Fifty Darker Shades of EraserMic

by CrypticBeans

A new saga of fifty chapters of straight smut! Enjoy! (Sequel to Fifty Shades of EraserMic!)

16. Rise With The Sun

Hizashi was no stranger to early mornings. To the familiarity of waking long before his husband did to get their day set up to follow their routine. To make breakfast, get the shower started, the coffee pot brewing, and lunches set out on the counter. To have boots ready to be pulled on and coats hanging on hangers. Gloves, hats, and scarves accounted for. Backpacks ready. It was easier to wake early to ensure that everything was in its rightful place to make the morning fly by smoother. To make it effortless.

However, he needed those few moments upon waking to become coherent. To get into that headspace as he fought off the fatigue that left him easily irritable. Snappish. School mornings were always hectic with Eri asking to have her hair done in between bickering with Hitoshi. The requests for items to be found that had been claimed as lost. The shouted questions down the stairs as he struggled to get breakfast on the table for them to eat quickly before rushing out. On the weekends, however?

Oh, the mornings were lazier. Freer. It was an unspoken agreement that each inhabitant of the house could wake when they pleased. There was no expectation for anyone to be up at the crack of dawn rushing about the house to eat and run out the door into the snapping cold. There was no need to feel that rushed panic as time ticked against them to make it on time to their respective schools. For him to make sure his hearing aids were in place beneath his headphones comfortably. Anything to keep from fussing with them.

Drawing attention to them throughout the day. Always rushing, rushing, rushing. Tearing through the house to get ready while making sure breakfast was ready. To have something done that would keep his hands busy while he was getting ready for his day alongside his family. It was an easy routine to wake to wash his face in order to prep it for the foundation and concealer along his cheeks. To get his contacts in afterwards before changing into his white T-shirt then working on strangling his hair up.

To get breakfast done after getting the smaller things out of the way. Things that allowed him to merely squirm into his pants and throw on the last bits of his costume. It was similar to his own childhood of mornings. When his mothers would be dashing about the house at the last second as breakfast was served and devoured. Shrieking voices raising as brushes, socks, and bags were fought over by his sisters. His brother often joining the fray when his projects were deemed "missing" in the moment.

Loud, chaotic mornings were something he was accustomed to too. Something that came to him naturally. They brought him a sense of comfort for he knew what to expect from his early mornings. As a child, he hardly put his hearing aids in upon waking given his easily triggered irritability. It was always startling to go from sudden silence to a burst of sound around him so early in the mornings. It always led to him getting into one too many screaming matches over the bathroom with his sisters and brother.

The sudden slamming around him left windows shattered when he snapped without thinking. It was only after the bathroom mirror had been replaced multiple times with light bulbs and fissure cracks in windows that his mothers' stepped in. Giving him the assurances that he could leave his hearing aids out first thing in the morning. That it was perfectly fine for him to put his hearing aids in when he was ready to put them in. That it could merely be part of his routine like brushing his teeth or washing his face when he woke.

He could put them in at home or he could put them in at school for it didn't matter. So long as he took his time with what he was the most comfortable with. What made it easier on him and made him happy. It was a mentality, a moment, that left its lasting impression on him in his youth. It was something that became the norm. To keep his hearing aids out until he was ready to put them in which led to many awkward fights in sign language. Taunts. But it laid the ground work for him in terms of his morning routines.

His comfort. If anything, in his countless therapy sessions it had opened his eyes to the topic. Truly solidified that he could take them out when he wanted a break without anyone getting upset. Without his family judging him which was emphasized by them. That it was okay to take them out when he needed it or when he was overstimulated. It took him until he was in his early preteen years to begin using that ability when he could. Especially when he was upset after arguments with his sisters and brother.

Making a point of taking his hearing aids out when he was overstimulated and upset. Needing that break before the came to a resolution on said arguments. From there it merely became a matter of comfort. A preference. He liked being able to hear the world around him yet there was a comfort in that natural silence. In having the world muted for even a moment. Both had their cons and their pros. With his family knowing sign language it had been a matter of working with him rather than around it. Against him.

It was easy to unwind in the moments of silence when he took his hearing aids out. There had been days when he'd go the entire day, start to finish, without his hearing aids in. It was something that, in the beginning, had been a hassle when his attention was needed. However, his family had found their ways of getting his attention without them in. Shaking him awake then keeping him awake on those early school mornings. Easy to build a routine around the decisions to keep his hearing aids out.

If anything, his siblings liked to joke it merely had them putting forth more effort into learning sign language. It had taken them years by the time they were fluent in it by their preteen to middle teen years. Something that they always playfully thanked him for that. Stating that it had given them a kick in the ass to learn from a young age. And it was all thanks, strangely enough, to those screaming matches he would have with his siblings first thing in the morning. His easily triggered irritability in those early moments upon waking.

He had heard more than his fair share of him needing to "suck his attitude up" from his equally grouchy sisters. And God knows he didn't like that irritable mindset first thing. Tried to control it but anyone would be set on edge when suddenly thrown into a world of sound, right? When they'd lived hours upon hours of hearing absolutely nothing only to be bombarded with noise, wouldn't they? It was a notion that, surprisingly enough, his husband had understood when they'd begun dating. A rather understandable notion.

It was this in mind that made their morning routine been effortlessly easy to establish with Shouta during their high school years. Taking that bus route to the school before finding his then boyfriend trudging towards the school. Every morning without fail did he find the back of Shouta's head. Chasing after him to catch up and fall into step with him. Where hands twitched closer together before getting that warning look at a careless brush of his hand to Shouta's. There had been an unease in the beginning of their relationship.

A shy embarrassment that prompted Shouta to insist on keeping it discreet on their morning walks to school from the bus stop of his. Inevitably, it changed from chasing after him to jumping off the bus to find his then boyfriend waiting at the bus stop for him. A welcomed sight to find him waiting there was the highlight of his mornings. Minutes spent rushing to the school as hands continued their close twitch before fingers were reaching out. Index and middle fingers hooking together with Shouta's as they rushed towards the school.

It had taken quite a while before Shouta slid his hand into his on their walk there. Holding onto it confidently before and after school. The mere idea of Shouta waiting for him to get off the bus to walk to school together had been the highlight of his mornings. Something that had him jittery as he flew through his morning routine to catch that bus. Knowing that in mere minutes he'd have that dry hand in his to hold onto tightly. To see Shouta first thing in the morning? It had always warmed his heart.

Put a pep to his step as his stomach dropped sickeningly when he was excitedly launching himself off that second step towards the side walk. Throwing his hand out for it to be taken which it always was without fail. Often than not, Nemuri would weasel her way into seeing him first thing with Shouta. A moment where she'd fuss and croon over their interlocked fingers. He hardly ever minded. All that truly mattered was the warmth of that hand in his as upper arms brushed together with the proximity between them.

The sight of that hesitant, shy smile curling over full lips when he beamed at the black-haired teen. It had been a morning routine that he absolutely adored. Had him racing out the door before his siblings and mothers. No matter the weather, he found Shouta waiting there for him. Umbrellas in hand if it were raining for them. It became routine that should he not throw his hand out that Shouta's would instead lift. Holding itself out for him to take the second he touched the sidewalk. An instinctive habit for them both.

It was, as his husband later put it, horribly cliché and cheesy to be waiting for him. Something admitted with red cheeks as he tried reminiscing on it yet the smile he got from his husband spoke volumes. Cliché and cheesy as it was there had never been a doubt that it was unbearably sweet. Heartwarming. It had, in those years spent at U.A, one of the best parts of his mornings when he would find Shouta waiting for him. That shy little smile on Shouta's lips as he took his hand before falling into step with him.

It made those fast paced mornings hectic with his urgency to get out of the house as fast as he could. Even if it meant he spent fifteen extra minutes bouncing on his toes waiting for the bus to come. All to meet Shouta early as he could on their walk to the school. It was only made better when he began to give those greeting pecks on that pink cheek. When he began to receive them in kind from Shouta. An easy, simplistic routine of greeting his then boyfriend in the morning made those school days bearable.

Made them easier to get through when it started off with that hand in his. The press of dry, full lips against his cheeks made his hectic morning routine worth it. When they moved in together where the black-haired man get a firsthand view of his morning routine. However, as he grew, he found that there was something far more special about the slower paced mornings. Something just as charming about them as there was about the hectic mornings where he flew from one place to the next to get ready.

When he was rushing to grab items together to make his routine easier to get through. There was something so nice about a morning where he could laze about with Shouta. To pop a single hearing aid in to talk in low murmurs. Mumbles. To take his time with waking up when Shouta would cuddle closer. Curling into him with his cheek against his shoulder or chest. Warm. There had always been something so unbelievably good about taking his time waking up. To take a few moments to let the awareness sink in.

It having a lazy morning with no rush where they'd eat ramen at noontime made in the microwave for a quick meal. Taking time to go about their routine together until they were heading out for the night to see Tensei and Nemuri. Coming home late only to repeat that very same lazy morning together the next day. They were the epitome of his time spent with Shouta. To admire, caress, and simply be with the black-haired man. It had been something they could hardly get away with in his mothers' house.

Back when they'd been teenagers but truly it never did get held against them when he went down to be with the black-haired man. Or when he invited Shouta up while he remained on top of the comforter with a different blanket for himself. All that mattered was he didn't break any of the bigger rules when he'd been living at home. He loved his lazy mornings with his husband more than anything. Something he'd come to cherish dearly and fondly. To admire the familiar sight of Shouta as long as he wanted.

Until the sun was high in the sky, giggling and chattering with his husband as that energy began to perk him up. A quiet morning truly was as exciting to him as those fast paced ones. To take the morning one minute at a time. Moment at a time. And he had to admit, those were his most cherished memories with Shouta. Among some of the best, he was a damn sucker for a morning lounging in bed with his husband. Taking their time moving and waking up. Existing beneath the blankets with murmured conversations.

Even as adults, he absolutely adored these mornings with his husband. Especially when they were constantly going, going, going all week long from one place to the next. One task demanding attention after one was complete leaving them ragged by the end of the week. At the end of the damn day. A lazy, quiet morning was more than deserved between the both of them.

And with that silent, established rules to their children, the weekends were left open for everyone to sleep as late as they pleased. To wake when they wanted, and they'd convene for lunch or dinner if that's when they all decided to leave their rooms. The weekend was a lazy event to do as they pleased whether it was together or separately. To take their time with the day should there be no real pressing matter weighing on them. The weekends always flew by in the wink of an eye, but he cherished them.

Each late morning, he woke to the sight of Shouta next to him never failed to fill him with that familiar joy. That happiness to see the slack, peaceful face of his husband's so close to his own as he drooled onto his pillow. Even the wild rats nest that became his hair overnight. There was absolutely nothing better than to have those lazy mornings with his husband. To simply take the day as it came to them rather than losing hours rushing from one point to the next. One task after another demanding to be resolved.

All coming at him so blindingly fast it left him confused. Until he couldn't remember clearly what came before it. Made their days hectic and frantic from start to finish when they were trudging home together. It was only made longer should one of them need to be on patrol because they were desperate for extra bodies and hands. Needed rather than a wanted commodity amongst the other Pros. To fly from one place to the other on those early mornings that led to long days. They made the weekend look damn good.

A low hum tore him out of the lazy, floating thoughts as he forced his eyes open. Blinking once, twice, before his gazing was focusing on his husband in front of him. Fingers skimmed lightly over his cheek lightly in a gentle back and forth caress that had him blinking once more. His husband was a beautiful sight before him. The light from the window was growing brighter as the sun rose over the horizon to bounce over the fresh layer of snow left last night. Nowhere near the feet that they were getting weeks ago.

Thank God for that as it only covered the slush. It would no doubt be washed away by the afternoon with the icy rain predicted for then. The light caught the two studs lining his husband's earlobe in a playful wink at him. Had those dark eyes sparkling as the light reflected at him in the dark color. Highlighting a faint tracing of gray in them. Thin shadows cast over his cheeks from his wild locks of hair as full lips parted slightly with quiet breaths being taken. He slid his hand along the curve of his husband's waist.

The arm wrapped around his shoulders tightening. He could see the faint blue dusting beneath those dark eyes from bags that refused to abate. The thin veins giving the whites of his eyes in a light blood shot appearance. No matter the sleep he got they refused to vanish completely. Always looking so tired. Pausing his hand, he kneaded at Shouta's waist gently when he hummed gently back at his husband. Fingers brushed along his cheek bone lightly in a caress only to press that palm to his cheek.

Thumb sliding along his cheekbone to which he squeezed at his husband who squirmed against him. Pressing tightly to him again with a curve he was more than happy to mimic as he twisted against Shouta. Legs were intertwined together with Shouta's left leg between both of his and the black-haired man's right leg draped on top of them. Interlocked together with knees acting as that lock to keep them fit together snugly. Pressed tightly from hip to chest with arms wrapped tightly around one another.

Hands drifting lightly over the exposed areas of skin. He'd never been happier his husband often slept in his boxers most nights rather than go through the hassle of pajamas. Even he had happily chosen to wear a pair of his silk shorts without the fuss of a tank top. Of longer pajama bottoms. The warmth gathering beneath the blanket had him feeling flushed. So unbelievably so as that heat rolled off of his husband effortlessly like a space heater. Keeping that air beneath the blanket sweltering yet he didn't mind it one bit.

His hair rustled over the pillow as he turned his face to nuzzle the rough palm cupping his cheek. Pressing a soft kiss to it, he buried his face into his hand with a hum at the black-haired man who rubbed his cheek lightly. He pressed another kiss to that rough palm before lifting his gaze up to that pink face. A soft color spreading over his husband's cheeks from the warmth gathering under the blankets. Being under it for hours on end. It made him look adorable. Downright, heartbreakingly sweet in the lighting.

Highlighting the messy black locks brushing against pink cheeks. The glow to that gaze when he leaned forward once again with hair rustling over the pillowcase. Pressing his lips to pink cheeks had a chuckle leaving his husband as the arm around his shoulders tightened to pull him closer. An impossible proximity that had his feet squirming with a quiet rustle when he peppered kisses over that stubble covered cheek. Warm with that blush to which he delightedly nuzzled it before pulling away to move upwards.

Kissing softly at the scar beneath his right eye. Up against the arch of his brow before targeting the bridge of his nose. The tip of it making it scrunch up at the pecking kiss he gave. He crawled his lips over that flushed cheek softly before moving down towards his jaw. A hitching breath shuddered over his own cheek when he moved to press a kiss to the corner of his husband's mouth. Moving down towards his jaw quickly, he pressed kisses across it that had arms tightening around him. Clutching him closer.

The hand cupping his cheek finally moved to press at his hearing aid firmly to make sure it didn't slip out on him. Tracing the tips of his fingers along the edge of his ear lightly sent a wave of tingles down his back that pooled into his stomach. Feeding into the faint twisting of an ache. Fingers gathered up his hair to push it away from his face only to twist the locks around them. Tugging lightly as he feathered kisses over that stubble covered jaw. Loving the shiver, he grazed his nails lightly over his husband's waist.

Drifting his fingers down. Brushing them lightly along the length of his thigh prompting his leg to lift upwards slightly. His knee pressing lightly against his own waist. The warmth had him melting. Flushed. He'd been riding on a high since Friday afternoon when they'd tried their hand at watersports. An overwhelming, choking euphoria that followed him into Saturday. Had him absolutely buzzing in his own skin. Pressing a kiss to his chin, he couldn't deny that the scratch of his husband's stubble felt nice.

The scratch of it against his lips was addicting. Familiar. Trailing his lips back up, he couldn't help another kiss to the corner of his mouth that had his lips parting. A shuddering breath fanning over his cheek as hands tightened on him. Arms squeezing around him. He caught an airy, barely audible whine in the back of his husband's throat. Tugging lightly at him when he felt what he knew had to be an identical tingle. A buzz to his own lips when he felt his husband's breaths fanning over them. Trembling.

How long had they been lounging in bed now? Pulling away only to use the bathroom? To brush their teeth? Surely long enough for the sunlight bouncing off the snow to grow brighter. He couldn't remember what time they'd woke. Who had turned to one another for that quiet conversation on how the other had slept. Casual comments made in husky tones before lips were coming down on his. On and off kisses traded between them for hours now. He moved away from the corner of his husband's mouth.

After a fidget he then leaned in, he giddily pressed his lips to those full ones. Letting out a sharp sigh at the plush feel of them as they slid against his lazily sending a shiver down his back. They held a dryness too them but fuck if it didn't stop them from feeling so plump against his. Good. He felt them melting to shape and curve in that comfortable fit against his own that moved to return that kiss. Shaping and curving to fit against those full ones delightedly. Comfortably fitting against his with each slide.

He fanned his fingers out on his husband's thigh with an idle caress feelin the tickle of his leg hair. Shouta was so warm. So warm, warm, warm. The lazy speed of that kiss had him truly admiring the warmth to those dry lips. How good they felt once they'd finally shaped themselves beautifully to his own. The quiet whispering of their moving lips filled the quiet atmosphere of their bedroom. Silent save for the rustling blankets. The sound of palms brushing over skin beneath the rustling blanket intermittently.

Arms squeezed with a renewed strength as he slid his hand upwards along his husband's thigh. Over the flare of a hip towards his waist where he kneaded idly at him as goosebumps rose beneath his hand. A shiver ran over his husband as fingers tightened in his hair with a sharp pull that sent tingles down his back. Fed into an idle flicker of heat under his skin when Shouta worked his slightly bent leg up to curl around his waist instead. He squeezed his own around his left leg between his earning him a sigh.

A rush over his warm cheek as hair rustled quietly over the pillow. Moving his lips lazily with Shouta's, he gave another kneading squeeze to his husband's waist before sliding his hand along it. Following the curve of it backwards then forward. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. The brush of his palm over his husband's skin had the man shivering when he felt Shouta squirm slightly against him. He continued to slide his hand in an absentminded, consistent caress along his husband's waist with a hum.

Nails scratched lightly over his scalp as he felt the black-haired man shifting against him again. Twisting to curve against him to which he happily twisted forward in a similar manner to his husband's movement. Pressed tightly together from hip to chest. It had that warmth thrumming under his skin as he listened to that light, intermittent smack ringing out. It was always off-putting to have one hearing aid in the way he did. To hear the room around them with one side and to hear absolutely nothing with the other.

The stark contrast of hearing nothing despite hearing the rustle of his hair over the pillowcase beneath him. It threw him off horribly. Like wearing a pair of earbuds only to have one side die while the other worked perfectly fine. However, he didn't mind it. Not when he knew in a matter of minutes the other would be going in when they got up for the day. Whenever they chose for it to happen. He felt that warmth shoot through him when Shouta let out a soft hum at him in response. It held a light tremble.

Fingers tugging lightly at his hair before nails were dragging over his scalp again. Using a consistent, gentle tug that pulled at him sending weak sparks down his back. Tingles pooled into his stomach leaving him flushed. Unbelievably warm. He slid his hand along his husband's waist with a light brush of his fingers along the top of his boxers. Curving backwards towards his lower back had the black-haired man shivering against him. Earning himself one of those quiet, back of the throat noises leaving him.

Encouraging him onwards as he dug his fingers gently into his lower back where he rolled them in firm circles against him. Another shudder ran over his husband as the pull on his hair was abandoned in favor of that hand cupping the back of his head with a light pull. Pressing lips against him with a firmer insistence rather than the soft touch they'd been using. He increased the press happily as he followed along with that lazy speed his husband had set for them. It had his stomach fluttering viciously.

Dropping airily with each caress of those full lips against his. The plump feel to them that had his toes curling as his feet wriggled restlessly. All too delighted to move his lips against Shouta's for another caress of them. Another reaffirming of that delightful fullness that had his heart skipping wildly in his chest. Giddy when his husband complied each time without fail. When they had begun dating, he always thought kissing Shouta would be a thrill that would fade with time. That it wouldn't hold that excitement.

That it had merely been his pining for half a year before speaking up that made the touch of those full lips to his so electric. Addicting. When they'd shared that brief kiss after a dare with coaxing encouragement from Nemuri and Oboro. It was something he had thought would wear off. That once they began dating the firm touch of Shouta's lips to his would fade with their thrill that kept him up at night. Longing. Staring shamelessly at them when he spoke. He'd was all too happy to say it hadn't lost that spark.

That the desire to have his husband's lips on his hadn't faded a bit. He'd kissed this man for countless days, weeks, months and years yet that electric delight never failed to rear its head. Never failed to have him thrumming with each caress he got when they were twisted up together. He'd have thought he had more than enough time to get used to the touch of his husband's lips to his. And the reality was he truly had become used to the touch. That's what made it so exciting. So unbelievably good.

Good in a way no one else could compare too. Much like his arms had bowed and shaped to the shape of Shouta's body his lips were no different. Conditioned to the touch and shape of his husband's. The comfortable fit to his was something he was all too eager to have. Excited to relive it again, again, again. It was addicting to kiss the black-haired man in his free time. To lose hours of his day when those full lips were sliding lazily against his. God, he could melt away with how warm his husband was.

Laying here, tangled up with him as those lazy kisses were traded back and forth. He hummed softly at the black-haired man as the light press of that hand against the back of his head became a comforting sensation. Fingers curled then to scratch idly at his scalp as he rolled those firm circles into his husband's lower back. Inching his hand upwards along his back had muscles trembling beneath his hand. Had his husband shuddering when fingers tugged at his hair sending weak sparks down his back once again.

So warm. God, there was no better way to spend his morning with Shouta. No better way he'd want to spend any morning. The hand resting idly on his shoulder shifted upwards then with an awkward reach to twist into his hair. Allowing for the hand cupping the back of his head to suddenly move. Carefully detangling itself from his hair, it dropped down to skim lightly along the edge of his ear. Over his jaw with a featherlight touch before it was dropping down towards his upper arm with a whispering brush.

Skimming over it until it was reaching towards his side sending a wave of tingles through him. The rough feel of his husband's hand moving over his skin. Brushing up and down along the free space of his husband's side above his thigh which tightened around his waist. The light press of his heel keeping their hips pinned together tightly. He shivered at the pooling of heat into his stomach with each wave of tingles. An ache twisting into him with that quiet desire making itself known. Clawing up to the surface.

Feeling Shouta wrapping himself around him so tightly was a damn delight. The strength in his legs and arms that refused to let him move an inch away from him. Allow for a single gap no matter how big or small between them. It was exciting. Sliding his hand up his husband's back, he felt a shudder roll over the black-haired man as he followed along his spine. Pressing firm circles into the muscles before sliding his hand along the center of his back. Using that firm press of his fingers into the warmth of his skin.

Sweeping his hand down his back had his husband arching in a squirm against him with another of those airy, puffs of sound leaving the man. Fingers tightened in his hair as the other hand swept down his side only to graze his nails over him in an upwards sweep. It had him squirming against his husband with an airy sound clawing out of the back of his throat. A sharp exhale through his nose when he happily created a circuit along his husband's back. Hitting those perfect spots that had him arching forward.

Up and down, up and down, up and down. Squirming, arching, twisting against his husband when the same was returned to him. The brush of palms moving over skin was loud beneath the light rustle of the blanket with those exaggerated movements. He shuddered when he felt another light push on the back of his head. Coaxing for that harder press of lips against his when he felt that lazy speed being changed. Speeding up slowly but consistently to which he was more than happy to follow along with.

Easing their way up to their usual speed with that intermittent smacking becoming consistent as it joined the melody of quieter sounds. A short, quiet hum left his husband as fingers yanked at his hair sharply. Harder than those previous light, gentle tugs. It sent a jolt down his back that had him arching with a restless squirm. Heat flashing beneath his skin in a breathtaking burst that had him shuddering against his husband. It sank along his bones to smolder idly with that twist of desire making its way through him.

Tingling from head to damn toe as his dick twitched with interest as that ache spread down to his groin. Gripping down to his damn bones as he let out a breathless hum back at his husband who merely clutched tightly at him. The hand caressing his side swept towards his back in a loop that had him squirming. Curving out towards his back only to come forward to give a downwards sweep along his side. It had that heat swelling lazily under his skin when he felt hips shift against him curiously. As if it were a test.

Testing the waters on that movement. Lips broke away from his with a sharp smack that had him whining. Chasing after those full lips when a grunt left his husband as the leg around his waist moved from its wrapped position. Hips then pushed up at him coaxing him to move. A momentum used that had him flying onto his back with Shouta swinging over on top of him. His breath caught in his throat when the blanket was yanked at causing it to bunch annoyingly near his thigh to which it went ignored.

He gawked up at his husband as the weight shifted above him before he was settling down. Hips pinned down tightly against him as Shouta leaned forward onto his hands causing the mattress to dip on either side of his upper arms. And God, if it wasn't an absolutely riveting sight above him when his husband squirmed. Black locks were absolutely wild in that rats nest of knots and curls that were expected in the morning. A result from his husband's restless sleep. The curls of his messy hair emphasized overnight.

Creating an absolute mess that was brushing at his cheeks. The pink blush there smothering itself over his cheeks into that soft red. The foggy look of sleep long since having left him as he found a smolder in that gaze. A flicker of curiosity as if he wanted to see how far he could take it. How far they would take it. Watching full lips parting slightly when Shouta shifted his hips slightly above him with knees digging into the mattress on either side of his waist. His husband had a comforting weight to him.

Pinning him down to the bed with not a chance of getting himself up easily now. It had his stomach flipping when he lifted his hands to sweep them along his husband's waist delightedly before squeezing at him. Lifting his left hand up to brush his fingers over a red cheek before curving it backwards. Cupping the back of his head as black locks attempted to twist catch on his fingers from the light drift of them over his hair. Pulling at his husband who flew down without needing much more prompting.

A shiver raced up his back at the returning touch of those full lips to his again. Picking up right where they had left off seconds ago without a second thought. Sliding against his to which he followed along with that speed as he slid his hand along his waist before squeezing at him. A shuddering sigh fanned over his cheek when he felt another shift of his husband that resulted in a wiggle of those hips. Hesitant. He shifted his legs over the bed to press his feet down to get a stable leverage for himself.

To brace himself enough to arch his hips up the best he could beneath Shouta. Pressing up against the black-haired man had a shudder racing over the man when he felt hips squirm above him again. Another trace of that hesitation before hips were rocking hesitantly down against him. A shallow back and forth he was more than delighted to move his hips with. Rocking up in unison with his husband had a shiver running down his back at that firm pressure against him. The weight that left him feeling anchored down.

It was a comforting weight keeping him down as lips moved with his. That sharp smack ringing out in the silence of the bedroom. The quiet rustle of the fitted sheet beneath them. Trembling breaths being taken through noses that fanned onto flushed cheeks. His heart was sprinting sickeningly against his chest with stumbling beats. His stomach dropping and flipping to aid in that sickening intensity. Moving his lips with his husband's, he curled his fingers to grab at the wild black locks in a tight grip.

Yanking at his husband's hair sharply earning him a sudden moan from the man as hips rocked down against him with an idle speed. No rush. No feverish eagerness. It was nice. Fuck him, it was nice. Warm. That lazy swell of heat beneath his skin had him flushed as he rocked his hips up. Moving in a side to side motion that had his husband pressing down against him. It tore a groan out of him when that press had his hips wavering down for a moment. Threatening to drop down to the bed with a drip.

Then he put more of an effort behind their arch upwards. There was absolutely no better way he could have woken today. They were awful in terms of moods on Sunday mornings when they woke early but today? Fuck, today had a magical effect on everything from the second he opened his eyes. When he'd let himself be lulled into a sleepy conversation with his husband. When lips covered his with the first of many kisses. There wasn't a single thing about this early morning of theirs he would change a damn thing for.

And it was only getting better with each rock of those hips down against him. Each kiss given that he was returning eagerly. The warmth of both his husband and the heat of their radiator making the air around them warm. Heavy. Even the strengthening sunlight he could feel spilling over his feet warmed them weakly. Tugging at those wild black locks had his husband shuddering above him. He used a tight hold on the wild locks in his grip in order to give that consistent pull on his husband's scalp.

It had Shouta groaning down at him when he felt the bed dip on the left deeply as the right hand came up to rest on his side. Sliding up and down, up and down, up and down slowly. From the top of his side down to the curve of his own waist. Squirming eagerly at the tingles racing under his skin that merely pooled into his stomach. Had that ache gripping at him tightening its hold as his dick gave another interested twitch when a groan of his own tore out of him. Feeding into a thrumming current under his skin.

Growing hotter, hotter, hotter by the second as he rocked his hips up against Shouta who pressed down. Using a weight, he knew he could fight back against it. After all, he could hold his own against Shouta despite the blatant difference in their body shapes. They were equally strong. It's what made letting his hips drop down when his husband kept up that press all the more thrilling. All the more exciting. His hips hit the bed with a light bounce, yet he wiggled his hips up to continue following that rocking rhythm.

The pace of it. Squeezing at the fistful of hair, a low groan left his husband as hips rocked down against him. Gentle. Idle. It had his feet pressing into the mattress as he rocked in time with his husband when he slid his hand along his waist. Curving backwards to sweep it up his husband's back had a hissing breath being taken. Coming out on a huff that fanned over his cheek, his husband arched down against him with a tight press against his chest. It was fucking good. God, he would let Shouta lay on top of him all day long.

Let him lay on top of him whenever he fucking wanted if it meant making him happy. The warmth of the room had his forehead itching lightly with the threat of a clammy sweat breaking out over it already. He swept his hand down Shouta's back as hips stuttered before fixing their rocking down against him. There was always something so exhilarating about letting his husband take the charge occasionally. In doing what his husband wanted to do in the moment. Just as his husband allowed him to take that control.

Squirming against the bed with another sweep of that hand along his side. His dick twitched with that excitement as he moved with the black-haired man. Tempted to grind up against him but no. No, no, there'd be time for that soon enough. He could feel that slow rocking inching itself up. Slowly but steadily much like their kisses had changed. He gave another upwards sweep of his hand that had his husband squirming down against him. Earning himself a jerk of those hips down against him in a hard thrust.

It tore a moan out of him as he tightened his hand in the wild black locks as he gave a thrust up against his husband. Tearing an identical, trembling moan out of the black-haired man as nails dug into his side. Dragging over his skin creating that light burn as they moved up and down. Shivers. He whined up at his husband as that hand slid upwards leaving behind burning lines on his side. Wiggling between their chests to rest against his with fingers fanning out over it when lips inched up in their speed again.

A quick, insistent speed as they slid against his when he slid his hand down his back again. Tracing the tips of his fingers along the edge of his boxers had the black-haired man shuddering against him. Hips rocking down against him with a firm press that had his toes curling against the mattress. Pressing his feet into it with a renewed force to rock his hips in time with his husband as he flicked playfully at the elastic band of his boxers. Pulling it away only to let it flip back into place with a light snap to his skin.

There was a tremble to the breaths fanning over his cheek as they began to shorten. Racing when fingers curled to drag nails through the wiry curls of hair on his chest. He gave a twitch up of his hips to break up that rocking which rewarded him with a groan. Whining at his husband when hips thrusted down against him as he traced along the black-haired man's lower back. Along the top of his boxers with the edge of his nails. Again, again, again. The sharp smacking rang out with the increase of speed behind their kisses.

Lips pressing firmly to his own as he tightened his grip on the wild black curls wrapped around his fingers. Yanking at them before pushing gently at the back of his husband's head earned him another groan. Louder. Hips, much like the movement of their lips, rocked against him for something insistent. Not quite urgent but undeniable. It had his skin ripping with another flash of heat beneath it that left him stunned. His breaths shuddering on their way out only to hitch back in when he yanked at those black locks again.

So soft it still was from their shower Friday night. A touch dry but they slithered and brushed over the back of his hand softly. Ticklish. He returned that hard press of his lips to those full ones only to feel shivers race down his back. Electric. God, he couldn't get over the plump fullness to his husband's lips as they slid against his. Pressed firmly down allowing him to marvel over the touch of them. His breaths caught in his throat before shortening much like his husband's when his dick twitched excitedly.

Rocking quickly in time with Shouta with that spark of eagerness. The excitement twisting into him that had heat twisting and clawing at him insistently. It was easy to think around that odd sensation he was without an ear. Teetering on a bike with one training wheel. To hear everything with his left ear and nothing in the right. It had his heart giving a solid one-two beat against his chest that left him nauseous. Sickening when his stomach dropped then flipped on him when Shouta's hand slid over his chest.

Stuttered movements between their chests until fingers were skimming over his areola with a click of his fingernails hitting off the stud in his nipple. Careless. He shuddered with a low groan as he arched his chest upwards eagerly when he felt that rocking above him hesitate. Abandoning it for a lazy roll of his hips down against him to which he couldn't help another groan at. Much louder than his lower pitched on which earned him the result he wanted. That rocking was changed for an idle grind down against him.

Oh, he was more than happy to join with. Pressing his hips up to join in that grinding had sparks of heat ripping up his back. Fanning under his skin to leave him hot. Flushed. Sliding his hand over his lower back, he drifted his hand down over the cool fabric of his husband's boxers. Brushing his fingers over his right cheek had the black-haired man shuddering above him with a whimper that rang out eagerly. Unmistakable. He fanned his fingers out before grabbing at him with a hard squeeze. Digging his fingers into him.

It had one of those shivery worthy, throaty moans leaving his husband. Hips rolling down against him in tight circles as lips crushed themselves against his with a speed he followed along with delightedly. So hot, hot, hot. Burning up with each tight, hard circle ground down against him. Arching his hips up against Shouta, he replied in kind in as shortening breaths hitched. Fanning over his hot cheek as he dug his fingers into that cheek in another hard squeeze. Groaning as he then yanked his husband forward.

Forcing his grinding hips into a thrust that had him moaning out deafeningly causing his ear to throb in pain from the feedback of his hearing aid. Shrill. He jerked at him again earning himself another throaty moan from his husband that trembled on its way out. The sharp smacking of lips moving together was painfully loud. Racing breaths being taken through noses melting into the sound as the bed dipped on either side of him. A renewed press of knees into the mattress. His dick gave a volley of twitches at that hard grinding.

Lifting off the bed ever so slightly, he ground himself up eagerly with his husband when he yanked at him again forcing another thrust. Moaning at that pleasure it had pooling into his stomach. And he thrusted up to copy the movement. Tugging at Shouta in another thrust that had the black-haired man moaning down at him. Low in throaty pitch to get his stomach fluttering. His own moan choked out in that guttural pitch when he yanked at Shouta again. Again, again, again forcing hips to thrust against him.

Shuddering when he felt his husband moving in time with his tugging hand to which he gave another hard squeeze to his ass. Holding onto him with a tight grip that had hips jerking forward against him when they melted into that tight back and forth slide against him. Not quite thrusting actively but God if it didn't have him burning. He fucking loves it. It was absolutely fucking amazing! The tight back and forth, back and forth, back and forth against him had his dick twitching when fingers pinched tightly at his nipple.

It sent a burst of pain over his chest. He'd like to claim innocence. Naivety. That he had not a clue it would turn out this way the second he'd covered those full lips with his own. When Shouta had curved to twist and fit against him with those squirms. When he'd been pinned down to the mattress with that rocking rhythm. Wished he could claim that they hadn't had a talk about trying to find a chance at fucking first thing in the morning. A fantasy that the both of them had had for God knows how long now.

Something that had been idly fantasized about out loud before. To do it while the sun was high rather than in those dark, early hours of the morning. To indulge just once in it. There was hardly ever a moment where the mood didn't strike them. There had been countless times they'd had the chance and taken it. Countless times in their youth but in recent times since taking on not one but two children? It was hard. Incredibly hard to indulge in morning sex together. But this morning had that opportunity.

Gave them the golden ticket chance at getting this far. He arched his back up with a keening whine when fingers pinched fiercely at him sending another wave of burning pain over his chest. The firm, quick slides of his husband's hips against him was fucking hot. The crushing slides of those full lips against his that promised to leave them swollen from the frantic eagerness to the kisses traded between them. The racing breaths fanning over his cheek when he bucked up in a sharp thrust in response.

Tearing a moan out of the black-haired man when he got a thrust back that had his feet wriggling restlessly. And then the tight pinch on his nipple released itself only to tug at the stud itself. Pulling at it sharply until the left ball was pressing tightly to his nipple tearing a snapping groan out of him at the light burn. A stinging sensation that had him writhing beneath his husband as Shouta kept up that pull. It had his heart jumping to his throat as his husband yanked at it ruthlessly. As if he could tear the little thing out.

It danced on that beautiful border. Too much, too much, too much. Not enough, not enough, not enough when the hold on it was released as well. Flicked at ruthlessly before fingers were coming together to pinch then yank at his nipple. It tore a shrill cry out of him as he broke the kiss to throw his head back into the pillow. Another sharp bolt of pain from the feedback of his hearing aid from his cry had him strangling it off. Too early for such pain. It had a flicker of guilt hitting him at the reality of those two slip ups.

On the mere idea of what kind of panic they had to of had on his poor husband. And yet there didn't seem to be a single complaint when lips pressed to his chin. Racing, shallow pants fanning over it when lips fluttered over his jaw as hips moved in that maddening slide. Back and forth, back and forth, when Shouta ground his hips down in tight rolls that had him moaning. He could hear his right hearing aid rattling lightly over the bedside table. His glasses and the lampshade from the volume when Shouta nipped at him.

Moving down with kisses being pressed down his throat in a frenzy when he thrusted up against his husband who groaned at him in that throaty pitch. A twist to his nipple seemed to be the damn trigger for that rush of blood. So fast he swore it scalded his veins as his blood surged down to his twitching dick. Aching from the sudden rush as he clutched at his husband with that hard grip on his ass. He then gave a sharp pull on the locks he had wrapped around his hand. God, could he even get it out now?

The wild locks brushed against the back of his hand when he got a moan from Shouta into his throat as hips continued that slide. Sharp thrusts to break them up occasionally had him burning hot, hot, hot. His cheeks throbbed lightly from the uncomfortable heat burning in them that stung at the tips of his ears. Teeth nipped at his Adam's Apple when lips pressed against it in a fluttering kiss before moving down. A nip to his right collar bone only to trail over to press a kiss to the tattoo over the left on.

A soft, light flutter of lips to keep from pressing too hard and overstimulating him. It had him twisting beneath his husband as hips moved with an eagerness to them. Urgency. Huffing, short pants fanning over his chest as he thrusted his hips up against him. That spark of excitement twisting viciously into his chest. Mercilessly. Oh, it had the black-haired moaning at him with such an ecstatic enthusiasm it had him shuddering. A shrill whine flying out of him when his husband pushed down to pin him down.

Hips sliding against him when he got a whine back from his husband. Meeting that blazing gaze had his stomach knotting. Flipping excitedly with a drop that threatened to leave him nauseous under the sensations. Sick. It was fucking amazing. Shouta looked absolutely beautiful. Breathtaking. Stunning. Those dark eyes looked so big with that blazing heat to them. Brows squeezing together with that blush smothering itself over his cheeks as it deepened into that brilliant red. Such a vibrant color on his husband.

Glowing in the tips of his ears with a soft coloring to his collar bones as that blush spread down. God, he was beautiful with those wild locks brushing against his cheeks. His throat. He could stare at Shouta all morning long before they were pulled apart. He let his gaze drop down instinctively to a harsh grind of those hips with a low groan flying out of him. There was absolutely nothing better than watching his husband move over him. To watch the roll of his hips with each slide and grind down on him.

It was a sight he found himself momentarily riveted too. Awed at the sight of that subtle movement of his hips. The strength behind it as muscles flexed with the rolling movement had him breathless. God, he could watch his husband all fucking day. He'd let his husband do whatever he wanted with him all day long if they could get away with it. A whimper brought his gaze up when the urgent slides were traded for that fierce grind down against him. Tight circles that sent sparks of heat up his back.

And he was more than happy to move his own hips in time with that frantic grinding as he met that flaming gaze. Lustful. Hungry. It had him shuddering at the heat blazing at him from that gaze as dark brows twitched lightly from their tight clench. It was fucking exciting to feel his husband moving over him. The tight press of Shouta's twitching, hardening erection with each glide against him. It had him whining in unison with his husband in a pitch that trembled. Filling the silence when he licked his lips.

"Fuck me! Fuck me, Zashi, please? Please?" God, there was just something about hearing that husky voice damn near mewling out that plea when Shouta paused his grinding. "I-I need you to touch me, please? Make me feel good? I want you to-to fuck me with your fingers, please? Ge-Get me ready? I want you in me, Zashi, please?"

Shivers. Racing down his back, he swallowed as he tugged gently at the wild locks wrapped around his fingers as he began to work his hand out. "You want me that bad, huh? So bad you'll beg me to fuck you with my fingers so shamelessly? The sun hasn't risen completely, and you want me already? Sweet boy, you don't have to work yourself up into a frenzy, you know that! I'll make you feel good, baby, I promise!"

"Then please? Please, touch me? I-I want you in me, Zashi, please? I wanna feel you!" Fuck, it should be a downright crime for that husky voice to come out so breathlessly. Cracking at random giving him a spark of that electricity when hips rolled down against him when his husband shuddered with him. "I just- I want you before it's not possible, you know? Shit has always worked against us in the past and I want you before anything can happen."

"Darling boy, we have more than enough time before anyone thinks of knocking or calling us! There's no need to be so frantic, yeah?" Sliding his hand along his waist, he worked his right out of the wild black locks. Taking care to be gentle when he finally tugged it free with a squirm from his husband. Lazy rolls to his hips as he dropped his hand down to squeeze at his husband's waist. "Though, if you want me and my cock so damn bad, I guess that answers my question if you're in the mood for it!"

"'m very much in the mood for it, Zashi, I'm pretty sure that much is clear, isn't it? I'd ask you the same question given we woke up less than two hours ago, but I think this is speaking volumes, isn't it?" The hand on his chest moved in an idle stroke when fingers flicked carelessly at his nipple sending a wave of tingles down. Pooling into his stomach to feed into another twist of that ache. Hips then ground down against him sending a spark of heat up his back when a shudder ran over his husband. "Goddamn, you're hard."

"Take it as a compliment!" He beamed at the low groan he got from his husband when he kneaded at his waist as hips gave another roll down against him. An idle rocking that had his breath hitching on an inhale. "God, you look so fucking pretty when you wake up in the morning, you know that? Fucking sexy with that husky voice of yours and you know it, don't you? That's why you're playing it up, isn't it? Because you know and I know that being bratty so early isn't going to get you anywhere, baby!"

A shudder ran over his husband followed by a hitching breath being take as that idle rocking stuttered. A flare of heat in that gaze had him shuddering as he clung onto his husband's waist. Fuck, it looked like Shouta was going to eat him alive if he was able too. Devour him head to toe. "Maybe I am. Maybe I'm not. Only question is what are you going to do about it, hm? What are you going to do to stop me from being bratty? I thought you wanted to fuck me this morning! Isn't that what you said last night?"

Oh.

This is the game he wanted to play this morning, was it? He could feel that heat twisting under his skin as he gave a squeeze to his husband's waist before sliding his hands down towards his thighs. "That is exactly what I said I wanted last night! But do you think being a brat will get you what you want so early? Do you think that being huffy and bratty is going to get you on your back? That it's going to get you my cock? Going to get what you so clearly fucking need lately?"

"And what is it that I need, Zashi? Clearly you seem to have an idea about it." Fuck. Him. Oh, there was something so fucking thrilling when his husband gave him that push back. Gave him that attitude. "Don't you want to be inside me, Zashi? Don't you want to give me your cock? Fill me up? Fuck me so good I can't breathe? I know I want you to fuck me so goddamn hard my legs are shaking by the time we're done! So gimme it? Let me have your fingers? Give me what I fucking deserve?"

"You think you're that entitled to my cock? God knows you're being a pain so early in the morning! You need that attitude spanked out of you, don't you?" His cheeks were throbbing lightly with that uncomfortable heat when he curved his hands inwards to target what he could of those inner thighs. It had his husband's breath hitching as muscles trembled beneath his hands. "Because I know exactly how to treat brats, don't I, baby? Especially when they like running their vulgar mouths. It's too early for your little attitude!"

An eager expression pinched at that flushed face as hips squirmed restlessly against him. When they had talked last night about the idea of sex first thing in the morning, he'd never imagined Shouta would put on a bratty attitude. They hadn't discussed it before hand. How they'd set the scene or if there would even be one. But Shouta giving into that huffy attitude of his? He'd be lying if he denied he wasn't loving it. "You do! S-So why are you wasting time, huh? Fuck me? Pound my fucking brains out until I'm screaming, won't you?"

Fuck, his husband was doing nothing but riling both of them up with his words. With the idle rocking of his hips down against him as that hand on his chest slid in an absentminded caress over him. The things he'd do if he wasn't feeling that foggy cling of sleep in the back of his mind. If it wasn't so early. "Can't promise screaming but I'll give it to you good! But first, tell me your color? Are you completely sure that you're okay with this? I know you like to have your coffee and to do your other stuff so if this isn't-"

"I'm perfectly okay with this, Zashi! I wouldn't have agreed last night if I wasn't okay with it, you know." Hips gave a slight roll to break up that rocking when a smile twitched at those full lips. "I want you. I want you right now and I don't want you stalling, you hear me? So, don't over complicate it and fuck me already, won't you? Love me? Touch me?"

"I know, baby, but I just want to make sure you're completely okay with it, you know? Last night you weren't in the mood for sex which is perfectly fine! But I only want to make sure you're not just going along with it to make me happy, baby." Squeezing at his husband's thighs, he slid his hands up to grab onto his rocking hips to twist him closer. "So, I'll get the condom and lube, yeah? You, on the other hand, still have your boxers on! Take'em off." ✨

One would think by watching alone he had his husband trained. Ready to follow his orders, barked or spoken evenly, at the drop of a hat. He twisted towards the bedside table to yank at the drawer causing the items inside to rattle together. Thudding off of the walls. He reached inside searching and finding the condoms rather quickly to which he slapped them on top of the table. Grabbing at the lube and wipes quickly after which he happily slapped the wipes onto the table next to his hearing aid and glasses.

Without a second through, he shuffled into a sitting position as his husband crawled off of him. Bracing himself to the headboard, he watched Shouta's fingers curl over the elastic band of his boxers to tug them down. It had his heart skipping against his chest up to his throat when he watched his husband move with blurry view. Watched as Shouta eased his boxers down to his thighs. Shifting from his kneeling position backwards to ease them down to his knees. It was riveting. A simplistic action he found himself locked onto.

Black lashes fluttered with dark eyes peering up at him in fast flicks. Looking away quickly despite his gaze not moving an inch as he watched his husband tug them from around his knees. Down his shins towards his ankles to work the fabric from around his feet. He shifted then to put the open lube down with his hands reaching down towards the waistband of his shorts. Arching his hips up from the bed, he curled his fingers over them to ease them down his thighs. Swallowing at the small dark spot left behind on the fabric.

Evident from a few drops of pre-come that had soaked into the fabric of them. It was good he was taking them off now rather than chance them being ruined. Easing them down to his knees, he watched Shouta's hands shoot forward to grab at his shorts. Lightly tapping at his hands prompted him to let go. God knows it had his erection twitching against his stomach to watch his husband ease the purple shorts down his legs. From around his ankles and feet rather quickly before they were discarded off the side.

Over the edge of the bed with his husband's boxers. And fuck, he couldn't help but gawk at the black-haired man. From the wild rats nest that had curls of hair brushing at his flushed cheeks. The parting of his full lips with those quiet, racing breaths that had his chest fluttering up and down. It was always fucking hot to see his nipples hardening from the excitement alone. The arousal of it all. He let his gaze wander down over the familiar sights of his husband's toned stomach. Admiring that developing softness to it.

Letting his gaze flick down to the tattoo decorating his left him briefly. Back up to the dark hair dusting the lower half of his stomach beneath his belly button. Down where it thickened into the wild, chaotic black curls covering his husband's pelvis. The sight of his erection curved up along his lower stomach. Twitching as a droplet smeared onto his skin. Holding himself still as he let his gaze flick over the familiar sight of the black-haired man's body. Something he swore he had memorized after all these years.

A sight he'd had the pleasure of seeing for sixteen years together and yet he was struck just as silly. Just as wordless as the very first time. And just like every other time he was invited to look over his husband so shamelessly. To gawk. Ogle. If the twitch of that erection meant anything, he knew that his husband was eating it up. Loving it the longer he let his gaze flick over that pale skin. Was aroused by it more than he ever let on. Fuck him, Shouta looked positively beautiful in this lighting. So absolutely aweing.

And then the black-haired man was moving. His husband rolled forward onto his knees again prompting him to pluck up the lube he'd placed down. It was absolutely exciting watching his husband crawl forward as those messy black locks slithered over his shoulders. Squeezing a dollop onto his fingers, he placed the lube down within easy reaching distance. He then spread the dollop over his fingers quickly with that slick noise ringing out. Taking care to make sure his fingers were evenly coated with the lube.

Shouta braced himself forward onto his hands and knees over his lap as his chest hovered before his. Lips pressing to his jaw softly as his breath caught in his throat on a stuttered inhale that rushed out of him shakily. It was electric each time those full lips pressed to his jaw in pecking kisses. Crawling up towards the corner of his mouth as he worked to coat his fingers evenly with a tingle to his lips prompting them to part. Another shaking breath leaving him when his husband kissed the corner of his mouth again.

A soft press to it that had his lips tingling viciously when his husband pulled back. A light, fluttering kiss being placed to his top lip when he twisted his slick fingers in his grasp before reach8ing backwards. Brushing his dry fingers over his husband's waist earning himself a shudder. A hitching breath from the black-haired man as lips then shifted to cover his properly. Sliding against his with a firm touch that had his stomach dropping as he reached backwards to grab at his husband's left cheek with a shiver.

Giving a hard, brief squeeze had Shouta whining into the kiss when he pulled at the cheek in his grasp in an awkward one handed spread. He brought his fingers forward to wriggle between the awkwardly spread cheeks with a hum that had his husband shuddering. Lips crushing themselves to his as those sharp smacks rang out deafeningly in the quiet of their bedroom as his fingers made contact. Sliding slickly against his husband, he rubbed his fingers against him. The lewd, slick sound ringing out with an intermittent squelch.

A sound that had his husband whining into the kiss. Racing breaths fanning over red cheeks when he rubbed slickly at Shouta. Swirling the pads of his fingers playfully against his husband earned him a twitch of that hole beneath his fingers. It had him burning up. Sliding his fingers over his husband had hips arching backwards as he moved his lips against those full ones. A shiver raced down his back at the warmth of them. That plump fullness that had him more than happy to press his lips fiercely to Shouta's.

The sharp smack of their moving lips melting in with the slick noise of the lube created that familiar sensation. Familiar sounds that left him flushed when he gave another swirl of his fingers against his husband. They hadn't talked beforehand how they would go about it this morning for there had been no foresight. There had been no discussion of Shouta putting up a front. An attitude. But God did those playful words sizzle straight down to his core over it. To hear his husband's husky voice cracking as he pleaded.

There was nothing he loved more than when Shouta got catty on him. Bratty. It was fucking amazing. Pressing his fingers firmly against his husband, he got a shudder when he pulled at the cheek in his other hand. Digging his fingers into him when he gave a light bounce against him. Earning himself another twitch of that hole beneath the pads of his fingers. He gave another playful bounce earning himself another ringing whine from the black-haired man. The impatience in it unmistakable as hips wriggled.

A shake that merely emphasized that impatience in his husband. It had his breath hitching as he bounced his fingers with each upwards slide. A playful, intermittent press that had hips squirming impatiently when he kept up that firm press. A teasing touch and go. Rubbing at his husband before swirling his fingers with a hum when he felt Shouta shift. Grunting quietly before a hand was sweeping over his thigh. Moving up it sending a shiver down his back as he lifted his fingers up. Abandoning that light bouncing.

Instead, he traced the tip of his finger over that twitching hole which earned him another whimper. Trembling, racing breaths fanned over his hot cheek as the hand on his thigh paused with a firm squeeze at him. The blunt edges of his nails digging into his skin lightly had his heart jumping in a skip. Whining shrilly at his husband in response when he gave another swirl against him. Shivering when he felt the bed dip from the braced right hand of his husband's digging in as his left moved up from his thigh towards his hip.

Over his waist before sweeping up the right side of his stomach with that intentional ignorance to his erection. Oh, it had his stomach fluttering when that hand then swept right up instead. A caress from his stomach to his chest to which his breath shuddered out. Hitching sharply when fingers fanned through the curls of hair there. So warm against his feverish skin when those fingers curled. Nails dragging lightly over his skin in an idle scratch. It had his back arching forward slightly to press into that hand.

He pressed the tip of his finger against his husband with a firm, growing pressure. Pressing, pressing, pressing until he got the give that had his husband groaning at him. Had a whine of his own breaking free as his finger sank into the black-haired man slickly. He wriggled it before pressing the pad of his finger against the quivering inner wall as they clamped tightly around him. Squeezing his finger for all their worth. As if to strangle the damn life out of it now that his husband had something to grip onto.

Christ if that wasn't a fucking hot notion. Moving his lips against those full ones, a shiver ran down his back at the sharp smacking with each slide. There was something stupidly exciting about it all. When they spoke about it last night, he hadn't thought it would be overly complicated. That it would be overly mundane, and he was more than happy with that idea. But this? God, this was hot. He was buzzing head to toe with that excitement at the spice his husband poured into it no matter how weak.

There was something so good about those breathy words coming sluggishly. The crack to that husky voice from a lack of use this morning. It had him hotter than anything as he rolled those circles into that trembling inner wall. Using a firm press that had his husband shuddering against him. The pads of fingers rubbing over his areola blindly with a strained hum leaving the black-haired man. Flicking his fingers carelessly over his hardened nipple before Shouta's hand was fanning out over his chest. Shifting slightly in its positioning.

And then his thumb was rubbing over it to flick idly. A slow back and forth that had him whining as he abandoned those circles to give a rub to that quivering inner wall. Loving that low groan it got him from his firm strokes against him before he pulled his finger back. A breath hitched in sharply when he then thrusted it forward shallowly. The light squelch from the action had him shuddering when that breath flew out of Shouta on a groan. Angling his hips back in a twitch that had him all too eager to take the silent prompt.

To repeat the action. Muscles clenched around his finger as he pulled back only to thrust forward shallowly into his husband. Earning himself a trembling sound from his husband when he happily let himself sink into that shallow thrusting rhythm. Pressing the pad of his finger against that trembling inner wall with each shallow thrust. Shuddering as he arched into his husband's hand as that thumb continued its idle, lazy back and forht over his nipple. Rolling over his areola before coming down to press it down.

It had tingles racing down to feed that ache when he whimpered shrilly at his husband. Heat twisted restlessly when Shouta's thumb slid gently over his nipple once it released that press down on it. Coaxing it to perk up once again before fingers came together in a sharp pinch. Oh, it was fucking good. It Groaning at his husband, he arched his back away from the headboard slightly. Squirming beneath the black-haired man delightedly as he happily threw himself into moving his finger. Thrusting it eagerly into his husband.

Listening to the resulting light, intermittent squelches ring out from his shallow, quick speed. Eager. It was damn near choking him as his breaths rasped through his nose when he felt those sliding lips parting against his. A light brushing caress over his bottom lip was a tease. A playful flick of his tongue against his lips had him followed by another brush of the tip of it against his lower lip. And he eagerly opened his mouth as parting lips pressed together in a crushing press. His piercing clicked off of his teeth lightly.

A result of his overeager movement to meet Shouta's tongue. Rasping pants fanned over his cheek as fingers then pinched tightly at his nipple tearing a deafening moan out of him. Shrill as it tore up in volume effortlessly when he slid his tongue against Shouta's. A flick against his piercing had him shuddering as he thrusted that finger with a spark of eagerness. Catching the quieter, back of the throat sounds leaving his husband as his tongue twisted with his. A sliding caress that sent sparks down his back.

He felt muscles clamping down around his fingers. Clenching around him as if they could break off his finger. Keep it inside of him for merely something to hold onto. Hot. It was fucking hot as he rubbed the pad of his finger against that quivering inner wall. Fingers tugged at his nipple then sending a burn over his chest that had it throbbing in that tight hold. Aching after the treatment it had received seconds ago and God it felt damn good. There was a thrill to everything that had him breathless.

Excited with each light squelch that rang out. The playful flicks of his husband's tongue to his before they slid in that massaging rub. Listening to the quiet click of his piercing hitting off of his teeth with an overeager movement. All the while he could see the light strengthening through the window behind his closed eyes. Dying the backs of his eyelids a light red from the glare off of the snow making that bright lighting painful. Giving a few of those sharp, shallow thrusts into his husband had him moaning fervently at him.

Trembling on their way out of him. It sent shivers down his back when he felt hips twitching back absentmindedly to meet the thrusts of his finger. Squirming against him when he pulled at his cheek again to renew that spread as he moved his middle finger closer. Pausing his thrusts, he rolled firm circles into that inner wall briefly before stilling that movement as well. Doing so in favor of moving his middle finger. Tracing the rim of his hole with a rub to the skin had the muscles spasming. A blatant twitch around his finger.

Then muscles squeezed around him with that excitement. Oh, it had him hot as he pressed his fingers tightly together. Pushing, pushing, pushing at his husband when he got another twitch as he wriggled his finger lightly. Moaning in unison with his husband as his finger slid in slickly much as the first had. There was a quiver to those inner walls around his fingers before they were clutching around him with a strength that had his breath hitching. Flying out of him on a sharp exhale as shivers raced down his back.

Whining when Shouta swirled the tip of his tongue against his piercing with a moan. Squirming against him when fingers yanked at his nipple again before letting go with a tug on the metal of his jewelry. And then, much to his surprise, that hand was sliding down. A whisper of that palm over his feverish skin had him shivering as he rolled circles into his husband's inner walls. Twitching around his fingers before squeezing around him again when he whimpered once it clicked. Ohhh, he knew exactly what Shouta was doing!

The downwards caress of his palm over his stomach had the muscles jumping with a vicious quiver as that whimper twisted up in pitch. Tearing through octaves until he heard another light rattle of the items next to them. Arching his hips up with a jiggle as that hand drifted down with fingers brushing along the underside of his erection. Nails clicking lightly over the piercings had him whimpering encouragingly at his husband with another jiggle of his hips. He abandoned those firm circles then for a spread of his fingers.

Pushing outwards at those quivering inner walls with that quiet insistence. Oh, it earned him a positively deafening moan from his husband as hips jerked back. He pushed at those quivering muscles as they squeezed around his spread fingers in an attempt to choke them together. Groaning at his husband who squirmed against him as fingers drifted along the underside of his erection idly. Up and down, up and down, up and down. Pushing at those muscles, he brought them together to give a cautious thrust into him.

It had hips twitching backwards to meet it with another of those deafening moans leaving his husband. Enthusiastic as it trembled loudly at him sending a shiver down his back as fingers swiped at the head of his erection. Smearing away a droplet of pre-come with a slick sound as fingers rolled over it. Tapping lightly at him slickly before wrapping around him. Rolling his palm against it had him jerking up with a reedy moan of his own at the black-haired man. Squirming as he settled into a familiar thrusts into his husband.

Taking care in keeping them even before spreading his fingers out with muscles trembling around his fingers. God, he could just see the spread of his husband around his fingers. A sight that had long since burned itself into his mind. Loving the shudder that rolled over his husband when he did so as he brought his fingers together to thrust into him again. It was so fucking hot. Feeling muscles spasm and twitch around his fingers as he thrusted them in giddily. Giving careless rubs over his inner walls.

Prompting them to clutch around him as hips twitching before his husband was rocking back and forth shallowly on his knees to move. Meeting his thrusts into him with moans spilling out of him shamelessly in varying pitches. Encouraging him to keep going, going, going. He listened to the squelches of his thrusting fingers that moved faster with that confidence. The boldness he felt bubbling up with each outwards spread of his fingers that had his husband writhing. Twisting against him restlessly with a whimper.

The slick sound of his husband palm rolling over the head of his erection as he palmed at him. Smearing drops of pre-come over it before it was sliding down with fingers wrapping around him. Sliding in a quick rhythm that matched his thrusting fingers. The light wiggle of his shoulder as hips jerked backwards were fucking hot. Boiling him alive with each thrust of his fingers. The clutch of those muscles around his fingers had him burning alive as he bucked his hips up to meet that downward slide of his husband's hand.

The brush of that palm over him as fingers pulled cautiously at the skin around his piercings. And fuck him, did that send bolts of heat through him. Sparks up his back with each twisting stroke given that tugged lightly at him. A sensitivity to the area that merely made it all the better as he moaned shrilly at his husband. Squirming with a buck of his hips up into his hand which merely had fingers squeezing at him. God, it was fucking good. In response, he threw himself into that rhythm of theirs eagerly.

Thrusting, thrusting, thrusting then spreading his fingers out. Pushing at quivering inner walls each time tore a deafening moan out of his husband. He swore he could feel drops of pre-come landing on his thigh from Shouta's erection. Oh, it was a thought that had his blood boiling through his veins. Thrusting his fingers with that eagerness twisting under his skin as a groan ripped out of him. Squirming before he spread his fingers out rapidly. A back-to-back scissoring push that had his husband moaning.

He undulated his tongue up to rub the bottom of his piercing against the top of Shouta's. Catching the click of the metal hitting off his teeth from the movement. The slick sound of his thrusting fingers rang out. Squelches that had his husband shuddering as those shameless moans rose in volume. An ecstatic, pleasurable sound that had him cooking in his own skin as he tried to keep his thrusts even. Consistent in-between the frantic spreading of his fingers. So hot, hot, hot. Burning. Sizzling.

Boiling.

His own moans ripped out of him with each stroke of that hand around him. Squeezing at him to provide a pressure to get him drooling. It curved and twisting up near the head of his erection only for that thumb to swirl over the head. Smearing away the drops of pre-come welling there only to fly down to the base to knead at him. Tugging lightly at the skin to stimulate those piercings just enough to get him moaning. God, he could burn up. Spreading his fingers out frantically to push at those trembling muscles.

Frantic to get him ready when he knew how impatient his husband could be to jump into it. Always so excited and eager to get to the best part rather than linger in their foreplay. And fuck, the black-haired was feverish against him when he got a whimper from him. When he had returned home from the station he'd found Shouta waiting for him. Bright eyed as he lounged in the bed. And he had thrown himself all too happily onto it for what had to be one of the hottest homecomings he'd had in a while.

One to rival that morning they dabbled in chest jobs. God, he still didn't know if it was merely because he was so worked up from their hand at watersports but it had been frantic. Hot. Messy. It was the fucking best. The muscles - albeit nowhere near as strong in gripping around him - had shivers racing down his back. It truly wouldn't take much, would it? His husband may not have been in the mood last night, but he could feel that pent up energy now. Could feel it burning under his skin leaving him feverish.

Far, far too hot as that tongue twisted with his. Rubbing, sliding, massaging and flicking itself at his with a fervency that he was all too happy to answer in kind with the same movements. Rasping, short pants being taken through noses as his lips ached from that hard press. Spreading his fingers out at the trembling inner walls. The action got himself a whimper from the black-haired man when he pressed his fingers together again. Thrusting them into him shallowly as that whimper crested up into a moan.

Trembling on a throaty note. Rubbing the pads of his fingers carelessly over the softness of his inner wall. So fucking hot he couldn't help a groan at the mere thought of how it would feel. The fact he already knew how fucking good it was going to be had him abandoning that shallow depth. It had his husband groaning at him as his hand flew over him in a mimic of his thrusting fingers. The speed he used. It had his hips jumping up into his hand with that eagerness. The excitement as he let out noises of his own.

Shameless moans and groans scrape out of him. Ringing with that encouragement as he thrusted his fingers into Shouta with inner walls clenching around him tightly. Twitching around his fingers with what he knew was that silent demand for more. God, he wished he'd thought to add a third finger in when he'd been spreading the lube. Oh, to imagine how his husband would react to three fingers was always a heated thought. Burning. He spread his fingers out again when he got another flick of that tongue to his.

He happily gave a flick back when the black-haired man broke the kiss. Gasping in breaths in unison, his own rushed out of him on a trembling exhale only for Shouta to whimper at him shrilly. Keening in its pitch when he pushed out his fingers. Pressing against trembling inner walls as fingers wrapped around him tightened. Dragging over his piercings in a tug that had him throwing his head back with a light brush of the wall behind him. Moaning at the resulting sparks racing up his back as his legs twitched.

Restless. Feet shifting over the fitted sheet with a rustle as he spread his fingers out again, again, again. Thrusting them into his husband as his hand came up to roll his palm over the head of his erection. Smearing the droplets of pre-come with a slick, wet sound from his palm as he did so. He was so hot. Unbearably hot in his own skin as he let his gaze flick to the window where that light was becoming stronger. Blinding as it reflected off the melting snow that poured through their window. Lighting up the room.

Spreading his fingers out in his husband again earned him a shrill cry that rang with impatience. Hips jerking back once he pressed his fingers together to give a few sharp thrusts. It was fucking hot. While the human body was an amazing thing, he couldn't deny that he was worried. Even if the muscles were relaxed more so than any other time, it had still been a full day since they'd had that frantic sex. He didn't want to risk hurting his husband if he gave in to that impatience. Didn't prepare him properly.

He didn't want to risk it at all. Giving a few thrusts, he stilled his fingers to roll frenzied circles into that quivering inner wall. Clenching around them with a surprising strength when he spread his fingers out. Repeating the action with a thrust punctuated in between. Doing it again. And again. Again, again, again. Until another cry flew out of his husband as his hips jerked backwards in a frenzy of thrusts to meet his fingers shallow thrusts as he swallowed. Pulling his fingers out of his husband carefully.

Shivering at the slick squelch when fingers tightened around him. Flying up to tug lightly at his piercings in that stroke tearing a wild moan out of him at the sparks it created. Squirming when that had came up to cover the head with a fierce squeeze. Rolling his palm over the head with a slick noise as it smeared away the drops of pre-come. Burning him up. "Yo-You wanna lay down on your side for me, baby? I wa-wanna fuck you from behind. You want that?"

Oh, it was a damn delight watching those dark eyes widen at him ever so slightly with a flutter of black lashes. The glowing spark of excitement as full lips parted with his mouth dropping open. He swore he could see that blush of his deepening before his very eyes. With those messy locks of hair brushing at his red cheeks, his husband looked stunning. Painfully beautiful as the image tugged at his heart. God, he was absolutely amazing. The excitement had his own stomach dropping sickeningly when Shouta moved.

Sucking in a sharp breath, the black-haired man twisted off of his lap with the bed bouncing lightly under his eager movements. Sliding over the fitted sheet onto his side as he braced himself up onto his right forearm. And then he was twisting slightly with his left hand moving to grab at that left cheek to pull at it. Spreading himself with the intention to make it easier on him. Speed things along effortlessly for the both of them. Holy shit, it was a hot fucking sight. Scalding him as he shuddered at that boldness.

That confidence. It was sexy. An unbelievably blatant turn on that left him burning up with the threat of being razed apart. Reduced to ashes as he shuffled before sliding down on his side when he reached down between them. Spreading that small dollop over his husband's hole slickly. Shuddering at the twitch it gave beneath the pads of his fingers as he then slide closer to his husband to line up with him properly. Sliding his hand up to caress the curve of his waist as he eased his husband back in squirming inches.

Until his back was pressing against his chest. His hips hovering before his as he arched his hips forward to grind himself against his husband. Earning himself another twitch of that hole. A whimper from his husband as he slid slickly over him before he pulled back. His own pants rasping down his throat with scraping gasps that dried out his throat. Threatened to choke himself. Burning so hot, hot, hot as he pressed the head of his erection against him. Using his right hand to hold himself steady, he felt a rush.

Dizzy at the exhilaration. The excitement as he pressed against his husband with an insistent nudge. He squeezed at his husband's waist with his left as he leaned forward to press his lips over his shoulder softly. Fluttering kisses that had his husband's arm curling up beneath his neck and behind him. Twisting fingers into his hair where they gripped at a fistful. Holding him against his shoulder as he trailed his lips up towards the side of his neck where he coaxed away the wild, messy black locks away.

Tickling his face as he did so when he used a firmer pressure against his husband. The black-haired man hissing down a breath with a squirm. Arching back against him when he finally, finally, finally got that give. Sinking forward quickly into his husband as inner walls clutched tightly around him. He let a snapping, throaty groan out of him as he pressed his face into the side of his neck. Squeezing at his husband when he got an enthusiastic moan out of the man. Hair rustling over the pillow when his head tilted back.

Fingers tightening in his hair to which Shouta then yanked at his hair fiercely. It had sparks of heat racing down his back. The hand Shouta used to hold himself open let go as that hand curled back instead to grab at his ass. Much like the hand in his hair, Shouta gave him a hard squeeze that had him shuddering. Groaning into the feverish pocket he made against his husband's neck as he let himself be pulled forward. Slowing to ease his piercings in carefully as his husband whimpered at him in that keening pitch.

God, he knew he couldn't feel it through the condom. Knew it. But he could only imagine what it'd feel like once he was fully healed. When he could have unprotected sex in a handful of months and feel those piercings sliding in as he sank into his husband. Oh, it had him shivering at the mere thought of such a sensation. The idea of what a sensation like it would possibly feel like. If it would feel as good as it was praised online to be. It was an idea he had yet to mention to his husband but he thought to be fucking hot.

So unbearably hot as he let himself be pulled forward quickly once that third piercing was sliding in. Coming forward quickly in compliance with that pulling hand with a light clap of their skin meeting. He wriggled his right hand beneath his husband to grip at his waist. Holding onto him as a moan flew out of the black-haired man when he squeezed at his waist. Hips ground back against him tightly to which he happily followed. Giddy off of that excitement twisting into him. The eagerness that came with that frenzy.

The frantic energy behind it as he clung to his husband only to moan out in that keening pitch when inner walls quivered before clenching around him tightly. Hot. It felt so fucking hot . Soft. Clutching around him so tightly it had his legs shaking lightly at the pooling pleasure. Hot. A slow coil of that magma heat slithering along his bones as his skin ripped with heat. There was an itch over his back and upper arm from the clammy sheen of sweat threatening to break out any second. God, it felt fucking amazing.

So good, good, good he could burn up right now. Leave a pile of ashes behind from that twisting, restless heat that howled for relief. The hand on his ass squeezed fiercely at him tearing another snapping moan out of him when he raised his head up. Abandoning that hot pocket he'd made against his neck to nip at Shouta's earlobe sharply. A click of jewelry hitting off of his teeth as he ground himself tightly against the black-haired man. Tracing the edge of his ear with the tip of his tongue when fingers yanked.

Sparks of heat ripped down his back as he bit sharply at the tip of his husband's ear with a moan flying out of him. Trying to keep it from being too loud, loud, loud. To keep from hurting Shouta's ears from the proximity. Hands tightened on him again when he flexed his fingers out to drag his nails over his waist. Clutching at him as he caught a few light squelches from the lube and rubber condom in time with the frantic grinding. Subtle shifts allowing for the light sound to ring out. He could burn up right now.

Die the happiest he'd ever be as he held onto his husband. Rasping pants leaving him that were identical to the ones leaving Shouta. Pressing, squirming, twisting against him with that feverish heat rolling off of him. The start of a clammy sweat that allowed him to slip against him effortlessly as hips ground backwards. Fuck. Was there truly a better way to spend Sunday morning? To spend any morning? The hand on his ass gave another of those hard squeezes that had him growling at his husband in that guttural pitch.

Earning himself a shudder from his husband before the man was squirming. Moving his hips forward then backwards in a sharp, shallow hit against his pelvis. Sucking in a sharp breath, it flew out of him on a moan of encouragement as he bit at the tip of his husband's ear. Squeezing at him when hips came forward then back in another shallow thrust against his pelvis. The wild black locks brushing at his cheeks as he dipped his head back down to flutter kisses over his shoulder. He was so hot against him.

In his arms. Shouta was burning up as his hips came forward then back with that same sharp hit. It had his stomach dropping with a vicious flutter as he whined when hips ground back against him. A movement he was all too delighted in joining as he ground forward eagerly in time with him. Squirming as he clawed at his husband's waist once again earning himself a throaty groan from his husband. Husky. It had shivers racing down his back when muscles quivered around him before they clenched at him.

God, they were squeezing around him so fucking good he could lose his damn mind. Crawl up the walls from that sizzling pleasure melting into him from that tight grip around him. It had his dick twitching with that excitement when his husband whimpered at him. Hands twitching in their places on him. Fingers clutched at his hair to create a blistering, consistent pull at his scalp that had sparks racing down his back. Nails biting into his ass from that hard grip on it as his heart pounded against his chest.

Sickening. He whimpered back at the black-haired man with a plea of his own. Begging, pleading, willing those hips to move again another shallow back and forth. Grinding himself with that twisting urgency with the quiet smack of his lips moving over his husband's shoulder. The light squelches that rang out in time with their grinding. Rasping, racing pants being taken on hitches and wheezes. Soft, quiet sounds made in the back of throats. The quiet rustle of the fitted sheet beneath them with the eager squirms.

The louder counterpart of hair rustling over pillows. His hearing aid allowing him to listen raptly to these sounds with a note of eagerness. Pleasure from it. God, he could listen to them for hours and never tire of it. Then hips were shifting forward only to snap back against him with a light squelch accompanying the shallow thrust backwards. He knew he could flip forward to get Shouta onto his stomach if he grew impatient. Raise his hips up and give them both what was so desperately wanted. Needed.

Desired.

But there was no better thrill than watching to see what his husband was going to do. What pace he would set for him to follow along with. Letting Shouta take that control to set the mood for it all then allow him to pick up on the dots ready to be connected once provided. To see what the black-haired man wanted the most from him. And fuck, he was loving it. Loving every second of those hips squirming against him when his husband whimpered. A keening, strained note as hips snapped back against him.

Again. And again. Again, again, again in a frenzy of movement as the fitted sheet rustled beneath them with that shallow slid. From his own squirming twists as a whine clawed itself out of his tight throat. Hands squeezed at him again with a strength that had him shivering as he twitched his hips forward. Cautiously meeting a thrust backwards earning himself a moan from his husband. Delighted. Encouraging. Whining when the black-haired man clenched up around him with a moan flying out of him.

From somewhere, in front or behind, he caught the buzzing of a phone. His or Shouta's? Did it matter? No. No, in that moment not a thing could compare nor take his attention away from this. The world outside their bedroom could wait five minutes more. Ten. Fifteen. Hours more before he was good and ready to face the world. All that mattered was his husband moving against him in eager, shallow thrusts that had him squirming. Writhing as that feverish heat rolling off of the both of them made the air suffocating.

Humid. He happily ignored it, however, as Shouta worked himself up into that shallow back and forth. Groaning when he came back sharply against his pelvis creating that light slap as skin hit together. Working himself up when the hand on his ass gave another of those hard squeezes that had his stomach flipping. Dropping with the pooling of pleasure at the simplistic action as he groaned at his husband. It was fucking amazing watching his husband move. Feeling him come back against his pelvis was a pleasure.

An absolute euphoric sensation he couldn't get enough of when he squirmed. Giving another twitch of his hips that had his husband keening out a whine at him. Coming back to hit against his pelvis again, again, again in that shallow back and forth. His erection twitched prompting muscles to squeeze around him again. Clenching at him for all their worth it seemed. It tore another of those snapping, guttural groans out of him. Raking his nails over his husband's waist earned him a throaty moan from the man.

Shuddering against him. Digging his nails into that pale skin was a highlight when it got him a whimper from his husband. It was a trigger that had his husband's hips flying back harder against his pelvis sending a wave of heat beneath his skin. Four snapping thrusts back against him in a frenzy. A hard hit that had him moaning enthusiastically at his husband. Heat ripped, twisted, and raked underneath the surface of it. His brows came together tightly with a light twitch to the muscles as his jaw slackened on him.

Huffing in those rasping pants through his mouth as it hung open slightly to which he used to his advantage. Dipping his head down, he scraped over his husband's shoulder had that back arching away from his chest briefly. The hand on his ass then flexed its fingers out before nails were raking out of him. And oh, oh oh. The blunt, burning lines left behind was followed by fingers digging into him with a vicious squeeze. He couldn't stop himself from throwing his head back to wail with an ear ringing volume.

A shrill pitch that had his hearing aid protesting the sudden burst of noise with a sharp jolt that had him jerking. Choking it off when Shouta flinched away instinctively before he pinched his lips together. Muffling it. He gasped in his breaths through his nose when his stomach dropped airily as he snapped his hips forward. Hitting against Shouta who groaned at him with that ecstatic enthusiasm at him. There was a trace of hesitance yet hips pulled forward then back against him with a slap of skin hitting skin.

He shuddered at that strangling squeeze around him. It was so good, good, good. So fucking good! Watching his husband work himself up into a frenzy of shallow thrusts that flew back against him in snapping hits against his pelvis. The keening moans flying out of the black haired man as he did so was addicting. Had that insatiable hunger for more, more, more from this man to claw up to the surface. Twisting hand-in-hand with that lust. That desire he held for his husband as wild black curls bounced lightly with his movement.

The ragged pants leaving him carried a hitching sound at the tail end of it. God, he was burning. Feverish as his hips twitched forward cautiously when Shouta's hips snapped backwards. He could feel his husband inching forward in his swinging thrusts to which he felt that eager twist to move. To fall into rhythm with his squirming husband as hands clutched at him. Squeezed, clawed, yanked and ripped at him. He thrusted forward cautiously earning himself such an encouraging moan from his husband.

Begging for him to move. Ecstatic at the thought of him finally joining in with that shallow pace. His heart jumped up to his throat when he attempted to meet a few sharp thrusts only to grit his teeth at his awkward timing, yet he refused to let it deter him. A snapping hit against his pelvis had him moving again to meet a backwards swing after his husband had pulled away. Groaning in that guttural pitch when the light clap of their meeting skin rang out. A deafening squelch from the sudden movement.

And it had him groaning in unison when his husband moaned at him again encouragingly. Enthusiastic. And he happily threw himself into meeting those thrusts as he let his hips inch backwards much like Shouta's. God, he couldn't get enough of this man. He'd always claimed there was more than enough time in their lives for it. More than enough time period for this. But God, he was happy that the spark never died as he had always seen portrayed in the media. That he never grew tired of his husband.

That he never grew resentful he never experienced someone else sexually. What more was there when Shouta felt better than anything? Anyone? Left him craving more, more, more long before they were done? When everything about Shouta felt so fucking good he couldn't think of being with another person? There was nothing he would want more than this. Nothing he'd want more than that simplistic pleasure with Shouta. To chase after it. That the mutual desire, lust, and hunger for one another never diminished.

Lucky that his husband still wanted him like that sixteen years later. It had him burning as he squirmed against his husband delightedly. Snapped his hips forward to meet Shouta as quickly as he could. Fuck, it could drive him crazy. Insane. To want someone so much the way he wanted his husband. The way that Shouta wanted him. It was a damn confidence boost he didn't knew he could experience. Had him hot. Gasping in his pants as the black-haired man ripped at his hair then. A sharp, hard yank at his hair.

It forced his head backwards away from his husband's shoulder. Pain burst over his scalp tearing a shrill cry out of him as he slammed his hips forward earning a choked whimper from his husband. Heat sparked down his back as he threw himself into meeting his husband's thrusts. Eager when muscles clutched around him in response to a twitch of his erection. Fuck, he couldn't imagine a better start to a day. A better fucking way for any day. Oh, he could start off every single day just like this if Shouta would let them.

If they had the damn time for it the way they used too. The way they used to start off every day in their early twenties in their shitty apartment together. A whimper tore itself out of him when Shouta tightened his grip on his ass. That blunt burn of nails digging into his skin. Hips working themselves forward each time he pulled back much like his husband's that came forward further. Flying to meet in the middle with a clap of skin meeting sending a shiver down his back. He moved his right hand from its pinned position.

Working itself out from beneath his husband's waist with a grunt. Moving it up to curl his arm awkwardly beneath Shouta's neck along side his husband's. Reaching forward to trail his fingers lightly over his jaw. A hitching gasp being made when he pushed lightly at him to coax his head backwards then up. And he happily flew forward once it clicked for the black-haired man to which he got a yank on his hair. He covered those full lips with his as they slid against him with a heat to leave him breathless.

A passion that had him burning. A sizzling lust to it as lips slid frantically against his. Using that crushing press as fingers tightened another harsh yank on his hair sending sparks of heat down his back. Snapping his hips forward to meet those backwards thrusts had him burning hot, hot, hot. God, there was nothing he loved more than this. To obey that shrieking, howling demand he slam forward into that heat the second he pulled back. TO dive forward as soon as even a sliver of himself was slipping out.

To pound himself into that heat until he was breathless. Cooking in his own skin. Oh, he couldn't stop himself from slamming forward harder, harder, harder. Faster. Pulling back further with each slid backwards had his husband writhing against him. Whimpering encouragingly as fingers tightened in his hair with the breathless slide of his lips to his. The plush feel of those swelling lips sliding against his leaving him eager for another caress. Another kiss that was then returned to him with that same eagerness.

An urgency identical to his husband's bled into the kiss leaving him frantic as he slammed his hips forward. The sharp smacks of their kisses mixing in with the huffing, rasping pants being taken through noses. Fanning over red cheeks as the squelches of their slamming thrusts rang out deafeningly. It had his toes curling to feel his husband's hips jerking back against him harder. Faster. Wobbling him lightly in a rock that had him tightening his holds on the black-haired man. Pounding himself into that clenching heat eagerly.

He clutched at his husband's waist tightly with a moan ripping out of his husband. Fuck, it was amazing. He'd heard of high school sweethearts breaking apart years later. Marriages failing. Romance and sexual lust for one another fizzling quickly. There was as many success stories about high school sweethearts as there were failures. And God, if he wasn't happy he put that dedication into it. Gave his husband his all when he could. He couldn't imagine being with anyone else like this. Not another person would do.

No one, not even Nemuri, could hold a flame to the attraction Shouta had for him. The desire that seemed bottomless. Endless. He shuddered as he slammed his hips forward eagerly with a cracking slap of thier skin hitting together with each meeting thrust. They weren't even done but he wanted more, more, more. Wanted to flip this man onto his stomach and have him again. On his back. To slid his hands over the pale skin glistening with a sheen of sweat as his husband wailed and shouted at him.

Went hoarse from the strain on his vocal cords. It had him clutching at his husband as his erection twitched at the pooling pleasure. Moaning shrilly at his husband when inner walls clamped down in a tight, strangling squeeze around him in response to that twitch. Oh, oh, it was so fucking good. To bury himself into that tight heat melting him to his core. Clutching at him so tightly it had him putting a slight effort in his thrusts. Frantic as he got those shameless, throaty moans from his husband as hands clutched at him.

The hand on his ass clawing at him again tearing a deafening moan out of him when he felt Shouta yanking at him. Forcing him to come forward faster, faster, faster. Harder. Sliding his lips against those full ones, they crushed against his with a strength that had his teeth throbbing from that initial slam forward. His lips aching with the promise of swelling after this. It was merely another thought to fan those flames under his skin. Another cap of gasoline on a bonfire. Another thing to encourage him onwards.

To keep up the pounding thrusts he had been steadily working his way up too. He slammed his hips forward to meet his husband's thrusts backwards against him. Working faster, faster, faster to meet his pounding thrusts. Harder. Fuck him, it was going to choke him under the heat razing under his skin. Delighted in each hard hip backwards of his husband's hips against his pelvis. He felt that clammy sheen spreading over his forehead as a whimper flew out of him. Felt that clammy sheen breaking out over his body.

Pricking as sweat formed from the heat twisting beneath the surface of his skin. The insufferable humidity from their radiator under the window. He complied with those hard pulls at his ass to come forward faster. Harder. To give his husband what he wanted from him as inner walls twitched and spasmed around him. Clenching around him with that intermittent clench, release, clench, release to mimic a throbbing. It was driving him insane as he pounded himself into the black-haired man earning himself a cry.

Twisting desperately against him as hips jerked back to hit against him. The wild black locks brushed at his hot cheeks as it rustled over the pillowcase. And God, it was easy to forget about that off balanced sensation from the silence in his right ear. Effortless to forget about it when his husband was crying out in that exasperate note. Moaning at him enthusiastically with an ecstatic encouragement to keep him going. To pound into the rhythmically clenching heat repeatedly. To dive back in fast as he possibly could.

His husband clutched at him with a shiver worthy display of strength that had his feverish skin breaking out in goosebumps. Had him electrified each time they squeezed at him to which he was all too happy to move in accordance with those tightening hands. Listening to that crisp slap of skin meeting skin mixing in with that deafening squelch as the lube and condomed rubbed together. Fuck, he loves it. Loves the feverish heat burning under his skin. Radiating off of his husband as hands clawed and yanked at him.

To hear his husband's deep voice climbing higher, higher, higher with exasperated tones that had it trembling. Wavering. This was a fantasy he hadn't realized had been so convenient in their youth. A natural occurrence in their early twenties that quickly became a fantasy when they matured. When they adopted Eri and Hitoshi. It was a fantasy that was having life breathed into it once again. And fuck him, he once again found his thoughts looping. Reinforcing that believe that he simply couldn't get enough.

Couldn't get enough of the feeling of Shouta's hips hitting against his pelvis. The slick squelch of the condom and lube working together as his husband clenched up around him. The heat and rhythmic clenching that pulled at him in mimicked throbs. He couldn't get enough of this man. Slamming forward into that heat again, again, again was a howling compulsion. A desire he didn't want to think twice about denying himself. Denying his husband of. Not when it had his husband moaning with that ecstatic pleasure.

When those moans, groans, whimpers and whines were increasing steadily in volume. A dangerous game to play despite the insulation of their bedroom. Of their soundproofed walls and ceiling. There wasn't a chance of being overheard through walls and ceilings but the doors were a different matter. They had discussed recently finding a solution to soundproofing their doors to make the room completely muffled to the rest of the house. The bathroom as well. They had yet to be confronted about being overheard.

That much was simply fact given by how professionally insulated their room was. However, he knew the few of being overheard -impossibility as it was- was something something his husband worried over. He knew it was simply how Shouta's mind worked. Knew he was worried about possibly being heard through their sliding doors if someone got too close. A rational worry given their kitchen was a mere six steps down a short hallway. And with this morning? It was a damn risk that had his blood burning.

Boiling.

He panted desperately through his nose as hips slammed back against him. Meeting that strength beautifully as lips slid in a frenzy against his. Burning with such passion it left him scalded. Hungry. Lustful. A desire he could feel twisting into himself. Helpless to chase after that pleasure with each slamming thrust forward that nudged at his husband lightly. God, he was burning. So fucking hot much like his feverish husband. Fast, ragged pants fanned over his hot cheek with hitches and wheezes to which he squeezed at him.

Then he moved his hand from its resting place on the black-haired man's waist forward. Trailing the tips of his fingers over his hip, he slid his hand down to drift his fingers along the underside of his erection. He could only imagine the runny patch left from the drops of pre-come. Just like the small patch he'd left on his thigh from that shameless dripping. Oh, it had heat ripping under his skin when he curled his fingers around that dripping erection of his. The moan it got him from his husband had him whining back at him.

Squeezing around that twitching erection when hips bucked forward to which he giddily began moving his hand. Stroking quickly in time with the slamming thrusts had the black-haired man twisting. Squirming against him with keening whimpers flying out of him to break up the throaty moans. The snapping groans ripping out of himself. The kiss was the broken with a smack only to have teeth bite sharply at his lower lip with a blunt pain racing down his chin. It had him shuddering as he groaned at his husband.

Lips then pressed together to kiss at his bottom lip to which he happily closed his lips against that full top lip of his. God, he could devour this man alive. Leave not a bit of him behind and he'd still want more, more, more. To give him everything he could ever want from him. Still craving after him long after he was gone. Long after they were done. It had him slamming forward into that clenching heat eagerly. Chasing after that pleasure with each hit of those hips slamming back against his pelvis as hands clutched at him.

Fingers yanking at his hair again sending a ripping wave of pain over his scalp. Sparks of heat down his back. Fuck him, he was drowning. Dying, suffocating, boiling. Burning under the heat sizzling through his very veins as he slammed himself forward again. Pounding himself eagerly into his husband as those deafening, strained moans flew out of his husband as hands yanked at him. Fingers digging into his ass while fingers held a fistful of his hair. And Christ, did it merely add more fuel to the fire twisting in his stomach.

Had him leaning forward slightly to which his husband leaned forward yet didn't complain. Didn't have the air too as he pounded into that clenching heat. Gasping in his pants as he clutched at his husband who merely spurred him on silently. Nails biting into his skin as his hair was held in a tight grip that kept up that pull on his scalp. Sending sparks of pain down his back but fuck it was good. Pounding his hips at the black-haired man earned himself those beautifully enthusiastic moans from his husband.

The breathless gasps of his name that were becoming more common. A break up of those moans and groans that were clawing up in their deafening volume. Earning himself those moans from his husband that were deafening in their volume. Each whine, whimper, and cry. It was an insatiable hunger twisting in his stomach when he moved his hand fast, fast, fast. Coming up to swipe his thumb over that dripping head as his husband's erection twitched in his grasp. Admiring the thickness to hi husband's erection.

Rolling his head over it to smear droplets of pre-come to his palm before sliding his hand back down. Twisting and curving his hand along the twitching erection happily as he met Shouta's backwards thrusts eagerly. Excitedly. There was a gasp as lips broke away from that awkwardly fitted kiss as nails raked over his ass. Renewing the burning lines in their wake. He couldn't stop himself from throwing his head back with a howl ripping out of him that rose quickly in volume. Shuddering as he bucked forward in a frenzy.

Tearing through the pitches until he could hear the light rattle of small objects around them. The picture frame that had long since had its cracked glass removed. The items in their bedroom drawers. An exasperated sound he struggled to choke down when his husband flinched against him. Stuttering in that slam back as the hand on him yanked him forward for a deafening crack of skin on skin when his husband gasped in a breath. He was fucking burning. God, it was absolutely amazing. Left him wanting more.

"Greedy li-little thing, aren't you? Ma-Making a mess all over yo-yourself! Mmmmn! Fuck! Ah! Ah, ah! Fu-Fuck me, Shouta! Fuck me, fuck me, baby! Like that! Ah! Ohhhh! God, fuck yes! Cho-Choke my fuckin' cock! B-Be my fucking good boy today! Lo-Lose that shitty, bratty attitude of yours an-and I'll give you somethin' good! Ah! God, you fe-feel so good, baby! So fuckin' goood! Hot! I can't get enough of you! Mmm! Squeeze me tighter! Tight- Yes! Fuck, yes, like that! Like fuckin' that!"

"Mo-More! Gimme more! Ha-Harder! Faster! I need it! Need you! Mmm! I lo-love how you feel in me! Str-Stretchin' me so goood! Ah! Ah, ah! I want- Nnghnn! Yo-Your body is so hot I lo-love everything 'bout it! Hands! Fingers! Mouth! Yo-You're cock! So perfect! Can't ge-get enough! Oh! Nnnn, please! Please, fi-find it! Find it, Zashi! I just ne-need a lil' more! Lil' more! Yo-You feel close! So cloooose, Zashi? Go-Gonna cum in me? Fu-Fuck me through it? I want- Nnnghn! Haah! It's right- There! There, there, Zashi!"

"He-Here, huh? You like it here, baby? You close too? Go-Gonna make a mess all over yourself then? God, yes! Fuck yeah! Ah! Nnnn! Yo-You want me to fuck you through it? Po-Pound your slutty ass into this fuckin' beg whi-while you cum? Such a fu-fuckin' desperate little thing, aren't you? So greedy fo-for my cock! Thinkin' you own it or some shit? I bet- Ah! Ahnn, Shouta, fuck! Fuck, yes! Ah! Haah, haah! Yes! Like that! Ah! Shit! I-I could fuck you like thi-this 'til I died , baby! Thi-Think that my co-cock is yours?"

"Yes! Mine!Yo-You're fuckin' mine! Ah! Ohhh, fuck! Fuck, Zashi! I can't-! Yes! Yes, yes, yes! Please! Please, I can't! Zashi, Zashi! Ah! Ah, ah, ah-!"

A snapping, snarling growl ripped free from him in a guttural pitch as he slammed his hips forward. Pounding himself into that clenching heat eagerly with the promise of an orgasm waiting for him. A spark twisting low in his stomach as he clutched at that twitching erection in his grasp when he sped up. The slick sound of his palm smearing the drops of pre-come aided in helping his hand fly over his husband. Eagerly. Feeling Shouta's hips hitting back against him with that identical strength had his toes curling.

Fighting that urge to flip over to pin him down to the damn mattress. To take that control in order to get them both over the edge they teetered on. He couldn't take it. Couldn't breathe without it fanning the flames of it. Without it acting as kindling for another wave of heat to rip down his back when nails clawed at his ass. Curling forward towards his waist only to slid backwards over those burning lines. Losing himself under that slap of clammy skin meeting again, again, again. A crisp slap filling the silence.

A bead of sweat rolled down his forehead to drip God knows where. His hair or the pillow, it was anyone's guess. So hot, hot, hot. It had arousal flickering with each grunt he let out that was smothered under a whimper. A pleading whine with each squirming twist his husband gave as fingers yanked at his hair uselessly. Sending pain bursting over his tender scalp. The squelches ringing out from the lube and condom working together as if to punctuate each thrust. It had tingles racing under his feverish skin.

He changed the angle of his hips again to hit at his husband's prostate tearing a shrill wail out of him. Shaking against him when he pounded himself forward again. Hitting at that spot as his husband jerked and jolted in his grasp when he trailed his fingers over his husband's jaw. Fingers yanked at his hair once again with hips jerking backwards against him only to tear an exasperated cry out of himself. God, he couldn't take the heat a second longer. That spark twisted in his stomach like a hot coal.

Sizzling deeper into him the further it climbed up. Driving him insane. How did he breathe when it felt little more than kindling? Another noise leaving him that pulled at his vocal cords with the promise of leaving him hoarse. Husky. Growing louder, louder, louder just like his husband. Stroking Shouta faster had the black-haired man thrusting into his hand shamelessly as hands squeezed at their holds on him when he slammed forward. It earned him a choked hiccup of a sound as his husband writhed against him.

It was so fucking good. How did he go a day without this? Without feeling Shouta squirm, twist, and writhe against him? Didn't feel those muscles milking him for everything he had to give? To go without inner walls spasming and clenching in that mimicked throbbing around him? It had his thighs tensing with a tremble as he dove into that tight heat again, again, again without so much as a second thought. Huffing for a proper breath to break up the pants scraping his throat raw. God, he loves it.

Loves his husband desperately. Perhaps it was far too much for morning time but fuck him if he didn't love it to bits. He truly couldn't get enough. It was hardly the frantic, frenzied sex they'd had very early the other day. Hardly. But it was right up there. Both jerking, twisting, and slamming their hips as the world shrank down. Becoming a point of feverish heat where the only things that mattered were the moving hips. Flying to meet one another in brutal hits emphasized by that crack of skin on skin.

Where nothing mattered but his husband twisting in his arms desperately. Fingers yanking at his hair sending bolts of heat down his back. Nails clawing at his ass so damn hard he swore he'd be left with welts from those blunt nails. Broken skin. A world of feverish heat where not a thing mattered. Where Shouta wailed his name like a beautiful loop as that husky voice raised louder. Shouts of his name like he was a God. Broken up with those mewled whimpers for more, more, more. Harder, harder, harder.

Faster. All with chants of his name on catching breaths with those slurred cries of his love before it was broken up by the nonsensical words. Half formed praises. And fuck him, he was howling right back at his husband. For nothing mattered but that beauty that was his husband. Nothing mattered but Shouta, Shouta, Shouta. Of the tight heat squeezing him so tight it was hard to form a thought. A word. A sentence when he was locked on slamming his hips forward. Pounding himself into the heat was so good.

Squeezing him so tightly it brought the threat of drooling. It had him twisting against his husband as he stroked the twitching erection in his hand. Shuddering as inner walls clamped down around his erection tightly. Hard. Choking it tight enough for him to feel that light, erratic throbbing that was steadily building. Faster in time with that twisting orgasm in his stomach that took its sweet time clawing up. Aching. Had him huffing with whimpers and whines of his own that he couldn't get out properly.

Not when Shouta was gasping in his arms with jerks and jolts as he pounded into him to hit his prostate mercilessly. Ruthlessly because they were both right there! So close it was fucking painful. He just needed-! Nails raked over his ass leaving another round of blistering lines over his skin as they raked up to his waist. Inner walls clutching hard around him with the intent on choking his twitching erection. The trembling muscles of his thighs tightened finally much like the muscles in his stomach.

Flexing as he stiffened when that orgasm snapped. A pluck that led way for that white-hot heat to rip over him. Jerking against his husband, he pounded forward as those inner walls squeezed tightly around him as his husband writhed in his grasp. Wailing out as hands yanked and clawed at him respectively once more as he slid his hand over his erection quickly. Felt that erratic throbbing identical to his own when Shouta was stiffening up on him. Shaking much like himself as he slammed forward against him.

Grinding desperately as he clenched his jaw tightly with teeth gnashing together with the desperate urge to stay quiet. Swallowing down that answering howl with each spur his erection gave into the condom. Twitching. Throbbing. Suffocating under that white-hot heat that hit him relentlessly. Ruthlessly. Shaking against his husband from his stiff hold as inner walls squeezed around him tight, tight, tight. Fucking amazing. He was in threat of chipping a tooth as he hissed in his breaths through his clenched teeth.

Struggling to breathe through that heat intent on ripping him to bits before he could tug himself together. Drowning. Melting. God, it felt fucking fantastic. Awful. The best thing in his damn life. The worst thing in his life. There was nothing better than feeling his husband shaking against him. Clenching around his erection with each twitching throb it gave. Milking him for another spurt of come. To coax him into a longer orgasm and he fucking loves it. Trembling under that white-hot grip as he stroked Shouta through it.

Choking under his orgasm until he swore he couldn't take it a second longer. Just as agonizing as that blazing heat of his arousal. And then it was rushing out of him leaving him a shaking mess without it. Leaving as suddenly as it had washed over him leaving him to gasp in a breath. His jaw relaxing when he slumped into the bed with heaving gasps being taken to soothe his itching, burning lungs. He felt Shouta trembling against him only melt into the bed with a shaking wheeze leaving him as he shuddered.

Felt the weak, warm dribble over the backs of his fingers prompting him to let go. To abandon his lazy strokes when his husband whimpered at him. He just needed a moment. To breathe. To gather his damn thoughts as that exhaustion threatened to rip right up to the surface and leave him tired once more. He blinked as he eased his hips backwards until he was slipping out of his husband carefully with a squelch. A whine left the black-haired man when he rolled away onto his back briefly to reach down for the condom.

Easing it up carefully with shaking hands while his husband panted raggedly next to him with those heaving gasps breaking it up. Rushing out far too quickly the next instant. He tugged that slippery condom off to which he grunted at the thought of tying it off. To struggle with the slick rubber for God knows how long before tying it off wasn't appealing. It wasn't something he wanted to deal with on a good night of sex. Swallowing, he rolled over onto his stomach then squirmed to the edge of the bed.

Reaching his hand over the bed, he tossed the filled condom into their little trash bin while making a mental note to go back and take it out. Grabbing at the back of wipes, he turned back to his husband who was laying out on his back. Wild black locks spread over the pillow in a chaotic mess. Curls clinging onto flushed, sweat cheeks as the rest of it remained in that rats nest it had been all morning. Plucking a few wipes from the back, he shuffled over to his husband with a cracking hum leaving the black-haired man.

Carefully, he used the first wipe to clean off his stomach to which he flipped over to the clean side before tossing it in the small trash. Using that second wipe to scrub at his husband's stomach until he saw weak forming suds over the weakly quivering area. After cleaning off his piercings, he tossed the wipe away in the trash with a shaking sigh when he turned back to Shouta. Found hands reaching out towards him with fingers curling weakly. Sluggishly. He happily let himself be pulled close to his husband.

Humming hoarsely when Shouta curled into him with his head ducking down. A weak, cracking hum left the black-haired man as he tucked his head up beneath his chin. He curled his arms around his husband to tug him close, close, close with an arm curling over his own stomach. Holding onto him tightly when he felt lips pressing softly to his throat. A flurry of soft pecks he giddily gave to the messy black locks that brushed his face. Tickling him as he slid his hands up and down his husband's clammy back.

Nuzzling his face into the wild black locks, there was a wriggle before Shouta curled into him. Cuddling into him actively as pants made a humid pocket against his throat yet full lips continued pressing soft kisses. Along his throat then up beneath his jaw where those full lips and nose nuzzled up against it. He tightened his arms around his husband as he curled against him with legs drawing up slightly. Interlocking with his husband's as he kissed at the top of his husband's head earning himself another cracked hum.

Soft. Husky. It had him shivering when Shouta's arm tightened over his stomach with his thumb moving in weak circles against his waist. Hot. Warm. He was absolutely breathless. Dizzy with that rush as he let his head roll briefly to the window where the sun bounced off of the snow. Blinding. Letting his gaze flick to the alarm clock, he squinted to catch the glowing numbers. Nine-forty eight. One more hour. All he needed was more hour in bed with his panting husband. One hour to linger in their after bliss.

The euphoria surrounding an orgasm. He tightened his arms around him as he buried his face into those wild, chaotic black locks with squirm from his husband. Clutching him tightly to his chest as he slid his hands lazily up and down his back. Just one more hour. It's all he needed. And judging by the way that arm tightened around his stomach? He knew it wouldn't make one bit of difference. Two minutes or two hours, who truly cared? He'd lounge in bed all day long with this man. Love him for countless hours.

If that's what they both wanted then he had not a problem with it. But inevitably he knew that the world would be pulling them out of bed to shower and dress with the dictation for them to step back into that role as parents. But until then, he only needed one more moment with his husband. Kissing at the wild black locks gently, he squeezed his panting husband to his chest with that rush of affction. Adoration when lips peppered over his throat. Under his jaw. "I lo-love you, baby!"

"Lo-Love you too, Zashi!"