arms, he reached down grabbing the hem of his shirt with shaking hands. He flipped it up over his head blocking the view of his husband.

He pulled awkwardly at the fabric in his rush to get it off. Once he got it off? Once it was off, he got the view of that smooth expanse of his husband's back. Leaning over the bed, he watched the blonde reach out for the humbler. Fuck if his heart didn't jump right to his throat as the excitement threatened to strangle him. Reaching down, he hooked his thumbs into his pants and boxers before shoving at the clothing.

Pushing at them both quickly in jerking, clumsy motions he kept his eyes locked on the blonde. Watching the thumbscrews being twisted out of place, the wood of the humbler knocking together gently when he did so. He felt his air scrape out of his tight throat only to be sucked down excitedly. He then bent down shoving at the fabric to get it down to his ankles which he then stepped out of easily enough.

It was once he was kicking away the bunched-up fabric that he found that smile aimed his way. And if it wasn't everything about it that had heat flaring under his skin. The smudged lipstick around his lips that tipped into the wicked, delighted curve. It was echoed in his sparkling eyes as he raised his brows at him. He didn't need to be told. Didn't need to hear the order that he saw plain as day.

His feet moved before he could think twice. It felt like true record time as he made his way over to Hizashi, a pep to his step as the blonde would say, and hands were sliding along his waist. Tugging him closer he was then moving with the tug and pull of those hands bending him over the bed as hands left his waist to slide down the sides of his thighs making him shiver. Tingles raced they curled into his inner thighs.

Coaxing him apart to which he adjusted too. A soft hum was his answer when he heard the sound of wood knocking together lightly as he buried his face into the blankets, taking a deep breath to try and strangle the excitement down. To quell the urge to whimper and whine until he got what he was waiting for. His next deep breath hitched quickly down his throat making him cough lightly when fingers were dipping between his legs.

Touching then cupping his balls gently fingers rolling them with that delicate pressure that had him whining. His heart was hammering when fingers tugged, pulling backwards making his breaths freeze in his throat as he felt the cool wood of that bottom of the humbler. And then the blonde began humming a soft song to him. He could hardly focus on it when the blonde was grabbing the top part fitting into place.

It was then followed by the little sound of a thumbscrew being twisted into its place. Deep breaths. The excitement. The eagerness. It was choking him as they twisted, clawed, and razed him apart hand-in-hand easily. He swallowed to keep a noise down when that second screw was twisted into place. And it was- Well, it was something. It was something indeed. It squeezed, stretching the skin taut.

And it was uncomfortable. Very uncomfortable. It wasn't like the therapist along with the whole damn internet, didn't warn him against it. All he truly retained was he would have a much different experience standing straight up than the dull sensation. He felt hands slide up his back followed by nails dragging down making goosebumps break out of the skin. Hizashi then leaned in pressing his lips to the center of his back.

Sending a wave of tingles under his skin. Tingles that fed into an ache, a bone crushing ache, as his erection twitched against his stomach as fingers tapped on his sides. "You know, kitten, you're not the only one who's been researching this. Can you believe that?"

What? What did he mean he wasn't the only one? "W-What?"

"I found this a while ago! You really think I don't go under the bed that often, kitten? You think I avoid the underneath? I found it and I've been researching too! Talking with our therapist about it, about how to go about it! But, baby boy, you truly are a glutton for this type of thing, aren't you? You like being put in these positions, huh?"

Gritting his teeth, he choked down a whimper that wanted to break out. "I don't-!"

"But that's okay! I promise, it's all fine! Because I'll be sure to take care of you the entire time! Now, I want you to do something for me, okay?"

"O-Okay?"

"Stand up."

"What?" He jerked up to stare at the blonde, his mouth falling open as those green eyes glimmered at him with a wicked, devious look to him. He saw the flush to his cheeks. Saw the excitement winking at him as those blonde locks slithered over his shoulders and he wheezed out a breath. Lips moving silently, the words stuck in his throat when the blonde tapped his sides.

"I want you to stand up while I get the condoms and lube. You will stand until I either tell tell you to get down or I push you down, understand?"

Did he understand? Did Hizashi understand what that would do? It sent shivers of heat down his back when he stared at the blonde. Incredulously. Wide eyed and slack jawed. Brows merely raised at him when he tried to find his words. Tried to speak. Those words danced, twisted and slipped from him as he tried to grasp at them. Tried to make them come out. And fingers drummed on his skin as he realized it was all on him.

His answer. If he wanted sex, he needed to say it no matter the tone. That's all he had to do was SAY it. If he wanted this then he needed to use his words. Accept the challenge to move forward with the scene. "I-I understand, Daddy."

Oh, his voice was a croak. It was breathless yet just barely managing to squeeze out of his tight throat when the blonde nodded stepping back. The soft thumps of his boots on the carpeted floor being his answer as the hands slid away. It didn't need to be said. It didn't need to be an order spoken aloud. He could see it in that gaze alone without a word needing to be spoken. It was all over the blonde.

Even the little head tilt that had blonde locks swaying against his back and shoulders softly. If Hizashi researched, then he knew what this would do to him. He knew what this would do. And he began inching backwards from the bed. Preparing. Going over how it would feel. What he knew, what he read and what he was told. He was bent over making that tugging sensation mild compared to what he knew it would be.

A single movement like this would change everything about that mild discomfort. He turned his head from Hizashi, dragging his teeth over his lip as he stood hunched at the edge with fingers clutching at the sheets. Then he took a deep breath. It wouldn't take long. Hizashi wouldn't prolong something if it was true pain, would he? He hadn't before. Slowly, inch by inch, he straightened up the best he could.

And oh, if he wanted to curl into a ball to make it stop. It was amazing how he stood up even if he was hunched slightly. He flinched and whined at the blonde; the tug, the squeeze, had him breathless as the sensations ripped one at a time. A dull, cramping ache that ran up the sides of his groin, into his lower stomach, had him wheezing. He stood hunched from the tight, tight pull of the skin.

It was aweing how standing up, even halfway, increased the pressure substantially. The soft sound of those boots walking around the bed as he remained scrunched over slightly. Standing but at what cost? It wasn't like being hit in the balls. Not at all. Instead, it was a tight pull that squeezed as well. By God if he wanted to put an end to it right then even if he felt that flaming heat ripping into him.

Watching the blonde open the drawer, dipping his hand in to grab the lube and condoms which seemed to take much longer. So much longer. When the drawer finally snapped shut gently, the blonde spun to face him. And the order was there; unspoken but he could hear it clear as day. Stand up straighter. Wheezing out a breath he tried to do it; tried to comply with that unspoken order but it made him want to crumple forward.

Just to make that horribly, deliciously tight pull to stop as that cramping ache continued to radiate through his lower half. Insisting that he stop. And he tried to stand straight, he truly did, as the blonde walked forward. Eyes flicking over him. As if he needed to detect any true pain. He tried not to fidget, tried not to squirm in a way that would make that tug worse to which Hizashi tilted his head with his brows coming together.

A little frown began to twitch on his lips, but he swallowed with a nod. He wouldn't say he was fine, wouldn't say he was perfect, but he wasn't going to let it stop NOW. Not now when he was so close. The blonde placed down the lube and condoms on the sheets before standing behind him with hands curving to slide along his waist. Nails dragging delightfully on his skin as he squirmed instinctively.

It was amazing how such a small action called attention to the tight, squeezing pull of his scrotum. It made him want to wail and beg for a second to hunch over. To reset it. But he bit his lip fiercely to stop that reaction when hands coaxed him forward towards the bed much to his relief. A gasp of air flying down his throat to his lungs as the blonde pushed his chest down to the bed. The relief of such a position had him whimpering softly.

It felt good to be hunched over now that the cramping ache was gone. However, he still felt the tugging and squeezing as a reminder but God it was manageable. Then he watched a hand dart into view to snatch up the lube followed by the crack of its cover. Shivers ran down at slick noise of the lube being spread. He then felt fingers pushing his cheeks apart as those slick fingers rubbed against his hole.

It had his toes curling as he hid his face with a groan at the traitorous twitch that his hole gave from the slick rubbing. Fingers rubbed in that familiar sliding motion only for the blonde to begin moving his fingers in circle. Arousing, small circles against him that made him blink at the sudden change. The slick noise from the lube being rubbed had him breathless when a finger pressed, pressed, pressed against him.

A moan flew out of him when that finger slid into him, muffled from his tight press to the blankets and he shivered when he felt fingers drift over his balls. It was amazing how sensitive something could become when aching. When trapped light that. Just what was he going to-? He cried out when a flick was delivered. Something so simple, hardly much force behind it, and yet it tore through him.

He jolted only to hold himself still when the motion made that stretching, tugging sensation cramp at him. He trembled when fingers delivered another flick that had his cry choking off when those fingers slid down as he began thrusting that finger into him. The pad of it rubbing deliciously against his inner walls yet it was hard to focus. Hard to think around the tingling, stinging pain as that thrusting twisted and rubbed at his inner walls.

A choked noise flew out of him as the wondering, wicked fingers slid along the stretched skin making him whimper when nails then dragged playfully over it. A light scrape and lift rhythm until it was sliding back out delivering a third flick tearing a gasp that shuddered out of him. The slick noise of that thrusting finger twisting and rubbing at his inner walls had him breathless. The fingers now brushing lightly over his balls.

They were stinging with the surprising pain that was brought from three little flicks had his head spinning dizzily. The slick slide of that finger had him squirming as he fought the urge to thrust backwards to meet them. The temptation made worse as the tip of his finger seemed to nudge JUST below his prostate making him tremble. His hips jerked back desperately as if it would make that finger slide in further.

Make it grind into the spot, yet the blonde tugged his hand back to keep from doing so. He whined at the discomfort, the tug from the movement his hips and this blonde clicked his tongue at him playfully. "Greedy little thing you are, huh? I don't blame you tonight, kitten, as you've wanted this a long time, huh? How long?"

How long? Months. Months, months, months. He felt that second finger rub at him making his hole twitch again only proving his husband right. Proving him unbearably, completely right. He was greedy. He has wanted it for a long time. Fuck him, he swore he could feel himself throbbing around that finger. Wanting, wanting, wanting more. He wished he could say he wasn't so damn excited.

That he wasn't so pent up. Then the blonde rubbed at the skin near his hole making his hips jerk back against only to whimper at the tug he got once again. God, it was good. So good! Ohhh, he had to mention the stomping tonight. He just had too. He whimpered loudly when the tip of his second finger rubbing against him next to that first finger. Teasingly and playfully almost had him snap. Impatient.

Horribly impatient but God if he didn't want it. His scrotum was tugged, stretched and it was damn uncomfortable, and the sting of those flicks seemed to be lingering as his breaths trembled against the blanket. How did he explain? How did he say that he wanted-? He wailed when a flick, harder than those first three struck at him making him jerk only to feel that ugly cramp radiate along the sides of his groin.

He gasped in a wild breath only to huff out faster than before. And God, did he need to say anything? Did he have too? He felt that second finger worming its way inside making him whimper loudly. Swallowed that urge to thrust backwards when they began to slowly, torturously began thrusting into him. A hoarse, strained cry left him when he got another hard flick that was soothed away by a soft rub to the spot.

It had his legs trembling wildly beneath him as those fingers slowly began increasing with each thrust. Inching their way from that slow speed. Rubbing at his inner walls as the rubbing fingers lifted for one more flick. A true, tingling pain ripped into him making him bury his face into the bed with another cry. Shaking under the force of it. But nothing, nothing he wanted more than was that boot on him.

To press down on the twitching, dripping erection of his. To squeeze the twitching thing with that rubber sole of his until he was howling and clawing at that boot. Until he was begging, begging, begging to be shown a bit of mercy only to be given none. Whimpering, he felt fingers press harshly against his pinned balls making him twitch. All while those fingers thrusted into him at that beautiful, torturous pace.

His throat was painfully dry from his heaving, wild pants but it wasn't important. Not at all. Nothing mattered, nothing could exist outside the fingers flicking and pressing on his sensitive balls making him whimper loudly. Then fingers brushed lightly over his prostate. So lightly it felt like a true tease. They then began scissoring out with a force that made that delicious, light sting radiate out.

The action stretching his hole out in a way he knew his husband liked judging by the way he groaned. Low, throaty that sound was. Then others fingers left their firm, flicking actions to slide up his back making his hips twitch with the urge to lean backwards. To meet those thrusts yet he kept himself still. So, so still to keep from making any bit of that stretching, squeezing sensation worse. And God did he want to move.

How badly he wanted to meet those thrusting fingers as the slick noise created from the slide had him whining under his breath. The blonde's own breaths came unevenly behind him with a high whine breaking out of the blonde. As if he were the one with the humbler on, with the fingers torturing him horribly. And he loved it. Whimpering wildly, he felt those fingers brush firmer against his prostate.

However, they still lacked the strength, the pressure he wanted when they slid away in favor of scissoring out again as he panted shallowly, quickly as his hips twitched back instinctively. Oh, did it tug. Not horribly like when he stood straight, trembling on his feet but enough to warn him if he jerked and writhed like he wanted it would be unnecessary pulls and tugs. It would be too much for his sensitive balls.

And yet his body seemed all too happy to twitch at the thought. His erection was leaking against his stomach in shameless drips, no doubt rubbing onto the blankets as he clung to them. He turned his head gasping at the cool air hitting his uncomfortably hot face. And fuck did he moan far louder than he intended when those fingers spread. It was a delicious, amazing sensation of that tugging squeeze.

Even the the fingers rubbing at his inner walls and wiggling delightfully only to spread him out. And god, the thought of those boots on his thighs? Stomping fiercely on them only to press and pin his twitching erection to his stomach? It made him whine out in that high, strained manner. He wanted it to happen tonight. He felt those fingers scissor out three times in rapid succession of one another.

The third pushing at his muscles creating that delicious little burning stretch that had him moaning low in his throat. Then those fingers to come together in those teasing thrusts the blonde had used before. And God help him did he want MORE. He just didn't know how to vocalize that want yet. His words danced and ran from him the second he wanted to say something. Say anything to the blonde about what he wanted.

Those words flew out on moans and whimpers that strangled the words down. Little huffs of air giving way to tiny half formed words that never grew louder when those fingers rubbed then pressed against his inner walls as they slid up, up, up and-! "There! Right there! Ah! Ah, there, D-Daddy! There!"

"Here?"

It was emphasized by the pads of those fingers rubbing those delicious, firm circles into the spot making waves of heat crawl up his back. Gasping wildly to feed the hungry sensation in his lungs. He nodded frantically unable to find those words again. Gone, gone, gone. Grind, grind, grind. Rubbing, pressing, and ripping those moans out of him that came in a frenzy. One right after another with each breath.

Hizashi whined behind him softly, breaking that strict, firm Dom role of his but he loved it. Wave after wave of heat sizzled through him that he gasped and whimpered at. The waves had him jerking in tiny, aborted motions to keep from worsening that tugging of the humbler. He wondered how much more he could take. How much would he take. He whimpered loudly as he twitched his hips again.

And ohhh, did it create a tug at his balls that were screaming signal after signal to be released already. And much to his surprise, he heard the sound of the thumbscrew being twisted, grinding out of place. Those fingers began creating that back and forth slide against that spot earning a few jerks. Much to curiously he felt that tight squeeze lessen slightly. Allowing for a sliver of relief to rush through him.

He shuddered with a whine choked in his throat in favor of a moan bubbled up and tore right out of him. When those fingers ground into his prostate making his legs jump and jerk in between those trembles as heat ripped underneath his skin like a damn wildfire. The intent on reducing him to ashes was that heat's goal and goddamn if he wasn't close to crumbling away. The hand twisting at the screws lifted up reaching forward.

Looking over instinctively at the sight fingers grabbing at the box condoms with clumsy motions. Tugging and pushing at the box awkwardly until the chain was pulled out to which the blonde pick up. The ripping of it being torn from the chain rang out as those fingers continued that torturous grinding rhythm on his prostate. It made him twitch and jolt as the chain was dropped to the bed. Finally, finally, finally the other thumbscrew was untwisted.

The left side undone and the wood was falling to the floor with soft little impacts, but it was lost. Lost to the relief rushing through him. He moaned out at knowledge, the relief of being able to move on his own. Then the blonde's fingers slid out of him with a final scissoring motion before that slick noise accompanied by the emptiness of it had him whining. And then he was lifted up to his shaking legs to a stand.

Spun around and sat on the edge of the bed where he let his back hit the bed. The blonde's slick fingers fumbled with a growl at the button of his leather pants, ripping them apart then unzipping the fly only to shove at them with those little growling words leaving him before he managed to wriggle them down to the tops of his thighs. And he swore his breath had never wheezed out faster than it did then.

There was something about the sight of the blonde's erection happily springing out in what he could only describe as comical. Then it was washed away with the heat at the fact he wasn't wearing boxers. He wasn't- He whined when the blonde ripped open the condom that was held between his teeth. The blonde then pulled the slippery ring out and rolling it down on that dripping erection. God, how long had it been trapped away?

The inside of those leather pants had to be SLICK with it. He shuddered with a fast breath with that tiny thought as he whined when Hizashi's trembling fingers fussed with the condom. His husband then reached for the lube, squeezing a dollop onto his palm. The blonde reached down rubbing it over the condom creating that delightful squelching that rang out. Whining, he squirmed in place before adjusting himself.

Fixing the position so he could get his legs upwards higher. Just enough to get the heels on the bed as he spread his legs with a whine as he arched his hips up and the sight of those wide, burning eyes on him had his heart thudding painfully in his chest. Those dripping fingers then wriggled and squirmed their way down between his cheeks to rub against the twitching hole making his breath come out on a huff.

And he was burning, burning, burning when the blonde flew between his spread legs. Palms slide along his inner thighs sending tingles radiating upwards as the blonde then reached beneath him grabbing at his ass hiking his hips up higher making him breathless. Fingers dug into his cheeks fiercely, the grip so strong as he parted his cheeks, he wriggled as hips arched forward. The excitement was going to strangle him.

He swore it. It was going to finally close his throat as he felt that prickling sheen of clammy sweat breaking out over his forehead. Whimpering when the blonde shuffled forward enough for that condomed erection to slide against his hole a few times. Listened with a touch of awe at the way Hizashi's breaths hitched and wavered. As if a similar excitement were choking him. As if he couldn't breathe under it.

His face was so beautifully flushed, his mouth open ever so slightly as his lashes fluttered only to remain at that half-raised mark. That heavy-lidded, lustful look that had his heart racing. Brows twitching then coming together tightly as he slid against him slickly pulling a whimper out of him. Watching as blonde locks slithered over his shoulders to tickle his skin. It was an image, an utter image of beauty.

This was something he truly, deeply loved the see above him. Or even below him. It was something he could marvel over for hours, days, weeks. He curled his arms up around those freckled shoulders clutching at the blonde locks as the man pulled his hips back to adjust his position and pressing the head of his erection against him. Nudging at him before he was crying out above that deep, guttural groan that slipped out of the man.

The blonde's erection slid froward fluidly, taking his time until he was bottoming out. How did things speed up so fast? He squeezed his arms around the blonde shoulders, tugging at those golden locks that seemed to be spilling everywhere. Over his chest, his shoulders and so much wrapping around his fingers and hands. It was an amazing, dizzying thing to see and feel all that soft hair. It was quiet, utterly quiet.

How quiet it was now that his cry cut off and, in its place, wild, uneven breaths were taken. He wondered if Hizashi ever got aroused from the act of doing it. Or was it more from his reactions that did it. He wondered if there was any little bit about this that was hot to him. Like with the urethral sounding. Oh, he had not a clue why he was so into it or why it made him so turned on, so aroused.

But goddamn if it didn't get to him. He wished he knew why certain things were clicking with him, turning him on to imagine. Burning him up once he was performing them. He had yet to use that rod on himself, but God knows if they were playing with CBT tonight then the options were limitless. All he knew, all he wanted, was to walk away with a soreness between his legs. The satisfaction of checking off another kink.

Finding another thing he liked. He was ripped out of his thoughts as he felt lips press against his chest, fluttering towards a nipple making his back arch as he whined loudly clinging to those blonde locks and he shivered when he felt the erection twitching inside of him. God, God, God, he was BURNING. He moaned when those hips began grinding against him to which he slid his hands from those blonde locks.

Moving them in favor of sliding them down to his back, fingers spreading out on the feverish skin. Then he dug his nails into his skin dragging up making the blonde moan loudly against his chest. Lips pressed against his nipple as hands squeezed at him tightly before sliding up to his lower back creating a frenzy of tingles beneath his skin. Moaning out encouragingly those hips began grinding quicker.

And he happily copied dragging his nails over the blonde's back prompting another of those high, keening moans that had his ears ringing but he didn't mind it one bit. It felt like he was burning up. Truly, completely aflame with the heat sizzling quickly through his veins when hips pulled backwards then thrusted forward in a shallowly. It had him groaning as he copied the motions delightedly.

Using his heels as a leverage to do so. A shallow quick little pace as he clung to the blonde who groaned at him. Fast breaths fanned over his skin as the blonde lapped his tongue over his nipple making him whine. Very quickly did it deepen into a groan of irritation at the vibrating on the bedside table. However, Hizashi never moved. Didn't so much as twitch. He groaned out when the blonde dragged his nails down.

God, if his back could arch any more he swore he'd break his spine. It had tingles and heat racing under his skin as he squirmed against the blonde as he clawed at freckled shoulders. Another moan left his husband as he moved his hips quickly in that shallow rhythm with Hizashi's snapping forward eagerly. His head spun when he felt fast, uneven pants fanning against his skin making him shiver.

Whining when that tongue flicked against his nipple before the piercing was rubbed against it making him moan at the blonde. He clung onto him, nails digging into his shoulders as the blonde nipped at his nipple. He squirmed beneath the blonde and quickly abandoned that shallow, quick rhythm as moans sounded out against his chest; vibrating against skin had him writhing against him.

How dizzyingly, satisfyingly good it felt to feel those hips responding to his pace change. Coming forward faster, harder creating that light little slap he knew would get louder any second. He yelped when he was dragged up from the bed with the blonde spinning on his feet. He clung to the blonde, feeling strangely weightless when the blonde sat down on the edge of the bed himself. He froze instinctively.

And then blonde shifted him slightly causing him to sink down on his lap that had his moan flying out in such harmony with Hizashi's it was truly aweing. How they trembled and mixed together as he clung onto the squirming man. There was only so far his leather pants let him spread his legs but it didn't matter one bit. Not when his husband scooted back as far as he could. This allowed his knees to dig into the mattress.

Letting him have some control in the moment and he loved it. Loved, loved, loved it. Hands slid up his back coaxing his chest forward as he adjusted the position of his arms around the blonde's shoulders. Sliding his hands down his back once again earning him a shiver as he giddily used that fast pace when he began to bounce himself. His hair trembled against his shoulders, brushing against his hot face annoyingly.

It was easy to ignore, however, as lips once again pressed then parted against his nipple to flick the tip of his tongue against it. Giving a playful nip at the bud when the chance presented itself when he came down. He loved how those hands squeezed him closer, closer, closer. Clutched at him fiercely only to rake his nails down his back pulling a cry out of him. He let his head fall back ignoring that obnoxious pinging from the bedside table.

Who's phone was it? His? Or Hizashi's? He was going to kick himself for not remember to turn it on silent if it was his. How did he always forget? Why did he let himself forget? It didn't matter when neither of them would be answering it at the moment. Not when there were so many more interesting things to do with hands, and lips. To spend the night burning, smoldering and flaming in the heat.

A temperature that would burn under their skin only to infect the air of the room. Bouncing himself fast, fast, fast he came down harder with each upwards slide. Hands slid along his back when teeth bit at his nipple. It ripped a wail out of his throat, trembling and strained to his own ears as he dug his nails into the blonde's back. Clawing at the man's shoulder blades. The moans it got him was astronomically loud.

It had his ears throbbing from the force of it with its high, trembling pitch. Ringing off of the walls of their sound-proofed bedroom and coming back to torment his ears it seemed. And it had his eardrums protesting the trembling noise from his husband. He then squeezed around that twitching erection earning him a growl from the blonde. A low, rumbling noise that vibrated deliciously against his chest.

How could he always marvel at sex with this man? How can it feel so new every single time when he knew what to expect? When he'd been doing it for sixteen years and had yet to be tired of it? Everything was amazing, dizzyingly so, and each noise that slipped out of the blonde had him shuddering. God, nothing felt better than Hizashi. No one could be better than the blonde. He whimpered as nails dragged across his lower back

It sent shivers up his spine as he arched against the blonde, coming down harshly making the blonde bounce lightly with the edge of the bed. Pulling another of those high, ringing moans from the blonde making him flinch. It cut off into a strangled noise as teeth released their tight hold on his nipple but delighted in the suckling given to. Then that head of Hizashi's mouth was gone. He squirmed with a whine at the man.

Hot breaths fanned against the wet skin as he bounced himself eagerly, frantically as he listened to the squelching of the lube and condom. The huffing pants leaving him as his lungs demanded to be filled the second he breathed out. How when he clawed at the blonde's back fiercely it made him moan eagerly against his chest. Trembling, reedy noises that echoed his own frantic moans that had hips twitching.

It had Hizashi writhing beneath him as hands griped at him tightly. Nails digging and dragging deliciously across his feverish skin. And he could feel it. That tightening, trembling orgasm twisting low in his stomach as he panted and bounced himself faster, faster, faster, as he came down as hard as he could onto the blonde's lap and relishing in the scratch of that condom against his inner walls.

He could hear those half-formed words in his husband's breaths, breathless tiny noises that quivered before they turned into what he needed. What he wanted to hear. "F-Fuck, baby! Fuck! Y-You're fuckin'- Nnnghnn! Ah, ah, yes! Fuckin' me s-so good! Y-You really got so fuckin' excited over a-a a few flicks and a d-damn humbler? Ah! Ohh, shit! Shit, yes! Mmm, goddamn, Shouta!"

"Yes! Yes, yes, yesss! I-I'll fuck you so gooood! Mmm! I'll even f-fuck you in the back seat of the car! I'll do it in the f-front seat if you want! Fuck you so good you're limping! I'll give it t-to you so good like you do f-for me! Make you f-feel fucking 'mazing! Ah! Ahnnngn! So good! Feels fu-fuckin' goood!"

"I-I'll hold you to that, baby! I- Oh! Ohhh, fucking shit! You lo-look so pretty! Sooo fuckin' pretty riding me like that! Just- Yeah! Ohh, fuck yeah, yeah, like that! Like that! Squeeze m-me ti- Ahnn, ah! Shouta, Shouta, yes! Fuck me so good, baby, so good! Hnn, s-show me how much you love my c-cock! Gimme it so goood, baby!"

"I will! Mmmnn, I'll fuck you all night! J-Just like this! Like this! Ah, ah! P-Prove how much I love it! I'll fuck you s-so much I m-milk you of everythin'! Every fucking drop! Fuck you 'til you SORE! And I- Hnngh! Shit! Haah, haah, I-I love your cock! So good! A-Always so good in me! Feels so g-goood, Daddy!"

The frenzied moan that flew out of his husband had him whining loudly as he clawed at his back. "G-God! I always forget h-how dirty that mouth of yours is! Shit! Ah! Ahnn, yes! Fuck me! F-Fuck yourself on my c-cock, kitten! Squeeze me so t-tight! Ah! Ah, mmnn! F-Fuckin' hell! I-I can't get enough of you! Fe-Feels so good! So good!"

"Oh! Ohhh, yes! Yessss! Ah, ah! Wanna f-fuck you all night! All night I want it in me! Please, please! I-I want to- There! There, there, there! F-Found it! I- Mmm! Found it! F-Ffffffuck yeah! Yeah, yeah, yeah, there, Z-Daddy!"

"I'll f-fuck you into this goddamn mattress! K-Keep my cock in you all night until y-you're begging me to take it out! Ah! Mmmm! W-Won't keep my hands off of you! Mmnnn, I-I'll grind my g-goddamn boot on your cock if you want! I'll te-tease you all night! Do it un-until you're screaming for me! Y-You wanna feel t-that fuckin' good, kitten? Huh?"

"Yesss! Yes, do it! M-Make me scream! Make me hoarse! Fuck me up!"

"I will! Ohhhh, shit! Sh-Shiit! I'll make you feel so fuckin' good! Make you s-scream so loouudd until this whole d-damn neighborhood hears you begging for my cock! Mmmmfff! Wanna watch you ri-ride my cock! I-It's so beautiful! W-Watchin' you ride me like that!"

He wished he could say he knew what prompted him to do it, but he truly didn't. Perhaps instinct? He reached for the blonde's arm tugging at it until he got that hand in his own and swung himself up then holding himself there. His thighs shook when he prompted those fingers to cup his balls. And the cry it tore out of him at the gentle rolling motion of those fingers against them had him jerking. So sensitive, so unbearably sensitive.

He held himself in that suspended position as those fingers rolled and squeezed his balls making him shudder as he fought the urge to squirm, His pants rasped in and out quickly, his chest heaving at the sensitivity zapping up his spine. Oh, it was damn good. He whimpered when the fingers left him in favor of grabbing at his waist tugging him down again. He happily jumped back into that manic, frenzied rhythm.

It was an amazing melody of noises. The little noise of the bed bouncing lightly with his movements. The huffing little cries mixing in with his pants at the resuming movements to which the blonde moaned against his chest. Hands reaching down grabbing tightly at his ass making him shudder. This man was going to make him melt, burn, smolder away. Nails dug into his skin tightly making him shake as

He let his head fall back again as he whimpered and moaned with the blonde letting out another growl when he squeezed tightly around that twitching erection. God help him, did he want the blonde to flip him over onto his back. To adopt that feral rhythm he always loved. To shove his legs up and slam against him until he was wailing, screaming and begging for more, more, more. He cried out when teeth bit down onto his collar bone

The burning, blunt pain had him squirm wildly on his husband's lap only to feel the blonde twitching then writhing against him. Felt the thighs underneath him trembling and flexing as he clawed at Hizashi's back listening to those soft, breathless little noises mingling with his own. Fuck, fuck, fuck he wasn't hanging on by a long shot. His bounces were a wild, frantic rhythm that had his hair flying and flying around his face.

Had the ends brushing against his upper back. It sent shivers down his back as he angled his hips just enough once again to- The cry that left him was far louder than he liked to admit as it bounced back to him happily. Like he had when he was speaking, he bounced himself in that fast, frenzied manner as he twitched at the sparks bursting under his skin. The heat rushing in waves up his back making him squirm.

The fast speed, the strength in which he dropped himself had Hizashi moaning as fingers dug fiercely into his ass. Clinging onto him fiercely making him whimper loudly as he writhed against the blonde who squirmed and ground his hips up eagerly. And then the blonde was dragging his nails UP making him writhe as he wailed loudly at the burning pleasure it gave. How damn DEEP those nails seemed to sink.

All of it was mixing, melting, and blending into the height, the best part of the night had he could feel that orgasm twisting its way. He was dancing, teetering on the edge and only needed one tiny push. The panting from himself and Hizashi and the hands gripping tightly. Nails dragging leave red lines on skin. The sweat beading on his forehead and that crisp impact of his skin against Hizashi's each time he came down.

Those small things had his his toes curling tightly. Had him inching closer, closer, closer but not quite. He could feel the blonde's erection twitching, throbbing lightly telling him he was right there. That he was teetering on the edge. It was like they were both waiting. Trying to hold back in desperation to see who would fall off the edge first. To wait one more second. And it didn't take a second longer to find out.

Not one moment did he lift himself up, squeezing instinctively, did the hands on his waist clutch at him slamming him back down. A howling cry left the blonde as he threw his head back and he writhed beneath him. He whimpered encouragingly as he ground his hips down eagerly while the blonde trembled beneath him. Finger squeezing him tight, tight, tight as he whined through the twitching throbs of the blonde's erection.

Groaning low in his throat as he teetered. Right there, right there, right there. What did he need? What did he want? A hand slid from his waist down to grip his erection and squeezing tightly around it before stroking quickly. His hand curving and twisting down then coming up to rub at the head of his erection making his thighs tight. Nails bit into his waist and he rolled his hips down earing those waves of heat up his spine.

The motion allowed that softening erection to nudge at his prostate making him moan at the blonde. Wanting, wanting, wanting. That second hand clawed at his skin before dropping down then tearing a cry out of him when fingers once again grabbed at his balls again. Rolling them in that gentle, but pressure filled manner he had before. Minutes ago. His huffing pants trembled and shook on their way down.

Oh, how they clawed at his throat only to rasp out as he rolled his hips quickly sending that amazing, delicious, absolutely needed heat up his spine. And those hands worked together, squeezing and rolling gently. Stroking and grinding a thumb into the head of his erection as the blonde groaned at him. A shuddering, encouraging sound. There was a harder squeeze than intended to that gentle, rolling massage.

It was a bright bolt of pain that had did it. He couldn't explain why, how or anything of the sort as to why but it did. It tipped him right over the edge. Oh, that burst of pain shoved him over the edge as he squirmed frantically on the blonde's lap. Clawed viciously at those freckled shoulders as he tensed up with that shout trembling higher for a mere momne.t Shaking through the orgasm with those tiny, croaking noises leaving him.

His shout cut off and there wasn't a thing, he could do to stop that. It felt like it went on for hours. Days. It was consuming every bit of him as he felt fingers squeezing and kneading at him gently with a soft murmur but he couldn't focus on the words. Couldn't connect them to himself as he trembled once that white hot pleasure ebbed right out of him. Leaving him breathless as he slumped forward against Hizashi.

His cheek to his hair as his breaths huffed on a wheeze as a hand stroked up and down his sweaty back softly. A gentle, melodic crooning coming from the blonde as he flopped backwards tugging at him as well. He flopped onto his chest, grunting lightly as an arm curled tightly around his waist. Lips pressed against the top of his head softly making him hum though the sound stuttered and cracked on its way out.

"Y-You okay, baby? Do you need some water? No, you know what? Stay here!" Hands carefully then lifted his waist up making him whine as the blonde slipped out before being rolled onto his back with the blonde's lips attacking his burning, sweaty face as if that salty taste wouldn't mean a thing as he melted against the bed. "J-Just relax, okay?"

The blonde shoved himself up off the bed, the motion making it bounce lightly. He watched the blonde tug the used condom off with the struggle of tying off the slick thing with the lube that always made it worse. It seemed to be far more of a pain with that come covered hand of his. Once it had snapped at his fingers three times, he got it tied to which he waddled around the bed much to his amusement.

Hizashi hadn't even bothered tugging those pants up yet giving him a giggle worthy sight of him waddling every so slightly with his ass hanging out. He smirked at the sight when the condom was tossed into the little trashcan of theirs. The drawer was opened followed by a crinkle of the wipes that were tugged out and the blonde got to work on wiping his hand off then his flaccid dick carefully.

His husband then struggled with tugging those leather pants up with a grunt, tucking himself away. He let his smirk widen at the open fly when Hizashi tugged a few wipes from the pack. The blonde walked back over to scrub at the few spurts of come that had landed on his stomach. A weak hum leaving him once again as the blonde rubbed at the area before he was satisfied. Rushing around the bed on shaking legs again.

The wipes were thrown away only for Hizashi to rush across the bedroom to the doors that he slid open then shut quickly as he stepped out. He could hear faintly the sound of those boots thumping on the floor. Using the moment alone, he took a deep breath then let it out slowly. It trembled on its way out and it's way back in but goddamn if he wasn't euphoric. Blissful. He felt absolutely perfect in the afterglow of his orgasm.

Even if he was shaking. Even if his balls felt tender without him needing to touch them. Taking another deep breath to break up those fast, shallow pants that were far too uneven for his liking. He let his hands rest on the bed above his head as his heart throbbed against his chest. He was a sweaty, melting mess but the affection he would be receiving and the affection he would happily give back to the blonde was worth it.

While he knew well enough now that Doms were always the caretakers during a scene, he found there was nothing he loved more than to give that aftercare back to Hizashi. To take over with washing off the blonde once his own body had been done and his own hair scrubbed at. How he would take his time washing out those blonde locks and washing that soft skin happily. Taking turns blowing drying hair and brushing it out.

How it was always a fun little thing to be coaxed back to the bedroom only to watch the blonde strip the bed. To which he then put the spare sheets on while they were run to the washer. It was his favorite thing after sex. He would happily, delightedly take care of his husband no matter the roles they played. The doors were grinding open then shut as the blonde stepped in then walked over with a little crack followed by a tiny hiss.

Then the blonde was sitting on the edge next to him with a water bottle hovering over his lips. And he happily gulped down those little mouthfuls before he pushed the bottle weakly at his husband who took a few sips. From there it was traded off. Three sips for him and three for Hizashi until the bottle was drained. And then he was being pulled up into a sitting position then tugged onto the blonde's lap.

"Zashi?" A soft hum was his answer as he buried his face into his throat, curling an arm around his shoulder as he let those arms squeeze him tightly to the blonde's chest. "Next round c-can you step on my thighs? I-It doesn't have to be anything crazy but if you're not comfortable with that-"

"That's fine! I mean, I don't think it's too uncomfortable for me! Only one way to know, right?" Lips pressed against the top of his head softly followed by a cheek nuzzling itself to his hair. "H-How did I ever get so lucky as to get a sexy, broody man like you?"

"Mmmm right place, right time."

"Hmm, guess you're right! P-Probably helped I got you that cat plushie before we went on the Ferris wheel, didn't it? Buttered you up real good."

He couldn't help a lazy chuckle as a hand slid up and down his back in a slow, comforting manner. "I guess it did. Doesn't help you ruined me for sex with anyone else. I don't think I'd have as much fun with someone else."

"I think you would but I'm just so irresistible that you can't help yourself! Back then and now!" He shivered when a hand slid down his thigh softly, caressing the length of it from his knee then up to the top of his thigh. Again, and again. "I think even if we didn't end up together during high school that eventually we would've ended up together, y'know? We have that chemistry, that attraction, that makes itself real clear and it's hard to deny, isn't it? Like fa-"

"Don't even say that, Hizashi Yamada!" The blonde laughed at his growled words against his throat as he tightened his arm around him, and he took a deep breath pulling back from his hiding place to find sparkling eyes landing on him with tat familiar, heartwarming affection. Adoration paired with that soft smile. All his.

"Fine, fine! I won't talk about fate and destiny or anything like it! What- I mean, is there anything else you want? Food? M-More water?"

"Mmm, later. I have something better in mind."

"Oh? Like what?"

"Well, I think I promised to show you how much I love you cock, didn't I? And I think I distinctively said I wanted to fuck you all night. Ring any bells?"

Oh, the heat that flickered in those green eyes had him shivering as hands clutched him closer to the blonde. As if there was a close to be had as that face dipped towards his own. Lips smudged with lipstick that had faded ever so slightly from earlier and a touch swollen from those fierce kisses. The slightly messy look to those long blonde locks. The flush to his cheeks. He looked truly irresistible.

Or maybe, cliché as it was, as Hizashi had said earlier rang true. He simply couldn't get enough of the blonde.

"Oh, I think that does ring a couple bells, baby! Though I think I also said I'd fuck you into this mattress, yeah? So, if you wanna catch your breath, you can! But tonight I swear I'll make good on my promises."

"So, you'll make this whole neighborhood hear me beg for your cock then? Make me scream?" He couldn't stop that playful, catty tone as he twisted his fingers into the blonde locks of hair happily as hands slid along his thigh and his back respectively. Shivers rolled down his spine at the warmth of his husband's breaths mingling with his own. Lips so close to his own.

"You fuckin' bet. If it means I get to watch you ride me like you love my cock, want me so bad, and I get to fuck you over and over to my hearts delight? Oh, baby, I'll be more than happy to make you scream tonight."

"Do it then."

"Gladly."