Fifty Shades of EraserMic

by CrypticBeans

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

49. Give Me A Shock!

"How does that feel? Does the placement feel okay, baby?"

"It's fine, Zashi. If we rip it off one more time I might just go fucking nuts."

Shouta watched a little frown tug at his husband's lips. The way his brows twitched together and the way he was shuffling on his knees between his legs had him wanting to groan. To huff out at the blonde who seemed especially unhappy about the placement. In the days following their CBT, Shouta had to admit he was sore. It wasn't quite pain but the soreness that came afterwards? It was worth it.

And perhaps, he bit off more than he could chew and failed to swallow. He truly was no stranger to soreness after sex or the occasional limping he did after a particularly rough night of sex. Going round after round. However, he had to admit that after their foray into CBT left him tender. Sore. From his hips to his knees everything was damn sore. His thighs from the tensing from multiple orgasms.

His hips from the continuous bouncing and grinding he had done. His groin naturally was tender and perhaps one of the sorest areas on him besides his ass. It made doing his job far more difficult than it would be on any other day. Agony it was when he ran around separating fights and standing for hours on end until his legs shook. Until he got some respite from his desk in the corner of his room.

Or even at the desk in the staff room. During lunch. They were his only relief-filled respites that had him sighing out once the pressure of standing was relieved. And he knew he wasn't the only tender, sore one. Hizashi -his poor, poor husband- was wobbling ever so slightly from it. And yet, he was much better at hiding it from the students and their coworkers than Shouta would have ever expected.

However, the soreness and the discomfort, lead to a break. Hizashi had breached it after Shouta's legs threatened to give out when he jumped down from a ledge on his patrol with the blonde and he had to agree. It wasn't always tough to call the white flag but this time? This time it was needed. The ache, the soreness, it warded off all thoughts of sex. It was almost unbearable to live with it. And when Hizashi offered it?

Oh, he took it. He snatched that white flag with relief as he agreed with the break. Agreed that while it was fun so far that they needed one more good break before sprinting to the finish line of their challenge. One more breather before diving into those last two options of theirs. The ones that would end this challenge. And so, sex was ignored in favor of recuperating. In favor of focusing on other responsibilities.

In their careers and parental roles that needed to have the spotlight once again. Such as Eri's development, training Hitoshi and the housework among the work they had to stay on top of as teachers. It was from their that they focused on their grading and fussing with lesson plans for classes as they sat at the dining room table. And then there was taking care of the cats. Hizashi's Friday night radio show and his own late night patrols.

Grocery shopping in an effort to stock the house once food diminished by the bottomless pits that were his children plus Denki. Then there was clothing shopping for the upcoming chillier months. Holidays to prepare for, Halloween being the big one Eri was most excited for. Birthdays. His in particular which he had to hem and haw over. He stopped once the blonde scowled at him fiercely convincing him to let it go.

To trust the blonde. How simple life was without the desperate hands and hoarse voices in the morning. How absolutely NICE it was to merely revel in the presence of his children in his home. To bicker with Hitoshi and Hizashi about nights Denki slept over. Bickering over dinner. The movies after dinner and never ending laundry. And there was the nights he spent away from home only to come back home.

Only for him to walk through the front door to utter chaos waiting for him. Always in the form of bickering siblings, a frazzled Hizashi trying to settle the disagreement and cats running around wildly. And of course, with the dropping temperatures, there was the change of air conditioning being traded for wide open windows. That was a delight he looked forward too the most as he sat curled against the arm chair of the couch.

Enjoying the little breezes and the scents it carried with it. Autumn, aside from spring, was his favorite season. It was filled with possibilities and was far cozier. It gave him the excuse of his black-on-black attire. His hoodies that Hizashi would steal from him. To not be judged on the hot coffees he sipped at throughout the day. And not to mention the tranquility of it all. It was completely, utterly peaceful.

The warmth and how overjoyed he became to mere sit on the back porch in the swing with Hizashi cuddled into his side. To nuzzle those silky soft blonde locks of hair as Hizashi peppered little kisses to his throat and jaw as he scrolled on his phone. Watching the blonde be tugged away by their daughter to collect fallen leaves. It was only when he slid his hand into the pillowcase that he was faced with the reality.

The little paper that held their remaining options. Staring between the two options of his, he found it to be oddly bittersweet. Something he didn't want to end yet. While he already decided on it as his second choice before the CBT, he had to admit there was a lump in his throat when he made it. When he settled on the couch with Hizashi. Knowing once he said it out loud there was only one more left.

And then together they'd be ripping up the paper with it being the end of it. It was hard to swallow it down but twice now Hizashi had hinted and mentioned a second challenge. It was the only thing that pushed him to vocalize his next want. His final choice before it would ultimately end with the only choice Hizashi would be making. Electrostimulation. Once he brought it up, the blonde had happily lit up.

It warmed his heart to see those wide, sparkling eyes and that pink blush bloom on his cheeks as he smiled at him with such excitement. Had that lump melting away for the moment as his stomach squeezed with those butterflies and his heart skipped. Such a joyful look on a man his age should be criminal. Utterly impossible for such an expression for the man to make. Criminal in how it melted him in an instant.

And it was a flurry of research after he said it. Bookmarking, highlighting, writing down and coming up with a list of questions they could possibly ask. To have them be answered by their sex therapist. It was inevitable that the woman had eventually taken on Hizashi as a client for him to talk with and explore these things with for a month or two now so why not think of her as theirs for the time being?

He also went to her quite a few times for his own sessions regarding CBT before bringing it up with his husband. It was after that first initial meeting followed by a two hour appointment. One that allowed Hizashi to happily threw out his questions. To mention their own personal researching they'd done and going so far as to list sites they visited. Naturally, he had been content to let the blonde speak for both of them.

Of course, that's not how it worked at all. Their therapist had turned her attention to him, pulling him into the conversation and how he hated it when Hizashi laughed when he turned red at the sudden attention brought to him. Like he was daydreaming in class only to have the teacher call on him when she KNEW he wasn't paying attention. It was mortifyingly embarrassing, but he joined into the conversation albeit gruffly.

By the time the appointment was over the blonde had bought a kit approved by the woman. He had also been advised it would be better to not only plan where to put the pads but to plan which erogenous zones he wanted to put them on. Then that it would be better to shave the areas to remove the hair so there wasn't pain upon taking the adhesive pads off when they were done. So much planning they did.

Going over it again and again until they were satisfied with what they had planned for the night. And then matter shaving came up. Of course Hizashi, unsurprisingly, giddily complied with that when they had gotten in the shower. About twenty minutes it took them. Twenty minutes for the blonde to shave any possible fine hairs on his lower back. And then he targeted the one place he'd been begging forever now to groom.

Looking on it now, he had not a clue if he should find it hilarious or embarrassing how they had eaten up a handful of minutes with him watching Hizashi push his legs open to get to the areas surrounding his groin. An area that would itch like crazy later on. After that he merely gave the blonde permission to go nuts on any other shaving he wanted to do. That he could do as he pleased.

Oh, the delighted sparkle in those eyes as they locked onto him with a disbelieving look was truly precious. It prompted to him to assert his answer with a nod. A simple thing to back up his words. And his husband got to work with his electric shaver with an idea, a look in mind, and he merely leaned against the counter once he was tugged from the bed once either side ofh is groin was done.

Looking down at the delighted blonde shaping, trimming, and blowing on the stray hairs was fascinating. Like the blonde was working on an art project that he had been wanting to do forever now. And even he had to admit he was impressed with the look afterwards as the blonde smiled brilliantly at him. Proud. He was coaxed into the shower where his husband washed off his lower back then his groin happily.

After that it was merely a matter of getting the pads onto his lower back and either side of his groin. He had not a clue when those sparkles in his husband's eyes turned into the grumpy, thoughtful look he had now. Hizashi had hardly backed down from a challenge so far but this? This seemed to be the thing that was making his husband a touch apprehensive. Almost as if he were anxious.

It was only after the frigid conductive gel was smeared over his lower back as the pads were then pressed down into place. It was when he had rolled over that he found those green eyes dark with the speculative pout on his lips. As if there truly was more to the placement of the pads, to spreading the gel, and he had not a clue how to fix it. After all, each question of his was waved away or dismissed rather quickly.

It was odd behavior, that much was clear to him. What caused the change? What had Hizashi going from playful to so worried? What had changed in the time he'd flipped over to have the pads put on to the time he was facing him again? He was pulled out of his thoughts by the blonde clicking his tongue as he stared down at the placement at the pads once again making him huff out a breath.

"Zashi, for the last time it is fine If you rip these off of me one more time to change it again, I will personally rip your throat out with my teeth." Green eyes flicked up to his face, brows coming together tightly before they flicked right back down between his legs as if to debate the placement of the pads making him sigh sharply.

"I don't want it to be uncomfortable, baby! We've moved it a couple times but I want it to feel okay for you!"

"It doesn't matter, love, if it's going to be giving me jolts or whatever it'll be doing, does it truly matter the placement? I'm not worried about it one bit if it does what it's supposed to do."

"Mmmnn, you're sure about it? They're really not bothering you at all?"

"They're not bothering me one bit, Zashi. You're going to make yourself go gray with all that worrying you're doing."

"Oi!" A sharp look was given from the blonde to which he gave another huffing sigh as he fought to keep the pout off of his lips as he stared at the blonde. "Says the man who worries more than I do!"

"Well, it's true. Why are you worrying so much? This is far from the scariest nor the riskiest thing we've done during this challenge of ours. Do you not-? I mean, do you not want too, Zashi? Are you not comfortable with it?"

"No!" He twitched at the force behind that shout. The way it rang right off of those soundproofed walls back at him and the blonde then bit at his bottom, dragging his teeth over it a few times. Brows came together tightly creating a wrinkle between them making him frown at the blonde. "I want to do it, baby, trust me I do! I just- This is electricity we're fucking with, no matter how controlled it is."

"But? What else, Zashi?"

The blonde sighed then when he reached up rubbing at his eye with the back of his hand. "I just don't want to fuck this up, you know? I don't want to shock you too bad with it! I don't want to accidentally hurt you or something of the sort."

"You won't, love. You didn't even really hurt me during the CBT nor any other time, have you? I trust you, Zashi, and I'll continue trusting that you'll do the best you can for us, and I'll be doing the same. It's not like this is some bathroom in a café or the backseat of the car. This is perhaps the safest environment and I trust in you enough to know you won't let me get hurt."

"Even if you trust me, baby, bad things happen sometimes! No matter how many times we rehearse and plan things can still go wrong, you know? I don't want that to happen to you!"

"Zashi, love, I don't think this kit could hurt me like that. We've gone over this, we know what to do, and we're as prepared for this as we can be. We're going to do it right. And we are, aren't we? We'll be careful but I'm not worried."

"The amount of trust that you put in me from the start of this to the end? It's really aweing, baby, you know that?" He raised his brows when the blonde rested his hands on his knees before sliding them down the length of his inner thighs towards the pads stuck on either side of his groin with a soft little sigh. "You have to tell me if there's any pain, alright? I spread the gel as evenly as I could so everything's covered but I don't want you hurting, okay?"

"I'll be sure to tell you. I don't think I'll be burnt to a crisp or something horrible like you think, love, so don't be so worried. We've spent hours learning about this, talking with the therapist, and everything of the sort! We're prepared as well as we can be given this is the first time we're doing it. We won't go too high, like we talked about, alright? Nothing too high at first and we stick around the low to moderate settings."

The blonde took a deep breath then let it out slowly with a nod. "Bit by bit. We won't be jumping numbers like crazy. We take it slow."

"Mhmm, we can go one step at a time, just like we planned it out, Zashi. No curve balls will be thrown."

"Says the man who likes to throw'em more than I do!"

He couldn't help a little grin at the blonde who sighed out softly as he shuffled forward and he happily let himself flop onto his back. Lifting his hands up towards those freckled shoulders and curling his arms around them. Brushing his fingers over the soft blonde locks gently, Hizashi huffed a breath down at him. He chuckled softly at the minty scent of his toothpaste and mouthwash coming with it.

"I'll be okay, Zashi. I promise and we'll be slow. I won't do anything we didn't plan for."

Then the blonde smiled softly. "Just tell me, okay? If it hurts at all?"

"I will, Zashi. I always do. You can trust me to do that much for the both of us, can't you?"

An eye roll had lashes fluttering making him grin at the blonde as he twisted a few locks around his fingers, playfully tugging before cupping the back of his head with his right hand pulling the blonde down. Closer, closer, closer. The warmth of his breath was right there, fanning against his lips and mingling with his own. So, close he could see those blonde lashes lowering ever so slightly.

"Of course, I can."

"Good. Now, let's get this show on the road, hmm?"

A snicker was his answer though it was softer. Lacking a mocking edge to it but rather held a playful one. Mischievous. As if he were doing something he wasn't supposed to. The blonde moved with his pulling and he let his own eyes flutter shut at the touch of the soft warmth of his husband's lips against his own. The trembling breath being taken only to come out in a sigh on his cheek as he slid his hand into those soft golden locks.

Twisting locks around his fingers as he pressed his palm to the back of his head. Delighting in the soft little noise he got when he dragged his nails across his scalp. How would there always, always be something to find so new about this? About the touch of those lips to his own? About how they melted and molded to his own as if to shape themselves to his? About soft they were as they slid slowly making his toes curl?

Always find something so unexpected in how warm his skin was as he drifted his left hand down his back? The shivers he got when he did so? All of it was so familiar yet left him in awe. Moving his lips with Hizashi would always be a familiar, amazing thing that he could marvel over for hours. Pressing firmly to his own with that slow kiss it had him smoldering. Heat slithered along his bones searing into him.

He hummed softly as he kissed the blonde with that slow, steady pace with a tinge of enthusiasm. Shifting his arm from around the blonde's shoulders, he curved his left arm down along the blonde's side. Then he fanned his fingers out against the warmth of his lower back then sliding it up following along his spine. The shudder it earned him as lips pressed against his own with that familiar strength.

The very one that promised to leave him walking away with those kiss swollen lips. It had his heart sprinting quickly against his chest as he slid his hand up. Going as far as he could with his reach before sliding down. Caressing that warm, soft skin that begged for kisses. Begged for bites, scratches and hickey's that he would happily place on the blonde's skin if he so desired. If he so much as hinted at it.

There was nothing he loved than knowing that below the collars of his shirt? hidden beneath his clothing? It was all free game. All access for the blonde to attack to his hearts desire. Knowing when he was changing the little hickeys and the bruises from the harsher bites would jump at him with their soft blues. Hell, after the erotic humiliation he had walked away with superficial, light bruises on his knees.

They were superficial at most but they had formed due to him being on them all day long. From being shoved down onto them roughly before the pillow was used. He love being marked up by the blonde, but he couldn't afford for his neck, his throat to be targeted. The back of the neck he knew he could get away but in the other areas? The ones he wanted the most? Unacceptable. He couldn't allow it.

No matter how much he wanted it. He blinked when he got a soft noise from the blonde. It sent shivers down his back to hear even a small noise like that as lips slid against his own with the occasional smack ringing out. It was aweing how such a little noise had him swallowing a little sound of his own. Hizashi inhaled sharply, hitching when it rushed back out. All from brushing fingertips across his lower back.

Taunting. Playful. If there was anything he had learned in recent months is that Hizashi loved having his ass grabbed. And so, he did it when he could. Grabbing, pinching, slapping and squeezing is what he provided his husband with on a daily basis. Always when he thought it was appropriate to do so. When the situation called for it. And the way those eyes gleamed at him pairing with that pink flush was always worth it.

It had a magic effect on the blonde that was identical to when he bit on his ear or nibbled on it. It was glorious and he found he loved doing it whether it was prompted or asked for. Drifting the tips of his fingers lower, temptingly close he lifted them back up to his husband's back. This earned him a wild whimper from them an above him, Then he slid his hand up the blonde's back only to come down with his nails.

Down, down, down until he was drifting fingertips over the top of his husband's ass. Hizashi released an encouraging noise from the blonde. Eagerly waiting. And so he gave in to the want, the temptation, and he reached down. He grabbed at the blonde tightly using what he knew was the right amount of strength. The moan it earned him was soft, throaty with the perfect rumble. Trembling on it's way out.

The resulting excitement washed through him. It was followed closely by that burning rush through his veins that clawed up impatiently. He could honestly forget about the pads stuck to him. Forget the way it felt strange to move even a bit with the adhesive sticking onto him so fervently. While they were the stars of the night, the highlight for a first time use, he couldn't help but think about them.

The other items in the kit that his husband had bought. Within the kit there had been the stimulator, a connector and if he remembered right the connector pins. It also came with a recharging cable which was amazingly convenient for the little device. There were four Electra pads that they had agreed to use on his erogenous zones for the first time use of them. It had also come with two Electra loop cock rings.

It was something that he and Hizashi joked was perfect with there was one for both of them. Another item in the kit was what was listed as a multiprobe that merely was a toy to insert. It was angled to stimulate the prostate with electric pulses to the spot. The last three items of the kit were the conductive gel that they had put on before the pads. There was a small sample tube of a water-based lube.

And there was a storage bag along with an instruction booklet. Once it was in hand, they had poured over it. And he was damn glad they had. The stimulator was connected to the pads. and he had to admit that he was excited for it to be turned on. To hear about the settings and their effects on him, to read about it, had him curious. It was one thing to hear and read but another to experience it.

As those lips moved against his, he squeezed the cheek in his hand. A soft groan from the blonde above him; a low, throaty noise that had his breath shaking on its way in sharply only to rush out. He felt Hizashi changing that slow speed of their kissing for one that was faster. Not by much but it was something he happily, eagerly, chased after. Copying the speed, the change he had been thinking idly about.

The speed, the pressure, had him squirming with a whine breaking out of him as he happily replied in kind. A quiet noise ripped free as it sounded out in the back of his throat. He moved his lips eagerly with Hizashi's at the hard press against his own. It had them tingling gently from the force and the speed but he loved it. He loved when Hizashi kissed him hard, fast. Kissed him like he was going to devour him.

There was a tingle that seemed all too happy to race under his skin as he clung to the golden locks in his hands, listening to the trembling breaths being taken and the smacking lips as they slid against one another as he felt Hizashi shift above him. Leaning to the right somewhat, the blonde braced himself onto that arm. The blonde then lifted his lips from his with a short little smack that had him tugging at the blonde.

Chasing after his lips before they could get too far away from him, he was rewarded with a few pecking kisses. Then the blonde was pulling back to look over as he picked up the stimulator. His head jumped right up to his throat, strangling him with those fast beats as he let his head turn to watch the blonde fiddling with the little device. It was rather simplistic to use. With two bottoms lining the top.

One being the power and the other was a boost button. And in between those two buttons was a knob in the middle with the tiny white word 'modify' beneath it. There were two other knobs with little screens above it. Below it were two little arrow buttons with a program with its own little screen. Pressing on the power button, the sight of it powering on with two little red zeros above the knobs.

It had his next breath coming shallowly with a little tremble. Placing it back down, he watched Hizashi fiddle with the knobs one at a time before looking down at him sharply. As if to find pain or worry. Some kind of discomfort. It two a few more turns of the knob for him to feel something. He blinked at the sensation crawling up his back. It spread eagerly along either side of his groin only to have him squirm.

Before he could stop it, a breathless little noise leaving him. Again, the blonde looked down at him quickly as fingers stilled on the knobs of the device. He held a finger up as he cleared his throat in an attempt to scrape his words together to form something. Even a short little sentence if meant settling that anxious look he saw in his husband's gaze. Because it was nothing. It wasn't at all what he would think it to be.

Laying there, the pads were delivering what he had to assume were little shocks or even the tiniest bit of electricity, but it didn't feel like jolts of it would. It was a different sensation. It was barely there but he could feel it. It was a tingle that raced hand-in-hand with a tickle that had him squirming. As if it were a relief, it was much milder than he had experienced. Similar in the way his husband would tickle and tease his sides.

When they were laying in bed only to find one or the other in a playful mood which lead to a game of teasing with their usual horseplay of kicking legs and fingers darting for ticklish spot. The only difference was there is a gentle vibration afterwards. A hum settling along his skin. It was strangely comforting, a replicate of the blonde's fingers and while he had never been tickled along his groin.

Of course, there was the tickling along his lower back spreading up it. He swallowed when he blinked a few times before taking a breath. "I-It's fine, Zashi! It tickles."

"It tickles?" Green eyes widened at him before flicking to the device next to them then back to him. There was a look of awe to them, a look of disbelief as his mouth dropped open ever so slightly and his brows raised. The blonde then looked to him again as he hummed, shifting slightly in his spot as he let out a little breath.

"Mhmmmm."

"So, you- It's okay? You're completely fine?" He nodded when eyes flicked over him restlessly before he then licked his lips before speaking again. "Do- I mean, would you want to go higher now?"

"Give it a few minutes." He raised his hands up to the blonde then and curled his fingers a few times. "For now I want you to come here."

Complying with his order the blonde was back in place above him and looking down with those wide eyes giving him a beautiful, perfect image. From the blush smothering it along his freckled cheeks and the bridge of his nose. To the sight of those golden blonde locks slithering over his shoulders with a few shorter locks hanging around his face. The wide eyes, sparkling with that disbelief and awe.

He then reached up to twist his fingers into his hair, cupping the back of his head tugging him back down. The blonde moved easily with his pull as the tingling and gentle vibrations had him humming softly. A sigh fanned against his cheek when lips pressed against his again. Without thinking that speed they had before they had broken apart was quickly resumed. As if they hadn't stopped for a second.

It was nice to feel like that. To know it was as effortless as it truly felt as locks of hair slithered agianst the back of his hand and through his fingers silkily. It was far too easy to melt into Kissing Hizashi. In losing himself with a simple press of lips to his own. The delight it brought with it to do such a thing. There was truly nothing he loved more than to kiss the blonde. It was like sitting in hot water.

In the sun. Tingling and warm. Letting out a little sigh himself, he slid his left arm down to curve once again around his side where he reached down without a touch of hesitancy. Grabbing onto his husband's ass earning him a surprised yelp. It melted into a low groan when he gave a fierce squeeze making the man shiver above him. Scratching lightly at the blonde's scalp, he moved his lips happily with Hizashi's.

And much to his delight, those lips began pressing harder against his own. Firmly creating the all too familiar smacking sound. The sheets rustled when he squirmed at that ticklish sensation that was soothed away by that gentle hum. Those tingles raced under his skin, however, and fed into that flickering heat beneath his skin. Heat that was smoldering down along his very bones. Sizzling its way through his veins.

Clawing idly just beneath his skin as he whined when the blonde leaned up onto his right arm again. With the position, it left a small gap between them and any other day, any other moment, he would protest that gap. Would complain and tug until Hizashi was settling down against him. Until Hizashi had him pressed tight to the bed. It was remedied when Hizashi's left hand pressed against his chest.

Fingertips brushed over the skin that was throbbing delicately from the hard beats of his heart. Sliding down with nails grazing over his skin as it slid lower to his stomach making his breath hitch. His legs twitched apart instinctively as he squirmed with a whine. The muscles of his stomach quivered viciously as those fingertips brushed lightly over them. He raised his hips instinctively off of the bed.

The light, brushing sensation of fingers following along his happy trail was mesmerizing. He knew where he was going. He knew, knew, knew. He whimpered impatiently at the same light scratch of his nails. The blonde then let out a shaky breath against his cheeks as the passion and heat made itself known in the kiss. And he answered to them. He tightened his grip on the blonde's hair earning him a soft moan.

He then pushed against the back of his head lightly as if it could possibly coax him to kiss harder. And he kissed Hizashi with that same strength, that same speed, had the blonde whimpering at him. It was a high, keening noise that had him shivering. He moaned softly when fingers wrapped around his half-hard, twitching dick making fingers tighten instinctively around the base. A shuddering breath fanning against his cheek.

In response, he tightened his own grip on Hizashi's ass. This earned him another of those stomach squeezing groans from his husband, hips bucking from his hard squeeze, and he knew he could keep his hand right there. Could squeeze, knead and claw at the cheek all he wanted but that wasn't an even split. It wasn't what he wanted. He released his tight hold on the blonde, brushing his hand against the curve of his waist.

The blonde whined at him, the sound ringing and far higher than he knew the blonde intended when it was strangled at his flinch. He then used his other hand to scratch softly at his scalp. He reached down between them to blindly follow the edge and dip of his husband's hip. Any sign of a building whine was gone when he heard that sharp breath being taken. Happily, he combed his fingers through the blonde pubic hairs.

Moving through them effortlessly, he wrapped his fingers around the blonde's own half-hard dick. And he refused to let that hesitance sweep in. Didn't give it a chance to take form. He settled into an easy, casual pace as he began stroking. Hizashi moaned down at him as lips pressed hard against his own creating that light tingling. He was burning. Scalding. Tingling from the pads. In that moment, he felt like a livewire.

As if every nerve-ending was standing to attention at that light, tickling sensation along his back and either side of his groin. His nails scratched over his husband's scalp and the blonde whined at him in that same reedy pitch though it was far from the ear ringing pitch. And he felt the twitch from such an action. He gave a squeeze to the erection as he curved his hand on an upwards stroke earning another whine.

He bucked his own hips up with a moan as he clung onto the blonde when the fingers around him tightened. He loved it. It was just as good as doing a sixty-nine, in his opinion. To stroke that twitching, stiffening erection while he received the same? It was amazing! Deliciously arousing. It was an addicting thing. To give pleasure while receiving it as well. He curved his hand as he slid upwards as he gave a squeeze.

The guttural growl it got him had his heart jumping frantically in his chest. He then rubbed his thumb against the head of the blonde's erection. An encouraging moan ripped from Hizashi as those lips pressed down fiercely. Kissing him with a passionate hunger, it felt the blonde would devour him head to toe. Eat him up and leave not a trace of him behind. Oh, if that didn't get him burning.

He moved his own lips in that same fast, hard manner with a passion of his own as he kept a light press on the back of his husband's head. To keep him there. To keep him from moving away yet. Rubbing the pad of his thumb against the head of his husband's erection with a low moan from the man. He knew he found the slit when he rubbed down viciously and another cracking, high whimper left the blonde.

He ground his thumb in tight little circles against it delightedly. Smearing a droplet of pre-come on his thumb before sliding his hand back down to the base to give a firm squeeze. He then resumed his stroking as he moaned at the blonde. At the fingers cleverly squeezing periodically on his erection as they curled in that twisting motion. He would be forever grateful he had shown the blonde it.

That his husband had adapted it so easily after a few demonstrations as it felt damn good. So good to feel the hand curving and twisting with each stroke until he was thrusting up into the blonde's hand. To have that hand stroke him only to squeeze and knead at him leaving him BURNING through those tingles radiating through him. It was easy to lose himself in the task. On kissing his husband with that passion.

The lust that was breaking through to rake at him from the inside out. Burning, ripping, razing him apart with each second that was passing by. Each stroke of Hizashi's hand sent it up another notch. Another jump for the flames that happily seared his veins, his skin, until he felt feverish. Desperate for relief. Focusing the best he could, he stroked the twitching erection in his hand delightedly.

Giddily. He squeezed when he reached the base only to slide his hand up towards the head, relishing the twitches from the action. From the PLEASURE it created. He whined when the blonde rolled his thumb around the head of his erection wickedly. Using quick swipes that smeared droplets of pre-come along the skin as they welled from the slit. He could lay in bed for hours. Kissing and touching.

Memorizing a body he had thought he'd committed to memory by this point. Discover those little dips, curves and touches that got the man above him whimpering and moaning. To find those places and know he did it right. It had his heart racing against his chest as he swallowed the pooling saliva in the back of his throat. Humming, he kissed the man with that same fervent manner. That same feverish frenzy.

It was an amazing little cacophony of noise from lips that moved with that frenzied lust, that feverish urgency and hunger. Actions that created that smacking each time they moved together. The shallow, hitching breaths that raced quickly. The rustling of the blankets beneath him as he squirmed. The whispering of skin on skin. The moans and groans flying out of them when fingers squeezed.

Stroking with such blatant delight only to slide up to rub and tease at the heads. All while the pads sent that ticklish, tingling electricity through him. That mild current beneath his skin that was vibrated away with each wave. Keeping it from being overwhelming. It was amazing how such a simple thing could have him squirming. Have him whining and whimpering with that sensation only for it to disappear.

To have it vibrated away only to come back in another circling wave that were happily provided by the pads. It was amazing. It was aweing. It all tied together beautifully, amazingly as his breath raced through his nose when he felt a light brush against his lower lip. Playful. He opened his mouth without a second thought as he met Hizashi's tongue, the light clicks of his piercing when a whine broke out of him.

It had his heart hammering when the blonde whimpered in response as he squeezed his fingers instinctively. Faster. He settled in a faster, quicker pace as he stroked the blonde which was returned to him. A squeezing, kneading rhythm mixing with a faster speed. Curling, twisting and squeezing had him bucking into Hizashi's hand with a moan. His breaths trembled shallowly in quick pants.

Pants that were identical to the ones fanning warmly against his hot cheek. To his surprise, another moan burst out of him when a thumb rolled in circles against the head of his erection in that delicious grinding pressure. And fuck if he wasn't going to return that. He did so by squeezing his hand around the twitching erection before sliding up to the head to return the favor. A groan flew out of his husband eagerly.

It was amazingly arousing to hear the moan harmonizing and trembling with his own fading noise. To feel how Hizashi squirmed above him restlessly with a sharp exhale breaking up his shallow panting. Thrusting into his hand in a frenzy. His own hips bucked up, thrusting into Hizashi's hand causing those fingers to tighten around him. And he responded kindly as the blonde twisted his tongue and flicked playfully.

He focused on undulating, licking and twisting his tongue with Hizashi's as he flicked at that metal ball. Hizashi moved his tongue upwards over his own and rubbed the bottom of that piercing against him. Stroking quickly, the blonde's hips bucked with a frenzy of thrusts into his hand as he moaned down at him. He jumped with a whimper when fingers rubbed at the head of his own erection.

Rubbing, massaging at the leaking head until he was squirming beneath the blonde with a moan flying out of him. A noise that was echoed by Hizashi as hips jumped eagerly into his hand. Fast, fast, fast. Squeezing, kneading, curving hands. How easily he could stay like this all night long. Lay right there taking every little bit of affection. Take ever drop of the lust and hunger and be satisfied at the end of it.

But he knew there were other settings to play with. He needed to be ready. As if they shared that thought, the kiss broke with a smack as he took a deep breath. It then flew out on a whimper aimed at the blonde when the hand moved away. His hips thrusted up urgently for that tight, warm squeeze of his palm. The smirk he got from the blonde had his heart jumping into his throat in an effort to strangle him.

The blonde moved back, pushing up with his right arm and swung up onto his knees. He watched the man crawl backwards from between his legs, twisting to then crawl towards the bedside table. He grabbed the lubes and condoms with a wrinkle of the wipes package being nudged. And then the blonde turned back to him. And what a beautiful sight it was. From those flushed smothering itself across his cheeks.

Burning vivid red in the tips of his ears where his hearing aids looked ready to fall out judging the way they wiggled with his movements. There was a flush on his chest from the force of that blush, the nipple piercings flashing at him and the messy look to his long hair had his heart positively racing eagerly as the man smirked widely at him. As if allowing him his moment to gawk. To ogle and admire

And to see those green eyes flick over him in a similar manner had him burning. Eagerly reaching his hands out for the blonde as he crawled forward, being mindful of the tube in his hand. "Someone's got a bit of a staring problem, huh? Hmmm, on second thought it's more like gawking that you're doing!"

"Mm, is it a staring problem if I'm looking at something I like?"

"Oh, do ya?" Brows shot up, a wide smirk curling over the blonde's lips as he placed down the lube in favor of opening the box of condoms. He ripped a square off and tucking it away quickly though he distinctively counted five. Five left. Then Hizashi plucked up the device, eyes flicking to him. "Are you ready to dive into the world of moderate elevens and twelves?"

"Go ahead. This is nice but it's more ticklish than anything." He got a hum from the blonde as the dials were twisted one at a time and he watched those black nails gleam at him in the low lighting. He could feel it very distinctively with each twist of those knobs as the pads reacted accordingly. "That's good, Zashi. Leave it at that. That thing goes to ninety-nine, doesn't it?"

"Mhmm! Ninety-nine but it gets a bit more intense closer to twenty-five or thirty. Muscle spasms if I remember right but we're not going any higher than that, so we have a good cap! That way you can experience most of it the best we can without going wild with it!" He hummed back at the blonde when eyes flicked over him restlessly before coming back to his face. "How does it feel? Too much? Or too little?"

"Fine. It feels fine, Zashi."

"You sure?"

"Yes, Zashi. Stop being a worry wart. It feels perfectly fine."

"Fine, fine! If it's fine then it's fine, just make sure to say somethin' if it gets to be too much, okay?"

He grunted at the blonde as he shifted. While that first setting had induced tingles, had sent that ticklish sensation rampant through him, this was different. It was like night and day already. It was an odd sensation but one he could think around. One he could live around though it was very hard to lose himself to it. "It- Let's keep going, yeah? I still need to get ready if you wanna fuck me into this bed like you promised."

"Cheeky thing! You just want to be filled up because it's been a while, baby! Want my cock that bad you'll let yourself play with electricity?" Eyes sparkled at him though the heat, the hunger in them smoldered through as the blonde put the device down. He then plucked up the lube with a little smirk. "You know, baby, I like staring at things I like too. And I gotta admit, I have a stellar sight I'm looking at."

He whined softly at the blonde as he watched with rapt attention to the sight of his husband squirting a dollop onto his fingers. The lube was then put down in favor of spreading it over his fingers. And Shouta found that the newest setting really did have more of a presence than the prior. Not unpleasant in the slightest bit. That tickling sensation was firmer, the tingling far more intense than anything.

Not at all like anything he had experienced from the pads or naturally. It was like his body had somehow become a high-powered vibrator. The hair on his arms raising at the presence of it running underneath his skin. However, he knew the effect it would have from what he had read. The nerve-endings would be more aroused and stimulation would feel firmer to him. That it would have more of a presence than those low settings.

It was an odd sensation how it felt like he was using a vibrator. How it was settling into him with a buzzing, vibrating frequency beneath his feverish skin making him squirm as he raised his hips up instinctively when the blonde spread his fingers. Looking over them as if to gauge if they were evenly coated or not. Taking his time. And then those fingers were sliding down as his dry hand reached down to part his cheeks.

It was a touch awkwardly with his thumb and fingers, but he didn't mind it one bit. They're sexual encounters were hard from completely sexy or sleek like in romance novels or the horrible fanfiction he had caught a few students reading on their phones beneath desks. It was always a touch awkward, a clumsy song and dance but God if he didn't love every second of it. Fingers rubbed against his hole.

His breaths trembled in a shallow, fast rhythm as that eagerness twisted into him. Unbearable excitement that was tearing into him wildly with those other sensations. All of it seemed to come together in a single goal of tearing him down into a shaking mess. It was heightened when those fingers settled into that familiar back and forth rubbing. The slick noise rang out from those teasing rubs.

Biting down on his lip, a harsh pressure that had it screaming. Tender from those hard kisses traded moments ago yet he bit down. Refused to let go. It was his only effort to keep down a noise clawing at his throat. And then the fingers rubbing against him alternated like they would any other time on his prostate. Up and down, up and down. Circles. Pressing but not quite diving in yet making him squirm on the blanket.

Tried to control the uneven tremor to his breathing as those fingers seemed intent on tormenting him. Rubbing, rubbing, rubbing. Pressing, pressing, pressing. It was maddening, is what it was. He tried his best to remain patient, yet the whine broke out of him as he bit his lip fiercely. It was a low, muffled noise that ripped free albeit quieter than it would have, and the blonde chuckled softly at him.

It felt positively wicked, evil of the man when he swirled his fingers in those circles against his twitching hole. As if he were delighting in teasing him in such a manner. Like every other damn time. Truly if he didn't know better, he would swear the blonde loved how his impatience could claw its way to the surface when it came to even the smaller things like this. His bottom lip throbbed from the harsh bite he was giving it.

However, it had gone from wanting to smother the little noise to needing to bite down. To refusing to let it go for if he did he'd lose every word in his head. Every sentence forming incomprehensible shrieks that told him what he wanted right that second. And he'd be damned if he started snapping and shouting at the blonde. Be damned as it would only fuel that teasing manner.

It would only serve for more of that beautiful, erotic torment the blonde could give him. But oh, that temptation to do it just so the blonde would give him what he wanted tonight was awful. He didn't want to rush but God if those rubbing fingers weren't making him squirm. Weren't making him impatient. And Hizashi knew. He fucking knew. All day long he had been dealing with teasing, playful kisses and cheeky remarks.

Things that had him flushed when they had a moment alone together. The blonde had been building the night up all damn day and all afternoon long yesterday. He was ripped out of his thoughts when a finger pressed against him firmly. Sliding in without a second thought leaving him breathless as his teeth dragged over his bottom lip fiercely. It came out on a weak little moan that had his husband's breaths shuddering.

That finger remained still as the blonde let him adjust to the sudden intrusion even if he knew he didn't need it. How eternally awful those few moments scraped by as he waited until he was meeting Hizashi's gaze again. It was only when he nodded frantically at the blonde that the finger began thrusting into him. A slow, casual speed that had him whimpering impatiently. Twitching when his finger rubbed against his inner walls.

Rubbing and pressing against it until he was squirming with a breathless whine left him as the blonde clicked his tongue at him though the smirk remained on his lips. He would more than happily let the man tear him apart piece by piece but there was a time and place. A time, a date, but not tonight. Not yet. He would happily let the blonde tear him apart later but now? Now he wanted to make it risky.

He wanted to feel it as the blonde gave him what he wanted. Wanted to feel the electric sensations so many gushed over online. To understand why others sang praises of it on those little comment sections he read for a few articles. To be a part of the crowd that was knowledgeable. And if this went well? Then he would slap these pads right onto his husband's sides and hips for him to feel it himself.

To feel the same tingles that were racing underneath his skin that had him squirming with that ticklish sensation. The firm feeling that merely fed into that little funny thought that he was a vibrator. Vibrating, buzzing with the help of those pads. The mild electricity running a wicked circuit under his skin that had him tingling. Had him squirming at how good it all felt mixed together like this.

The hands on his buzzing, tingling skin. The way his nerve-endings seemed to be going wild underneath the pads. It wasn't faint nor was it playful like that first setting they had used, and he loved every damn second of it. It felt damn good. He hissed in a breath when that finger rubbed just below his prostate before sliding away. It had him silently questioning if it was intentionally or unintentionally.

He saw Hizashi's eyes flash with that heat when he whimpered and it truly felt the blonde now had a goal. Each thrust had the pad of that finger rubbing at his inner walls consistently. Always just below his prostate sending that gut clenching wave of longing through him. Had him groaning lowly in his throat. Guttural as it tore out of him with the blonde's teasing nudges. He jerked his hips down to meet those slick little thrusts.

Pressing his head against the bed, he squirmed when Hizashi hummed softly at him. It was torturous. It was amazing. The way that way that finger rubbed and nudged dangerously below his prostate. It sent weak little tingles up his spine; sparks that flickered then died quickly. A taste that was here and gone leaving him with the choking longing. Furiously demanding he get the stimulation he wanted.

And so, he bit at his lip again despite the soreness from the action. Bit hard at the poor thing yet he couldn't- no, he wouldn't let the blonde know. If Hizashi knew he would do it every single time. Even if those eyes burned at him in a manner that told him he knew. That Hizashi knew exactly what he was doing. Shuddering, he groaned when the blonde hummed softly at him when that second finger began rubbing at him.

Light enough to be suggestive. Light enough to believed he imagined it had it not made his hole twitch when the tip of that finger pressed against him. Hating how that twitch betrayed the excitement. The eagerness for more. One more, one more. He didn't need three but damn if the thought didn't make his head spin at the realization. Of just how long it had been since they switched it up like that.

He gasped when that middle finger began pressing against him, squirming with pressure against his hole. Firm, unrelenting pressure until he slipped in. It slid in alongside that first time making his breath hitch as they held still despite his wordless, muffled whimper. His lip was begging him to let go, to release it but he couldn't. He couldn't think far enough to let that fierce bite go as he wriggled his hips.

Trying to coax the fingers to move. Dragging his teeth over his poor lip as his mouth dropped open to take a breath was an amazing little thing. However, it was easily forgotten as those fingers began their tasks on thrusting making him jerk his hips desperately to meet those teasing thrusts. Always thrusting deep enough to touch but never doing it. Always nudging beneath his prostate. It was amazingly torturous.

Always sending those damn sparks that faded away weakly the second he was pulling back yet it did what it was no doubt aiming to do. That frustrating longing twisted into him viciously. Tearing at his patience. Shredding through it quickly as his panting breaths shuddered and hitched down his throat making him twitch as those fingers rubbed at his inner walls before scissoring out. He shuddered through the light burn that came with it.

Ohh, he loved it. Loved, loved, loved it and he wouldn't dare speak a word of complaint over something unavoidable. A moan tore out of him as fingers pressed fiercely before coming together to create a maddening rhythm. Thrusting, thrusting, thrusting but never hitting it. Never touching. Pulling back to spread outwards pushing at his muscles before coming together to thrust again. It had him writhing with a whimper.

He tried jerking his hips down to get those fingers to sink deeper. To rub, grind and leave him a squirming mess from a single touch./ To give him those sizzling waves of heat up his spine. But the blonde jerked his hand back when he did so. It was by far the worst thing. The best thing. He didn't know what he liked more; getting that direct stimulation until he was impatient and crying out for the blonde or this.

What could be better? What could be worse? He couldn't tell as those fingers spread out once more pushing at his muscles as he heaved in a breath only for it to fly out on a whimper when those fingers came together as they thrusted into him with that same intention as before. Nudging but never directly stimulating. He was sure he'd go crazy, rip his hair out and SCREAM if he didn't have some kind of stimulation.

If those fingers never rubbed over the spot. It was a maddeningly, genius move on his husband's part and he knew once he had a clear head he would see it better. Understand why the blonde chose to tease him in such a manner. But it would be later, later, later. All thoughts of it washed away when the frustrated longing ripped into him when those fingers barely nudged again. Barely touching but so, so close.

It was awful. It was the best. He squirmed with a whine when the blonde pulled back once more to spread outwards, struggling to hold himself still through the little action and yet he was desperate. He had never, ever thought how desperate he would be for a single rub. For just one goddamn touch to the little gland. And dammit the blonde was driving him up the wall. Fuck, if it wasn't damn good.

He gnashed his teeth together when they pressed together only to continue that delicious, agonizing thrusting rhythm. Happily driving him crazy as he nudged at his prostate. And then there was a change. An upgrade right into a new form of torment. A light, barely there grazing over the spot. A snarling, snapping moan flew from him through his clenched teeth as he jolted. He was going absolutely crazy.

It was worse. So much worse to feel those fingers skimming over the spot that had him writhing against the blanket. Trying so very hard to jerk his hips to get those fingers to sink in deeper. To give those hard, wicked presses against the spot. Wanting it only to have the blonde click his tongue at him in such a playful manner, he swore he'd get this man back. Somehow, some way, he was going to get back at him.

He'd make the blonde regret ever adopting this maddening, teasing routine he pulled out of nowhere. He'd get him back and he'd make sure to drive the blonde positively feral as he did it and he would giddily delight in it. Whether it was tonight or tomorrow or months from now, he was going to do it. There was nothing that would be better than driving his husband up the wall. In making him go absolutely crazy.

"You're making a mess all over your belly, Sho! You like it that much? Do you want me to finger you all night while we play with the pads? Oh! Oh, are you mad at me?"

His face was uncomfortably hot when he raised his head up enough to find those eyes widening at him as fingers once again grazed over his prostate tearing another snarling noise out of him. Impatient. "Y-You're a son of a bitch!"

"My goodness, what a dirty mouth to go with such a look! Is someone worked up? You know how to fix it, baby!"

"How."

"You use your words! Tell me what you want, baby, and I'll give it to you, no questions asked!"

Oh, he swore by that tone alone if his face had been closer those fingers would tap his nose. And he was sure he'd bite those fingers and tear them from his hand for such a thing. "I'm-!"

"A big boy, aren't you? Can't you use your words and tell me? If you want something you say it, baby! Haven't I taught you that by now? Tell me what you want, Shouta! Let me hear it loud and clear!"

He was going to kill him. Kill him, bury the body, and get away with it. He swore he would. Gnashing his teeth at a light brush over the spot, fingers pulled back and spread out again he growled at the blonde. Then they spread again. And again. Back-to-back pushing at the muscles making him shudder as he forced his vocal cords to work with him. "F-Fuck me, Zashi! I want you to fu-fuck me now!"

"Oh? I don't hear a-"

"If you aren't f-fucking me in five seconds I will personally r-rip those fingers off of your hand and choke you with them!" He could hear the venom in the words spit through his clenched teeth as he watched those eyes widen at him. His eyes flicked down, however, at the twitch of his husband's erection against his stomach. "You are going to fuck me until I'm hoarse from screaming, you hear me?"

"My, my, so you want me to-?"

"Hizashi Yamada, I said five seconds! Or are you g-going to play stupid? I said fuck me! S-Stop teasing me and fuck me already! If you don't want me to kill you then you will! T-That means that you're going to give me it! Now!"

The fingers spread once again before they came together, pulling out with a slick noise that had him shivering. Then the blonde's hands scrambled over the blanket until he had the condom in his fingers. He ripped at the package with his teeth, nearly flinging the condom onto the sheets from the jerk and fingers dipped into the wrapper when eyes flicked to him. "You sound like such a brat, Shouta, you know that?"

"And you've been a fucking bastard teasing me like that!" Ohhh, he loved to push it but now? Seeing eyes flame at him like that as fingers trembled in the hurry to get the condom on? It had his heart hammering against his chest sickeningly with its strength. Amplified when his stomach twisted and dropped with the excitement of it. "You can just fuck it out of me, can't you? Make me regret it?"

"Oh, I can do that! The only question is are you going to make me regret teasing you like that? Are you gonna pin me to the bed, Shouta? Ride me until I can't take it anymore? Make me cum so much you wring me dry?" He shuddered as the blonde hovered above him with one hand planted above his head making him squirm as he arched his hips up higher for the blonde. "You wanna fuck me good tonight, baby?"

"Yes! Yesss, I'll m-make you fuckin' regret teasing me like that!"

"Good."

The blonde then smirked at him widely as if he were proud of him. Of their conversation. There was a look in those green eyes that had his heart racing. It was excited. Eager. He squirmed as the blonde leaned over him, reaching down one handed to spread him open. He then angled his hips forward to rub against him. It was a wicked, absolutely evil thing this man was doing, and he knew it.

He whimpered up at the blonde as he rubbed against him, the scratch of the condom making him twitch as the blonde to pull his hips back to adjust the position. To press the head against him in a nudging, nudging, nudging pressure that he held himself still through. Fought down those squirms as the pads continued their work in stimulating every little nerve-ending underneath them. Around them.

It felt as if they were vibrating his very skin with the electricity in a current that left him tingling. Left him eager for any stimulation. Anything. He inhaled sharply only to hold it down in his lungs as the blonde nudged against him playfully making him grit his teeth together once again and right then, right as he felt he would scream at the blonde, he was pushing forward with the pressure needed.

The right force. He slid in quickly making his tight jaw drop instinctively as his breath rushed out and hands slid up his stomach to his chest making him arch up with a breathless cry leaving him. Trembling, tight to his own ears as it lacked that inhale to feed it as his legs trembled lightly in the effort to stay STILL as the blonde inched forward until he was bottoming out. Until he got the dizzying pleasure of feeling his pelvis pressing tightly against him.

Everything about it was amazing. Aweing. From that beautiful, delicious stretch of the twitching erection pushing at him. Of the condom scratched lightly at his inner walls with that forward slide. It had his head spinning as the blonde's fingers dragged through the curls of hair. And then he was squeezing at his chest fiercely making him whimper as he arched up into his hands. Nails bit lightly into his skin with the squeeze.

Then those fingers drifted over his nipples in light stroking motions with his finger tips. Slick from the condoms lube, from the fingering, and yet it merely made it better. A slick little slide that was wiping away by the times palms pressed to his chest to flick thumbs over his nipples. It left him breathless as he ground his hips idly against the blonde. It was amazing. Addicting. He was vibrating from head to toe.

And he was loving every second of it. It was only made better when he felt Hizashi's hips jumping to copy his grinding rhythm making toes curl. He groaned ecstatically at the simplistic pleasure in something so mundane. Something he had done countless times. A tingling, tight ache settled itself with each flick of those thumbs against his hardening nipples. It had him squirming as he moved his hips faster.

Grinding beyond that idle, hesitant little motion and giddily delighted in how fast the blonde copied after him. Following his actions, his decisions, like he always did. Letting him set the pace. The rhythm. It was always an amazing sensation to know he had as much control as he did. Something he was assured over the years countless times that he did. Even if he KNEW countless times now, it was still exhilarating.

To know it. Feel it. To have it proven as his husband moving along with him after waiting. Watching to see what he would do, what he would choose and then copying it himself. Following after him without a word of doubt. Following no matter how short before they were lost in grabbing hands and wailing, snapping moans flying out. He heard a cracked whimper leave the blonde as hips pressed tightly against him.

Matched his grinding with a look of eagerness to him as that whimper trembled despite the little crackle to it. He shivered at the sound leaving his husband as thumbs flicked against his nipples. And then fingers came together to pinch tightly. Shuddering, he moaned as he finally gave in to the whispering urge. The voice telling him to move. He pressed his feet firmly to the bed as he moved his hips in a thrust.

This decision, this action of his, earned him another whimper from the blonde as fingers pinched tighter making him squirm with a gasp. Letting his gaze flick up to the blonde he felt his breath choke in his throat. That- Ohh, that look wasn't helping. Hizashi looked like he wanted to devour him. Blonde lashes quivered in that beautiful, heavy-lidded bedroom look he always adored. However, it was the look in them that got him.

It was that lust. That hunger that burned in those dilated green eyes. A look that had his heart skipping in its racing beats. Uneven pants left the blonde as his mouth dropped open as his brows twitched. Then they squeezed together creating the wrinkle he loved. The sight of that beautiful blush smothering itself over his cheeks obliterating his freckles. A bright, vivid red that had to match his own.

How it seemed to flush his chest. Burned the tips of his ears bright red to which he noticed his left hearing aid had slipped out of its place within his ear. Hanging in vain to the shell of his ear. He knew it wasn't going to stay. It was going to fall to the blankets once they got moving but it would be fine. He'd make sure for both of them Hizashi didn't burst his eardrums. He'd make sure the blonde was in control.

He'd keep both of them in control even if it did dry his eyes out for the rest of the night. Moving his hips again, he began an easily shallow pace that had his toes curling as he moaned enthusiastically. Encouragingly to the blonde. He could hear how it hurt his throat ever so slightly. Straining on its way out from the force and volume. He shuddered at that familiar scratch of the condom against his inner walls.

It was a sensation that was usually unnoticeable. Smothered by the additional lube they used if Hizashi remembered. He didn't mind it one bit, however. It was much better than "raw dogging" it like Hizashi has said countless times. But there was a special pleasure in that too. He had discovered very early in their relationship he wasn't one for unprotected sex. He hated the way it would drip down his thighs.

How it would soak onto the sheets beneath him and how it would require immediate movement after sex. Require him to go about the aftercare he loved that would feel more like a hassle. An annoyance when all he would want was to lay limply in the bed in the blonde's arms. Just for a few moments after sex. Of course, he wasn't opposed to doing it once or twice without a condom but back-to-back?

It wasn't for him. It wasn't what he liked at all and Hizashi respected it by making sure they were always stocked up. If they weren't? Well, there were plenty of times when someone was running out to the store closest to their home. But there was something arousing about the condom that he liked. Perhaps it was the little scratch of the rubber material against his inner walls. That it rubbed so damn good.

In fact, he was sure he loved it more than he loved those occasional moments of unprotected sex. A condom allowed him to feel the blonde as he reached his own orgasm inside of him without the mess. Without the hassle. He loved it and it hadn't changed once. He was pulled out of his thoughts when he realized he was moving faster.

That he had moved happily past that shallow depth for longer thrusts. Ones that really got him going. It had the both of their panting breaths racing unevenly. And then the blonde's nails dragged down his chest fiercely. Down towards his waist. His hips. Ohh, how his nerve endings seemed to go wild from the touch. The squeeze. He moaned with that same enthusiasm as he jerked his hips faster, faster, faster.

Using his strength to hit harder until it had the blonde wobbling back briefly before those hips began moving. Awkward, clumsy as they struggled to match his thrusts but once they did? It was damn good. Feeling the blonde moving with him was something he adored. Especially as they quickly met thrust for thrust creating that shiver worthy, addicting slap of skin against skin. And fuck if it didn't make him burn.

If it didn't scald him from the inside out as the sounds rang in the still air of the room. Filling it from wall to wall. It was shiver worthy how the moans, the groans and the whimpers and whines seemed to ring back into his ears delightfully. The ragged, uneven panting with the sharp, crisp slapping with each thrust. How it drowned out the rustling of the blanket beneath him when he squirmed.

And fucking hell, it was good, good, good! God, it was fucking amazing. The pads were doing their work in sending that tingling, tickling sensation underneath his skin as it was vibrated away in a never-ending current that had him whining at the blonde. This night, this choice, was going to be one of his favorites. He didn't know if he would ever revisit electrostimulation. He truly didn't but this was damn tempting.

Fuck him, he couldn't wait to try the multiprobe and the Electra loop cock rings later tonight. God if it wasn't the best fucking thing in the world. Nails clawed at his waist making him whimper as the blonde groan in that guttural, raspy manner. A toe curling noise that had him squirming with delight at provoking such a noise by merely moving. And he finally felt the itching prickle of sweat breaking out over his skin.

His fast, huffing pants merely made that spinning sensation in his head worsen. Had him spiraling as he met his husband's thrusts that were slamming against him with that pleasurable strength. It was like finally having an itch scratched somewhat. He could feel those little sparks beneath his skin at the indirect thrusts against his prostate. Knew it would take a little adjustment to hit it. And goddamn if he didn't want it.

To have just one hit, one touch to his prostate. Just one is all he needed. His mind instantly flew right to the attention to the tight squeeze of those hands on his waist. It left him helpless not to return the favor. Holding his hands up, the blonde leaned down closer to him with a hand leaving his waist to plant on the bed above him. To keep from falling on him but he wouldn't mind it. He would love to have that weight on him.

He shivered when the remaining fingers on his waist squeezed tight enough for both hands. He brushed his own fingertips down the blonde's back loving the squirm he got. The way the muscles trembled and flex beneath them as he reached down, down, down. The hitch in the pants above him sounded like a damn choke. As if the air were strangling him when he brushed his fingers over Hizashi's ass.

Giddily he grabbed at him tightly. Squeezing his ass with all the strength he dared to give until the blonde was moaning in that high, keening manner down at him. God, it was just like when they were in their early twenties. When he would grab and hold onto the blonde's flat ass tightly as hips slammed against him. Back when he showered the beautiful thing with attention. The praise it deserved.

And the cherry on top? The one thing he knew would drive Hizashi up the wall? He gave a hard, insistent tug at the blonde when he delivered a thrust. And fuck if the moan it earned him wasn't loud, ringing in his ears resulting in a stab of pain from the pitch of it but it wasn't anywhere NEAR as bad as it could have been. However, he knew he had to make sure it didn't happen again. He hated the muffled hearing.

Nothing was worse than walking around with it after a sexcapade with his husband. Yanking at the blonde the way he was always pulled at was a delight he didn't know he would love to do. To move his hips against the blonde while yanking at him. It brought with it a dizzying rush of pleasure when Hizashi moaned above him ecstatically. Encouraging him as he moved with each pull of his hands.

Doing it again and again until his own moans were trembling and mixing with his husband's. They would never be as high as the blonde's. He would never meet those frequencies but it was still amazing. Sent shivers down his spine to hear their moans and groans harmonizing together like that. To hear it creating a trembling, delightful series of noises. Sometimes, the blonde would speak in English.

Always, always. Leaving him a touch confused but it got his blood burning through his veins when he heard it. When he listened to the incoherent string of words being babbled at him in a murmur or a cry in English. There was something unbelievably hot, unbelievably arousing to hear the blonde switch between languages so effortlessly like he did. When he was so lost in his own head. In his pleasure.

So, so lost that he wasn't keeping track of what he said or what language until he was truly focusing. He squeezed the blonde's ass tightly as he yanked at him faster, faster, faster. Forcing him forward harder as he moaned at the man. Hizashi let out a high ringing whimper, a keening noise in response that resulted in a high pitch whine in his own ears. He moved his hips faster, harder against the blonde.

Then the hand on his waist pulled away and the blonde turned away from him. Grabbing at the device sitting on the bed next to them. His panting hitched and wavered when Hizashi halted his thrusts. He watched as Hizashi twisted at the dials one at a time, inching up higher and higher. And how different it was. A stark difference. Rather than merely tingling and tickling, there was a stinging sensation to it.

It was running over his skin now making him suck in a sharp breath. Oh, it still tingled beneath his skin but now the sharp sting had him snapping too attention. Especially when the muscles began contracting when the knobs were twisted one higher. A mild contracting once the dials were left alone as those burning eyes flicked to him. Gauging for any true pain. He merely tightened his hold on the blonde's ass.

He whimpered when he pulled at the blonde insistently. And with a groan, Hizashi complied with his yanking rhythm as his muscles then contracted from the pads. It was an odd, strange sensation when paired with that stinging. He wished he could think around it, but he couldn't. It dominated his mind as much as the scratching rub of the condom did. As the feverish skin hitting and sliding against his own did.

The hand on his waist clawed at him with a growl flying out of the blonde when he squeezed around the twitching erection. It earned him a few hard thrusts that had him whining at. He yanked fiercely at the blonde. Anything to recreate those hard thrusts that had him nudged in little sliding motions against the blankets. Coaxing Hizashi who happily complied with it as he moaned at the man.

It had him swallowing to keep from choking on the drool gathering in the back of his throat. He knew, he just knew, if he were in any other position? He'd be drooling shamelessly. Disgustingly. Panting raggedly, he could hear tiny little noises croaking out of him as he clung fiercely onto the blonde. He wished he could say he would hold out longer. That he wasn't going to tip over the edge that hadn't been there.

That hadn't been within distance, he swore it, but here he was. Right there balancing and teetering closer to the edge of an orgasm as he huffed out his breaths. Feeling each one scraping his tight throat as his brows twitched from the tight clench. His face was uncomfortably hot and his mouth felt incapable of shutting. Incapable of humoring biting at his bottom lip again. Not when his lungs screamed for air.

Screamed for faster breaths to be taken until he truly was choking on them. The blonde moaned when he tightened his grip on his ass, squeezing at the only grounding thing he had in that moment. The only real thing in his dizzying pleasure. Fuck, the stinging sensation had him twitching as his muscles contracted in bursts. Euphorically arousing when paired with the hard thrusts now being delivered at a steady pace.

It was easy to hear those quiet grunts spilling out of his husband that peppered in between those shameless moans and the throatier groans and growls had him rushing towards it. The mumbled words in English were driving him to it. That lustful, greedy look he saw in those green eyes had him burning up. Digging his nails into the blonde's ass, he happily yanked at his husband eagerly and urgently.

As if it would possibly make the blonde pound against him harder. Coax him to go faster despite the rhythm already being used as he panted. Squirming, he met those thrusts giddily and he knew for sure as the sun would rise that he was going to limp. He was going to be sore again, he was going to be tender, and goddammit if it wouldn't be worth it. After all, he did have some control in the rounds.

Another round tonight wasn't sounding too bad. After all, the way his mind was going? Well, a round or two additional wasn't going to hurt a single soul, would it? And it certainly wouldn't hurt to continue playing with their E-stim kit, would it? He moaned pressing his head back against the bed at the thought. Hizashi then leaned down peppering kisses along his chest, crawling up to nip at his collar bone.

Taking the chance of the open area. The chance to attack the skin and he let out another moan as he arched his chest up. Begging, pleading, without saying a word. He couldn't find them, anyhow. They were flying away from him faster than ever with each slam of those hips against him. Ran away and fell apart when he tried piecing them into something coherent. He could only hope Hizashi understood.

And it seemed he did. Lips were moving up to kiss the skin throbbing lightly from his racing heart. Kissing up towards his exposed throat only to nip at his Adam's Apple teasingly. He felt those ragged, fast breaths fanning hotly against his feverish skin. Knew the temptation presenting itself to him. Yes, there was makeup they could use. Yes, it would work. But underneath a capture weapon all day?

It could smudge. It could rub off. He didn't understand makeup too well but if it did that? He would hate it. He would be teased mercilessly by students and teachers alike, to which he didn't need. And so, hickeys above the collar were reserved for holidays. Long vacations when they could heal up in peace. Lips pressed against his throat before moving away as he squirmed when the hand on his waist slid down.

Following along the shape of his hip then moving over, over, over. And then fingers were brushing along the underside of his twitching erection making him cry out eagerly. Thrusting his hips up when the blonde moaned against his chest. He stuttered in his thrusts when he did so yet he didn't care. All that mattered at that second were the fingers wrapping around him tightly. Squeezing with that perfect pressure.

He moaned loudly when the blonde began stroking quickly at a pace that matched the speed of those pounding thrusts. It had him squirming against the blanket as hair clung to his forehead from the sweat gathering in a sheen there. Beading then sliding down his temples as he saw a single droplet roll down the blonde's flushed cheek. So close, so close, so close. He was building closer to it as that stinging sensation zapped at him.

God, he was going to burn away. Melt through the bed with the heat radiating under his feverish skin. Those pads stung at him again and again making him jerk and twitch in response as muscles contracted periodically. It was so unbelievably good at that moment. Like any pain with sex, it was a matter of USING it at the right time. And he was so dangerously close, he just needed- He wailed loudly, the noise shrill as it tore out of him

Hizashi grunted when he squeezed around him but the adjustment of his hips before his next thrust seared him. Heat boiled through his veins making him moan in that high, keening manner as his husband. Writhing from the scalding pleasure sizzling up his spine threatening to burn him from the inside out. And God, if he wouldn't welcome that. He was getting that stimulation finally, finally and it was good.

He clutched at the blonde as he hit and rubbed against his prostate again and again. The pleasure of it had him shaking, had his legs threatening to give out on him as his hands clawed at the blonde's ass desperately. A cry ripped out of him at another harsh wave rushing up his spine and he yanked at the blonde. Wave after wave ate its way up his back viciously. He trembled as he arched up.

Pressing his chest tightly to Hizashi's, he panted unevenly at a racing speed that rasped down his throat. Damn if that stinging wasn't ruling over him in that moment but he didn't care. He couldn't stop them, couldn't think about asking to turn the device off. Not when all that matter was the orgasm he felt building was racing to the peak. Each rubbing hit had him jerking as he moaned frantically at his husband.

Giddily enjoying how hips moved in a frenzy, squirming and writhing against one another. Felt a droplet of sweat hit against his cheek but he didn't care one little bit when teeth bit at his jaw lightly. moving on to crawl up his sweaty cheek. And then, then, then beautifully and perfectly, the blonde buried his face into his throat crying out when he squeezed instinctively. And much to his delight his husband changed it.

The blonde's hips abandoned that harsh pounding pace that had their skin slapping together sharply. Crispy. Instead, he did something so much better in his opinion. Hizashi was gasping, panting wildly agianst his throat as he gained the jagged, jackhammering thrusts. Harsh, wild hits that had his eyes rolling back as his lashes fluttered shut. Fast, fast, fast, hard, hard, hard. He didn't know if he was shouting that chant.

Didn't know if he was talking but the blonde was complying with each word. Each chant of them. He swore he could feel the bed moving beneath them from the frantic, frenzied movements. He was melting, melting, melting. Each thrust had him driving closer, closer, closer to the peak as each breath was feeding into a cry that tore its way out of his throat. Heard those muffled, huffing cries against his throat.

Oh, how each one had a shiver running down his back just to hear them. TO feel the huffing breaths against his throat with the vibrations of each of those muffled, breathless cries leaving the blonde. The stinging jolts from the pads pairing with the clenching of his muscles was shoving him to the edge. And he was almost there. Close, close, close, close. So close. He was twisting, writhing trying to find his words, but he couldn't-!

"Fuck! F-Fffuck, baby! Haah, Jesus you're- Nnnnghn! So good! Y-You're always getting better! H-Hhhow are you always ge-getting better? Mmmf! You feel so good, baby, so good! I-It's a damn shame I can't f-fuck you ever day! Wanna be in you all the time! So good, so g-goddamn goood! Ohhh, shit! Ah! Ahhhnn, I love y-you, Shouta! I-Nnnghn! Shouta, Shouta!"

"Yes! Yes, yes, yesss! Zashi, baby, cum with me! I- Nnn! So good! It's so good! Ohhh, God, i-it feels fu-fffuckin' good! Ah! Ah! Ah! Mmmf! I-I love you too! Always so g-good! So good! Love your ha-hands! Fingers! L-Love your cock an-and pretty eyes lookin' at me l-like that! Oh! Ohhh, fuck me! Ahnn, Zashi! Zashi, Zashi, please! Sh-Shhit, baby, mmm! G-Gonna fuck you all night! All night! Make you cum again and a-again!"

"Fuck yeah! Mmm! I-I'll let you! Let you ride me all n-night long! Love watching you ride my c-cock! So pretty! Fuckin' yourself on me! Mmmnn! G-God, baby! Ah! Ohh, sshit! Shit, you love t-this so much? Love it? Love my c-cock? Y-You just love being fucked into the ma-mattress! Love g-gettin' your ass poudned and I love giving it to you! Love it, Shouta! Hnnn so much! So much, baby!"

"I do! Nnn, I l-love it! Ah! Haah, please! Mmmf! Please, Zashi! Ha-Harder! Harder, harder! Yes! Ohhh yeah, yeah, yeah! There, there! Please! F-Ffffuck! Ah! Nnnghnn, God, yes! Yes, yes, Zashi1 Fuck me, f-fuck me so goood! Mmm! I-I'll give it t y-you so fuckin' good! Promise! Oh! Ah, ah, close! Close, Zashi! S-So fu-fuckin' cloose!"

"Shit! Shit, baby! I'm- So good! You're so-! Ah! Ohhh, ah, shit! G-Gonna cuumm! I ne- Nnn! Cumming! Shouta, Shouta, cumming!"

"Yes! Yes, yes! I'm- Close! Close, Z-Zashi! Almost- yeah! Oh, shit, yeah, yeah! Like that! Like that!"

His throat ached from the wails and screams tearing themselves out of him but he could care less. He couldn't focus when the blonde lifted his face from his throat to hover up above his own. And much to his giddy excitement, they crushed down to his own. He tightened his holds instinctively on the blonde earning him a throaty, loud moan into the kiss that had him flinching from the sensitivity in his ears.

The blonde choked it down in response to his flinch but it was still so, so good to hear. A damn delight is what it was. Hizashi's moan began a strangled, croak of a noise as lips pressed down and moved quickly with a dizzying speed. God, his lips had never tingled so much. He swore he could feel them swelling with every passing second as he happily kissed the blonde. He bucked his hips up into the blonde's hand with a moan.

The hand stroked him fast, fast, fast with curving motions of his hand as he slid up to rub at the slick head. He could do this all night. Again and again like he promised. His pants huffed out desperately as he tried to catch his breath. Something that seemed all too intent on flying out of him. It had his head spinning horribly as he clung to the blonde moaning ecstatically. He felt drunk off of the sensations.

Had him spiraling with that blistering heat as soft huffing noises left him, ringing out from the back of his throat. Little things that had the blonde kissing him fervently. Urgently. His chest would surely be heaving if he had the space. But fuck, he loved the tight press of Hizashi's chest against his own as they squirmed against one another. Involuntary movements between those pounding thrusts being delivered by the both of them.

It was an amazing give and take that had him burning up. Moaning out into the kiss, he clung to the blonde fiercely as those lips slid and pressed harshly against his own. He could hear those muffled little cries spilling out of both of them with each breath being taken. Muffled, back of the throat noises as he dug his nails into the blonde's ass. This pulled a loud moan out of the blonde, trembling and keening in its pitch.

And that moan trailed off into a growl as those hips pounded against him viciously when he tightened around the blonde's twitching erection. Hizashi's hips pulled back then slamming forward in those long, hard thrusts that had he loved. Had his lashes fluttering against his hot cheeks as his eyes rolled back again. He couldn't tell what it was that did it. The pads, the thrusts or the fingers but he was done.

He was breaking the kiss and pressing his head against the mattress crying out. His orgasm tightened, tightened, tightened. The muscles in his stomach were flexing fiercely and his thigh muscles jumped before clenching with the washing heat. It snapped. Snapped from one harsh thrust from his husband right to his prostate and he was tumbling. Burning, burning, burning. Tightening his grip, he clung to his husband.

His cry choked off in his throat, silently as his mouth dropped open with a wheezing breath. His brows squeezed tightly together, the muscles twitching as he dug his nails into the blonde. Holding on as the heat washed through him. He shook through his orgasm, stiff against his husband as the blonde thrusted into him. And then his mouth shut with a clicking of teeth. Fingers clenched tightly around his twitching erection.

A rather snapping, guttural groan flew out of his husband that had him trembling as hips ground against him with that final thrust. He swore he could hear those teeth gnashing together as his pants hissed through his teeth. And oh, did he fucking love it. So damn much. His lungs felt frozen in an expanse. Remained that way when the blonde wheezed out a breath from above him. Shaking horribly on it's way out.

Once his his orgasm ebbed out of him, he could finally breathe. Wheezing in a similar gasp, he heard the blonde slurring out moaned words above him in English. The blonde was shaking as he remained stiff against him. Words he couldn't piece together mingled with his name. It sent shivers down his spine feeling the erection twitching and throbbing as if just as frantic as the rest of Hizashi.

A gasp was taken as he slumped into the bed, the pads continuing their stinging and vibrating manner that had his trembling muscles contracting weakly. The electricity from circuiting underneath his skin stung and tingled in a never ending circuit. He whimpered as his husband let out a heavy breath and Hizashi then reached over quickly. His hand was shaking as he fumbled for the off button on the device.

Once he hit it, the sigh that flew out of him earned a breathless giggle from the blonde. And then the little device was dropped to the bed as lips then attacked his sweaty face. He released his tight hold on the man's ass in favor of sliding his hands up his sweaty back. He then delightedly wrapped his arms around him tightly with a breathless little laugh himself. Giddily leaning in, he fluttered his own lips over Hizashi's equally sweaty face.

Burning hot cheeks sizzled underneath his lips. He then kissed the tip of his nose earning another giggle from the blonde. He then kissed the adorable smattering of freckles on the bridge of it then along his cheeks again. His forehead, his jaw and his chin only for the blonde to slowly pull his hips backwards. He slipped out with a rather lewd slick noise making him shiver as the blonde slumped over.

Swinging to the side he flopped onto the bed with a grunt. He then tugged him closer to which he happily complied with as he squirmed closer. Burying himself in the blonde's arms as he cuddled into the man. It was awkward with the pads still on either side of his groin but he didn't mind it one bit. He squeezed his arms around his husband, clinging onto him as he buried his face into his throat.

Ragged, fast pants filled the silence their moans and groans had filled seconds ago. The slapping of skin, the whimpers and whines. Sliding a hand up, he stroked it over the golden locks softly. Humming when fingers combing through his own as a thumb moved in a comforting circling motion along his back. He began moving his own fingers through the long locks of hair. a shaky sigh left him.

Despite the pads clinging onto him rather annoyingly, it was easy to ignore. After all, it was much better to marvel at the slick feel of his husband's sweaty skin against his own. The feverish heat beneath his left hand was a comfort. An amazing, comforting little pocket as he curled against the blonde who nuzzled a cheek to the top of his head. Fast, ragged pants warmed the top of his head as the blonde snuggled into him.

The comfort in that hand began sliding up and down his back was amazing. Blissful in his afterglow. He pressed a few light kisses against Hizashi's throat. The blonde let out a breathless little laugh. He chuckled when he felt lips peppering kisses against his hair. To even them out enough to speak as he clung onto the blonde who swallowed. He then pressed another kiss up beneath the blonde's jaw.

"Y-You know I love you, right, baby?"

"Ye-Yeah, I do. I love you too, Z-Zashi. Why are you a-asking me that?"

"'Cause you k-know I hafta say it!" The blonde then pressed his lips to the top of his head again as he scrounged his memory only to groan out. "Th-That was pretty electrifying wa-wasn't it? Eh? Eh? It was qu-quite a shock, you m-mmight say!"

"I'm divorcing y-you! It's over, you c-can take your shit and go!" The laugh he got was bubbling, cheerful and adorably infectious despite being so utterly breathless. Arms squeezed him tightly to the blonde's chest. "I c-can't believe I let you fuck my brains out and now yo-you're making shitty puns! My god, y-you're fuckin' obnoxious!"

"And you love me!" Hizashi crowed those words with such delight as arms squeezed him again making him laugh finally, giving into it. The short bark of laughter flew out of him and the blonde giggled above him. A cheek nuzzled the top of his head. "So, y-you wanna take a breather? Get some water? Get unattached? Because earlier you promised to m-mmmake me regret teasing you! Are you going to be able to do that, baby?"

Grinning he yanked lightly at the blonde's hair earning him a reedy noise from the blonde, strangled down in his throat. He then used the angle to press another series of little kisses against the blonde's throat. "I think I've proved t-time and time again I can handle it! The only question is can you? I think I distinctly r-remember you saying I can milk you dry, didn't I? I have my work cut out for me if that's the case, don't I?"

"If that's your g-goal, I'd be honored to let you milk me dry! It'll make our last choice all the more special if we have to t-take another break, won't it? We'll make it really special." He tightened his own arms around the blonde as the hand on his back stilled. Fingers then combed through his messy hair then sank down to scratch softly at the nape of his neck. "I'll make sure y-you have fun, baby."

"O-Oh, will you?"

"Of course! Then we can start p-planning for another challenge! Won't that be fun?"

"Mhmmm. Let's just focus on tonight, yeah? I already h-have one challenge I have to take down so let's worry about finishing our bi-bigger one and you're going to have to focus on regretting it, you know. I want you to pay attention to me a-as I make you regret teasing me like that!"

"I guess you'll have to make me pay attention, won't you? Can you do that, baby? Force me to pay attention?"

Letting his grin deepen into a smirk, he rolled slightly to the left then shoved himself forward rolling the blonde onto his back as he straddled his waist. Eyes widened at him, but he saw it for what it was. An act. A beautiful, sweet little act that couldn't hide the heat he saw in them. The greedy, lustful hunger he had become accustomed to seeing. "Oh, I think I can absolutely do that. The only question is will you be good and watch me as I do it?"

"I don't think I-I could take my eyes off of you even if I wanted too, baby!"

"Good! Then pay close attention and by the time I'm d-done with you I think you'll have a remorseful bone or two in you. After all, it's not fair for you to tease your husband, you know. Seems like a punishable offense, doesn't it?"

"Mmmm, I think it's one hundred percent fair! Definitely a punishable offense for me. I think me taking everything you have to give me is fair enough, isn't it? Teach me a lesson, Shouta."

"Oh, I will. Pay attention this time, got it?" He loved the answer smirk curling over his husband's lips as he leaned down closer to that flushed face. So close to his own as eyes smoldered up at him. Hands slid down his sides sending a wave of weak tingles underneath his feverish skin as he smirked back at him. "Now, let's get started, yeah?"

"Fuck yeah, baby!"