Don't touch.
Two words that had seemed so simple two hours ago. Two words that had been said as law. As a decree with a delight behind them when spoken. Two words that had seemed easy to follow yet it had Shouta squirming. Restlessness thrumming in a maddening circuit. His fingers plucked at the pillow case beneath him before twisting into it. Clutching it to his palm as the uneven breaths he took filled the space. Painfully loud in the silence of the bed room with the rustling of the blanket beneath him.
Ringing when he squirmed before he could stop it. Twists. How long had he been here? How long had it been since Hizashi had listened to that idea of his that had seemed easy at the time. Simple. How long had it been since the blonde had coaxed him onto the bed? Slid the blindfold he hadn't seen in months over his eyes? It was impossible to know. Impossible to mark time save for the uneven, racing breaths he took making in hard. They certainly didn't mark the passing of time accurately if that was a way to do so.
He had sworn he could handle it. After all, it had been amazingly simple when written on the paper. Don't touch himself. It had been easy to grin at his husband as he tapped at the paper after the blonde had knocked back a few ibuprofen. Switching on and off with an ice pack between his legs with a confused expression. It was only when he sat next to the blonde did, he get the pleasure of seeing that smirk curl over lips. Making that silly little mustache twitch when he caught that wicked sparkle to his husband's gaze.
It had sounded like a simplistic idea that they could do together without the need for Hizashi to be involved. Without feeling the pressure of needing to join him on the bed. He wished he had the hindsight then to know what he knew now. Understood what he was giving permission too. He knew he wouldn't have said no but would it have made it less surprising? Less hot? Endless questions for that endless span of time. His heartbeat throbbed quietly in his ears like a quiet background to it all that it bearable.
An added sound to the rustling blanket and shuddering breaths he took. His hands twitched up above his head with a curious tug at the bindings keeping his arms stretched up. There was a light tingle to his fingers from resting still for a while. The bindings were surprisingly loose compared to the tighter knots his husband had used on him before. He knew it was to be easier on his wrists when he tugged. Yanked and pulled soon enough. It was a chant. That soon, soon, soon Hizashi would have to untie them.
Would give him that permission he had never realized was too easy to give out. Easy to be revoked from him. His breath stuttered with a spark of excitement hitting his stomach. A dull stab that had him squirming as his feet slid over the blanket. Where was his husband? The blonde hadn't been very mobile lately with his preference for sitting. Staying off of his feet. And he couldn't blame the poor man. He had been awed in a horrified way to watch his husband lay out on the piercing table. To watch the process.
Watch as the needle went in three times had been horrifying. Especially considering the three additional ones up near the top that Hizashi would be getting in a much later appointment. It was aweing when he watched the blonde's head back against the table. Gritting his teeth with a clenched jaw as his hand clutched fiercely at his with a strength that had his fingers aching. It was a horrified awe he'd felt that night they had tried urethral sounding. And once it was done, they were given a list of things to look out for.
Swelling. An overabundance of bleeding. If Hizashi felt anything was wrong, then he was to go to the doctors. Go back to the piercer. The list was hard to remember but the blonde was taking it easy. Taking ibuprofen when he could and icing when he needed it. Checking after each bathroom visit where his husband would come walking back stiffly. Trying not to let his thighs brush together too often. It was an agony he couldn't imagine willingly going through yet there had been delight to his husband when it was over.
A sparkle of excitement like he had been handed a gift rather than a mirror. Staring at the three studs glinting along the underside of his dick like it had been a present. He'd never understand why Hizashi wanted them. Why he had seemed to excited. Overjoyed to have them. And he wouldn't dare question it. If his husband wanted it, then he'd have it. For the remainder of that afternoon the blonde had stayed off of his feet. Pain twisted at his face, strained his voice when the blonde spent to much time on his feet.
Shuffling off to find a chair when he'd been cooking dinner that night. Saturday had been much like the day before. The blonde had been tender. Unbelievably so when he'd woken in the morning to the blonde hissing curses. Whimpering to himself through the crack of the bathroom door before the toilet was flushed. Water ran as he waddled back to the bed only to find him awake. It was a routine held between them for the remainder of the weekend. It was hard to leave his husband at home alone.
To leave him there alone created an anxiety in him when the blonde told him he'd taken work off. Put in sick days for the next week with a trace of reluctance to his voice. As if he didn't want to. Didn't want to give up their only hours of seeing one another. He did his best to mend the gap by texting his husband. Calling him when he had a moment to do so. Face Timing with the blonde at night as they got ready for bed together. He did his best to stop by their home to give his husband the affection when needed.
Taking the time to help him in the shower and watching the methodical manner the blonde cleaned his piercings. Memorizing it for future showers and baths together. It was hard to believe a week had flown by until he was pulling up in the driveway with his bag in the back. It was far easier to pamper the blonde as he nursed his ice packs and walked cautiously around the house. Taking ibuprofen as need be. Taking care of the house, the cats, and Eri ate up his focus. Making sure his husband was comfortable.
All of it was his top priority to keep Hizashi from worrying. Fussing. He found it amazingly easy to pick up a routine around the house that circled on Hizashi carefully watching his piercing. Helping him when he could. It was a blur of hands reaching for affection from him and replying in kind. Brushing out the blonde locks before bed and in the mornings. Going so far as to buy a stood for his husband to sit in the shower should he need it too. It was a painful thing to see the swollen appearance to those piercings.
How red the skin was with that inflammation. Unimaginably tender when his husband would twitch and whine with the overstimulation. No matter how delicately he touched and lifted to help clean the small crusting of blood should it appear overnight. The lymphatic fluid as Hizashi explained through hissing breaths. It was hard to believe it when he was packing his duffel again that following Sunday night. Their routine was picked up seamlessly while he was away for those three nights. Absolutely effortless.
The only difference being he was seeing Hizashi in different rooms when they spoke on Face Time. It gave him hope that despite the tenderness plaguing his husband he was turning a corner. Hesitantly branching out with at home tasks. All while he kept up his communications with Nezu about his time off. Waved off by the rodent with wishes on his speedy recovery. The second week had flown by in the blink of his eye yet he hadn't realize that quiet stirring. The low, idle twisting of desire he began to feel.
An undercurrent when his stomach fluttered at the sight of Hizashi smiling at him. Ruffling the blonde locks up causing them to sway against his back. The longing that pulled at him when he pulled the blonde onto his lap rather than their usual positioning. A quiet desire twisting into him slowly with those softer kisses traded. Lacking the usual heat as he held the blonde on his lap. When Hizashi was fluttering kisses over his shoulders and upper back. Kneading at the tight muscles until they were relaxing.
A heat that was beginning to boil that he had failed to notice right away. He had choked it down in a moment of arousal when he'd been watching the blonde rubbing his lotion into his arms. His throat and chest causing piercings to wink in the low lighting of their bedroom. It was only when those eyes had flicked to him with a question that he choked it down. Shoved it into a ball to analyze later. Take care of it later. And it was a routine. Keeping himself busy around the house and with his husband's recovery.
Keeping an eye on the blonde's piercings as well. Holding breaths that the threat of infection stayed away with each saline soak of the piercings. Always so exhausted by their second shower of the day to clean the piercings at the end of the day. Feeling that arousal while Hizashi went about his bedtime routine of lotion being rubbed into freckled skin. Choking it down with the promise of a later that was forgotten. It wasn't until that second Sunday that it was the hardest. That his body made it suddenly clear.
The realization that he needed something. Needed to do anything he could before he came home again as he welcomed Hizashi close when they laid down. The fruity, citrusy smell of his soaps leaving him dizzy with the twisting of desire. Of the want razing into him until he was fearing he'd never sleep. Not without slipping away. It was easy to say goodbye to Hizashi that Monday morning when the blonde waved him, Eri and Hitoshi off. It was that night, however, that a rather maddening cycle started.
He wasn't one to get wet dreams very often nor did he get them back to back the way others seemed to. He had never thought it possible to be plagued with wet dreams night after night. Monday night held for him a wet dream that robbed him of breath by the next morning. Flushed. It was then he began to tackle the task of taking care of himself. Working it out of him anyway he could before bed the next night. Tuesday night had merely held the same answer for him in the form of another wet dream.
One with an intensity that had him jerking awake after midnight to the gasping breaths rasping down his throat. Squirming, twisting against the mattress as he kicked away the rest of his comforter clinging in vain to his legs. Slipping off of the bed sometime in the night while he'd been sleeping. Hot as he caught the tail end of a sound keening out of him. It had been hard to go back to sleep Tuesday night. It was maddening. To ache so fervently in a blinding burst. To want, need, and long for something.
Needing and wanting the very thing he hadn't realized he'd taken for granted. He was exhausted Wednesday. Relying heavily on his jelly pouches and coffees. Too worried on sleeping for the fear of it yielding another wet dream he wouldn't be able to deny should anyone find him in the midst of it. How amazing it was to ignore something only for it to come back with a vengeance so intense. The worried comments of his husband that night had merely made him flushed. Turning his face an unflattering, blotchy red.
Something he was able to wave away by the time they were hanging up. And, much to his relief, he was exhausted enough to sleep soundly for the first handful of hours. A black, heavy sleep he'd been grateful only to wake Thursday morning confused. The alarm screaming in his ear from his phone as he found himself flushed. Breathless with muscles twitching in the aftershocks of an orgasm that had him shuddering. Shaking. It was unfair. Three weeks he'd fought it off only to fumble on week four? He'd wanted to shout.
Scold himself until he was sick of his own voice. He instead decided to give himself the discipline he needed. That afternoon he'd chosen to go to the workout area for the staff. Identical for that of students. He had spent two hours running, lifting, punching it out. Trying to exhaust himself to the point of disinterest. Working to get that pent up energy out. That he could be level headed before returning home. It fended off the dreams for two days. Two very long days of having Hizashi tucked into his lap.
Lips on his as he struggled to keep that desire from ripping to the surface. And truly, to his husband's credit the blonde did ask him how he was doing. Always fussing over him not to work harder than need be. Always asking where he was at emotionally. If he needed anything. And he'd merely fed the blonde half-baked truths. Water downed lies. The last thing he'd wanted was Hizashi feeling obligated to help him when he was still tender. Still aching in that third week of time off yet he was doing better.
But he bit back the truth a little while longer. That is what he had promised himself. He had placate the blonde the best he could that weekend, yet he knew it did little when he was waking the following morning gasping. Squirming with his husband's arm tightening around him as the deafening snores cut off. It was worse. Worse than being alone and waking with that heat. It made him happy to put the space between those three nights in the final week of January. Leaving them a mere two days from February.
Hizashi seemed all too happy to be returning to work yet it had merely caused a catastrophic effect on his dreams. On his sleep. To focus on his work when he needed it too desperately. It was that third Wednesday he broke. He couldn't take the pent up desire a second longer. The ache that was infecting his bones until he was gasping. His chest tight the mornings after as he rolled away from the drool soaked patch on his pillow. Gasping, whining, whimpering, pleading for something. It was mortifying.
He'd wanted anything as his hips jerked up into the air. The blanket wadded between them. It was as they returned home that he had decided to find a way to broach the topic. Anyone, surely, would be desperate, wouldn't they? To go from a consistent, active sex life to nothing? He couldn't help feeling shameful. Disgusting to want when his husband was aching. It was then that he'd broken the list out to choose something the two of them to do. An option they could do together without penetrative sex.
It was only when he did that he brought it up. It led to a lengthy conversation between them that Thursday night. Hours lost in Hizashi trying to press into him it was only natural. Reassurance given back and forth until he was surprised to find their common ground being established together easily. It was a conversation that spilled into yesterday morning. Murmured together after their shower when he'd been nursing a cup of coffee with Hizashi who seemed to be far more insistent on the normalcy of that desire.
Round and round with it as they went further in depth until they were moving to get ready for the day. There was a tenderness to his husband that had him moving slower but he was happy. Content to be back at work. Their common ground had been found with a conversation that had him feel foolish. Silly for having not spoken up from the very first flicker of heat he'd felt. The very first night he'd felt that desire three weeks ago. But it was worth it, wasn't it? To air it out enough to get that understanding.
To highlight choices on their list that would be easier for them to do going forward. Ideas on it that they could do together without penetrative sex. Establishing new ground rules and new boundaries together to work around the blonde's new piercings as they healed. It was a conversation that had reinforced the countless ones they'd had the weeks before that appointment of his. And truthfully? To hear his husband say he wanted him but was too tender to do anything about it stroked an ego he didn't know he had.
Something that had him feeling calmer. Less guilty. Hell, it eased some of that shame he'd been feeling for wanting anything sexual from his husband. It was eased further to know that Hizashi truly did want him back. That he wasn't the only one dealing with the consistent twisting of desire that was driving him insane. Driving him to a breaking point sexually that he hadn't been at in years. It had left him eager for Saturday. The hours had taken their sweet time but it had been ridiculously hard to sleep the previous night.
For it was the day. And today things seemed easier on his husband. There were bouts of overwhelming tenderness for his husband but when he'd come to his husband? Show him what he wanted? It had brought a smile to his husband's lips that he could see even now. An excited light to his gaze as pink spots formed on freckled cheeks. It was clear how ridiculously worried he'd been the weeks prior. Especially with how overjoyed his husband looked at the thought of joining him. As if he had given him a gift.
It didn't truly matter to his husband if he couldn't be involved as he usually was. And two hours ago, it had seemed so much fun to think about. To play with. God knows it was much different than the bland words spoken together and written on the paper. Shaking off the thoughts swarming him, he rolled his wrists curiously before yanking firmly at them. Looking for a give only to find none. It sent shivers down his back at the bite of the silky rope into his wrists when he clenched his hands into fists.
Where was Hizashi? He tried straining his ears yet he got nothing. It wasn't as if he was left alone in the room to his own devices. Work a way out himself. His trembling, shallow breaths had his chest fluttering quickly as he shifted his legs before bending his knees upwards slightly. Just enough to dig his heels into the mattress. Shifting his hips up to adjust his position as he settled back onto the bed when he rolled his head against the pillow. The rustle of his hair was deafeningly loud in his ears.
Even the quiet drag of his earrings when they managed to touch the pillow. His cheeks were throbbing lightly with the force of his blush burning there as it spread to sting the tips of his ears. It was hard not to wriggle in place. Squirm and twist over the cool blankets beneath him while tugging at the restraints around his wrists. He wished he knew how long it had been. Surely not that long? But what if it has been? What if he's been laid out on the bed all day while Hizashi went about his business? Left him here alone?
Would he come back to him if that was the case? It had his breath catching in his throat at the thought of being left alone. However, it wasn't a rational thought given their doors couldn't be locked from the outside. That meant his husband would have to install a lock on the outside to leave him like this. His heart sprinted sickeningly against his chest with a frantic speed when he pressed his slightly bent knees together. A light thud that sent pain tingling up his thighs tearing a quiet whine out of him as he shifted again.
The rustle of the blanket beneath him as he squirmed was just as loud as his hair over the pillow. Unmistakable. It was thrilling. It reminded him of their night when they'd tried sensory play. The only difference being his hands weren't bound together with their quirk canceling cuffs. He wanted to say something. Ask if the blonde was still there the way he had God knows how long ago when he'd gotten answer. It was a compulsive urge to question out loud again. Instead, he swallowed the words down.
He knew it was irrational to ask but he wanted too. He dragged his teeth over his lip then bit down on it to keep the question from flying out of him. When Hizashi had mentioned the blindfold, he had happily agreed. Even the idea of those shibari skills to use had him over the moon. It had been so long since the blonde had broken out their silky rope. Since Hizashi used it on him with those tight knots that never gave. No matter how hard he pulled at them. It had his skin thrumming at the feel of the rope around his wrists.
There was a vulnerability to it all that had his blood burning through his veins as he laid there. He was far from helpless as his legs were free but God if it didn't feel risky. With his hands tied up to the poles of their new headboard and the blindfold over his eyes? It was limiting. It could leave him utterly helpless if his legs were incapacitated somehow. And it was hot. He didn't understand what about it was getting him so flushed but fuck he didn't care. He truly didn't. All he knew was he was having the time of his life.
It was agonizingly frustrating but God if it wasn't fucking exciting. If anything, he'd bet his husband was far more worked up than himself. He could only imagine that outside view of himself. There had been a devious sparkle to those green eyes when fingertips had brushed over his skin earlier. When the blonde seemed to take a delight in stripping his clothes off for him while taking the chance to brush his fingertips over him. Palms. Lips. All of it had him wound tighter until he was climbing on the bed eagerly.
Hizashi following after him with that excited sparkle to his gaze. That smile deepening on his lips as his wrists were tied upwards with that low voice talking to him. Telling him how this would play out step by step. Their familiar rules they had for moments like these. For while it was far from a BDSM scene the rules of one had spilled into their sex life seamlessly. The color system they used and their safe word being used each time they had a heavier session when it came to sex. And he absolutely loved it.
Loved that there was an additional sense of security to it all. One that blended seamlessly with the silent system they'd had for years. To not forsake thier taps and squeezes but rather blended it in with their new rules when he couldn't breathe. Couldn't talk. All of it melted together to create an amazing safety system for them both. Especially when they decided on something that could be considered outside of the "vanilla" boundaries. Taking a deep breath, it shuddered on an exhale when he squirmed again.
Unbale to stop himself from pulling again curiously at his bindings only to have that silk rope bite into his wrists. There was so much to it all rather than keeping his hands off of himself than he would have ever experienced. He had gone to Hizashi asking for him to have a control over it. To keep eyes on him to ensure he didn't touch. Not his chest or his stomach. Not his sides or hips. Nothing. He wanted that tight control over him. He wanted that quiet sense of helplessness. It had had him floating.
His teeth dug into his bottom lip creating a jolt of pain when he pressed his head back against the pillow. Where was he? It was a question that simply wouldn't rest. Wouldn't leave him be. A trembling breath left him as the words bubbled in his throat making it tight. Insufferable. And then there was a quiet rustle off to the left of him that had him jerking his head towards. Instinctively turning to look in his husband's direction when he heard a quiet click. The muffled buzzing of the vibrator filled that silence.
The same way it had intermittently for God knows how long. He hissed in a breath only for it to fly out on a whimper pulled at his vocal cords with its pitch. There was a quiet desperation weaving into him again as it flickered to life. A silent plea for no more. No more teasing. No more playing with the settings on this damn vibrator. The blonde had already edged him once and God, he couldn't imagine doing it a second time. A third. He couldn't. The blonde had edged him once with that wicked delight earlier.
Playing with the different settings making that vibrator buzz in bursts that had him writhing. Short pulses of buzz that had had him shouting. Every damn setting one could imagine was what his husband used on him. All for the sake of getting him harder than anything. All to get that silicone cock ring of his on only for him to get nothing following it. How long ago had that been? He couldn't remember. Couldn't think long enough to remember. Bending his knees up, he planted his feet to the bed firmly.
Pushing down to buck his hips up with a huff flying out of him. Moaning with that eagerness as he bucked up again when there was a light creak from a chair next to him. The one they'd kept after that night of chair bondage. His thighs twitched before he let his knees fall to the sides as he listened to that buzzing. It was sending waves of heat up his back with the close proximity to his prostate. So close, close, close to it. A breathless whine left him at the thought of the vibrator being shoved in the final inch.
Pushed in him all the way to press against it the way he wanted it too. He was hot. So hot, hot, hot. His erection twitched against his stomach with another drop of pre-come smearing onto his slick stomach. He couldn't imagine the mess on his stomach or how it caught the lighting. Or were they off? He didn't know. Whimpering, he arched his hips up with a jiggle as the vibrator continued buzzing away. Chipping at his patience. Eating him up with each buzz given. Breaths were coming shallowly with each inhale he took.
He tugged at the ropes when he felt the bed shift lightly. A hit against the edge of it. His chest arched up with another whimper flying out of him at a keening pitch. Desperate for a little more. Anything. He was burning up with each throb his erection gave as it rested against his stomach. It made him wonder if it possibly looked as swollen as it felt. Because it ached. All of him ached with that desire for a single touch. A single kiss fluttered over his feverish skin. There was nothing he wouldn't do to get something.
Anything to aid that pleasure pooling into his stomach again with that consistent buzzing. He squeezed around the vibrator tearing a wild moan out of himself at the change of intensity as he did so. Writhing as he couldn't stop himself from clenching around. An action that had the vibrations, once surface level, sinking into him. Vibrating into the muscles giving sparks of heat up his back as his breath crested quickly into the panting speed it'd been at before. Gasping. God, it was unbelievably exciting.
He didn't know what about it all that made it exciting or if it was truly everything. The bed shifted lightly again to which he jumped to look in the direction of it as his lashes fluttered on his cheeks. He could open them under the blindfold but what was the point? Either way he wouldn't see a thing. He whimpered when there was another light click close to him. It was muffled but he could hear it as the vibrations jumped up in speed tearing a cry out of him. Writhing at the consistent waves sent up his back.
Feeding into that thrumming restlessness under his skin. Fed into the heat clawing up from his bones to attack him beneath it. Leaving him feverish against the blankets. There was a clammy sheen itching over his skin that he couldn't wait to wash away. Until then it merely had him twisting. Rubbing against the blanket as his head pressed back further into the pillow that ruffled deafeningly in his ears. Jiggling his hips up with a keening moan ripping out of him that gave way to allow others to follow suit.
Moaning pleadingly. Eagerly. Desperately. An urgency to get there. To get the damn ring off of him to avoid the threat of a dry orgasm. Something that would only serve to rile him up further and they both knew it. It would only make him insatiable. Beg for more, more, more from his poor husband. The last thing he wanted was to rub it in his face so that he could comfortably get off while Hizashi couldn't. Not yet. But his husband had seemed rather content in joining him. In helping with breathing life into the idea of this.
Squirming, his feet slid over the blanket with those shameless moans flying out of him as he clenched around the vibrator again. Writhing with jiggling hips thrusting up into the air as his erection twitched against his stomach with drops of ore-come smearing over wet skin. God, he'd had his stomach slick after a round of sex but this? This was too much. It had him keening out his moans as the vibrations had him thrumming. Shuddering at the clench that allowed them to sink deeper to buzz his damn pelvis.
He swore it. Thrusting up frantically, he yanked at the rope keeping his hands up urgently. Desperately with hard pulls at the binding as he shouted with that pooling of pleasure. Unbearable. The poles rattled lightly from his yanking yet the ropes refused to fall apart on him. Refused to release him. There was a heat twisting under his skin that reminded him too much of those nights twisted in his blanket. In the wet dreams that left him robbed of breath. Aching, aching, aching. Longing. Wanting.
His hips jerked uncertainly down then up with a frustrated groan flying out of him. They twitched down as if to grind down against the mattress for the sole hope it'd get him what he wanted. Get the rest of the vibrator in him without his hands yet he couldn't stop jerking up. Squirming as his feet slid over the blanket again with his thighs falling open. Knees falling to the sides to display that flexibility he knew Hizashi found aweing. Hell, he was awed by the display of his own flexibility. Like he was just as surprised.
Taken aback by something that had taken him years to achieve. But he knew it never stopped being surprising. Aweing. Pants rasped down his throat unevenly threatening to choke him. Make him cough in between the moans and whimpers they fed into. The whines and groans that spilled out of him shamelessly. He thrusted up again in a jerk as his erection twitched again. Throbbing against his stomach as that ring kept its tight grip around the base of it. It was so fucking good. Agonizing. Torturous.
But oh, it was good. He couldn't imagine having done this another way with his husband. The bed dipped then as he dug his feet into the bed to arch his hips on a thrust. Whimpering desperately for a touch. Just one is all he needed. There was a light click of a tongue when he felt the bed dip with a wobble as Hizashi settled himself down next to him. Fingers flicked at locks of hair that had fall over his forehead. Fallen in his face that he hadn't felt. Hadn't thought of feeling for a while now as they were unimportant.
Fingertips brushed down his cheek lightly as they traced down. There was a light brush over his parted lips that had him whining. Pressing an eager kiss the pads of the blonde's fingers. They slid along his bottom lip when they parted with those pants as a soft hum left his husband. A sound that sent shivers down his back as he clenched instinctively around the vibrator. Moaning at the intensity of the vibrations when fingers pressed against his lip before drifting down to his chin. Down towards his throat with a light touch.
One that nearly had him squirming with that ticklish sensation. He fought it down in favor of happily offering up the area to allow fingers to drift over it. Coming down to his heaving chest as his pants hitched in his throat before coming shallowly. Raggedly with that anticipation as nails clawed through the curls of hair. Lifting up again to brush fingers down his chest towards his stomach. The excitement was strangling him. The eager anticipation as he jiggled his hips up impatiently. Pleading silently for what he wanted.
Needed. He felt breathless when fingers slid through the slick patch of pre-come with another soft hum. A response to the twitch of his erection? Or something else? He wanted to ask. To demand the blonde touched him properly already. Yet his breath merely flew out on moans and whimpers. A keening pitch that was drifting far too close to that mewling pitch that always had him embarrassed. Mortified later on. But could he blame himself? He'd been laying here for God knows how long as the blonde teased him.
Tormented him by turning the vibrator on and off with varying speeds. Intensities with it. Edged him at least once and from there it had been a game. One to make him drool. To see how much he could take. Fingers slid over his stomach through the slick patch of pre-come before fingers came back up. It didn't take a rocket scientist to know where they were going. To know what his husband wanted him to do. He swallowed before he felt the light, wet touch to his bottom lip that he took a breath to calm himself.
Strangle the excitement down before opening his mouth wider. Fingers slipped in to which he closed his mouth around them to suck lightly. There truly wasn't much of a taste to it. A trace of bitterness to it but it was hardly overwhelming. He lapped at the pad of Hizashi's fingers as he sucked fervently at them. He wriggled his tongue between to give that quiet temptation the satisfaction it wanted. He lapped and slid his tongue against the blonde's fingers delightedly. Lapping at his fingers eagerly with a whine.
Suckling at them while undulating his tongue against them with a squirm. Massaging his tongue against them until they were slipping backwards to which he bit down lightly. Letting his teeth drag over Hizashi's fingers as they pulled free from his mouth. Sliding over his bottom lip slickly before moving up to his top. Rubbing as if it was lipstick. His hips thrusted up before moving in a cagey side to side. It was as if his body was trying to replicate that rocking motion only to find nothing to press again.
No one to move with him. That vibrator buzzed cheerfully as it sent waves of sparks up his back. All from the vibrations that stimulated the area under his prostate. Twisting, he yanked at the restraints around his wrist when fingers were brushing over his left hip. Over the tattoo there as they moved to trace out the shape of it. The writing of the blonde's name. Groaning when nails dragged over the edge of it before moving down to caress his shaking thigh. The groan bubbling out of him held a note of impatience to it.
Frustration. Hizashi knew what he wanted. Knew it but he wasn't giving it to him. Why? Was it to drive him insane? Make him beg? Plead? The soft brush of Hizashi's palm against his feverish skin felt good. Unbelievably nice. His uneven pants caught on a hitch when that hand slid inwards to his inner thigh. Caressing the sensitive area had him whining impatiently at his husband when it slid up. Right there only to slip back down. There was another click of the small remote the blonde held in his hand. An insignificant sound.
But it was a click that had him arching up with a twisting squirm as his feet slid over the bed. Wailing at the speed chance once again that had him jerking. Jolting with arms jerking to yank at the ropes desperately. It was unbearable. To lay out for God knows how long as his husband tormented him. Teased him like this. Thrusting up in a frenzy as his erection jerked up from his stomach in a twitch. Settling back into place as it throbbed with the screaming insistence to do something about it. To give himself anything.
The poor thing felt absolutely swollen. Engorged. Nowhere near as bad as Hizashi's had been but fuck, he wanted a bit of relief. Something. Anything. He wanted, needed and longed to have just one touch. One touch to make it stop. To have the ring come off for even a second. Let him come once for it was all he needed. All he wanted. More than he wanted Hizashi to climb between his legs. More than he wanted the blonde to pull the vibrator out of him. More than he wanted Hizashi to fuck him into the bed.
To obliterate him and leave him truly breathless by the end of it all. He just wanted to come one time. Taste the relief of having the orgasm he'd been denied earlier. Each buzz of the vibrator was driving him insane. Pulling tighter, tighter, tighter at the strand of sanity he had left. Heat was boiling his blood through his veins as he panted raggedly with hitching whines leaving him. Desperate. Pleading. He'd tried to remain still in the beginning. For he knew the second he'd shown how the blonde got under his skin that would be it.
And yet he couldn't. Couldn't force himself to lay still a second longer with that buzzing. Three settings high and he knew this vibrator had six speeds. Six to drive him insane with. It was what Hizashi had done earlier after playing with the different patterns. Jumping that speed up higher, higher, higher. Faster. His chest heaved with the shallow, uneven pants flying out of him scraping his throat raw it felt as nails dragged over his hip again. His legs shook lightly as he jerked his hips up with a pleading whimper.
Anything. He'd take, give, do anything for a moment of relief. This scene wasn't far from a dream of his last week. It was wildly different with certain elements but it was driving him crazy like he thought it would. That buzzing vibrator was so loud. It was all he could hear. All he could feel as he squirmed against the blanket. Tugging fervently at his restraints as he hoped for them to unravel. Hoped that they stayed in place. It had him moaning delightedly in that keening pitched when the ropes refused to give.
Instead, they bit into his wrists when that twisting, choking desire ripped at him. The desperation. It clawed up his throat tearing a cry out of him as he shook his hips with that impatience. Gasping as fingers brushed over his waist lightly with a teasing lightness to it. God, he didn't know if he should praise his decision. If he should howl at the blonde his thanks for doing this for him. Curse him for doing this to him. It was a twisting and flipping mess of emotions when fingers were tracing lightly over his feverish skin.
When Hizashi was doing so with the lightest touch imaginable. Light enough to feel yet not enough. Nowhere near enough. It was amazing. Fingers skated around the slick, runny patch on his stomach to brush up his sternum. Up to his chest where fingers lifted up to his jaw with a light brush to it when Hizashi's palm was pressing to his burning cheek. Right below the blindfold that had him sweltering. Had his forehead breaking out in a thin sheen of clammy sweat that his hair clung too annoyingly.
He felt that thumb stroking gently along the edge of the mask. Then he felt a shift next to him as he tipped his face towards Hizashi as lips pressed against his forehead softly. He whimpered with a weak tug at the ropes when soothing circles were rubbed into his cheek. "How are you doing, baby? You wanna give me your color? I haven't checked in with you for a bit but are you enjoying yourself? Or do you need to stop?"
Oh, that low voice sent shivers down his back as he whimpered. Tugging weakly again when he felt the warmth of Hizashi's breath on his left cheek before a kiss was placed against it softly. "Do-Don't wanna stop, Zashi! 'm green! I just- Mm! Ah! Please! Please, please, touch me, Zashi? Please? I need it! Please! Fu-Fucking please! I can't take it anymore! I-I wanna cum! Please? I-I'll be so good! So good! I-I won't let it get pent up anymore! Just please, for the love God, fucking touch me, Zashi!"
"You see, Sho, if you had told me the truth you wouldn't be so worked up, now, would you?" His breath shuddered out of him at the low pitch of Hizashi's voice when lips fluttered down his cheek towards his jaw softly. "If you'd told me sooner you wouldn't have been so desperate, would you? Now look at you, baby, all worked up because you kept it to yourself for three weeks! Tell me, when was the last time you touched yourself? I'm guessing it's been a while given how swollen your poor cock is, hasn't it?"
Whimpers left him when fingers brushed along the underside of his erection. He thrusted up eagerly only to have fingers pull away as a keening whimper ripped out of him. Swore he felt that odd sting to his eyes as he jiggled his hips with a whine taking place of a whimper. "Please! Please, I promise! Promise, Zashi, I'll take be-better care of m-mmyself! Be honest! Just please! I ha-haven't done anythin' since last Friday! I want it! Need it, please! Ta-Take the ring off! Let me cum! Please, I-I'm begging you, Zashi, please!"
"If you're begging me then I think you can do better, can't you?" A breath shuddered out of him sharply when fingers brushed over his throbbing erection again. It was driving him crazy. God, when was the last time he had this? What was it Nemuri had called it? That Hizashi called it? A domming? It was hard to think about a silly little word. Insignificant in the moment. "I bet if I took this ring off, you'd only want more, wouldn't you? How many orgasms do you have in you, baby? How long have you been holding back?"
"Too long! Need you! Please, I need it! Want it! Zashi, baby, please take it off! Please, let me cum! Please!" It was embarrassing how breathless he sounded. The strained whimper leaving him when lips fluttered down his throat when he felt fingers tap lightly at the head of his erection. "Za- Daddy, please? I-I need your hands on me! Make me feel good! Please, touch me! I-I swear I'll let you do whatever you want wh-when you're cleared! Let you choke me wi-with your cock! Fuck me in the ca-car! Anything!"
"Oh? You think resorting to calling me Daddy will get you your way, huh?" Teeth nipped at his Adam's Apple tearing a whine from him. Shrill. It pulled at his vocal cords as he shook his hips again before jumping up at the light tap of fingers against the head of his erection. A slick tap that had his heart pounding. "You're so wet, Sho, you know that? You're making such a mess! You wanna cum? Then beg me for it! You're dripping all over yourself and I know exactly what you want! So beg Daddy like you mean it."
God.
He writhed as he yanked at his bindings with a cry when fingers rolled over the head of his erection slickly. Smearing away the drops of pre-come only to tap slickly at it causing his hips to thrust up eagerly only for fingers to jerk away. Leaving him with nothing. It was everything he could have hoped for after going to Hizashi with his choice. "Le-Let me cum! Daddy, please! I'll gi-give you anything! Do anything! Swear it! I- Mmm! Ah! Just touch me! I-I'll let you cum in me wi-without a condom! Make a mess outta me!"
"I don't need to do that just to make you a mess, do I? You're already making a mess, baby, aren't you? You really want me that bad, huh? You want my cock in you? I bet you'd break it with how tight you have to be, wouldn't you? I bet you'd be so impatient you'd pin me down, wouldn't you, baby? Clench around my cock so good while bouncing on me like the good boy you are? And I bet you'd want it again, wouldn't you? You want me to fuck you all night long! Fuck you silly in the backseat of the car like I did before?"
"Yes! God, yes! I would, I would! I want you so bad! So bad! It's dri-driving me crazy! Want your hands o-on me! Wanna feel you in me again! Want your cock in me so de-deep! Filling me up like it al-always does! Fuck!" He knew he'd be embarrassed later at the howling pitch. Shouting at the top of his lungs when he jerked his hips up when Hizashi's slick fingers slid along the underside again. "Wa-Want you to cum in me! All over me! I ju-just wanna cum! Please, Daddy! 'm good! So, please! I'll do anything!"
Teeth nipped at his collar bone gas he gasped in those ragged pants with a harsh tug at the ropes. Digging in his wrists with each pull until he knew they'd be tender later. Sore. It'd be a problem for later when the time came to remedy it. A low moan left his husband as fingers tapped at the head of his erection for a third time. Tearing a guttural moan out of him when they rubbed tight circles against it. "So, you'd really do anything for it? Do anything to cum for me?"
"Yes! Yes, I would! For fucks sake, Zashi, Daddy, let me cum! I can't- I don't wanna wait anymore! I wa-want it now! Ri-Right fucking now!" Gasping. Heaving for air to feed into words to shout at his husband who moaned into his chest again in that low pitch when teeth nipped at a hardened nipple. He didn't care if it was only once. He didn't care if the ring went back on after to tease him for additional hours. He just wanted one orgasm and he wanted it now. That desperation was intense. Gripping at him viciously.
Threatening to turn into pain. It gripped his bones with each throb of his erection against his stomach as that vibrator continued buzzing cheerfully in him. All of it a tease. All of it driving him mad. And he couldn't regret the decision he'd made when it was all so good. God, it was fucking good and he didn't regret a damn thing. Yanking at the ropes, he felt a shift of his husband which resulted in breaths fanning over his cheek. Shaking lightly. "Do you really think you deserve it when you're talking to me like that?"
"Yes! I want to cum! Let me, let me! It hurts! Hu-Hurts so good just let me! I can't take this anymore! Le-Let me cum! Just one time! On-One time! I fucking deserve it! Need it! Want it!" It was hard to think. The desperation and the heat muddled his mind. Focusing only on that spark he wanted. The rush he had been desperate to have earlier but had been denied. How would it be hands off? How would Hizashi do that when he was touching him albeit lightly? Teasingly? "Fucking Christ, just let me cum!"
"Alright, you wanna cum? Fine. But I'm not to touch you, you hear me? You're going to cum by yourself with not a hand to help you, understand?" So that was it, was it? That's how the no hands would come into play? He whimpered wildly with a jerking nod against the pillow when he felt fingers drift over his erection lightly. "Though I bet it won't take you long, will it? Desperate thing you are, I bet you have two more orgasms in you, don't you? Tell me when you're close and I'll take the ring off, okay? Color?"
"Green!"
The blonde hummed at him then as his lashes fluttered on his cheeks when lips pressed below the blindfold. A light press that had him whining loudly when the blonde was shifting away from him. A hand pressed to the mattress causing it to dip by his calf when there was a wiggle of that buzzing vibrator. He hissed in a gasp of air with that excitement. Because Hizashi was finally, finally, finally doing it! His thighs twitched with that urge to spread wider. Wide, wide, wide until his hips began to genuinely protest that spread.
He whimpered when fingers tugged at the buzzing vibrator in a slick, backwards pull that had him tensing. Fighting the urge to squirm as he whimpered and whined. There was a twist that had him spinning carefully in him with a slick sound. A shift of its angle when it was sliding back into him. Sliding into him with that final additional inch that tore a cry out of him. Writhing as Hizashi pulled his hand away when he clenched tightly around the vibrator. It buzzed viciously against his prostate sending burning heat up his back.
Wave after wave that had his back arching up from the bed with another shrill cry leaving him. Pressing his head back into the pillow anew, his pants rasped out of him with hitches that carried a whine. A whimper. He squirmed in place with a fervent tug on the ropes around wrists that were growing sore. Tender from all the pulling and yanking but God he couldn't care. Not when that heat was ripping with a new blazing intent to raze him to ashes. Tear him into pieces. Fuck, fuck, everything about this was so good.
Gasping pants rasped down his throat as his fingers twitched out to claw at the pillow case. A loud sound yet it was lost as his heartbeat throbbed in his ears. Loud. His heart pounded against his chest with a sickening strength and speed that had his stomach flipping. His shaking legs threatened to give out on him, forcing his feet to press into the bed again. Digging in as his toes curled against the blanket. He was burning up. It was everything he'd been craving for the past hour. Or had it merely been minutes?
Seconds? There was no way of telling but surely that's why his husband put the blindfold on him? To cut off one sense in order for him to lose his time perception? It was a wickedly smart idea. Positively wicked. He squirmed as his hips thrusted up in a frantic frenzy as keening, shrill moans broke free from his aching throat. Guttural groans that snapped through his teeth when he gnashed them together at the hotter waves up his back. He could feel the bed shifting lightly before the weight next to him was gone.
Where was Hizashi going? Was he merely getting a better view? A better eye on him? It had his blood sizzling as it rushed through his veins to spread that heat. Burning him alive. His lungs screamed for a breath the second he was exhaling. Fanning flames under his skin as he thrusted up into the air again with a reedy whine leaving him. He couldn't understand how he had gone so long denying it. Choking it down for the sake of his husband didn't have an interest for it. He didn't want to push it onto Hizashi.
Make it a chore. To be selfish somehow f or he had no doubt that there was no interest. That in those first few days after the piercings and perhaps even the first week that Hizashi held no interest for sexual contact of any kind. And he was more than perfectly fine with that. He knew that much was expected when anything below the waist was pierced. But that didn't mean the interest in him faded away to keep in tune with Hizashi. He could want this but he just needed to be open with his communication.
Didn't need to be scared of saying something about the topic or to be honest about it with the blonde. Just like Hizashi had said. Whimpering, he thrusted up with that urge to flip over. To flop onto his slick stomach, blanket be damned, and rut against it. Get the friction and pressure that he wanted that he lacked thrusting up into the air. It was suffocating. Unbearable with each ripping wave of heat making its way up his back. Fanning out under his feverish skin. He yanked desperately at the ropes despite his tender wrists.
Wailing out ecstatically as he thrusted up with feet slipping over the blanket with heaving pants rasping down his throat. A small forming bead of sweat ran down his clammy forehead. He was so hot but t here was no helping that. Not with the cold snap making it impossible to open windows. It'd be idiotic. But he was hot. Sweltering with the heat sizzling under his skin making his cheeks throb lightly with the blush burning there. Shuddering as he bucked up into the air again with an impatient jiggle upwards.
Moaning out as his left foot slid over the blanket forcing him to move quickly to get it back up. Pressing it into the bed as his toes curled into the blanket with a shudder. But he did it right as he heard that light clicking off to the side to him. Once. Twice. Writhing, he howled out at the speed of those vibrations against his prostate. Faster. He clenched around the buzzing toy instinctively. God, it felt like his whole pelvis was vibrating. He gave a wild yank at the ropes around his wrists as he moaned desperately.
And then he caught a whine off to the side of him triggering a wave of concern. Of weak pity. Oh, he couldn't imagine the struggle for his husband. While they had been told to keep an eye for an infection, Hizashi had been told not to touch himself. At least, not more than to clean the piercings of the discharge that would crust on overnight. Sexual activity of any kind was advised to be avoided for the first four to six weeks. At least to keep from causing an infection or irritating the piercings more than necessary.
Hizashi had seemed to accept it but was this harder than he realized for the blonde? To feel that arousal yet being truly unable to do anything about it? He whimpered loudly with another tug at the ropes that dug into his sore wrists. The poles they were tied too rattling lightly as his hips thrusted up with gasping pants being taken raggedly. Drying out his throat that already held a faint ache from the wailing. The shouts and pleas he'd been giving long before his breaking point. It was good. God, it was so fucking good!
He huffed desperately for a breath that couldn't choke him. Would provide a balm for his hungry lungs. Ease the ache of his heaving chest only to find none as his feet slipped over the blanket. Rustling and bunching beneath him with his twists and squirms. It was everything yet not enough. Fuck, he didn't understand why the vibrator made it worse and better. He'd rather the blonde have pounded him silly with one of their dildos in the top drawer. If he'd pulled a move of pressing the vibrator to his erection.
There was something about having it in him buzzing against his prostate while he was rendered helpless. Something about it that had him hot. Had his neglected erection throbbing against his stomach as it twitched with pre-come dripping onto it. Making a mess like Hizashi had said. The thought of having those green eyes on him? Fuck, even if he couldn't see it the thought thrilled him. Excited him beyond belief that Hizashi was watching each squirm. Each twist and writhing movement against the blanket.
Watching the shameless thrusts he gave up into the air as he panted in heaving, uneven gasps. It felt no different than if he'd been masturbating. Using the toy on himself before forcing his hands to stay away. But that's what made it better. To feel like it wasn't any different than masturbating with their vibrator on the bed. To feel like Hizashi was watching him as he writhed and squirmed to get away from that boiling heat under his skin. In his veins. O nly he would give anything to flip over. Give anything to have his hands free.
He whimpered shrilly only to listen to it crack as he thrusted up. He needed something. Something, something, something but what? What did he need? He dug his feet into the mattress when he slid himself slightly up then down. Gasping at the flexing muscles jumping to recreate the movement with hips thrusting up into the air to break it up. It was maddening. It was good. To do something so shameless as to recreate the feeling of being nudged on the bed during sex. As if he were meeting hips pounding at him.
It had him moaning in that keening pitch in time with his husband. The heat ripping up his back was driving him insane. It was pushing him to a point that he didn't know he could reach again. Frantic. Desperate to reach an orgasm after that first one had been denied to him. God, how did Hizashi handle it when he edged him that first time? He snapped his mouth shut with a click of his teeth that he then ground together. Rocking himself quickly with his hair rustling over the pillow became a consistent sound.
A result as he yanked at his ropes to slide him up in aid of his pushing feet. It was shameless. A lewd scene to put on for anyone let alone his husband but he couldn't stop himself. Not when he was riding closer, closer, closer to an orgasm as he gasped with the unbearable excitement. The strangle hold of that exhilaration. He felt a few more beads of sweat streak down his forehead towards his temples. Soaking into his hair. His skin was itchy with the layer of sweat to it from his body's attempt to cool him down.
Anything to battle the raging heat but nothing would. Not until he got it out. It may have been coy, teasing, and an attempt to degrade him but Hizashi had been right. He knew he could very well be blown out of the water by this. Knew he could have not a single interest in going into another round should his husband be tired. But God, he knew he had at least one more left in him. Maybe two. He wanted to wring himself dry the way he had happily let himself be the night before his husband's appointment.
Four rounds were never something humored in one night let alone one before work. But with the blonde calling out along with himself due to a "limp" they were able to relax. And today felt no different. Eri and Hitoshi wouldn't be back for a few hours around dinner time. Maybe an hour after it. No work tomorrow. He feed that insatiability a bit then, couldn't he? Tame it down before taking it back into his own hands? A wail tore itself out of him startling him out of his thoughts when he found himself jerking.
Jolting as his hips thrusted up with a burst of that desperation. Gasping in only for it to fly out on another wail that pulled at his aching throat. A click was all it had been. The final click that gave way to that sixth speed. And it was blinding. Twisting desperately against the bed, his legs shook with thighs jerking. Open or closed? Open or closed? He wanted to press them together. Rub and squeeze them with a crushing press as he rode it out, but he couldn't. Not when his feet were squirming over the blanket with toes curling again.
Twitching much like his fingers as he curled them tightly on the rope only to jerk his arms to pull. His erection was throbbing frantically against his stomach in a maddening pace that had him moaning. Whimpering, whining, groaning. Pleading silently as he thrusted up again and again. Again. Frenzied. Frantic. Rocking himself up and down, up and down against the blanket with gasping breaths leaving him before he forced himself to stop. Holding onto the ropes he had pulled taut with feet digging into the bed.
He wanted to find Hizashi. To see him. To plea, beg, and promise as he met that gaze. To plead with his husband to take it off. The very spark of an orgasm that he'd been searching for was settling into his stomach. A coal that was burning hotter, hotter, hotter at an alarming speed as he shouted. Wailing out in a slurred mix that carried with it a moan. A whimper. He didn't need to know what he'd said. Didn't need to know. All that mattered was he could hear the creak of a chair next to him again.
Shaking breaths came closer to him carrying an ear-piercing whine but he couldn't think. Couldn't breathe. His tight jaw slackened with another gasp being taken rather than hissed through his clenched teeth. Thrusting up eagerly at the light touch of fingers trailing over the underside of his erection. He couldn't do this. Couldn't take it if Hizashi merely came over to tease him again. Rolling his head on the pillow, he tipped it back as if he could glance up at his husband as he yanked fiercely at the ropes around his wrists.
He could hear the light rattling of the poles that had accompanied each tug when he felt another light brush. A tap against the slick head that had him howling out when he yanked desperately on the poles. Wishing for all the world he could rip himself free. That spark was burning hotter, hotter, hotter in his stomach. The throbbing of his erection was driving him crazy. It had his hips thrusting eagerly to chase that orgasm twisting into him. Shaking in a tight side to side movement as he writhed with a cry.
"Ta-Take it off! Take it off, Zashi! Mmmn! Nnghn! Fuck! Please! Please, please, please! Ple-Please take it off, Zashi, Daddy, please! I-It's right there! Right there! 'm right there! Please, please, please, for fucks sake please! Ah, ah! It's- Yes! Yes, yes, fucking yessss!"
His throat was aching with the wailed words but he couldn't stop them. Swallow them down. It was a relief he hadn't felt in what felt like hours. Days. Weeks. Fingers carefully, gently, tugged the ring up along his erection as it was pulled from his stomach. Slick. Everything felt slick as the ring came off of him leaving him with the weakest taste of that relief. When his erection came back to rest on his stomach it felt like breathing air for the first time. Heaving the gasps, he took down into hungry lungs.
Squirming as his erection throbbed against his stomach. Twitching. That spark was twisting tighter, tighter, tighter in his stomach. The buzzing of that vibrator against his prostate had the heat ripping into him. Razing him apart. He was sure any other position he'd be drooling. Horribly drooling. And it was far more torturous without that cock ring. It was aweing how he'd grown accustomed to that silicone ring around him. To it being the one thing to hold back the worst of the ache. Hold back that familiar rush.
Grown used to it being around him with its snug fit keeping him swollen. Engorged with a stiffness that had him whimpering wildly. He jerked his hips up as he hissed in an excited gasp that flew out far too quickly on a huff. Shuddering as he then twisted against the blanket as that orgasm twisted into him. Clawing its way up with an agony that had him wailing loudly eagerly. Desperate to get there already as he began pulling at the ropes. A frantic, hard tug with his shaking fingers that had the headboard rattling lightly.
A subconscious, last ditch attempt to rip free when that orgasm sizzled into him. Snapping over him as he thrusted up with a hoarse quality slipping into the next wail he gave. Throwing his head back to the pillow in that tight press as he jerked his hips up with thrust as that white-hot heat ripped up his thighs. The muscles there tightening viciously with a tremble to them. The muscles in his stomach flexing tightly as he sucked in a gasp that he held down in his throat. Eyes rolling back at the satisfaction of it.
The relief. His erection throbbed frantically against his stomach as he thrusted up shallowly in time with those throbs. The waves that left him shaking in their wake as he felt the hot splatters of his come landing on his stomach. Fuck, if it wasn't dramatic, he'd swear he felt spurts of the hot liquid hitting his chest. His feet dug into the mattress as if to keep his hips up. Kept them from dropping down to the mattress yet. Not yet. Not when that longing was already twisting into him again for another orgasm.
To have just one more even as he shook in the grip of that white-hot heat. And all he wanted was another one right now. Another to squeeze out. Back to back was never a good idea yet as the tight, white-hot grip flooded out of him he couldn't help whimpering. His erection twitched insistently against his slick stomach as that tight coil of his muscles gave way. Shaking as he found himself clinging to the ropes around his wrists. Screaming with pain they were but God he could quite happily ignore it.
Especially when he felt the bed dipping as hips drooped slightly only to hop up. Whining when he felt fingers brush along his inner thigh. The warmth of lips pressing against his left thigh when he whimpered loudly with that hoarse quality. Already it was there. That longing even as overstimulation had him jerking. Sharp zaps to his erection that had softened ever so slightly. Refusing to go flaccid right away as he squirmed in place. Shivering when he felt the shuddering warmth of Hizashi's breath over his thigh.
Twitching at the feeling of fingers wriggling between his cheeks to grab at the vibrators end. The buzzing was cut off abruptly tearing whimpers out of him. Cresting louder despite that cracking, hoarse quality when the blonde slipped it out of him before moving back. The bed was wobbling before there was a bounce as Hizashi no doubt climbed off. He could catch quiet thumps of feet rushing over the carpeted floor when he heard a drawer being opened. There was a crinkle followed by the bed dipping.
He heard Hizashi grunting quietly as he climbed up onto the bed again only to settle next to him. There was a crack of a cap being opened followed by another crinkle that had him squirming. Shifting his weight with a whine when the blindfold was being lifted up. He lifted his head to allow his husband to pull it off of him with a flinch as his eyes throbbed. He squeezed them shut again as he flinched back into the pillow when hands were cupping his hot cheeks. Thumbs stroking his cheekbones gently.
Kisses were planted on his nose and forehead softly. Brief pecks before hands were lifting from his face to pluck at the rope until his right hand was dropping down onto the pillow next to him. The sigh he hadn't known he'd been holding down rushed out of him on a shudder. Then the blonde turned his attention to pull at the rope around his left wrist. Whining when he dropped it down before bringing both hands up as he squinted. It was a low lighting, but he could catch the blonde's eyes flicking over him.
The blush on those freckled cheeks that he reached for when Hizashi's hands came up. Catching his with lips fluttering over the pads of his fingers. His red wrists. His heart skipped happily when Hizashi took a moment to nuzzle his left palm with a soft kiss being given to it before his hands were placed down. There was a crinkle as he watched green nailed fingers plucking a few wipes out of the pack. And then the blonde got to work on scrubbing his stomach clean as he watched in what felt like a daze.
He hadn't thought it far, but it was quite impressive to see the cooling splatters on his skin. Nowhere near his chest but he couldn't help but be impressed by how much it appeared to be. He shivered when Hizashi switched out old wipes for fresh ones until his stomach was damp from the soaps of the wipes that his husband then threw out. He looked down at his wrists to which he gave a cautious roll only to flinch. There wasn't pain per say but they were tender. Sore. He'd have to get a few icepacks for them.
But with the feet of snow outside he could just shove his hands into them. Bury his hands up to them. His gaze flicked down instinctively to the twitch his half hard dick gave. His hands wavered uncertainly when Hizashi's were taking his again. Looking up to the flushed face of his husband. And he couldn't help a shudder at the smolder he found there. The heat of that familiar lust. Desire. As if the blonde were eating up with his eyes alone. It had his pounding heart skipping up to his throat as he squeeze Hizashi's hands.
Eyes then lifted up to meet his only for a yelp to fly out of him when Hizashi flew forward. Lips came down on his firmly in a kiss he was more than happy to reply too as he pulled his hands from Hizashi's. Curling his arms up around his shoulders, he tugged at his husband lightly only to feel the blonde moving closer. A hand coming down on his thigh while the other came up to brush fingertips over his cheek. Pressing that palm against his cheek with his thumb rubbing soft circles into it gently. Comforting.
The quiet whisper of lips moving together rang out. It had shivers racing down his back as his dick twitched. That desire twisting into him for more, more, more threatening to rear its ugly head up again. Suffocate him once more. A light smack rang out that had his pounding heart jumping again when Hizashi then pulled back with lips pecking his once, twice. And then a third time. Fourth. Fifth. Soft kisses he eagerly gave back when he felt the blonde shifting to the side slightly. Wait, where was he going to-?
Oh.
Oh.
His face burned when he watched the blonde shifting to swing himself carefully between his shaking legs. Prompting him to spread them as Hizashi's knees dug into the mattress when hands pressed to his own. Felt Hizashi's weight being leaned onto them. Palms slid carefully over his inner thighs as tingles raced under his skin. He swallowed when Hizashi leaned back in to press a kiss to his flushed cheek. Crawling them down to his jaw where a light nip was given to it as the blonde's head ducked down.
A kiss being given to the wildly fluttering pulse prompting him to tip his head back. He found himself wobbling when he tightened his core muscles before leaning back onto his right hand. Shivering when Hizashi nipped at his Adam's Apple in a that light, playful way. His rasping pants caught in his throat as kisses were placed down until teeth were nipping at his collar bone. It was impossible to stop the way his breaths were hitching again. Giving way to that slow, gradual increase to where it had been at before.
Racing quietly when Hizashi's soft kisses were fluttering over his chest sporadically. Close to a nipple then towards the center of his chest where the curls of hair were chaotic. Wild yet the blonde placed those soft kisses softly before he began moving downwards. Leaving a trail of kisses that had his skin tingling when the blonde made his way down to his stomach. Placing soft pecking kisses to the skin as if the scent of the wipes didn't bother him one bit. His lips parted to protest it only it for a wheezing rush out.
Struck wordless when a kiss was being placed to his tattooed hip. Teeth biting sharply down on the edge of the bone sending a burst of pain through him. Jerking at the pain when teeth were leaving his skin with the racing breaths coming quickly as he felt the hands on his inner thighs tightening their holds on him in a squeeze. His half hard erection twitched with excitement at the warmth of the blonde's breath brushing over his pelvis. Kissing at him softly through the black curls when blonde lashes fluttered up.
Revealing the smolder eyes as pupils expanded giving them darker appearance. Blown with that unmistakable desire in them. The lust as fingers dug into his inner thighs when his racing pants caught in another audible hitch. It had him twitching as the muscles in his thighs jumped. As if they could possibly spread wider while inviting the touch of those soft lips to continue moving over him. They felt good over his feverish skin as he shuddered when he got another kiss. God, it feels like it had been years since he's had this.
His stomach fluttered before dropping with that overwhelming excitement at the thought of what the blonde was going to do. It didn't take a rocket scientist or a scholar to understand that much. It had his hips twitching up when he got another of those firm squeezes to his inner thighs. Creating another wave of tingles under his skin when Hizashi smirked at him. "Color?"
His color? He blinked down at the blonde as his left hand raised up to tug lightly at a blonde lock that had slithered loose from that bun. Excitement coiled tightly in his stomach when fingers dug in with another squeeze that had his breath wheezing out of him on a shudder. "Gre-Green!"
"Good! You can think of this as a reward, yeah? And then we're going to go right back to our scene of no hands, if you want? I was thinking of using the chair this time round if you were interested in that? Because I gotta be honest with you, baby, I don't think that this-" A hand lifted to lightly touch his half hard erection to which he hissed in a breath. "-is simply from a cock ring. You've been denying yourself this for weeks, Shouta! You can't just deprive yourself when you want something, you know!"
There was a chastising tone to his husband's voice that sent shivers down his back. There was a huskiness to it that had his stomach flipping when paired with those wide pupils when fingers curled around him lightly to which he whined. Leaning back on his right hand, he arched his hips forward with a squirm. "An-And you're healing! It isn't ju-just somethin' you go to Recovery Girl to fi-fix! I sho-shouldn't be letting sit like that! Doe-Doesn't it hurt?"
"I can handle sitting like this for a bit! But you look positively fit to burst, baby! I won't lie, I have myself to blame as well for never prying further. Discomfort or no discomfort, I didn't call you out on your bullshit the way I normally do but I'll happily make up for it!" He was riveted. Fascinated by those smoldering eyes locked on him when his dick gave a happy twitch when Hizashi gave a teasing stroke. "And I plan on fixing that! Because you believe it or not, I want this. I want you to come to me, you hear me?"
"I-I hear you!" Fingers gave a firm squeeze that damn near had his head falling back as a low, throaty groan flew out of him. It sent shivers up his back when the blonde gave another stroke as his pants shuddered. His fingers clutched at the blonde lock only to release the tight pull he held on to it to tug at that sloppy bun of his. "Bu-But I don't want you to feel obli-"
"No obligation! Shouta, lovely, let me say this loud and clear for you again, okay?" He swallowed with a hesitant nod when that smirk spread wider on the blonde's lips. "If you want me then I'll happily help you out! And honestly? If I want you to choke me with your cock? Eat you out until you're fucking crying because I won't let you touch yourself? If I wanna watch you fuck yourself on a dildo? Then I don't want you to be overly worried, okay? Because you have desires and I do too. They don't just 'go away'. Got it?"
"Yes!"
"Good! Now, I want you to relax, yeah? Have fun with me? Whatever you need from me, from here on out, you tell me. Oral or fingers or toys or whatever you can think of to do or I can then we'll do it, okay? You just come to me and tell me rather than letting it get pent up like this! It's natural like I said to want your husband and I want you very much, so don't you go doubting that, Shouta. I don't be scared to tell me, baby, if you want me. I like hearing that you want me, okay?"
"Okay! " He swallowed before nodding again to back up that breathless word when the blonde's hand came back up. And Hizashi seemed to delight in rolling his thumb lazily over the head of his twitching, half hard erection sending tingles up his back. Sparks of pleasure that had his thighs trembling before spreading wider. "I-I promise I won't keep it to my-myself! Just don't push yourself, okay? I don't want you to hu-hurt yourself, Zashi!"
"And I won't! Now, let's continue, yeah? Because I think you have a few more orgasms I can squeeze out of you, now, don't you?"
"Yes!"
"Good boy! Now enjoy yourself because it's my turn to get you all caught up, yeah? I'm going to wring you dry, baby. You good with that idea?"
"Of co-course I am! What are you waiting for? Do it, Zashi."
"You fucking got it, baby!"