Fifty Darker Shades of EraserMic

by CrypticBeans

A new saga of fifty chapters of straight smut! Enjoy! (Sequel to Fifty Shades of EraserMic!) ***Currently being rewritten/revised***

11. In the Night

Hizashi was used to sleepless nights. As a child, sleep had come with difficulty for quite a few years following his adoption. Even now, he had spent countless nights awake that he'd hidden from his husband due to his mind running around. Thoughts that simply wouldn't stop stinging him until he climbed out of bed once again. He had medication to take at night as needed should he need it but it was easy to forget about it. He hadn't had a rough night without sleep in God knows how long but he'd been thankful for it.

He'd always felt bad for his husband once he learned about his insomnia. The light sleep he suffered with for years and he'd done his best to remedy it for the black-haired man. Tried to make their bedroom a comforting area for the man to drop off into. Tried to establish that welcoming atmosphere for himself when he needed it. Sleepless nights had been a common thing for his husband along with himself. There were things that needed to be done that simply hadn't been touched upon during the daylight hours.

It often led to late nights where he'd fuss about trying to get his tasks done. Many late nights with the low dining room lights on as he and Shouta sat at the table doing their grading. Nights spent in the living room tapping away at his laptop while Shouta threw laundry in the dryer for tomorrow. Small tasks that had been forgotten when they were constantly going, going, going throughout the day with their task list ever growing. It certainly proved to be something that left him frazzled by the end of the day.

Left him high strung on the best of days when he was chasing after a seven-year-old Eri who was merely growing bolder in her curiosities. In pushing boundaries of that curiosity until he was sure the girl would give him a heart attack. Make him go gray before he was pushing fifty. There was hardly rest during the work week when that list of tasks was growing. When papers needed grading throughout the week and lesson plans tweaked for the best results. Hours ate up by that ever-growing task list of theirs.

Something that had them flying about to get done. It was merely inevitable he would find himself up late at night with Shouta but there were quite a few nights when he'd be up on his own. Slipping out of bed when he'd needed a moment to work out that strange energy. Nights spent sitting on the counters in the kitchen as he nursed a cup of water. Ate a few Oreos he'd snagged from the pack they kept up on top of the fridge. He rarely had a rough nights like his husband but there were simply some nights he couldn't.

When sleep refused to come to him. Where nothing he did would work and he remained alert. It was something he had come to accept it long ago. That some nights he was merely keyed up with no soothing balms of his working. Shouta, of course, had taken noticed of that odd sleeping pattern of his in the events of Oboro's death. When his sleep hardly touched him until he was dead on his feet trying to power through the rest of the school day. Trying to throw himself into tasks that kept his hands busy.

Kept his mind busy. It was only when they began having the occasional sleep over at his house in those early days did he realize Shouta was watching him. Tallying up the nights he spent avoiding his bed like the plague. The nights he simply couldn't sleep that led to hours on his phone trying to find something to soothe him to sleep. It was only when they'd moved into their first apartment did his husband confront him about it. Tried to get him to take his pills at night much like he was reminded to take his morning pills.

He hadn't seen much of a need but at the time he'd tried to sooth the black-haired man by doing what he could to sleep at night. At least, without the aid of alcohol that he'd been using during those years. It was always touch and go with his sleep. Some nights were easy to figure out when it flared up. To find the source to satisfy his racing mind enough to let him sleep. Other nights there simply wasn't a cause for it. It always led to a frustrating night for himself and Shouta but should they both be up at night?

It was easy to fall into a night time routine similar to a daytime one. One where they'd get things ready to either complete that night or leave until the morning to finish up. However, on the nights he could sleep it was right as his head hit the pillow. Mere seconds he could slip into sleep due to the lack of distractions around him when his hearing aids were out. He was naturally a heavier sleeper than his husband. Always had been. But with the aid of Shouta's nighttime pills, the black-haired man slept just as heavily.

It was easy to sleep with his husband at night but some nights simply weren't it. There was no rhyme or reason to them. His mothers had initially thought it was insomnia only to be proven right with it being deemed a mild case of it by the doctors. From there he had heard all different opinions on it. On an origin on what caused it. There was one that had stuck to it as the most rational. That his mild insomnia flare ups stemmed from his ADHD. That it was a key factor they could connect to his bouts of insomnia.

It wasn't anywhere as awful as Shouta's nor did his flare up as often but it was still there. It was a small chance of it happening but it was possible. He hated that unpredictability. Because he knew - whether it was said out loud or not - that Shouta needed him to sleep. There had never been a word breathed to him but he knew it was comforting to his husband. Knew it helped him sleep easier after years tangled up together. A comfort necessity. It was like he was a stuffed animal his husband could clutch close.

Something he could curl and cuddle into as he slept. And he absolutely adored the thought and idea that his husband needed him to sleep. Those sleepless nights of his, however, ruined it. And with that in mind, he did his best to find solutions for himself along with Shouta. A sound machine, herbal teas to drink at night for him and Shouta, and their weighted blanket. The vanilla milk his mothers' had made him as a child. The fancy pillows that remained cool over night that he'd been eyeing online seriously.

Considering wasting the money on them before Shouta voiced them to be a lost cause. That nothing ever worked the way they were advertised half the time. He tried everything to ensure a stable night time routine from their showers and pajamas right down to the smaller things. Following their showers with his herbal tea. His husband would knock back his nighttime pills with a cup of warm vanilla milk that he'd milk at his husband's request. Often times, he would follow his tea up with that warm milk before going to bed.

Another additional tactic. And he'd be out like a light when their bedside lamps were off and his hearing aids out. When he had the musky vanilla scents of his husband's soaps that he could drown in. The warmth of his body curled against him. However, it always made him a touch irritated when his insomnia would flare. When it would rip him away from that comfort of slipping into bed with his husband. When he was wide awake while his husband slept as he tired to make out his features in the darkness of the room.

Trying to keep himself quiet when he inevitably found himself staring at the darkened ceiling as cats curled around their feet and legs. Doing so until he slipped out of bed. There was no telling when it would happen or how but God it was insufferable. Friday nights were an exception to being up all night over the years given they had the weekend. It was a rational exception given it was for work just like most of Shouta's patrols at night were. However, the nights he couldn't sleep always grated on his nerves.

Left him snappish and "cranky" in his husband's words. Irritable. He wished he could say it was something he could grow accustomed to. That he had all of his life to grow accustomed to it but he wasn't. Flare ups of that mild insomnia always worried him until he was far too keyed up. On nights like those he would happily go for a ride on his motorcycle. To do so until he felt that drowsiness on his way home. He'd rip down the highway and back after a scenic drive with that intention on riding until he was rid of that restlessness.

Often taking the backroads among the foliage before returning home. But given it was winter that was an impossibility. Not only did Shouta hate the idea of him riding his bike in the winter he did as well. He had never risked riding in the winter after he had wiped out one winter. A slim chance it could happen but it was the fact there was a chance at all that bothered his husband. He knew that it wasn't smart to risk it yet he never could control that longing. It was as if he were shoved between a rock and a hard place.

And tonight was no different. Drumming his fingers lightly on the keys of his laptop, Hizashi let his gaze flick up to the back door where the snow swirled down. Sticking to the feet there with a quiet howl to the wind when it picked up in a gust. The powder of snow over the existing feet of snow dusting off gave it a magical sight in the darkness. He tore his gaze away as he sighed softly before raising his hands up. He couldn't sleep. He'd gone through his nighttime routine with Shouta after the poor man began yawning.

Nodding off on the couch after he'd put Eri to bed. His husband had fallen asleep within minutes of hitting the pillow without the need of his medication. He, on the other hand, had been restless. Unable to think of sleeping no matter how long he lay there with his eyes shut. Trying to chase after sleep that rewarded him a fitful two hours of sleep. It was only when Shouta released his strangle hold on him enough for him to roll over that he gave up. To lie down at eight thirty only to be awake at eleven-twenty?

That was a torturous frustration on its own merits. It had been all too easy to slip free from his husband's loose hold on him when his legs had begun squirming restlessly. Grabbing his laptop, he'd retreated through the dark house to the dining room. He shifted in his chair causing it to squeak lightly as the dimmed glow of his screen lit up his hands and keyboard. The table before him. A bright point in the darkness of the ground floor as his fingers drummed restlessly over the keyboard. Keys clicking lightly.

The idea to make himself that warm vanilla milk concoction had been tempting. All too tempting yet he made not a single move to do so. Not yet. He stared at the blinking cursor of his half written email to the radio station as he pursed his lips. He rocked his knees side to side quickly beneath the table causing his hair to tremble in a light sway over his shoulders. Down his back as the table jiggled lightly from his agitated movement. There was a dry itch to his eyes the longer he stared at his dimmed screen.

Lifting his hands up, he slid his fingers beneath his glasses to grind the pads of them against his eyes. Scrubbing them firmly as he let out a slow breath into his palms. He didn't want to be awake. He didn't want to be sitting at the kitchen table unable to sleep. To have that itching, howling urge to take his bike out until that restlessness was gone. Until he was so tired, he was trudging over the floor with his boots on his feet when he hit the bed. Didn't want to be awake wanting someone with him. But he couldn't do that.

Sighing out into his palms again, he dropped his hands away as he blinked at his screen. It was often he wished Shouta was awake with him but he couldn't shake that longing. To have someone with him that was just as awake. Given the late hour he knew it was impossible to expect something like that. Wrong to wish his husband would wake up and join him in the dining room. To spend restless nights the way they usually do when they couldn't sleep. Taking a deep breath, he brought his hands back to the keyboard.

The light taps as his fingers struck the keys were loud in the darkness of the house. In the dim lighting of the dining room around him. Dimmed down given the late hour rather than to have them on their usual settings. As much as he wished Shouta would join him, he wasn't going to have the lights on to draw him in should he wake up. Peek his head out of their bedroom doors. It would be a moth to a flame effect. He didn't want to disrupt his husband's sleep schedule but God he wished he could go to sleep.

That he could return to their bedroom and join the black-haired man in bed with the full confidence he'd sleep. That he knew what he did with his sleeping medication, but he couldn't remember where he'd tucked it away. Somewhere in the bedroom he was sure, but he'd have to ask Shouta. Question his husband on where it was tucked away. He refused to tear their bedroom apart at such a late hour. Refused to go on a silent scavenger hunt for a bottle pills with the flashlight on his phone. He couldn't wake Shouta that way.

Even if the alternative meant he'd suffer without them. To remained keyed up until he eventually was running on fumes that screamed at him to go to bed. He could bear a sleepless night. He wasn't a fan of energy drinks but dammit if he had to pound a few cans to stay alert then he will. There was a light pink from the speakers from Messenger which he pulled up on his desktop. A message from Tensei about some plans made by Nemuri the other day. Typing out a quick response, he couldn't help but wonder why the man was up late.

He normally refrained from doing so but here he was texting him near midnight. Curious really but he closed out the app quickly to return to his email. Drumming his fingers over the keyboard once again, he resumed typing. It was better to get it done now and start grading a few essays before he tried to go back to bed. Rocking his knees, he bounced lightly in his seat with a low hum as he listened to the tap of his keys. It would be better to get the ball rolling on topic ideas for his show rather than do it last minute.

To have the six days before his show to plan out and research into his topics. It was better to plan ahead of time even if it was nearly midnight on a Saturday night. God knows he remembered when it didn't mean anything to be up at midnight. When he'd sit on the couch of their apartment in their youth with a bowl of ramen he'd thrown in the microwave with a bowled egg. Devouring late night snacks until he was throwing together something for Shouta. Something fast for him to eat when he came in from his patrols.

But their relationship had been growing rocky back then. Tonight, he wanted to be in bed. Sighing out sharply to himself, he forced his fingers to continue moving over the keyboard with the click of the keys ringing out. He couldn't help but wonder if maybe something hot in his stomach would make it better. If it would relax him. He'd already had his usual tea before bed to help him relax like it normally did. Hell, he'd been half tempted to use their white noise machine for that rain setting they both loved.

And while he knew he shouldn't eat at night - let alone close to midnight - they did have some left-overs from dinner on Friday. If he remembered right, he'd made a corn soup that night to go with a few other things. Those were more than likely gone but he could check for the soup. If he had too, he could merely heat up a pack of ramen on the stove or the microwave. Shifting in his seat as he finished typing out the email, he began to scan over it with a low hum. Scouring through to correct any spelling and grammar.

Cleaning it up before sending it off as he then shifted in his seat. Should he eat? Or just skip right to that warm vanilla milk? He needed something to soothe the restless thrum under his skin. To warm him from the inside out. He could always take a warm bath in their upstairs bathroom. Eri and Hitoshi were notoriously heavier sleepers, and he wouldn't disturb his husband if he did so. A warm drink paired with a hot bath could do it, couldn't it? Clicking his tongue lightly at himself, he began to scroll through his email.

Searching for any other emails he may need to respond too when there was a jingle of a bell. Looking over, Void sat in the chair next to him with those big yellow eyes leveled on him. Smiling, he reached out to stroke the fluffy black cats head earning himself a rub of his face against his fingers. A stuttered purr that quickly steadied itself when he felt a rub against his calf. He couldn't tell who but from the press he had to guess it was either Twix or Cappella. Maybe Simba? No, hadn't the orange cat sprawled over Eri's legs earlier?

He hummed as he slid his hand over the cat's head again. This time taking the time to scratch behind the fluffy cat's twitching ears. After a moment of petting Void, he shook off the excess fur that had gathered on his fingers. He'd have to remember to brush out the fluffy cat later in the morning. Turning his attention back to his laptop, he scrolled down the screen until he found the email from Yagi. Specifically the very one he'd put off God knows how many days ago. The one Yagi had asked him about on Friday.

An email he'd sworn to get back too on but had forgotten about. Cursing under his breath, he opened the email to begin reading over it when the chair squeaked as the black cat jumped down only to trot off with a jingle of his collar. Disappearing into the darkness behind him no doubt. He hummed quietly as he tapped his fingers lightly over his lips as he read the email. There was a warm weight settling itself over his feet followed by a gentle purring. The rubbing of a face against his shin as he smiled softly.

Nudging his glasses up, he rolled his fingers over the mousepad lightly to tap on that reply button to begin typing out his next email. The click of the keys from the rapid strike of his fingers rang out once more. Blinking, he rolled his eyes a few times when he felt that dry itch to his eyes again. No doubt from looking at the screen in the darker setting around him but he could ignore it for now. At least until he shuffled to the kitchen to begin searching for a remedy to sooth him enough to feel that grogginess.

After working so late Friday night into the early morning had worked against him. Especially staying up until eight in the morning getting off with his husband. It certainly didn't help that he hadn't slept very long but rather he'd slept until two in the afternoon. One thirty if he was generous or realistic. He should be exhausted. Tired beyond his means and he should have been drooping over like his husband, but he was keyed up. Electrified with a restlessness that refused to go away. Refused to leave him alone.

His mind simply wouldn't shut off for him tonight. It wouldn't settle down enough for him to sleep longer than two hours. Sighing to himself, he nudged his glasses up lightly again when he heard a chirping meow from behind him. It was followed then by the light padding of cat paws over the floor. A light grind that had him pausing. Fingers hovering over the keyboard as he tried to catch the quieter noises again. Waiting as his heart stumbled against his chest as the silence rang heavily on his ears again.

An odd thing for his hearing aids yet he got nothing. Hesitating, he dropped his hands back down to continue writing slowly. Tapping lightly at the keys as he let out a quiet sigh to himself when he got another rub against his shin. Then there was a light squeak from behind him of the floor. The quiet brush of feet over the floor that had him letting out another quiet sigh. It was brief yet it was unmistakable in the silence of the house. He pulled his hands from the keyboard as he leaned back in his chair.

That soft smile twitched up on his lips when the floor creaked lightly behind him. A quiet brush of feet over the wooden floor as hands reached over the back of his chair. Arms curling over his shoulders as hands gripped onto the thin fabric of his tank top. Lips pressed against his shoulder softly before crawling up the side of his neck. The scratch of stubble over his skin sent a shiver down his back when Shouta pressed his face into his throat. He lifted a hand up to curve over his husband's shoulder into the messy black locks.

Not nearly as wild as they would be in the morning but they twisted easily around his fingers. Held a few snags in them already that fell apart when he tugged lightly. Shouta was warm. Nearly feverish from being tucked under the blankets. He shivered when the black-haired man began nuzzling at him with arms squeezing him lightly. He hummed softly as he scratched his head lightly with his left hand raising up to caress Shouta's forearm. Coming down to hold onto his wrist lightly as he slid his thumb in a caress.

A gentle back and forth against the back of his hand. So warm. He turned his head to kiss the messy locks tickling his face. While he had wished for it he couldn't help but feel guilty. As if his wishes had been heard by some invisible force and woken Shouta for better or for worse. However, it wasn't uncommon for his husband to seek him out should he wake, and he wasn't in bed with him. The warmth of his breath fanned over his throat as he got another soft nuzzle from his husband. The scratch of that stubble.

Arms tightened across his chest as hands clutched at his tank top. As if he would disappear on the black-haired man again. Pop out of existence. He kissed his head softly again as hair tickled his face when he squeezed at the wrist in his grip. Rolling soothing circles into the back of his hand gently. He always loved those few moments of clinginess when his husband was tired. Freshly woken. A sigh fanned over his skin that he couldn't help but echo with one of his own as he rested his head against Shouta's.

His husband clung onto him like he was a treasured stuffed animal he'd found off the side of the bed. It was an unfairly sweet comparison. He melted against the back of his chair towards his husband. It was unbearable quiet with the light tapping of his fingers over the keys. It would be unnerving without the quiet breaths being taken by the both of them. It was comforting, however, even if he did feel guilty. He may have wished for it but he didn't want his husband awake. Not when his sleep schedule was already shitty.

"What're you doing up, baby?" His voice cracked lightly with his low murmur as he scratched gently at his husband's head earning him another push of that face into his throat. Nuzzling into him with the stubble scratching at his skin sending another shiver down his back. "You should be getting your sleep, Shouta, you know you need it. Your sleep schedule is shit and you know that it is."

There was a shift before Shouta was pulling his face from his throat with the warmth of his breath fanning over his shoulder with lips pressing against it. Another squeeze of arms around his chest to which he hummed gently. "Can't sleep without you there. 'sides, I slept plenty Friday night and it's the weekend, so it doesn't matter if I stay up with you, does it? You're like a weirdo sitting out in the darkness tapping away at your laptop. Lucky I didn't beat the shit out of you think you were an intruder."

"Better than waking up to you sitting on the floor against the cabinet with your jelly pouches with Toshi!" A chuckle against his shoulder had him smiling when he scratched gently at his husband's head again, earning him a hum. "It doesn't matter how much sleep you got on Friday night though. You should be getting your rest while you can, baby, and you certainly don't need to stay up with me."

"What if I want too, huh? You honestly can't stop me from doing what I want to do, Zashi. And if staying up with my husband is what I want then I'll do it. No ifs, ands, or buts about it." He couldn't help chuckling himself when Shouta's arms slid from around his chest prompting him to work his hand from his hair. The chair was then tugged at causing the legs to shriek. Pulling him backwards to which he gave a put-on sigh before shoving back. Shouta shuffled between him and the view of his laptop.

Climbing up into his lap with hands clutching at his shoulders. A heavy, comforting weight. He slid his arms around his husband's waist to tug at him to fit him snugly in his lap as arms curled around his shoulders again with fingers plucking at his hair. Twirling strands as he slid his hands along his husband's back slowly. "You're right, I can't stop you. But I can give you my disapproving stare until you get more sleep. But there's certainly no need to be so huffy or bratty on me about that, baby!"

"Is it being a brat or merely being assertive? I want to be with you, and I'll be with you, simple as that. Tired or awake, I don't want to be in bed without you. I have to sleep three nights alone so I want you with me in bed when I can get you there, you understand me?" Fingers tugged playfully at his hair tearing another chuckle out of him as a smile twitched at those full lips. "It's no good sleeping alone, anyways. Not when I know you're in the same house as me. You've conditioned me, Zashi."

"You know, you're not wrong about that! If I'm not banished to the couch, I really do love my nights with you even if you kick my shins all too hell! So I guess I might just be conditioned to sleeping with you, aren't I?" That smile burst over his husband's lips as he caught a glimmer in those dark eyes. He loves it. Sliding his hands along his husband's back when he shifted slightly. "So, what do you want to do then? If you're not going back to sleep and I can't sleep then what do you suggest?"

"Anything. Whatever you want to do or whatever you're in the mood for, we can do it." There was a light tug of his hair being twirled around fingers again when arms tightened around his shoulders. With the dim glow of the laptop behind him and lighting above, he could see the trace of pink from his sleep on his cheeks. The crease of the pillowcase pressed into he could just barely catch the expression in his husband's gaze. "We can watch something on Netflix. Play on the Switch. Hit the bong if need be."

"Those are some pretty solid ideas, Sho, that sound pretty good." Sliding his hands down his husband's back, he felt a shudder move over him followed by a subtle arch as he slid his hands over his lower back. Along his waist as he kneaded at him gently. "But what about you? It's not just me that's up now, baby, so it shouldn't be all about what I want. Shouldn't be what you think I'd wanna do. Tell me, is there something you would rather do at midnight? What do you want, baby?"

Oh, he could see it. That temptation in that gaze before it flicked away when he gave a squeeze to Shouta's waist. Slid his hands backwards towards his lower back again. Sweeping his hands up, his husband arching forward against him with eyes flicking back to him. There was a flicker of heat that had his heart skipping when his husband leaned in. Pressing a kiss to his jaw before moving back to bite softly at his earlobe sending tingles down his back. "I want you to come back to bed with me, Zashi."

Shivers. To have that low voice so close to his ear was a damn treat. That deep voice murmuring into his ear always had goosebumps raising over his skin. Now was no different as fingers sank into his hair with a light tug being given to the locks when teeth clicked off of the jewelry with a sharper bite. Shouta's head then dipped down to bury his face into the side of his neck. Soft, fluttering kisses pressed along it when he shuddered while tilting his head slightly. "And what will I do in bed if I can't sleep?"

"I have a few ideas If the others don't appeal to you. 'm not so tired I can't come up with a few things for us to do if you can't sleep, Zashi." Lips fluttered up the side of his neck to press a kiss below his ear before coming up to bite gently at the shell of his ear. A click from the double helix jewelry had him shuddering at the delicate sound. Tightening his arms around the black-haired man's waist there was a squeeze of arms around his shoulders in response. "So, come to bed with me? Please?"

God, it was causing havoc on him. The soft nips that sent tingles down his back along with those soft fluttering kisses that had been given. The warmth radiating off of Shouta that had him clutching the man closer. There was no question that there were many options his husband was giving him. The offer being hinted at now was unmistakable. "I think you have something far more specific in mind, don't you? You seem pretty frisky to me, baby! Did you have a good dream or something? In a good mood?"

"You could say it's a bit of both." Oh. Oh, he couldn't stop the shudder as goosebumps raised over his skin at that voice pitching itself down to a murmur. Low. It had him sliding his hands along his husband's lower back gently when fingers gripped at his hair. There was a brief tremble fanning over the side of his neck as lips pressed against in a few lazier kisses. Moving down when fingers tugged at his hair sharply that mere fed into that tingling. Buzzing. "I want you. Please, come to bed, love?"

Fuck him. He felt his breath catch at that soft term of endearment. The little pet name Shouta used on him that had him melting as nails scratched lightly at his scalp. There was nothing he wished for more than for Shouta to be comfortable with pet names. With calling him them but he didn't care one bit if it was random or consistent. It was a pleasure all of its own to hear that deep voice calling him "love" so lowly in his ear like that. "Want me how, baby? What do you want me to do with you, huh?"

"I want you to move your flat ass and come to bed with me. I want you to fuck me, Zashi, and I want to try too. You said the doctor all but cleared you, right? To just wait until the weekend or something?" He nodded when teeth scraped over his shoulder lightly to which he slid his hands up the black-haired man's back. It had him arching in a twist against him that had the chair groaning beneath them lightly. "Please? Please, can we try? I want you in me, Zashi. I need you so please? Please, can we?"

"Midnight sex, huh? That's what we're doing tonight? Something easy to kickstart our sex life again?" It had his husband fidgeting when he got a nod as lips fluttered over his shoulder towards his neck again. Shifting forward to target his throat prompting his head to tip back as he shuddered. "I-It must have been a damn good dream you had if it put you in such a good mood, huh? To get you all frisky on me like this, baby! I'm not against trying at all. You wanna shut my laptop for me?"

Shifting forward in his chair carefully, it groaned lightly beneath them again as he shuffled to the edge of the seat. Felt the brush of the table's edge against the back of his hands when Shouta straightened up. There was a glimmer to his husband's gaze that he couldn't only compare to satisfaction. It was a look that had heat flickering under his skin with that stab of excitement hitting his stomach. His heart skipped when his laptop screen was pushed down. Closed with a light click that prompted him to tighten his arms.

Securing a good hold around his husband's waist in preparation. Standing up carefully was a challenge given how close they were to the table. To make the space to stand up properly, he shifted his to kick lightly at the legs of the chair to shove it back. Nudging it away allowing him to step back as he heaved Shouta up into a proper position in his arms. Legs came up to curl around his waist as arms tightened around his shoulders in a tight squeeze. A grunt left his husband when he bounced him up lightly to get a better hold.

Navigating around that chair in the dim lighting above them was tricky. To feel it out without kicking at it blindly. As he made his way around, he spun to face the doorway to the kitchen when he felt a kiss against his forehead. Peppering down the side of his face lightly before coming inward to target his cheek. He then walked briskly over the threshold with thudding steps that were deafening in the silence of the house. Even that quiet pecks of those frenzied kisses carried effortlessly in the darkness with light smacks.

He made his way forward with a caution while remaining brisk as he did his best to navigate across the kitchen. Trying to do so without kicking at any cat bowls or stepping on any cats. Tripping over his feet. Hitting Shouta off of something he couldn't see. And so, he walked cautiously as he made out the edge of the fridge over his husbands' shoulder. It allowed him to side step over with the edge of it skimming his arm lightly as he walked past. And yet it was hard to focus on not hitting off of the doorframe.

Hard when he had shivers racing down his back with each kiss pressed to his cheeky by those full lips. Over the bridge of his nose. His forehead and hair. It had that excitement stabbing at him viciously only to twist into him. His breath shuddered lightly as he made his way down their small hallway towards their bedroom doors. Nudging them open further to get the both of them open when he tilted his head back. Giving those full lips better access to his cheeks that he could feel warming with an unmistakable blush.

Soft, pecking kisses were placed over his face with a tremble to his husband's breaths that betrayed his excitement. The unbearable twist of it as he made his way across the room with those brisk, long strides. Listening to his feet thump over the carpeted floor as Shouta clung onto him. Lips pressing close to the corner of his mouth soft, fluttering kiss that had his lips parting. Triggered that all too familiar buzz in his lips as another sharp, shuddering breath to fly out of him when his knees hit the edge of the bed.

Flying forward with a yelp, there was a grunt from his husband when he slammed into his chest onto the mattress. The bed bounced as his left foot slipped out from under him. Pressing down against Shouta got him a wheeze of a breath from his husband who fidgeted beneath him. And he heard multiple bells running for the door. Detangling himself from Shouta as he pushed up carefully he tried to find any sign of pain. Discomfort after slamming his husband into the bed. After all, this had to be old, right?

To be constantly slamming into the bed when he should know where it was? He held his breath looking for that irritation. That scolding or discomfort. And yet like every other time he found not a trace of it. Instead, there was a spark of excitement to those dark eyes as he stared up at him. Hands tugging at his shoulders before they were letting go. Legs loosening their tight squeeze from that instinctive tensing when they'd flown forward. He pulled back from the black-haired man as he spun on his feet to face the doors.

Rushing over to them as he reached out to hook his fingers into the handles as he tugged at them. Sliding them shut as they ground lightly in their tracks before thudding together gently as he flipped the lock. Never would it fail to surprise him how loud one small click could be. How it could make his heart jump right up to his throat. There was a rustle of the blankets behind him followed by a light drag of the bedside table drawer. Turning on his feet, he watched Shouta dig through the drawer for a moment.

Watched as he placed the wipes up beneath the soft yellow lamp light. The lube was held to a palm while he rushed over at the wrinkling rip as a golden wrapper glinted in that low lighting as Shouta pulled his hands out. Shut the drawer shut with a snap as he shifted on the bed with dark eyes lifting up to him. They looked bigger with that excitement. Bottomless. His husband shuffled towards the center of the bed with a wiggle before placing down the condom and lube on the blanket. Pushing them away slightly.

Then Shouta was turning to him with hands lifting up to curl his fingers at him slightly. He happily launched into action as he flew over the floor to the bed with a renewed speed. The muted thumps of his feet over the carpeted floor was loud as his hair fluttered over his shoulders lightly. Once he reached the bed, he climbed up onto the bed causing it to dip and wobble lightly beneath him. Pushing at the bunched up blanket, he then crawled over to the black-haired man. The fitted sheet rustling beneath him.

Beneath Shouta's feet as they pressed against it when legs spread open for him. The bunched up blanket slowed his crawl yet he powered over it. It was unimportant when hands were grabbing onto his shoulders again once he came closer. Squeezing gently as he made his way between those spread legs. They fidgeted before thighs were pressing against his waist lightly as his husband leaned against the headboard. He watched lips part slightly as hands tugged at him when Shouta lifted his right hand up.

It curved back to cup the back of his head with fingers twisting into the locks as his left hand tugged at his shoulder. Both pulling at him gently yet with that quiet insistence as he happily moved in. His heart jumped in his chest before settling into that fast, sprinting speed as his stomach fluttered excitedly. Sickening yet exhilarating reactions. They left him breathless under the sensations struggling to grab his attention. Shouta was beautiful. Absolutely stunning in the low lighting as lashes fluttered in a fast blink.

A low whine left his husband when he was tugged at again with a firmer insistence. The wild black locks brushing lightly at flushed cheeks as brows twitched together. Tugging at him as those wild black locks brushed at flushed cheeks. He could stare at him for hours. Leaning forward in compliance with those pulling hands, he felt that flash of heat beneath his skin. Sizzling through him when thighs rubbed against his waist. Squeezing at him. It had that flash sinking down to his very bones to smolder.

To eat him alive like coals. Waiting to rip into that frenzied, lustful heat. He killed the gap quickly with fingers tightening on him when he covered those parted lips with his own. So unbelievably warm Shouta was tonight. The plush press of those lips against his sent shivers down his back as he moved his lips. The black-haired man seemed all too delighted to join in when lips moved against his. Melting to shape and curve against his in that comfortable fit. Slow slides that had his heart skipping over its sprinting speed.

The hand cupping the back of his head moved to scratch lightly at him. It had tingles racing down his back when that light scratch melted into locks of his hair being clutched at. Creating a light pull on his scalp that had him whining with that twist of excitement. He couldn't deny that sex hadn't crossed his mind. That he hadn't considered it to be an option on getting him to sleep. Something he wanted. An option that, when he'd woken that afternoon, he'd wanted to bring up to his husband. It was merely about timing.

Finding the right timing to bring up a topic like that to his husband. However, there hadn't been a moment that afternoon to think of bringing up the topic when they had a moment alone. When the chance darted so quickly from his grasp before he could take the opportunity. Not with Eri clinging onto them at the hip and squirming into laps for cuddles that he truly was happy to give. No time when Hitoshi and Denki coming to them for help on their school work. When Eri was needing assistance with hers.

The younger blonde chasing him out for some advice he was more than happy to give. There was always a buffer, something in the way of bringing it up. He'd given up by the time he was standing in the shower with Shouta. When he'd been coaxing Shouta to tip his head back as he held the showerhead in his hands. Soaking the black locks before he put it back in its place as he began scrubbing at his hair. Feeling his husband melting under his hands when he worked on scrubbing and kneading at his sudsy skin.

It was a topic he sorted out to bring up Sunday or Monday morning when they had a moment alone. To discuss trying to reintroduce sex again now that he'd gotten his greenlight. He truly didn't see anything holding them back with the oral and hand jobs he'd been receiving from his husband since Thursday afternoon. How he hadn't felt a moment of discomfort he'd been told to be on the look out for when it came to sexual contact. Oh, how he'd wanted to bring it up in the afternoon when he woke but it just never fell in line.

But he was so, so happy Shouta seemed to have taken that initiative to make a moment. To take the chance that he hadn't been able to find that afternoon. There was a light tug on his hair that tugged him out of his thoughts as he slid his lips against Shouta's. Melting forward against the black-haired man as he leaned his weight onto his right hand to lift the left up. Sliding his left in a caress along his husband's thigh. It had the muscles jumping beneath his palm with a tremble that earned him a light squeeze.

A press against his waist that had his heart skipping delighted at that subtle display of strength. God, he could let this man squeeze him all night long with his arms and legs. Squeeze him close, close, close until there was no possible chance of getting closer. To be held flush against him only to be dissatisfied they couldn't be closer than that. It was his favorite type of hug from his husband. It always sent shivers up his back to be strangled closer to his husband. He hummed softly as he slid his lips against Shouta's.

Listening to the quiet whispering of kisses traded that broke up with an intermittent, light smacking that filled the quiet. It sent tingles down his back when nails scratched gently at his scalp. His shoulder. It had goosebumps raising as he shuddered at the light drag of nails over him when he felt a sigh fan over his cheek. A slow, even rush as the hand on his shoulder slid down towards his upper back as that arm draped over his shoulder. Plucking idly at his tank top before twisting the fabric around fingertips.

He hummed softly as he slid his hand along Shouta's thigh with the warmth radiating off of the man. He'd never been more grateful that Shouta had forsaken pajama pants tonight. That he'd merely thrown a tank top on with his boxers before turning in for the night. The whisper of his palm sliding over his husband's skin was loud in the silence of their room. Fingers unwound themselves from his tank top only to pluck lightly at it again. He got a soft hum from his husband when he slid his hand back up his thigh.

Dragging his nails lightly along the edge of Shouta's boxers playfully. Slipping his fingertips beneath it only to allow them to fall back into place. A light, pseudo snap that had his husband whining quietly when he traced that hem lightly before sweeping his hand down his thigh. There was another pluck at his tank top before that hand slid down to begin pulling at the fabric. It slipped up his back inch by inch with fingers giving longer pulls once his lower back was exposed. Goosebumps rose over his skin at the cooler air.

He let out a trembling breath as fingertips brushed over the exposed skin lightly. A teasing plush when his tank top was pulled up out of the way for fingers to fan over his back. Sliding his lips against his husband's, he could feel that slow pour of heat into it. The undercurrent of desire bleeding into it that had that smoldering heat flickering along his bones. He answered in kind with his own heat. His own desire that he allowed to feed into the undercurrent bleeding into their kiss. It had his husband humming softly at him.

Gentle circles were rubbed into the center of his back as the hand in his hair tightened its grip. Sending tingles racing down his back. Sliding his hand along Shouta's thigh, he gave a squeeze that had a breath trembling as it rushed over his cheek. Hitching in when he began to curve his hand inward. Along his inner thigh lightly from what he could reach. It had his husband fidgeting against him with a whine bursting out of him. The hand rubbing at his back moved up towards his shoulder in a slow slide.

Shouta's arm shifted from its draped position over his shoulder. Moving to instead drop down as that hand fanned over his side. Sweeping down it then back up sending a wave of tingles down his back as he shivered under that caressing touch. God, he could spend the rest of his night like this. With Shouta pressed against the headboard as lips slid against his with that slow speed. To be tucked between his husband's legs as they fidgeted around him. No rush. Not yet. The warmth of Shouta soaking into him.

The pleasure when those thighs squeezed at his waist with a display of that strength that had him groaning lowly. To have his husband's hand in his hair as it gripped at the locks with that light, consistent pull on his scalp. Trembling breath fanning over his burning cheek. It was a night he'd give anything to have all week long. To have those full, plush lips melting against his own to fit against his? God, they were amazing. A treat he could give in to for hours out of his day. Forsake his schedule all together.

Anything if it meant he got even a moment of those lips pressing down onto his. Giving him sweet kisses that left him melting to his core. Hot, frenzied kisses that razed him apart from the inside out. Kisses like these that had lips pressing against him with a growing firmness as they slid slowly with his. Coaxing him to smolder without that hard press. That urgency to it. There was nothing more that he loved than to simply be able to kiss Shouta like this. To take the time feel that desire be returned to him.

The lust simmering into it. It had his dick twitching with interest with Shouta's nails grazed in a lazy S up his side coaxing him to arch. Twisting to press against his husband with a sharp exhale leaving him as the headboard rattled lightly from that renewed push against it. There was nothing he loved than to pin Shouta down. Against a wall. The kitchen counters. Slamming into him, albeit on accident, to pin him to the bed. To watch the heat smolder in that gaze only for it to be followed with that familiar excitement.

Breaths were shortening against his cheek as a ringing, eager moan left his husband at that pinned pressure he gave. God, if only he'd known in their youth how much Shouta loved to be pinned. That he loved to be crushed between himself and whatever surface that happened to be close by. If he'd known back then he knew he'd have exploited it. Found the same pleasure he had now when he watched that heat flicker in his husband's gaze. To see that excitement sparkle in when he was closing in on him.

But now that he knew, it was his mission to give it when Shouta wanted. To pin and crush himself against his husband until the man's chest fluttered with shallow breaths the way it was now. It had his own breaths trembling as he pressed his lips firmly to Shouta's. Allowing for that intermittent smacking to become a consistent sound. Breaking up the silence with the rustling blankets and shallow, trembling breaths. Cresting into racing pants as he lifted his hand to graze his nails along the edge of his boxers.

Earning him a whine from his husband when he drifted his fingers up. Brushing them over his husband's waist lightly where he flicked his fingers at the elastic waistband of his boxers. Letting it flip back into place as the hand on his side swept down only to stop above his thigh. Right above his waist before sweeping back up sending tingles racing under his skin as a whine left himself in a shrill pitch. Far too loud in the quiet room yet the hand on his hair merely tightened. An ache knotted itself low in his stomach.

Forming with a strength that gripped at him. That twist of desire had him shuddering when he felt Shouta's lips moving in that slow, inching way. Coaxing him subtly towards a faster speed. And he happily picked up on that subtle suggestion by following along. The hand on his side swept down with another lazy S movement of nails over his skin. His dick twitched at the burst of excitement tearing a low groan out of him when Shouta then swept his hand towards his back. That light grazing of nails over his skin was careless.

Light enough to tease as he squirmed against his husband before tugging at the waistband of his boxers. letting it snap back lightly against the skin. A whimper left his husband when he tugged at the waistband again to dip his fingers down to drag his nails over that tattooed hip. From what Shouta had told him, the skin held a sensitivity to it. That it felt odd but not unwelcome to touched the healed skin. While his hips were one of the least intense zones he knew it always made his husband squirm when he targeted them.

Knew it did something for the black-haired man. And now that one of his hips were tattooed? Well, it seemed to make the skin far more sensitive when he would touch. Playfully graze his nails over that tattooed hip. It always lit a fire under his skin when he caught the cursive scrawl over his hip. It was pretty. Sexier than he could ever express verbally but goddamn him if he hadn't tried since Shouta got it. Since he decided to finally get his ears done. It didn't change him but rather emphasized that attractiveness.

Emphasized what he'd always known would be. God knows he dreams of the day Shouta came home with a few more tattoos. He shuddered when nails grazed over his lower back in a ploy to tear him out of his thoughts. He responded as he grazed his own nails over the black-haired man's hip. Digging down just enough to get them arching up as legs squeezed against his waist. A sharp exhale fanning over his cheek as the hand in his hair tightened slightly. Tugging at it sending a burst of pain over his scalp.

Sparks of heat raced down his back as he moaned encouragingly at his husband who squirmed against him. Fingers brushing along the skin over the waistband of his pajama pants. Flicking fingers at it teasingly much like he had seconds ago. Hips arched up to pin against his when he raked his nails over his husband's tattooed hip again. Shuddering at the moan flying out of the black-haired man. God, it was hot. He squeezed at his husband's waist before pulling his hand away to pat the blankets next to them blindly.

Clawing at it when he flicked carelessly at the wrinkled edge of the condom to which he growled. He slid his fingers over without trying to move his lips away. From breaking the kiss as that hand pressed against the back of his head. A silent move that he knew was meant to press his lips down harder against Shouta's as the speed of their kiss remained in that casual speed. The lust sizzling into it as those full lips slid against his with a quiet insistence. Like his husband would eat him alive if he pulled away.

Devour him head to toe. It was something he happily responded in kind too as he clawed over the blanket. Patting for that tube he swore had been put closer. He knew he was impatient. His urgency getting the better of him as he patted at the sheets. God, he was aching. Burning down to the core as that need clawed at him. The twisting lust sizzling under his skin leaving him feverish. Frantic to get what he wanted. To give Shouta what he wanted. To take the chance before it somehow fizzled out on him before they could start.

It had him whining with impatience as he felt out for the tube again without flicking it away. Trying to keep from repeating the mistake he'd made with the careless flick to the condom. Tapping over the blanket until he felt that cool lube, he could have shouted. Thrown his head back and celebrated at having found it but it was far too late for that. Even if their room was perfectly sound proof it would be too loud for the both of them. Holding the lube in his hand, he grunted lightly as he shifted his right hand.

Moving it up from its braced position near the base of the headboard and mattress to push himself up right. Steeling himself to balance on his knees as he lifted his hand up to claw at the cap of the lube. Cracking it open had his husband whining at him with thighs flexing as his hips pressed up eagerly against him. Giving enough space for his hands to slid down beneath him once he was ready. He felt the hand on his lower back sliding away as fingers began to detangle from his hair. Hands came up towards his shoulders.

Fingertips brushing lightly over his shoulders before coming to rest on them with nails biting into the skin. Dragging over them leaving burning lines in their wake that had him tingling. Sent sparks of heat down his back again as he shuddered with a groan at his husband. His dick twitched excitedly when nails dragged over his shoulders down towards his chest. Moving down, down, down. He let out a keening moan when those hands slipped down to rake nails over his nails. The burning of blunt nails had him twisting.

Squirming with shrill moan flying out of him following that keening pitch at the ruthless rake of those nails. The burning lines they left over his nipples that had him arching forward with a new press against his husband as he squirmed. Twisting with Shouta as hands were pinned between their chests. That renewed press against his husband had the headboard groaning lightly when Shouta twisted against him with a gasp. And ohhh, he fucking loved the moan he got from his husband. It could set him ablaze.

Like he'd been soaked head to toe in gasoline before Shouta threw the match. Lit up from head to toe at that sound. He shuddered as he squeezed the tube to get a dollop onto his fingers as hips pressed tightly to his own. Grinding up against him as his shallow breaths crested into pants similar to the ones fanning over his cheek. He squeezed a dollop onto his fingers before placing the lube down next to them on the bed. Easy reaching distance. He then began to work blindly on getting the lube spread over his fingers.

That light, slick sound ringing out had his husband fidgeting against him with an impatient whine. He couldn't help a whimper when nails raked over his nipples in another hard, ruthless drag making the skin burn. Tingles raced under his skin only to pool down into his stomach to feed that twisting ache. It had him moaning enthusiastically only to thrust against his husband instinctively. It had Shouta moaning back at him with an ecstatic encouragement as the man squirmed against him before hips thrusted up against him.

Pressing tightly as they ground up against him fiercely. An undercurrent of that urgency that had his dick twitching when he copied that enthusiastic grinding. His pants huffed through his nose while those full lips pressed themselves hard to his own. Making them tingle much to his delighted as he happily crushed his lips to Shouta's. After making sure that lube was spread evenly, he reached down to pull at his husband's boxers. Tugging at the waist band insistently in order get them down prompting hips to pause.

Forgetting their grind as they wriggled to try and help by angling lower as he tugged at them. Huffing out a sharp breath, Shouta wriggled before pulling his hand free from between their chests. Reaching down and helping him with yanking the fabric down and out of the way. Once it was out of the way, he drifted his fingers lightly over a cheek earning himself a shudder. Grazing his nails teasingly over him merely earned him a wild whimper when hips jerked up. Pressing up against him tightly once again as he shivered.

The remaining hand on his chest clawed at him again blindly with fingers pinching at his piercing before pulling it sharply. A snapping, snarling moan left him as his hardening dick twitched at that heat twisting into him. Burning from the pull on the hoop there, he ground his hips against Shouta only to get another sharp tug. The tip of his finger managing to wiggle into the hoop itself keeping a light pull on it to keep that stinging sensation consistent. God, he couldn't decide if he regretted or was happy he had them in.

That he hadn't thought of changing the hoops out for his usual studs. He knew perfectly well why he hated hoops for they always caught on his clothing depending on what he wore. When they were forgotten about, and he yanked at them causing true, genuine pain in the shower. When he was constantly ripping at them when he went to take his shirts off far too quickly and they'd manage to catch. But fuck him, he loves when Shouta plays with the hoops. When he twisted and tugged on them in a way he couldn't with studs.

It had his blood boiling in his veins with each small pull that merely reaffirmed that consistent sting. He gripped at his husband's ass cheek before pulling it apart as he moved his left hand down. Slipping his slick fingers forward, he shuddered when he pressed the pads of them against his husband's hole. His fingers slid over him slickly with the rubs he gave as breaths shuddered over his cheek. The kisses traded were going to make his lips swell. It had shivers racing down his back at the thought as he returned those hard kisses.

He blinked when the hand on his chest pushed at him gently. Prompting him to pull back allowing for the kisses to break with a sharp smack. A shuddering gasp being taken by his husband that mirrored his own sharp breath. His pants broken up by that breath only to race out of him again. Shuddering when hips wiggled as he rubbed the pads of his fingers against his husband. Slick slides that rang out with an accompanying sound that had his husband whimpering at him then when he leaned in again.

And he couldn't help a whine at the light, brushing lick given to his bottom lip. Tracing the length of it as racing, uneven pants fanned over his tingling lips. Hitching when he swirled his fingers against Shouta as he tugged at the cheek in his hand lightly. Heat blazed under his skin with the threat of ripping him apart. Eating him up when he felt the twitch of that hole beneath his fingers. He pressed the pads of his fingers firmly to his husband then as he gave another swirl that had the man whimpering at him.

Swirling his fingers again, he gave a bouncing press against the black-haired man. A firm touch and lift of his fingers that had another whimper flying out of his husband that rang with impatience. Squirming as hips jerked down against his fingers with an impatient sound leaving his husband as he continued that light bouncing. It was a wicked tease he knew Shouta loved and hated at once. He pressed the pads of his fingers against him in firm slides that had his husband whining at him. Nails dragging over his chest.

They left those burning lines over his skin that had him moaning at the black-haired man. The hand that had dropped down to help get his boxers out of the way came up to clutch at his shoulder. Raking his nails over it fervently with a writhing twist from his husband followed by a whimper as he swirled his fingers. Hips jiggled up against him before jerking down with that building frustration at the tease. Shuddering pants fanned over his lips had them tingling viciously. Buzzing as his own pants came in huffs.

Trembling when he rubbed his fingers against Shouta earning himself a twitch of his hole beneath the pads of them again. Heat twisted under his skin with an impatience of its own when the tip of Shouta's tongue traced over his bottom lip lightly again. A whimper in the back of his throat ringing out had him shifting his fingers after giving another rub. He lifted them up to press the tip of his finger against his husband. Shuddering at another twitch of that hole as he began to press at his husband.

A whine of his own left him when fingers tugged sharply at his hoop again creating another burst of that stinging pain. His hardening erection twitched happily when there was another sharp pull that had him squirming with a growl ripping itself out of him. A guttural, rasping sound that had his husband shuddering against him with a keening whine as thighs squeezed his waist. A hard press that had him squeezing the cheek he held in his hand. Pressing at his husband when there was a give that had his finger sinking in.

He couldn't help a low groan flying out of him at the tight clench of those muscles. Quivering around his finger when his husband moaned at him eagerly with a squirm as he leaned forward towards parting lips. Opening his mouth with that silent request he'd gotten twist now. A request he happily copied as he traced the length of that full bottom lip with the tip of his tongue. The hand on his shoulder flew up to the back of his head once more. Twisting into his hair as he was pulled forward which he happily complied with.

Leaning in quickly with a whimper leaving his husband as his lips crushed down onto Shouta's. The plush feel of those full lips against his had a flash of heat sizzling under his skin when he felt shaking, uneven pants racing over his cheek. He eagerly moved his tongue to meet Shouta's which wasted no time in moving. Flicking then nudging playfully at the ball of his piercing before sliding his tongue against his. He rubbed the pad of his finger in soothing circles against that inner wall causing muscles to tremble.

Flexing before gripping his finger tightly with a strength that had him burning up. Rubbing those circle into the trembling muscles, he could melt. It was hot. Tight. As if those muscles clamp off his damn finger. Snap it off just to have something in him. Was he truly that excited? That eager for this? So worked up at the thought? Hell, it was choking him at the thought as his pants raced in shallow trembles through his nose. Hitching as he rolled circles into the quivering inner wall delightedly when Shouta nudged his piercing again.

A playful movement which he replied too by twisting his tongue with his. Massaging it to his husband's when he caught a light click from the metal hitting off of teeth. His or Shouta's, he had not a clue, but it had that ache twisting. His stomach fluttering when his husband's tongue moved to mimic his motions. Rubbing and sliding against his own with playful flicks being given that he returned. And he could stop the snapping moan at a sharp tug at his piercing again that sent pain burning over his chest.

His nipple was growing sensitive from the pulls and yanks on the hoop. The pulls that kept up that consistent sting that crested on a damn near burn. Far too sensitive for his own good from the constant tugs whether they were sharp or gentle. It sent shivers down his back at the light tug as Shouta eased the tip of his finger out of the hoop. Fingers trailing over his hard nipple in a light, brushing caress that had his erection twitching. He squirmed restlessly at the rush of tingles racing down to pool into his stomach.

There was another click of his piercing hitting off of teeth as he eagerly moved it against Shouta's. Undulating it up in a rub that had his husband whining into the kiss when fingers tightened on his hair. Uneven pants fanned over his cheek as he rubbed the bottom ball of his piercing against the top of his husband's tongue. He rolled those soothing circles into his husband's inner wall with a shudder running down his back at that low, snapping moan from his husband. Throaty in its pitched when he slid his tongue against his.

Rubbing his piercing over the top of it again before flicking his tongue to Shouta's earning him the tightening of hands on him. Nails digging in bluntly had him shivering as he then pulled his finger back slightly before thrusting it in shallowly. It earned him another moan from the black-haired man as fingers tightened in his hair to give a sharp pull. Pain burst over his scalp from that pull sending sparks of heat racing down his back to which he arched forward against his husband. Moaning at that shot of heat ripping into him.

Sizzling when that tight, consistent pull on his scalp was given as hair was held in a tight fist. God, he was hot. So unbelievably hot as he twisted and flicked his tongue with Shouta's playfully earning him a buck of hips up against him. Encouraging him to continue with the thrusts of his finger. While it was shallow, his husband didn't seem to mind it one bit. Fuck him, it was burning him up. Was it the fact they were going to try? That he was finally, finally, finally getting this? Having this? Giving Shouta what he wanted?

God, it left him just as excited. Just as impatient. Eager. He wanted to be in Shouta for weeks. His husband had wanted this for weeks. He'd never been vocal about his desire, his lust, his needs but they were there. Boiling on a back burner he'd been negligent to recognize in both himself and Shouta until it was far too late. Until it was bordering on a need so acute he swore it teetered on pain. It was awful that he let his husband go for four weeks while he remained unaware of the way Shouta swallowed it down.

Choked it down for his sake. His own desire left to simmer over last week once they had finally confronted it. So much negligence on his part. So much he had happily, blissfully left on a back burner only for it to bite him in the ass. Hard. And he deserved it. But now that they had gotten the official greenlight, he was more than determined to make it up to his husband. To give him everything he wants and more. To get and give what he wanted from his husband who seemed more than happy to comply.

To make up for those four weeks of nothing. Yet sex was hardly their pivoting point on their marriage. It was hardly a make it or break it thing whether they had it or not with four weeks being no big deal on terms of how long it had been. After all, they functioned just fine without it. It was more for that pleasure. That want and need to be close to Shouta. To indulge in that pleasure with his husband when the mood struck. Who wouldn't want too with a significant other? Who wouldn't want to feel good with them sexual or not?

This was no different. Not one bit of it. And he had to applaud his husband for seeking him out tonight. For forcing them to make the time to talk about it. To do it when he'd been content to wait. He couldn't help but wonder if Shouta had understood that. Had known what he wanted to say. After all, his husband had seemed pretty alert when he'd come to him. Leaving him to wonder if Shouta been awake this entire time. Did he wake up when he slipped out of bed half an hour ago? Had he been laying here then?

Spending that half an hour so of him being awake trying to figure out what to say? How to bring it up? Thinking of ways to simply ask for them to try sex when he'd promised on Monday that they'd try this weekend? It had him whining into the kiss when he felt the hand on the back of his head pressing against him lightly. As if to keep him from so much as daring to think of pulling away from that hard press against Shouta's lips. He wouldn't. Couldn't. Not when he was all too delighted to give back those playful flicks.

Twisting and sliding his tongue with Shouta's in answer to that playful movement with his own. Listening to his tongue piercing clicking off of teeth with an overeager movement. The rasping pants being taken by the both of them that fanned onto hot cheeks. The slick, lude sound of his finger thrusting into his husband who was damn near mewling out those moans. It had him blistering down to the core. Sizzling in his own skin as he thrusted his finger into that heat. The muscles squeezed at him good.

Fuck, it left little to the imagination of what it was going to feel like. How he was going to feel in his husband when those muscles were clamping around him. The heat melting around him. It had his hips jerking in a thrust against his husband as he whimpered impatiently which earned him a whine back. Hips jerking up against him shallowly as thighs squeezed against his waist again. Rubbing restlessly as he rubbed the pad of his finger against trembling inner walls with each thrust of his finger. That ache was gripping his bones.

He could feel a spot of wetness on his boxers from the drips of pre-come soaking into the fabric. Shameless drips as his erection twitched when Shouta whimpered at him. Begging. Silently pleading for him to hurry. To speed all of it up faster to get to the best part. The wait was agonizing but he had to keep pace. Had to make sure to cover his paces. But fuck if it wasn't hard to feel that twist of impatience of his own. Twisting into him viciously. He groaned at the black-haired man when his piercing clicked off of teeth.

Shouta's tongue twisted against his when fingers yanked at his hair again resulting in a burst of pain of his scalp. Burning. It had sparks of heat racing down his back with hips jerking forward in a frenzy of thrusts against his husband. His finger gave a few clumsy thrusts but God if it didn't get his husband moaning encouragingly at him. He paused those clumsy thrusts in order to bring his middle finger closer to his index. Giving into the urge to tease even a bit. And he happily rubbed at the skin closest to his hole.

Sliding it closer only to groan when muscles spasmed around his finger in a blatant twitch. A whine left his husband as hands clutched at him when he rubbed the tip of his finger against that twitching hole. Shuddering when that tongue flicked at his before his husband was pulling back. Breaking the kiss when nails clawed at him when Shouta flew in. Crushing his lips against his with such force it had his teeth aching. His lips throbbing but he didn't give a single fuck about that. Not one bit of him cared what kiss they shared.

Only that he had those full, kiss swollen lips on his. Moving against his with a hunger that he couldn't stop himself from replying with his own. Returning the lust, the passion, that hunger with his own as his husband squirmed against him with a buck of hips up against him. A sharp thrust that had him moaning encouragingly as he pressed his fingers together tightly. Pushing the tip of his middle against his husband's hole which earned him another spasm of muscles. An impatient twitch that had him groaning.

Twisting his finger in a wiggle, he pressed against his husband only to get a similar give. A slick slide that allowed his middle finger to slip in alongside his index earning him an enthusiastically loud moan from his husband. He rolled those tight circles into the quivering inner walls when they squeezed around his fingers tightly. It tore a throaty groan out of him when the hand pinned between their chests wriggled free only to drop down. The hand in his hair pulled sharply sending another wave of heat down his back.

Then that hand began to detangled itself to move down with the others. Thighs moving away from his waist as hands took their place. Nails dragging over the waistband before fingers were curling over it. Fumbling due to that shake to his hands from the excitement no doubt. They yanked at his pajama pants to get them down. Trying to pull yet the positioning was awkward and merely made it difficult for his husband. He groaned at a desperate pull only to get a growl of frustration out of his husband prompting him to move.

Releasing the hold he had on his cheek, he moved his hand down to help in easing his bottom down. Easing his hips back from their tight press to Shouta's, the fabric rolled up and bunched beneath his hand. Pulling at the right side while Shouta tugged at the left side. He knew shrugging out of them would make for an impossibility at the moment. Awkward given the positioning of his other hand but he knew the second he had that chance they were coming off. He shoved them down when nails dragged over his waist.

Leaving burning lines in their wake that had him moaning as his pajama pants were pushed at. Falling down to pool around his knees. Against the bed as he rubbed the pads of his fingers against that trembling inner walls before pulling his fingers back then forwards in a sharp thrust. Another of those encouraging moans left his husband as pants fanned over his cheek. A ragged, racing pace with lips crushing themselves to his. It was boiling him alive. He was dying under that heat, but God knows he needed it.

He needed to try. For there was nothing stopping them. He merely had to watch for pain or bleeding after sex while keeping a mindful eye on the piercings as he had all this time. Other than that, there was absolutely nothing stopping him from sex anymore. From touching himself or having Shouta go down on him. God, he hadn't thought of this being an option when he'd been sitting in the dining room. How could he? For all he knew in that moment was Shouta had been sleeping in here. He'd been the only one awake.

But fuck if it wasn't lighting a fire in his stomach at the thought of his husband planning it. Trying to bring it up subtly to give him that chance to bring up what he'd wanted to that afternoon. While midnight sex was on the list, he didn't know if Shouta had merely forgotten or presented it, but he'd be damned if he didn't take the chance. Thrusting his fingers into Shouta at that shallow depth had his husband twisting with nails raking over his waist. Over the existing, burning lines had him moaning at the black-haired man.

He gave a sharp thrust of his hips when hands clutched at him. The bite of those blunt nails in his skin was fucking amazing. He absolutely loves when Shouta clawed him up during sex. When he was walking away with those red lines puffing up along shoulder blades. His lower back. Upper arms. It was far from rare but it was so fucking good when he did it. He happily sped up his shallow thrusts with a slick little squelch ringing out lewdly in time with each thrust he gave. Rubbing the pads of his fingers against inner walls.

Rolling circles into them as they squeezed and trembled before clenching around his fingers. Moans and groans flying out of his husband one right after the other into the kiss as hands clutched at him. And then he spread his fingers out. Pushing at those quivering muscles tore a cry out of his husband. It was a shot heat that had his erection twitching at that shrill, enthusiastic sound leaving his husband. Cresting up as he kept his fingers out stretched. Pushing at his husband before pressing his fingers together.

Thrusting them into him again. The headboard rattled lightly when his husband squirmed against it only to buck when he leaned forward to shove him back against it. Pinning him against the wood of it tearing moan out of his husband as nails again raked over his waist. Digging into the skin just enough to ache. A low, snapping growl left him at the pain blistering over his waist in burning lines. It had goosebumps raising over his skin as he quickly threw himself into that familiar rhythm. The routine.

Thrusting, thrusting, thrusting his fingers into him before spreading them out to push at quivering muscles. It had his husband writhing against him when that hungry, burning kiss was broken off with heaving pants being taken in gasps as hands clutched at him. He spread his fingers out again with a shudder racing over his husband. Heaving in a pant only for it to fly out on a whimper. A whine. A moan. It had him blistering as nails raked up his sides tearing a shout as he bucked against his husband.

Thrusting his fingers eagerly into Shouta had the man clamping down around him with a cry of his own. God, it was a beautiful type of desperation he hadn't felt in who knows how long. There had been that familiar desperation coloring last week like a fog. A desperate haze to get there, get there, get there. This was a blistering desperation. One that had his hips twitching forward with that urge to forsake each spread of his fingers. To give in and give them both what they wanted. To give in to that lust.

To satisfy the need blistering into him that danced an acute pain. Wanting, wanting, wanting. Needing, needing, needing. It was something he wanted to settle. To soothe now. But he couldn't. Not yet. He instead threw himself into that rhythm he had now by spreading out his fingers. Spreading, spreading, spreading as he pushed at the quivering muscles earning him twisting squirms from his husband. Restlessly moving causing the headboard to rattle lightly as he squirmed in unison with his husband.

Whimpers flying out of his husband when he leaned forward to pepper his lips over his chest. Soft kisses the trailed up towards his throat as he thrusted his fingers into his husband with careless rubs over his inner walls. Spreading his fingers out as he nipped at that Adam's Apple tearing a keening whimper from the black-haired man. He heard a light thud as Shouta's head hit the wall lightly when it tipped back yet the man made not a sound of pain. Of complaint. Hips instead jerked down to meet the quick thrusts of his fingers.

Shuddering with an arch to his back when he spread them out. Spreading, spreading, spreading to push at the muscles trying to choke them together. Over and over. Repeating that action as he broke up his thrusts when nails clawed at his sides again. Whining at the tingles it created when he gave a sharp thrust of his fingers. A careless rub over that quivering inner wall had Shouta jolting against him. A wail flew out of his husband when hands squeezed at him tightly. Clutching at him when he rubbed his fingers again.

Pressing down firmly earning himself another jolt with hips jumping up. Shouta cried out as hips ground themselves down before slamming up against him in a thrust that had him moaning out. It had him wobbling on his knees as Shouta ground up against him with a choked gasp was taken as nails bit into his skin. Spreading his fingers out had a snapping, snarling moan ripping out of his husband that fed into a wave of that blistering head. Holding that spread for a moment, he then giddily pressed his fingers together.

Grinding the pads of them into his husband's prostate earning him jolt. Squirming against him frantically as his husband wailed with that unmistakable delight. The pleasure in that sound had him shuddering. Left him breathless when Shouta bucked up against him. Twisting when he bit sharply at the edge of a collar bone earning him an arch against him. Hands squeezing his waist tight, tight, tight as they then yanked at him. Forcing hips forward to thrust against him only to twist with an impatient whimper.

Sinking fingers into the waistband of his boxers to shove at as hips jerked back to do so. Meeting his fingers in a shallow thrust that grazed over that spot again. It was too much. The heat was too much. He wanted it now, now, now. He wanted to be greedy. Selfish. He wanted to but he couldn't, couldn't, couldn't. Couldn't allow himself to be when he felt his boxers being pulled at clumsily when his husband raised his head up. Panting in racing, heaving gasps as hands pulled at his boxers desperately.

Trying, trying, trying to work them down in the reach he had when he growled a curse under his breath as he leaned back quickly to catch that expression. The pinch of that eagerness at his flushed face. The heat in gaze when dark eyes locked onto him as a whimper flew out of his husband when he spread his fingers out. God, Shouta was beautiful. Stunning. It was damn near unbearable to see a pleasurable Shouta. The sight of him had him blistering hotter than any sound made from his squirming his husband.

"Please! Please, please, please, Zashi, please! No more teasing! I- Mmm! Nnn fuck! Fuck, I'm ready, please, please! I can't-! Fuck me, Zashi, fuck me! Fuck me, please! I need it! I-I need you! Want it! I-I don't want to you to tease me anymore! I want you in me! Been wantin' it so long, so long, Zashi! I want you! I wa-want you so fucking bad! So please! Just gimme it already! Gimme it, Zashi, baby, please!"

Oh.

Ohhh, it had heat blistering under his skin to hear that deep voice gasping out to him. Begging him like that. It had his stomach dropping as he spread his fingers out again to push at quivering inner walls tearing another whimper from his husband. It wasn't perfectly "loose" but it was enough. There was no getting looser when Shouta was worked up. Excited the way he was but he had to ask. He had to make sure before making that decision. "Yo-You sure, baby? I don't want to rush an-and possibly hur-"

"For the love of God, please! Please, please, please! I want you now, Zashi! Please, I want you to fuck me! Fuck me hard! I-I want you to pound me in-into this bed! I want to feel you in me! Fe-Feel it when you cum in me! I want you to pin me down to this bed and fuck me until I ca-can't think! I need you! Please, please, please! Do-Don't you want to fuck me? Be in me? Fuck my brains out? Ma-Make me hoarse? Make me beg for more? Zashi, please? Please, please? Please? Fuck me, Zashi? Gi-Gimme your cock, Daddy?"

"What a filthy fucking mouth you have tonight! Were you even sleeping earlier? Or were you planning all this out?" A whimper left his husband at the sharp thrust he gave when he pushed his fingers out. He felt fingers tugging at his boxers again when he shuddered at the scrape of those nails. "You thi-think I don't want you? That I haven't been going fucking crazy thinking of it? Thinking of how I-I want to fuck you? Pound you in to this bed? In the shower? Against the walls? Until you can't fucking breathe? "

The excitement was unmistakable in that gaze as lashes fluttered when he pressed his fingers together with a thrust. Sliding his fingers along his inner wall until he was grinding the pads of them into his prostate. Hips jerked down with a cracking whimper flying out of his husband. It sent shivers up his back at the feel of those hips moving in that cagey side to side movement as nails bit into his skin. "Please! Please, please! I wan-want it! Want your co-cock in me! Wa-Wanna feel your piercings! Ju-Just gimme it already!"

"Tsk, tsk, you sound pretty greedy, don't you? You think you're entitled to my cock, are you? You think you can demand it after begging so nicely?" Spreading his fingers out tore a snarling groan out of his husband at that guttural pitch. It had him fidgeting when he began to shuffle back on his knees. Pushing at trembling muscles before pressing them together to give a sharp thrust. "You want me to give this hungry hole what it wants? You want my cock that bad? Want me to fuck you like you need me too?"

God, he loves it. Loves when his husband could fall apart from a few dirty words traded back and forth. To fall apart after a few grinds against his prostate. But he fucking loves the eager pinch to that flushed face. That hunger ripping itself to the surface in those dark eyes as they burned at him. Like he was the one about to be devoured. Eaten alive with not a scrap left of him. It had him groaning when hips jerked down as he began easing his fingers out. "Yes! Yes, yes, yes! Please! Please, Zashi!"

"Then get these boxers off and flip around for me, baby! Put your hands on the headboard and don't you dare think of moving them away until I say so, you hear me?"

"Yes!"

Sliding his fingers out with that accompanying slick sound, he shuffled backwards as hands brushed over his waist. Giving Shouta the space to shift his position when trembling hands dropped down to hook into the waistband of those boxers. It was easier for his husband to get them down. Faster. They were shoved at and flying down legs quickly with hands ripping them away from around his ankles. Flinging them off the side of the bed without a second glance in their direction. And God, it had him flaming with heat.

Watching legs shuffling as he let his gave flick over the familiar sights. He could see a light tremble to the black-haired man's hands and legs from that excitement. The heaving of his chest as it rose and fell with those ragged pants that hitched. The blush smothered over his cheeks spreading down to his collar bones beautifully. Stinging a brilliant red in the tips of his ears as the light glinted off of the studs in his right earlobe. Letting his gaze drop down to the happy trail along his husband's lower stomach.

Following it down where it thickened into the wild, chaotic black curls. Watching hips squirm as he let his gaze flick up to admire the sight of his erection curved against his lower stomach. Twitching. God, Shouta was a sight he couldn't get enough of seeing. Of gawking at when he knew Shouta loved having him do so. It was obvious in the way hips arched up subtly with thighs twitching apart. Offering him that view he could stare at for hours. Days. And fuck him, that wicked grin twitching at his swelling lips?

It seared him. Had his blood burning through his veins at the sight of it. A confidence shining through as racing, hitching pants left his husband when thighs twitched again. It was fucking sexy. Fuck him, it was. Stunning. He swallowed down that pooling saliva from that cliché mouthwatering. Shifting, he reached down to curl his fingers over the waistband to ease down from their bunched up place on his waist. He had to admit, Shouta had gotten them down ever so slightly. Surprising given his awkward reach.

Easing them down his thighs, he leaned back into a proper sitting position to work the fabric down. He felt a rush of heat hit his cheeks at the wet patch left from the drop of pre-come but he knew his husband's were no better. Had felt they were no better. Even if he had told his husband to flip over once he got his boxers off. For he couldn't find it in him to bark out a reprimand. To bark and order him to turn over with his hands on the headboard. Not when he could feel goosebumps rising over his skin.

Shivering at the sight of those dark eyes flicking over him restlessly. Eating him up with a glance alone. It was a look similar to the one his husband had had when he came home Thursday afternoon. That night when he'd decided to take a shower only to have the black-haired man pinning him to the shower wall. Dropping down onto his knees with hands holding him against the wall. It was a hungry, lustful look that had his stomach flipping as heat twisted impatiently beneath his skin. He fucking loves it.

He would let Shouta look at him all he fucking wanted tonight. Whenever he wanted. He reached over to the lube and the golden packet just barely glimmering out of the soft lightings reach. Wrinkling in his grip, his erection twitched against his stomach as he squirted a dollop of lube onto his fingers. Reaching down, he carefully spread it over his piercings in an even coat. The metal glistened slickly under the lighting as he then raised his hands up to bite at the corner of the condom. Ripping it open eagerly.

Fingers shaking lightly with that spark of excitement ripping him apart. An old, twisted flash of nervousness. It had only been five weeks. Six now if it was truly after midnight now but it felt oddly nerve-wracking. He took a deep breath through his nose to break up the shallow breaths as he spit out the thin line of the wrapper out. Dark eyes were riveted to his hands as he brought the slick ring down towards his erection. Easing it down while being mindful as he worked it over the slickly glistening piercings down to the base.

Fussing with the end for a moment, he felt the bed wobbling lightly as he lifted his gaze up to find Shouta turning. The pillow was shoved at much like it had been earlier Saturday morning. Flipping around, Shouta braced himself forward as hands gripped at the edge of the headboard from what he could see. Knees slid over the mattress to spread his legs apart in that comfortable position as he shuffled forward. A shot of heat burst under his skin when he watched his husband's head turn slightly.

Glancing over his shoulder at him as knees dug into the mattress. There was an excited sparkle in that gaze mixing with the heat of it burned him. Threatened to raze him into ash. Reaching out, he brushed his fingers over the black-haired man's waist lightly before grabbing at him in a firm squeeze. Angling his hips backwards had a hitching pants being taken as hips moved with his pull. Pulling his hands away, he grabbed at that right cheek in a firm squeeze. A hard grip that had his husband groaning lowly.

It crested louder when he pulled at it. Spreading him open as he arched his hips forward to give one last tease. One last playful action. Arching forward, he rubbed himself against his husband earning him a whimper that sent shivers down his back. Had his own pants catching as he ground himself against his husband with each slick rub he gave. It was riveting watching himself. Whining when he felt the twitch of that hole beneath him tearing another whimper from Shouta. Hips arching backwards with that silent plea.

An endless chant he knew would come flying out of his husband any second like it had minutes ago. They still rang on loop in his mind. Thrown at him over and over again on an endless loop that had him burning hot. His pants rasped down his throat with that racing speed returning as his husband squirmed. Whimpering at him with that impatient, silent plea that had his stomach knotting with excitement. Grinding himself forward in another slick slide, he moved his left hand. Wrapping fingers around himself.

Then he shifted his hips backwards. Pressing the head of his erection against his husband earning himself another twitch. It had his pants catching in his throat making it tight. The excitement, the heat, the need was ripping him apart like a pack of wild dogs. This was everything he'd been wanting. Everything Shouta had to have been wanting for weeks. Pressing forward against his husband with that firm, consistent pressure had pants rasping in and out of his husband. It was too much. Far, far too much and he loves it.

It was unbearable as he kept up that consistent, nudging pressure until he felt that familiar give. Ohhh, it had him moaning at the exhilarated cry that left his husband. Delight was too simplistic a word to describe that emotion. Not quite relief. Satisfaction? Like he was finally hitting a scratch that had been ignored. Nails dragged over the headboard as he slid forward slickly when a deafening moan flew out of himself. Trembling as it pulled at his vocal cords when hips twitched backwards before stilling.

Heaving in his gasps as nails clawed over the headboard again. Then he eased himself forward. Slowly while being mindful when he sank in closer towards his piercings. He slowed considerably in that slide forward to which his husband whimpered. What did it feel like? Did his husband feel the piercings as they slid in? Or was it lost beneath the condom? Once he was confident, he was past that area of the studs, he happily sank forward the final inches. Bottoming out with muscles clenching down tightly around him.

Contracting in a throb around him as a moan flew out of him in time with his husband. There was an excitement to Shouta's trembling moan that had shivers racing down his back. He ground his hips against his husband who happily joined in with him. A frantic, frenzied movement as he leaned forward dipping his head down. Placing soft kisses over that flexing upper back before making his way up to the back of a shoulder. Fluttering, frantic kisses that had Shouta whimpering at him as hips ground back against him.

That impatience ringing in the sound that he nearly echoed with his own. Unbearably eager. He released the firm grip he had on that cheek to slide his hand up to Shouta's waist to hold onto him. Kneading at him earning himself a shudder from the black-haired man when he scraped his teeth lightly over the back of his shoulder. God, it was hard to breathe around the rasping pants raking down his throat. Around the burning heat under his skin twisting up only to claw beneath the surface of it. It was hot.

God, he was so fucking hot. It was blinding. Better than he thought it'd be after so long. After the sensitivity he'd felt along the underside of his erection but it was better. He moaned in that keening, shrill pitch when his husband clenched around him with a strength that had him breathless. Tight, tight, tight. Hot, hot, hot. It had him threatening to drool if he wasn't careful. If he didn't keep himself in check as he ground himself faster against Shouta who happily moved in accordance to his own grind.

Pants rasped out of his husband on cracking hitches that carried quiet whines. Back of the throat puffs of sounds that never quite formed. Never quiet left him. Whether it was a sound or a word, it lit him aflame. Burned him up. God, he could die happy. Die right now and be overjoyed about it. He felt muscles tensing then when he blinked at the dip of the mattress from the dig of knees pressing into it. He hissed in a breath only to whine shrilly at his husband. Tightening his hands on his waist when Shouta squirmed.

Used the grip on headboard to help rock himself forward then back in a shallow thrust. Impatient. He didn't mind it one fucking bit if his husband wanted to move. He couldn't fault him. After all, he had not a clue how he hadn't moved. How he hadn't given himself what he wanted. Needed. The headboard rattled lightly when Shouta rocked himself forward then back. Hitting lightly against his pelvis with a light squelch ringing out with the backwards thrust. And God knows he couldn't stop himself from moaning.

Giving Shouta that wordless encouragement when that rocking movement was repeated. Shuddering when his husband groaned back at him with such enthusiasm he wondered if that ached. If it pulled at his vocal cords with how amazingly loud that sound was. It sent heat down his back as he held onto the black-haired man's waist as he leaned backwards. Moving from his lean over Shouta's back to allow his eyes to drop down. Shuddering at the flex of muscles in his husband's back as he rocked himself.

The push and pull on the headboard and his knees digging into the mattress. It was a sight of beauty. Watching his husband rocking himself in shallow thrusts that had a light squelch of lube and rubber ringing out with them. The sight of black locks swaying before slithering forward over Shouta's shoulders was absolutely mesmerizing. The sliver of himself he could see sliding in and out of his husband effortlessly with each rock. Oh, it had him moaning out as he clutched at his husband. Digging his fingers into his waist.

He clawed at that feverish skin when he felt inner walls quiver before clenching around him tightly tearing a cry out of him. His hips bucked instinctively into the heat that seemed intent on strangling his erection. In clamping down so damn tight he wondered how he'd be able to move properly. Imagined the effort he'd have to use when he inevitably fell into pace with his husband. He forced himself to stop after snapping forward in a shallow frenzy of eager thrusts. He needed to focus in order to join the pace set.

To keep from possibly ruining it. However, his husband flying back in sharp, backwards hit against his pelvis. It had him wobbling lightly at the forced used as he clutched at the black-haired man. Groaning at that tight clench as Shouta swung forward to which he found himself pulling. Yanking at Shouta's waist forcing him to come back in a jerking, sharp thrust against his pelvis. It had his husband moaning out with such delight it had his pounding heart skipping. Stumbling over those sickening beats.

Tightening his grip on his husband when the man began rocking himself quicker. Coming back in to hit against his pelvis lightly with as much strength as he dared to use. Dragging his nails over his husband's waist, he moaned encouragingly at the black-haired man. Catching the faint sound of nails clawing over the headboard. A light, easy sound to miss compared to the louder ones but it lit him up. Twitching his hips forward in a shallow thrust had Shouta moaning with such strength and volume it had him shuddering.

He gave another shallow thrust clumsily in comparison to the rather sleek glides his husband was making as he rocked on his knees. Using the headboard to push and pull like an additional leverage. And God, it was eating him up. The fact that finally, finally, finally it was happening. That while he hadn't been aching, needing, wanting it for very long it had always been in the back of his mind. When Shouta had come waltzing out of the bathroom with that towel clinging in vain to his hips. Threatening to slip down to pool at his feet.

The soft brush of his skin early Saturday morning when he came home. Mere hours ago. When those dark eyes were glittering at him. Smoldering at him. The cocky little smirks on those full lips that had his blood burning. The desire had clawed itself to the surface the second he paid it attention. The one thing it had needed to flourish so fervently when it was brought up after Shouta came to him about his wet dreams. Asking if they could something, anything, sexual and he'd readily agreed to give his husband what he needed.

Wanted. He whimpered shrilly when Shouta clenched around him again with such strength it had heat blistering under his skin. Boiling his blood. It was hot, hot, hot and he fucking loves it. God, he loves this. His pants were hitching as they caught in his throat only to fly out on a moan. A whimper. Shivers raced down his back at the moans and groans flying out of his husband with increasing volume this entire time. Filled with such delight, such excitement and pleasure it had his toes curling tightly.

Left him breathless. Watching hips easing forward from that shallow depth was mesmerizing. It had him hungry for more, more, more. To watch more of himself be eased out only to be pulled back into his husband when hips hit against his pelvis. Clawing at his husband's waist, he attempted to meet a thrust. Trying his best to keep it from being clumsy. Awkward. And ohhh, the cry it got him for doing such a simplistic action had his hips twitching forward. Meeting another sharp, backwards thrust from Shouta.

He happily threw himself into meeting Shouta's rocking thrusts. He gritted his teeth through a few clumsy thrusts before it evened out. Before he was falling into the set pace as he let his hips inch backwards further with that eagerness. To give a new depth to the thrusts that had his husband moaning at him delightedly. God, it had his stomach flipping as he pulled at his husband's waist weakly with each thrust he met. Coaxing him to come back harder against his pelvis. Fucking hell, it was amazing.

It was driving him insane. Driving him up the wall. For he was hardly the type to abstain from sex to make it better but this? This was by far the fucking best. It was damn near on par with the sex they had after being away on missions. Months spent apart. Was this because they had gone without for nearly six weeks or his piercings? Weeks spent longing? He had no clue but it had heat snapping up his back. Jolts that had his stomach knotting on him with a pooling of pleasure each time inner walls clenched around him tightly.

Pulling at him in that maddening, throbbing rhythm. The feeling had him groaning lowly in his throat as he dug his nails into feverish skin. Clawing at his waist earning him a fervent, excited moan from his husband that he couldn't help but echo with a moan back. The headboard rattled lightly as hands clutched at it. Pushing and pulling at it with the speed of his rocks. When was the last time he had Shouta facing this way? Holding onto the headboard? The breeding kink? Either way he loves it. Loves having Shouta holding onto it.

Gripping onto the headboard like it was an anchor. A teether keeping him chained down as he clutched at it. It was damn easy to imagine the angle he had his husband in now from a different perspective. How it would look to lay beneath the black-haired man while he hovered over him. When those hands clutched at the headboard with nails clawing over it restlessly. How hot it'd be to feel Shouta's impacts down on his pelvis as he rose him with that frenzied energy. Bouncing over him with that eagerness.

God, he could only imagine what a sight like that would look like. To see the black hair he had seen slither over his husband's shoulders trembling as it framed that flushed face. To see the flexing muscles of his thighs with each bounce he gave while the mattress dipped from knees digging into it. The sight of those hips squirming in between each lift and drop the way he knew they would. It was always mesmerizing to watch Shouta move. To watch him bounce to his hearts content on him like he was no more than a toy.

He let his head drop back with a keening moan leaving him as he snapped his hips forward. Earning himself an ecstatic moan from his husband when hips slammed back against his pelvis sharply creating that strike of skin hitting on skin. A new, consistent sound joining in with the cacophony of sounds filling the quiet of the room. It sent shivers down his back as pleasure pooled into his stomach. Inspiring him to keep up those frenzied, snapping thrusts that his husband was following along with.

Rocking himself faster as the bed dipped from that deep dig of knees pressing into it. Rustling lightly with rasping pants being taken in heaving gasps. The shameless way those moans were spilling out of Shouta louder. Coming far more frequently. And he loves it. Loves, loves, loves the sound of that deep voice straining itself on a tremble with those moans. How loud he could get with that confidence that not another soul could hear through the walls. That Shouta could let himself be just as vocal as he was.

Giving a hard squeeze to his husband's waist, he yanked at him forcing him to come back while he snapped his hips forward. A strong impact that resulted in a sharp clap of skin meeting. The wild, throaty moan his husband gave as he squirmed with hips grinding against him. Whimpering when his hands tightened fiercely on the black-haired man's waist. Clutching at him when his husband rocked forward only to repeat that strong backwards swing. Hard thrusts backwards against his pelvis that had him wobbling lightly.

He was burning alive. Roasting in his own skin with a clammy sheen forming over his shoulders. His back. Along his forehead allowing for hair to cling onto him annoyingly yet he could happily ignore it. Forsake it with each snap of his hips forward that tore another moan out of his husband. Another whine and whimper that came out on a cracking, strained note. There was a clammy sheen forming on his husband's skin from what he could catch, and he loves it. He had hated it merely a month ago how suffocating it was.

How the heat of their heaters paired with sex made it far more humid. How he'd felt absolutely smothered in that heat. And now, he was absolutely grateful for it. He didn't care if he was dripping with sweat when it was over or the budding humidity from the vigorous movement. He didn't care about a damn thing outside of those enthusiastic, exasperated sounds flying out of his husband each time he slammed forward. The tight, clenching heat that was pulling at him so desperately it had him moaning out.

Groaning, whining, whimpering right along with his husband as he clutched at his waist. Held onto him tightly when the black-haired man began to rock himself faster. Faster, faster, faster prompting him to snap his hips forward quickly. Meeting those fast, backwards swings that had him gasping in heaving pants. Clawing down his throat, leaving it dry, but he couldn't shut his mouth. Couldn't clench his jaw. Not when his lungs shrieked for air that merely fed into another sound that ripped louder, louder, louder.

He straightened his head up as he watched his husband growing bolder. Confident with his rocking thrusts. And he was all too giddy at the depth that inched further back again as he watched himself sinking into his husband with a squelch. It was so hard to remember to watch out for any sudden pain. Discomfort. It was hard to be mindful of his piercings when he was lost in that rushing heat. The waves of pleasure that came with that tight clench around him. The crisp slap as their skin met with each thrust.

The rasping, ragged pants being taken that fed into exasperated sounds that cut off from the lack of air. Trembling before a new breath was taken that fed into a louder, keening sound. All of it coming together to create the one thing he'd been wanting, needing, craving just as badly as his husband. It was hard to pay attention for the negative when the positive was outweighing it. Muffling it. There was not a thing he wanted to focus on than this. Nothing mattered more than meeting those fast thrusts backwards.

In slamming his hips forward with those slick squelches ringing out with the sharp strike of skin on skin. Couldn't focus or think about when that voice in the back of his head was howling at him to dive forward the second he pulled back. To bury himself in that tight heat fast as he could. Drowning under it as Shouta seemed to be clenching up on him fervently. Contracting around him that threatened to choke him. Making him work to thrust into him with each backwards slid that had him eager to slam forward.

To bury himself in the heat that seemed ready to melt him. Eat him up. God, there was nothing and no one better than Shouta. No one could ever hope to compare. There was a beauty to the muscles flexing in his back. In the sound of his deep voice ringing out only to fill the very corners of the room. In the way hips were jerking themselves back to meet his thrusts. In the feel of him beneath his hands. The feverish heat that was scalding him much like the heat beneath his own skin. He wanted to devour this man alive.

Leave not a trace behind of him for anyone to have. He wanted everything he could get and give it back tenfold to his husband for being so patient with him. For waiting on the side lines while he healed from piercings he wished he'd gotten years ago. Piercings he wished he'd had the hindsight to get earlier so they wouldn't have prompted such a break. But he simply couldn't change that now. A growl ripped out of him in that guttural pitch when Shouta's hips came back against him with a surprising strength.

It had him wobbling with that threat of falling back. Of slipping out. Digging his own knees into the mattress, he leaned forward slamming his hands on to the headboard. It buckled with a sharp rattle under the hit when he pulled his hips back. Slamming forward with that same strength that had his husband moaning enthusiastically at him when he repeated that hard thrust. Again. Again, again, again. Slamming forward with that crisp slap of skin meeting that had his husband jerking back to meet his thrusts.

The slick squelches of the rubber condom and lube together was a shot of heat up his back. The huffing, uneven pants taken were deafening. He could see the blood receding from Shouta's knuckles leaving them a glowing white as he clutched at the headboard. Clung onto it with nails dragging over the wood of it again. He lifted his left hand from the headboard to curl underneath his husband's out stretched arm. Brushing his fingers over his heaving chest had the black-haired man jolting with a wild, breathless whimper

Whimpering at him when he trailed his fingers over a hardened nipple. Dipping his head down, he pressed his lips against his shoulder. Kisses he fluttered over the feverish skin as he then pinched fiercely at that hard nipple tearing a wail out of his husband. Trembling up when he tugged sharply at it in time with a slamming thrust that had choking off in a hiccupping sound. Hips jerking back desperately to meet the hard, fast speed set when a grunt left him at the tightening of those inner walls. Choking him.

It had his own breaths wheezing out of him when a bead of sweat ran down the side of his face. God, everything was so hot. How did he live with this heat under his skin? Twisting underneath it before coming to claw beneath the surface? Eating him up? He loved it. Hated it. It was everything he missed and more. Fuck him, how did his husband expect him to sleep after this? How did he expect him to say that this was enough and roll over to go to bed? To go to sleep now that he was blazing to his core?

Or had that simply been the plan? Had he been right earlier when he'd teased his husband about having a good dream? About laying here merely planning everything out? He knew it didn't matter. At the end of the day this is all that mattered. He knew and Shouta knew it wouldn't be enough. Nowhere near enough and he'd want more, more, more. Shouta would want more, more, more. He tugged sharply at that hard nipple again tearing another wail out of his husband when he increased the strength in that pinch.

Pinching at it harder, harder, harder until nails raked over the headboard when hands began to lift before slamming back down. Breathlessly shouting out as that head lifted to throw itself back against his shoulder. Gasping, panting, heaving in breaths only for them to fly out on a wheeze. A sharp exhale carrying a puff of a sound in the back of his throat. It had him burning. He'd slam every wisp out of his husband if he could. Muscles spasmed around him before contracting tightly in response to a twitch of his erection.

It had him squeezing at the headboard as he released that hard pinch on his husband's nipple after giving another tug. He then slid his hand down his chest. No teasing. No brushing fingertips. Not when he couldn't take this heat much more. The sizzling, burning heat that was sucking his air out of him. Shrinking his world down to slamming hips moving together to create that sharp clap of skin on skin. The squelches accompanying each thrust. Was he pulling back far enough for his piercings to be aggravated?

To slip in and out? If so, then would his husband feel it? Could he feel it from the beginning through the condom? So many questions coming to sting sharply at him as he used his chin to coax the trembling black locks away from his husband's throat. They clung to the clammy skin in vain until he managed to expose enough of it to be satisfied. To press kiss against the clammy skin when he slid his hand down his stomach. Lifting it up as he neared his lower stomach where he trailed his fingers over the skin.

Down towards that twitching erection to brush his fingers along the underside. His lower stomach was soaked from those drops of pre-come smearing over his skin. A runny patch that had him blazing with a flash of heat when his husband whimpered loudly. Jerking his hips forward eagerly before slamming back to meet a thrust. He took the opportunity to slide his fingers over the underside of his erection again. Sliding his fingers to curl around him earned him another keening whimper ringing with an urgency.

A need that had him shuddering. He slammed forward into that heat that seemed intent on choking his erection. Clamping down tight around him making the extra effort behind his pull back necessary. Consistent but God he didn't care. Didn't mind. It was unbearable. Strangling him. There was something so good, good, good about it all that was threatening to drive him insane. That world dissolving to slamming hips. Diving into that clenching heat the second he slipped back. In the feverish heat rolling off his husband.

The breathless shouts leaving Shouta that were chanted consisting of those three singular words. All jumbled, all mixed up, yet all inspiring him forward. As if those three breathless words were all his husband had. All he knew to shout in the moment and fuck him, they got him burning. Had him slamming his hips forward eagerly against his wailing husband. Anything, anything, anything to get another shout of yes, yes, yes. Another wail of please, please, please. To have his name howled like a curse.

Like he was a God finally taking mercy on Shouta by giving him what he wanted. Howled like he was everything. A curse, a word, a noun. It had him burning hotly as Shouta's hips jerked back with nails dragging useless over the headboard. Writhing against him. The spark twisting into his stomach as he happily howled back at his husband. He couldn't focus. Couldn't think. Huffing out responses in a garbled mix that had his husband shuddering against him. Twisting and squirming desperately in between each thrust.

Shouta then threw his head backwards to press against his shoulder. Moaning as hips jerked to meet his slamming thrusts. And he knew he might regret it. Knew he might be aggravating his piercings but that spark twisting in his lower stomach encouraged him to keep going, going, going. Even the half formed pleas leaving his husband that died on wheezing huffs encouraged him to keep on. He knew if he hadn't told his husband to keep his hands on the headboard that he'd be reaching back to grab at his ass.

Clawing at his waist, his thigh, his ass. Anywhere he could grab. And it sent shivers down his back at the thought as he chased after that twisting orgasm. Clawing its way up threatening to rip him apart from the inside out. He forced his hand to move over the twitching erection in his grasp eagerly. Earning himself a delighted, ecstatic moan out of his husband. He tightened his grip on that twitching erection as he slid his hand over it quickly. Curving his hand up to grind his thumb into the dripping head.

It had his husband thrusting eagerly into his hand with each downwards slide of his hand. Whimpers when he curved his hand up to roll his thumb over the slick head until his husband was jerking. He slid his thumb over the head before targeting the slit after smearing away a drop of pre-come. It had his husband shivering with a stuttered cry as he thrusted forward into his hand again eagerly only to jerk back to slam against him. Meeting his thrusts before those inner walls squeezed around his own twitching erection.

Clenching in that maddening throbbing that had his lashes fluttering with the threat of shutting. Threatening to make his eyes roll back. He couldn't take the heat a second longer. He was burning up, up, up and he wanted that heat out of him. He wanted to breathe without it fanning flames under his skin. But fuck him, it was so good, good, good! Being inside Shouta after going weeks without it threatened to make him drool. He wanted to howl his praises to whatever God there was that he'd gotten that okay.

He could feel that light throbbing of his husband's erection in his grasp as he sped up his strokes. Kneading at the base before curving his hand in a twist up towards the head where he happily ground his thumb in tight circles against it. Smearing the drops of pre-come until the black-haired man was thrusting into his hand with a cry. Gasping, writhing, and twisting restlessly against him. Shouta needed only a bit more. Just a little more. He was right there dancing on that edge as his erection twitched.

The tightness of that heat squeezing him so fucking good! Throbbing frantically those inner walls seemed to pull at him. Milking him to coax him into tipping over. It was all boiling into a mess that he'd missed so, so much. Missed fervently. Pulling his hips back, he adjusted their position before slamming forward into that heat. And oh, it awarded him that exasperated wail as his husband jolted against him. Wailing out with each slam forward as he hit at that prostate again. And again. Again, again, again.

Listening to those shameless moans spilling out of his husband. So damn enthusiastically and fervently that he just knew he'd be husky when this was over. Hoarse in the morning. Hands were shaking on the headboard with the left lifting slightly prompting him to move his hand. Pinning it down with grunt when a breathless, keening whimper left his husband when it stilled beneath his. Fingers shifting from that tight grip to instead weave between his own as they clutched at him. Clinging onto him with another whimper.

It had him whimpering back when inner walls spasmed before they began to tighten around him. That sensitivity was driving him insane. He had not a clue if it was simply in his head or it was a true sensitivity from the piercings but fuck it was good. Amazing. It left him breathless. There was a consistent tightening of those quivering inner walls leaving him shouting. The sound clawing up, up, up until his husband squeezed at his hand with a groan. It had him burying his face into the side of his neck.

Clenching his jaw as he fit his fingers snugly in between Shouta's with a hard squeeze. There wasn't a drop of hesitation when Shouta returned that squeeze with a whine. Writhing with a buck of his hips as he slid his other hand along that twitching, throbbing erection. Pre-come dribbling under his fingers when he wasn't fast enough only to be smeared when his husband's head pressed back against him fiercely. Wailing when he slammed in again with a hard, clamping squeeze around his own erection.

Writhing desperately against him as he huffed in gasps of a choked cry. Clutching at the headboard. His fingers. Twisting against him with knees sliding against the bed with the restless twists before that choked cry was cut off. A croak when Shouta stiffened against him with that orgasm. And he was done, done, done. He couldn't do it a second longer. He kept his face pressed into the feverish skin with his howl muffling itself into the skin. Behind his lips he kept pinched shut as he stiffened against his husband.

Squeezing his eyes shut, lashes fluttered fiercely against his cheeks. The snap of white-hot heat rushing over him. A mercy. A disappointment. He wanted it all to last longer but he couldn't, couldn't, couldn't a second longer. A minute longer. He ground himself desperately, urgently against his husband with the muscles in his thighs jumping as they tensed. His stomach flexed when he abandoned that frenzied grinding. Holding himself tightly against Shouta he shook with that stiffness. Suffocating.

Drowning. Melting under that white-hot that was strangling him. Lost in the rhythmic clenching of those inner walls around him that again seemed to be milking his erection for another throb. Another twitch. Another spurt to leave him. Contracting around him with an intensity that had him shaking. Burning. Melting. He couldn't breathe as he kept his face pressed against Shouta's neck. It was so unbelievably, amazingly good. Agonizing but God it was everything. Shouta was absolutely everything to him.

An anchor for him to hold onto. And then a choked, croak of a whimper left his husband when hips thrusted weakly forward as if to help along the tail-end of that orgasm. Shaking against him with hands tightening on the headboard. Shaking beneath his as fingers clutched at his before the black-haired man slumped. Wheezing out a breath only to gasp in another with his head falling forward to press against his free hand. Shuddering when that strangling, white-hot heat rushed out of him leaving him weak in its absence.

Gasping in his breaths through his nose desperately as he kept his face pressed into his husband's neck. Huffing desperately in the silence that weighed heavily in the absence of the melody of sounds being made seconds ago. Minutes ago. Inner walls spasmed in twitches around him prompting him to open eyes he'd squeezed shut. A whimper left his husband when he squeezed at his softening erection instinctively. Forcing his hand away from his husband with a shaking, heavy sigh leaving him in unison with Shouta.

He swore his eyes ached from the force of which they'd rolled back. A dramatic thought but he shuddered when he slid his hand to ret on Shouta's waist only to feel the slickness he smeared onto it. Easing his hips back, he slowly eased himself backward with inner walls twitching before squeezing. Trying to keep him in but he couldn't. It was too much for him. Easing himself out carefully with a slick squelch, he felt shaking fingers squeeze at his with a whimper. As if Shouta wanted to keep him in a moment longer.

Soon. Soon, soon, soon he'd be more than happy to indulge in cockwarming again. Swallowing, he lifted his head far enough to flutter kisses down his husband's shoulder. Felt shivers racing over the black-haired man when fingers tightened on his again. And he wanted to be greedy. To be selfish for the both of them. And God knows he wasn't going to sleep now so surely, he could, right? Fluttering lips up the side of Shouta's neck, he made his way up to his ear. Nipping at his earlobe with a click off the studs.

It earned him a breathless whine as Shouta shook against him when he wrapped his arm around his waist. Leaning back slowly from the headboard with his husband falling back against his chest. A lazy lift of his right hand lifting to twist loosely into his hair. Dragging nails over his scalp when he gave another gentle bite to Shouta's earlobe again. Huffing, gasping pants being taken when the hand in his shifted out of his grasp to fixing their positions. Pressing their palms together as fingers tightly fitted between his.

He buried his face in black locks briefly with a kiss to his head before pulling back to nip at the tip of his ear. He pulled back allowing for Shouta's head to tip back before turning to face him. Felt pants fanning over his burning cheek. A bead of sweat slithered down along the side of his nose when he felt the fingers in his hair twisting. Tugging gently at his hair as he kissed at the black locks of hair gently. Struggling to catch his breath to scrape his words together. To speak. To get out what he wanted.

That he didn't want to stop. It was the last thing he wanted but God he didn't know if he could go right away. He knew it was a bad choice and idea to go again so soon but he didn't want to stop yet. He wanted Shouta again. Just one more time tonight was all he needed. To indulge in that pleasure. To memorize that hoarse and husky quality to his husband's voice as he wailed out. It's all he wanted. Needed. He squeezed the hand in his when he felt his husband's thumb move against the back of his hand gently.

Soothing caresses that melted into firm circles that had him shivering. Melting against the black-haired man when lips pressed softly to his jaw before crawling up. Fluttering over his freckled cheek gently with a nuzzle of his nose and lips against his jaw. Humming softly at him with a weak stutter to the sound as he clung onto Shouta. Warmth shot through him at the affection poured over him. Adoration. Something he was more than happy to give back as he squeezed his arm around Shouta's waist.

Hugging him tightly to his chest as he rolled his fingers into his stomach gently as he turned his face to press gentle kisses to that flushed face. A frenzy that had Shouta laughing breathlessly in a sharp bark that he couldn't help but giggle at. That barking laugh held a raspy quality to it that had his heart jumping right up to his throat. Making it tight as he pulled back to nuzzle his nose to Shouta's. An affection rub that had his husband's nose scrunching briefly before he was joining in on that nuzzle.

Shouta then pulled back with lips pressing to the bridge of his nose which he happily returned with a kiss to the scar beneath his eye. And foggy dark eyes flicked over him when the hand in his squeezed at him. His left raising up to brush over his hot cheek gently. "Yo-You okay, Zashi? Do-Does it hurt at all? Is it-? I me-mean, is there any pain? Ho-How do you feel?"

"I-I feel fuckin' perfect, baby! The fu-fucking best I've felt in we-weeks! God, baby, I fu-ffucking love you, you know that?" Eyes widened at him when he laughed before leaning in to kiss that flushed cheek. Smearing a bead of sweat when he pressed another kiss to the side of his face. "I-I feel fine! It do-doesn't even hurt! I-If anything, I don't know ho-how you expect me to sleep after that!"

"Yo-You saying you wanna go ag-again?" Oh, he could hear the hope albeit it small in his husband's breathless tone. Something he knew that would give way to that husky quality that he'd have first thing in the morning. It had his stomach fluttering excitedly at the thought when fingers skimmed gently over his cheek again. "Ar-Are you sure that's smart, Zashi? I do-don't want you to hurt in the morning. I-I don't want so-somethin' that's supposed to be good ca-cause you pain, you know?"

"I know! I know, baby, and I-I can promise we'll ta-take it easier if we go again! But fuck, baby, yo-you really fucked me good! Ev-Even if we don't go again tonight, that was fu-fucking amazing!" He saw that glint of pride threatening to claw through that blissful look to his husband's gaze. Rolling his fingers gently against his stomach he let out a shaking breath. "I-I think, though, we should go clean up, yeah?"

"Ye-Yeah. But, Zashi, ju-just because I'm worried ab-about you being in pain doesn't mean I'm saying no. To go-going again because I-I do want you. Ke-Keep that in mind, okay? Even i-if we don't have another round to-tonight, there's always tomorrow." Fingers squeezed at his when kiss-swollen lips tilted up into that sweet, crooked smile he adored. Soft. "But if you wa-want too and its safe then I-I'm all for another round tonight. I don't think I-I've had enough."

Shivers. Oh, it had his stomach fluttering viciously when he tightened his arm around Shouta's waist as warmth shot through him at that soft crooked smile. The adoration he saw in it when he pressed his lips against that red cheek once again. "You can call me a dis-disgusting cli-cliché but I'll never ha-have enough of you, baby!"

"You're ri-right! That is disgusting!" It had him chuckling at that playful lilt when his husband leaned in to press those swollen lips to his cheek softly once, twice, before pulling back. "But I love you too, Zashi. So I can forgive that di-disgustingly cheesy and an-an awful cliché phrasing. Af-After all it balances out! You have to live with a pessimistic douchebag fo-for the rest of your life!"

"And I wouldn't have it any other way, baby!"