"Hey, is it cool if Midoriya and Todoroki were to stay over the night with Denki?"

"Absolutely-!"

"Not."

Hizashi turned towards his husband when the black-haired man's foot swung out to hit his thigh. Dark eyes narrowing at him with a purse to his lips when he moved instinctively to swat at his husband's thigh with the spatula had a yelp flying out of the man. That hand darted out to catch the spatula, which he happily swatted at it again, earning himself a hissing curse. Toes jammed into his thigh in another sharp kick when he turned back to the indigo-haired teen. "What time are you wanting them over?"

"After dinner. I didn't think it'd be smart to have so many people at the table or to cook that much, so it gives'em all the chance to eat before since they'll have breakfast with us." Hitoshi then shrugged when he felt another nudge of toes against his thigh, to which he swatted at his husband with the spatula lightly. The indigo-haired teen then squinted at them. "And please, for the love of God, can you not be you for the night? I don't need Midoriya or Todoroki to see all the PDA."

"I don't think it counts at PDA when we're—I'm going to rip that fucking thing out of your hand, Zashi, if you hit me with it again!" He tore his gaze from their son to the black-haired man in response to his hissed words when he swatted at his husband's reaching hands. Cracking it down on his knuckles, his husband hissed before kicking out again. Shouta then looked over his shoulder to the kitchen doorway. "I'd rather not have every student in my class know where I live, Hitoshi."

Raising his brows at his husband, he jerked the spatula out of his husband's reach when his eyes narrowed on him again. Glaring. "Is it really everyone in your class if it's only been the same three consistent people coming over? I think you just want to hide me away in a closet because you don't want anyone to know you're married! I think you want to hide me and our marriage away, like it's a dirty secret! I think it's nice having Toshi bring his friends over! Not everyone is a recluse like you, baby."

"Better to be reclusive than to have every Tom, Dick, and Harry walking into our house!" His husband then jerked forward, grabbing at the spatula, then yanking at it. "I can hardly deal with them on a day-to-day basis, and now they're entering my home, where I continue to be responsible for them! Not to mention one out of the three being a loud mouth like you, All Might's protégé, and Endeavor's son! Excuse me if I'm not hopping for joy!"

Yanking at the spatula merely had Shouta pull back in response, causing him to shuffle forward. The brush of his feet rang loudly over the chilled floor when Shouta's feet pressed against his thighs when the black-haired man pulled upwards at the spatula, causing his arm to stretch up. Trying to yank it from his grasp. "You should be! Your own protégé, our son, is bringing friends over! Something we never thought would happen with his personality! He's a good kid with good friends, so be happy, you grumpy little troll!"

"Oh, I'm a troll now? What the fuck does that make you, huh? A fairy?"

"You bet your ass I would be! One of us has to be the pretty, ethereal one when the other looks like a rabid bridge troll!"

"You know, it's phrases like that that get you divorced at age thirty-one, Hizashi Yamada! I could pack my shit, take the cats, and the kids if I wanted!"

"Now you're just talking bullshit, baby! Are you that upset that I called you a troll? Or is it because you're a gloomy Gus?"

"I'm a fucking what? What does that even mean, Zashi?"

"Well, how about you explain what "Every Tom, Dick, and Harry" means? What kinda thirty-one year old says that, Shouta? How about I call you a nervous Nellie, huh? A silly Sally? A doubting Thomas?"

Black lashes fluttered in a fast blink when his husband leaned back against the cabinet with a light rattle to it. There was a pull on the spatula again, and he yanked back towards him in response as he caught the white glow as the blood receded from his husband's knuckles. Much like his own when Shouta scoffed. "Yeah, no, you have one more thing to call me that makes no damn sense and should never come out of a thirty-one year-old man's mouth before I leave you! Go ahead, say something else! I dare you."

He dragged his teeth over his smiling bottom lip when he heard a shuffle followed by a huffing sigh from behind him. Yet that playful sparkle in his husband's eyes had his gaze locked onto the black-haired man, who yanked sharply at the spatula. He tightened his grip, then yanked back, earning himself a snicker from his husband. Smirking widely at his snickering husband, he gave another sharp pull as he leaned forward, prompting his feet to dig into his thighs. Keeping him at a distance. "You, my love, are an absolute fucking-"

"See, this is what I'm talking about! You're weird, gay Dad flirting! I don't want you doing this when the three of them come over! It's bad enough you do it when Denki is around!" Blinking, he looked over his shoulder when the pull on the spatula paused when he looked over at the indigo-haired teenager who threw his arms out. There was a light trace of pink on his cheeks as his gaze darted away. "It's gross how down bad you both are, and I shouldn't have to subject myself or anyone I bring over to this."

"Aww, are you telling me you don't want your friends to see a healthy and loving relationship, Toshi?" A snort left his husband when the spatula was ripped from his grip, which Shouta then swatted at his shoulder, tearing a yelp from him. Snatching it back from his husband, he clicked his tongue at the grinning man when he turned to the stove. Lifting the sandwich up slightly to check the underside, he flipped it before turning his attention to Hitoshi again. "But fine, we'll tone it down, so you're not embarrassed."

Oh, it was wicked the sparkle in his husband's gaze when that blush smothered itself over their son's face. A backwards rock on his heels had Hitoshi stepping backwards instinctively with his head ducking down. Angling his reddening face down in a move he'd seen Shouta do one too many times when the man was worked up. A breath was taken to no doubt be used as a defense when his husband cut it off. "If it's really so embarrassing for you, Toshi, I do suggest hanging out at the dorms if it's easier on you and them."

"Whatever makes you most comfortable! But just know I will take what I can get from your emotionally constipated father while at home, so PDA is just the norm, you know? We won't go out of our way, however, to make you uncomfortable or embarrassed." Turning to his husband, he beamed at the grinning when the indigo-haired teen let out a wheezing huff of a breath. "I'm sure we'll be having this conversation with Eri when she's his age, won't we?"

"Probably. Knowing her, she'll be just as much of a social butterfly as yourself, meaning many comings and goings of her own friends." The black-haired man then shifted in his spot, his gaze flicking over his shoulder towards the doorway once more. "Let me know what you're feeling for dinner and snacks for the night. Either he or I can run out and get them for you, so just give us a heads up in the next three hours or so."

"'kay."

Hitoshi wavered after mumbling the word before spinning on his feet when Eri called out for him from the top of the stairs. Rushing away in a flurry of thudding footsteps down the hallway and up the stairs. He hummed softly when he felt a caress to his thigh from his husband's foot when he pressed gently down on the sandwich in the pan. Looking at the black-haired man, he let his smile widen. "You've been so annoying this week, you know that?"

"And you've been insufferably obnoxious. It works out perfectly, doesn't it?" That same sparkle shimmered in his husband's gaze when he looked down to check the underside of the sandwich. There was another light rattle as his husband leaned back against the cabinet once more with that foot caressing the side of his thigh. Up and down, up and down, up and down. "Been a quiet week, hasn't it? March flew by faster than anything. We'll be spring cleaning before we know it."

"I've already got plans to make it easier! But hey, could I possibly talk to you about something?" A lazy hum left the black-haired man as that foot continued its up-and-down caress on his thigh. Dragging, then bunching the fabric up as it slid up to his waist, sent a shiver down his back when he looked at the sandwich before scooping it up and placing it onto the plate. Taking a breath, he then lifted his head to stare at his husband. "What do you think of marking?"

Black brows raised at him when Shouta's foot paused against his waist when fingers drummed along the edge of the counter. Silence. He reached out to scoop, then placed Shouta's second sandwich onto the pan with a hiss as the buttered bread touched the pan. Then his husband dropped his foot away from his waist, prompting him to look up again. "I think you need to be clearer on what you want from it. To be more specific than merely asking my opinion on it."

It wasn't a flat refusal like he'd truly thought he'd get from his husband, but he knew there were limits to everything. Leaving marks on easily visible areas, aka his throat and jawline, was a no-go for them. It would be setting his husband up for that brutal teasing from his students. From Nemuri. Clearing his throat, he shifted his waist from foot to foot. "What I want is to leave hickey's on my husband once in a while! So, I got to thinking, and I know you like lipstick marks, yeah? I thought of giving the best of both worlds!"

"And what would that imply? The best of both worlds would give us what?" Humming quietly, he slid his spatula beneath the sandwich before flipping it, where the top hissed once it was facing down. He then felt his hair being tugged gently, prompting him to look over to his husband, who was holding onto it. Curling it idly around his fingers, dark eyes flicked restlessly over him with lips parting. Moving silently for a moment when his eyes darted away from him.

Spots of color popped up on Shouta's cheeks when he twisted to angle himself halfway between the stove and his husband. Admiring the delicate pink that seemed to be smothering itself over the black-haired man's cheeks faster than he could speak. Faster than he could blink. It was absolutely lovely. Cute. "The fact that I can put as many hickeys as I want over your pretty skin? Leave lipstick marks behind? To have you clawing at me until you break the skin? I think that's fucking hot, baby."

Oh, there was a spark to that gaze when his husband's eye flicked back to him. The interest in it had him biting at his inner cheek to keep from babbling when he turned to instead flip that new sandwich quickly with a hiss when there was another gentle tug on his hair. "Hot, huh? You think everything we do is hot so far, Zashi. Are you just a horny bastard, or do you really think it'll be hot to do it? Does it really get you so hot and bothered at the thought of leaving a few hickeys on me tonight?"

"More than anything." A shudder rolled over his husband when his hair was yanked sharply, forcing him to shuffle towards his husband as he reached out with his left hand. Sliding over his husband's thigh, he squeezed at him when the muscles jumped beneath his palm. He felt his husband squirming in his place on the counter as he leaned forward from the cabinets. "I want to cover you in hickeys. In lipstick. I want to fucking ruin you tonight, Shouta, and I want you to claw up my back and shoulders while I do it."

A sharp breath left his husband when his lips pinched together and dark eyes darted away from him once again. It was fascinating watching that blush deepen. Melting into that soft red that had his husband shifting when he squeezed at his thigh again with his thumb moving to rub circles into him. He let his gaze flick down to the fingers curling his hair around them again and again. He was flipping it restlessly when he let his gaze flick up in time to meet Shouta's. "Then leave as many marks on me as you can tonight."

"Oh, I will! I promise."

"Mmmm."

Fingers tightened in his hair as he let out the quiet hum. The rustle of the comforter beneath them was deafening as he moved his lips against Shouta's. A sigh fanning over his cheek. Reveling in the plush press of those full lips against his as they melted to shape and curve with his. Nails scratched gently at his scalp, sending a wave of tingles down his back as his thighs pressed against his waist. Squeezing at him as he slid his hand along his husband's thigh in an easy caress. Curving from his knee to the top of his thigh.

It had his husband's arms tightening around his shoulders. Holding him close. Down tightly against the black-haired man, much to his delight. The whisper of their moving lips was broken up by that light smacking as he let out a sigh of his own. God, he could live these nights on end and never tire of them. Not for a single moment. The warmth rolling off of his husband had him happy to twist closer to him. To feel the subtle squirms and fidgets beneath him as fingers tightened on the locks they held.

Pulling at his scalp, to which he shuddered as he let out another low, lazy hum at his husband when a breath rushed over his cheek. How long had it been since he'd had the time to do this? Since both of them had the time for this? This week had thrown one thing after another at them. One task to be addressed once the current had finished, which merely continued onwards like it. Completing one thing only to fly from point A to point B as fast as they could to address another problem. Another task that needed solving.

Another fight that had to be broken up between none other than Midoriya and Bakugo. It had been a hard week for the both of them. With brief glances of one another walking past classroom doorways. In and out of bathrooms, with not more than a glance being the most interaction they'd get before lunch. Their nightly call had been put off both Monday and Tuesday night due to the list of tasks laid on their laps. Ever growing. Never-ending. Hours spent grading, tweaking lesson plans, and making adjustments.

Fussing with the line of their courses for the final semester before summer break once again. Trying to work overtime before their spring vacation crept up on them. March twenty-fifth creeping closer, closer, closer, causing a restlessness in their students. Assignments being groaned, hemmed, and hawed over by said students. That urgent need to get their grades squared away for the sake of having a few days of peace together. It was a frantic energy that invaded their work week leaving them flying down halls.

Causing their usual interactions to become momentary. Fleeting. Those ever growing tasks kept them busy from Monday to Wednesday night. Reducing their nightly calls to brief text conversations that were drawn out in their responses. It had left him guilty to wake up that Thursday morning with a few texts waiting for him from Shouta. How frantic he'd been to get ready that morning to rush out of the house as fast as he could after dropping their daughter off. He'd nearly forgotten his usual sunglasses in the car.

His laptop bag. All in favor of rushing across the slick parking lot with the weak plumes of silver breaths in the chilly March air. Throwing his arms around the black-haired man who had been gruff in his reassurances that he'd done nothing wrong. It didn't banish the guilt one bit when he'd been walked back to the car to get his stuff while Shouta tossed his duffel bag into the car. It had been a guilt he'd seen reflected in his husband's gaze before it flicked away. It had merely reinforced that need to get their work out of the way.

To get it done as soon as they could within reason. To get their papers squared away to hand back to their classes at the least. They wrapped up their loose ends in a frantic daze that left them apart for a week. Trying to pull an all-nighter that Thursday night, he'd inevitably dragged himself to bed only to wake in the morning with Shouta pressed up against his back. Knees drawn up. Yesterday had been much the same with both breezing past in the hallway. Glances being taken, and quiet pecks given in the bathroom.

Hands reaching out towards him with fingers interlocking with his. Small moments were stolen before rushing off when one or the other was called for. Days to wrap up their grading and planning. It was tiring but God knows it would be worth it. It was perhaps a good thing that it placed that distance between them for quite a bit. A week wasn't very long, but it was nice to come together to satisfy that quiet desire for physical affection from one another. It had been easier when they'd been keeping that distance.

Spending a week of being so close to one another yet being unable to touch one another. After all, it was easier to ignore those quieter desires that way. It was easy not to pay attention to them until they were undeniable as they boiled over with that insistence of being appeased. When they were staring blatantly for them both to work through together. For that small bit of acknowledgement that always had it bursting to life. It was always electrifying when they gave in to their quieter, more simple desires.

Shouta was placing those pecking kisses over his nose and cheeks until his face was warm. Giggles bouncing off the bathroom walls before his husband was rushing off. The brief hand holds when they were passing by one another with fingers clinging onto his with a squeeze. Fast touches that were far too fleeting. When he got the chance to corner Shouta in his classroom at the end of the day for a few kisses. To simply have the feel of Shouta's dry, rough hands in his. The warmth of his blush on his palms.

When he'd coax his husband away from lunch under the pretense of needing him to look over something. To yank him into an empty room for a few of those more passionate kisses that had his husband clutching at him. Holding him close, close, close as he was pinned to the closest wall. The closest door or heaving Shouta up onto the closest desk that he could find. For nothing had mattered but having a moment with those full lips on his. Stolen moments he lived for that week only to reach the weekend.

A goal he hadn't known he had been holding his breath and hope for. That he'd get the affection he'd been longing for from his husband all week long. If anything, however, those quick and quiet moments were made all the more thrilling. To sneak away from the public eye for a moment alone with his husband? Oh, it felt scandalous. Absolutely exciting. And while he hated the hours they spent away from one another? Well, he had to admit it was productive. Amazingly so for the both of them to get a head start.

He knew they were more than set to spend quite a few days relaxing. A moment to breathe before jumping on spring cleaning as his husband had jokingly put it. He had also found, however, that there was an awe in watching his husband from a distance. To remain so close yet unable to touch. Admiring the smaller actions he'd seen a thousand times over the years. He fidgets from foot to foot when his husband was impatient. The rather brisk walking pace of his despite the awful posture, he kept going all day long.

Even the way those dark eyes narrowed with that irritation. Resulting in the flicker of that bright, illuminous color of his husband's quirk in a result to his irritation and anger. A bolt of color that always robbed him of breath when it was aimed his way. It was something that he knew Shouta didn't know when happened. Didn't pay attention too when he was told about it. But God if he didn't fucking love the sight of that glowing color. The curl on those full lips when that anger was ripped to the surface. It was beautiful.

Terrifying to the ones under such an expression but it was absolutely thrilling to him. He had his blood pumping when he saw that expression. Left him flushed when he'd caught a glimpse of that expression quite a few times that week. Always when his husband's patience waned. God, nothing left him more flushed than to see that expression on his husband or the step further it took when it went unheeded. However, he delighted just as much in calming the black-haired man in his dorm room later that afternoon.

To take moments at the car to relax him to the best of his abilities as their off-kilter texting back and forth took place between them again. A chance to get a flowing conversation while they were wrapped up in their grading was nonexistent most of those nights. Especially with scheduling, tasks, and children eating up their time. Him with Eri and Shouta with his class of students. His "danger magnets," as the black-haired man often called them. However, all of it was worth it because they had a rather easy weekend.

Coming home early after his work at the station, he had been more than delighted to crawl into bed. To wake later on with his husband's arms thrown around him. Clutching onto him as if he'd disappear. It was such an easy day that led to this. Another hum left himself as he slid his lips against those plush full ones with that quiet whispering filling the silence. The quiet sound of nails scratching at his scalp sent shivers down his back as he leaned onto his left hand. Sliding his right along Shouta's thigh.

The fabric of his pants rolling and bunching beneath it. There was a fidget from his husband, followed by a squeeze of those thighs against his waist once more. Pausing in his caress, he squeezed at his husband when the muscles tensed briefly. Kneading at him before resuming that caress as those lips melted and slid with that fitted curve. God, did he love kissing this man. Always had. The plump fullness of those lips, dry and chapped or soft and smooth kept him coming back for more. For another kiss.

Another touch of them to his own. Letting out a sigh, he pressed his lips firmer to those slow moving ones. Lazy. It was a kiss that made him so warm, warm, warm. Easy. It had him melting against his husband who held onto him with hands tightening in his hair. An approving hum leaving his husband when that firm press was returned to him. There was a fidget beneath him before he felt the distinctive but light push on the back of his head. Hair rustled over the pillow when he felt the bed shift lightly as a foot raised up.

Brushing over his thigh, it curved up to wrap his leg around his waist with that heel digging lightly into his lower back. Pressing their hips together tightly to which he happily used that strength to keep his husband's lower half pinned down tightly to the bed. Leaving no chance of an arch. Of a give. It had the black-haired man groaning lowly beneath him when said hips wiggled beneath him. As if he were testing the pinned position to find a give. It had the leg tightening around his waist as a low groan left him at the sharp yank.

Pain burst of his scalp only to send sparks down his back as he arched down against Shouta. Squirming. Twisting with another spark of heat racing down his back when Shouta yanked at his hair again. Wrapping locks to give that consistent pull on his scalp that had him groaning. His heart skipping right up to his throat as he kneaded at his husband's thigh. God, he was excited to leave those marks on his husband. It was all he could truly think about when he had a moment alone. A moment to think about it.

There was always a heat to the sight of those soft blue markings left behind on Shouta's skin. Glowing against the paler color of it during the winter months. Unmistakable when eyes were drawn to the dusting of soft bruises along his throat. The darker ones he'd leave down by his collar bone. Along the edge of his jaw or beneath it. It was always a point of excitement to leave hickey's over his husband's throat in thier youth. Something that Shouta had never cared about as they always faded rather quickly in a few days.

Something that he liked to leave on the black-haired man whenever he could. Something he knew that Shouta loved to have just as much. However, once they'd begun their reaching careers it had been an absolute rejection. A no man's land to leave hickey's along his husband's throat the way he had in the past given they were around impressionable teenagers. It was inappropriate for him to show up to work with hickey's. And he could agree with that. It was perhaps what made the thought of marking so much more exciting.

While he couldn't leave any hickey's along his husband's throat, it was absolutely thrilling to think of leaving them all of his thighs. His hips and stomach. Along his chest. His back. Oh, it had him shivering as he moved his lips against those full ones. Hickey's, lipstick marks, and teeth indents. Claw marks that Shouta always left over his upper back and shoulder blades when he was lost in his own head. The marks he left when he was in the throws of his own arousal as nails raked over his shoulders fiercely.

Even his lower back, hips, and ass had been targeted in the past. It was a two way street he offered to his husband when they had discussed it further while doing the laundry in their bedroom. Below the throat, out of easy view of others, was his playground. His open area to target with teeth, lips, and hands all he wanted. Vice versa. Shouta could leave whatever marks he so desired on him in response. Everywhere was fair game given his directional speaker would be covering his throat if he wanted.

Or it could be above it with his jaw being open area for his husband to attack tonight. After all, he could just cover it up with his foundation and concealer. That leg around his waist tightened around him with nails dragging over his scalp again. Yanking him out of his thoughts once more. Forcing him to focus on the here and now. The moment at hand rather than the conversations of their afternoon. The events of their work week. A reminder he was more than eager to reply too as he threw himself into the kiss.

Moving his lips against those full ones, he felt that light press of hands against the back of his head. Fingers tugging idly at his hair to reaffirm that tight pull on them which only served to send sparks of heat down his back. Shivering as he felt hips wiggling beneath his again as they tried to arch up in a press against his own. He merely reinforced that press of his hips down against those wiggling ones earning himself another low groan from his husband. Trying to stay quiet, quiet, quiet for the sake of comfort.

There had never been a need for that silence together after they had gotten their bedroom professionally soundproofed. It had been sometime after they had gotten custody of both Hitoshi and Eri. While they hadn't been caught or anything of the sort, the black-haired man had been uncomfortable. Shouta had been deeply uncomfortable at the thought of it happening which led to many a silent night. Many nights where nothing happened until they were certain they were alone or Eri was out cold before humoring it.

It was this reasoning that they happily poured their savings into getting the room professionally soundproofed. Not a thing could be heard through the walls. The floor or ceiling. However, the doors were another matter they had agreed to address lately. But with Hitoshi having his "sleepover" as Eri called it? Well, the black-haired man had come to him with the insistence on silence. Refusing to be louder than the bare minimum and he didn't blame him at all. It was a rational deal breaker to agree too after all.

For all his exhibitionistic tendencies, it was one thing to get off on the thought of a passing neighbor hearing them. In doing playing with the idea of doing it in another semi-public area where anyone could find them. But there were lines when it came to their son not only being home but having other members of his class over. Even if they weren't heard, it was a line neither refused to toe. To go an inch towards too. It was similar to nights when Eri and Hitoshi were both home. On nights just like these ones.

Shouta refused to be recklessly loud in that period when Eri would often come down knocking on their doors at night. Both set on edge for it was never known what, when, or if their daughter would come knocking on the door. However, tonight the insistence was made for them to be quieter tonight to lower any chance of being heard. A rational request given that the kitchen was the room over from them. A mere short hallway being the only gap between it and their room meaning anyone could hear if they strained.

If they came close enough. It was an insistence he agreed upon that had him squirming. Twisting down against his husband as he listened to the rustling of the comforter mixing in with the light smack of their moving lips. The trembling breaths fanning over flushed cheeks as his heart sprinted quickly against his chest. There was a thrill tonight to think he could get away with leaving those marks on his husband. An additional excitement at the mere possibility that if he didn't keep himself quiet enough?

Didn't keep it low enough to satisfy his husband that he'd have that glowing gaze on him? That he could possibly have the pleasure of watching the black locks slithering up as his husband forced him to be quiet with the help of that quirk? God, it had his breath hitching on an inhale when he felt that leg squeeze around him. A reaffirming of the insistent press of Shouta's heel to his lower back. The arms around his shoulders squeezed around him with a trembling breath rushing out of his husband fanning over his cheek.

Hitching when he squeezed at his thigh. Kneading at him before sliding his hand up towards his waist when he felt another squirm of hips beneath him. Humming softly at his husband, he kept that tight press when he slid his hand up to his husband's waist. Grazing his nails over it lightly, he rocked his hips down against the black-haired man earning himself a quiet whimper. Strangled. Shouta then squirmed beneath him with hips wriggling up. Trying to follow along with his idle rocking much to his delight.

Pressing his lips firmly to his husband's, he couldn't help but wonder what his lips would look like when they pulled away. Would they be swollen from the kisses traded? Smudged with the lipstick his husband had requested he put on for tonight? It had shivers racing down his back that fed into that vicious fluttering of excitement. Had his stomach dropping sickeningly as he rocked his hips down against his husband with that spark of eagerness. Moving his lips against Shouta's, there was another press against the back of his head.

Coaxing him to press his lips down firmer. Harder. It had his cheeks burning with that uncomfortable heat but God, he loves it. When his husband had no reservations about hiding those smaller wants of his. The desires he could show rather than say. It had him happily complying as he pressed his lips harder to those full ones with an increase of speed. Slowly inching their way up to a decent pace that had that smack become a consistent sound in the quiet. Deafening. It was an easily identifiable noise on its own.

It fed into a spark of heat that had his dick twitching curiously when he felt Shouta moving his hips beneath him in that pinned position. Rocking against him the best they could as he squeezed at his waist before lifting his hips up slightly allowing Shouta's to shoot up. Pressing tightly to his as they moved more effortlessly than they had seconds ago. Freely. It had that smoldering heat twisting along his bones to grip at him fiercely. Strangling him with the twisting desire making itself all too abundantly clear.

Warm. Hot. A quiet whine left himself when Shouta's hands yanked at his hair before he felt the right working itself out. Tugging gently at the locks before it dropped out of his hair. Sliding down his upper back instead to pluck idly at his tank top with fingertips twisting into the fabric as his breaths hitched in sharply. Shortening. Racing. Identical to the breaths fanning over his cheek as he grazed his nails over his husband's waist again before sliding his hand up his side. Fanning his fingers against the warmth of his skin.

He swept his hand up his side beneath his tank top then back down to his waist. Moving it back up, he curved his hand ever so slightly towards his husband's back to caress what he could of it. The fabric of his tank bunched annoyingly against his elbow, but he happily ignored it. Refused to let a mundane thing such as that bother him. Especially when the black-haired man arched his back up in response to his caress. A sharp huff of a breath fanning over his cheek when he slid his hand towards his back.

Creating an easy up and down circuit of what he could reach before kneading at the trembling muscles. Sliding it back down to his lower back, he caught another of those low groans leaving his husband. Hips continuing their upwards press as they moved in that idle rocking against him. The heel of his foot keeping them pressed tightly together with the intention of leaving not a single gap. To remain tightly pressed together from chest to hip. God, he loves it. Loves Shouta. It had him absolutely giddy.

The feel of his husband pressed tightly against him would never fail to hold that spark. That arousal. Shouta had always been slender in their youth but fuck if he didn't love the way he had bulked up and gained those muscles with his training regimen. His meticulous exercise routines. How he had filled out so beautifully it still left him in awe to hold the black-haired man in his arms. To have him pressed so tightly beneath him with arms and a leg wrapped around him? Hands yanking at his hair and pulling at his tank top?

God, it had him burning. Hot. It would never fail to leave him awed at the simplistic pleasure of how Shouta felt so good against him in moments like this. Fitting against him effortlessly. He felt fingers tugging at his tank top again before actively pulling at it. Easing it up, up, up allowing the cool air to attack his skin as he shivered at the light brush of fingertips once that the fabric was out of the way. There was a light drift of those fingertips over his skin before Shouta rested his hand on his upper back.

Fanning his fingers over him, it had tingles racing down to pool into his stomach as he rocked his hips down against his husband who seemed all too delighted in arching his hips up. Keeping that tight press against him when there was a squeeze of that leg around his waist before it was moving. Dropping down to the bed once more, he felt an insistent pull on his shirt prompting him to pull back. The kiss breaking with a sharp smack as Shouta carefully eased his hand from his hair. Taking care not to pull harshly.

Allowing him to push himself up as he leaned back on his heels. Grabbing at the hem of his tank top as it fluttered down, he instead pulled it back up over his head with hands brushing along his waist. A caress that had goosebumps breaking out over his skin at the rough feel of his palms. Dry. Tugging the tank top up, his hair slithered down in thick locks before he pulled it up then off to the side. Twitching at the tickle of his swaying hair when hands squeezed at him. Fuck him, he loved having Shouta's hands on him.

Sliding along his waist once more in a sweeping caress that had his breath hitching when they pulled away. Fuck, Shouta looked absolutely beautiful. The faint red having rubbed off onto his lips was startling against his skin. Smudged around his lips. The blush smothering itself over his cheeks paired with black brows twitching from their tight squeeze together. The wild black locks spread over the pillow case in chaotic curls and waves. The blazing heat he saw in that gaze with a desire to leave him breathless under it.

A desire he could feel twisting under his own skin restlessly. Hand-in-hand with that lust simmering along his bones just waiting for that chance. That moment to rip up and eat him alive. His sprinting heart had no problems jumping right up to his throat at the twitch of those full lips. Stained red with a faint swell to them, it had him eager to leave more. To attack that skin to leave red smudges behind over the pale hue of his skin. Soon, soon, soon. If anything, he'd love nothing more than to move down.

To bury himself between the thighs squeezing against his waist. To leave the patchwork of marks he wanted to put there. Had gone over again and again all afternoon long in those moments he got alone. Trying to think of the best places to put them. Where he wanted them. Shouta shifted upwards then into a half leaning position to work his own shirt upwards. Letting his gaze flick over his husband at the shift and flex of his muscles beneath his pale skin. It was absolutely breathtaking to be reminded of that strength.

Revealing his stomach inch by inch up to his chest then up, up, over his head where black locks slithered through the hole of his shirt. Dangling over his shoulders when the fabric was pulled off then thrown over the edge of the bed. Landing on the floor with a quiet sound, he happily ignored it. Instead, taking in the familiar sight of his husband's chest with the wiry black curls covering it. The sight of his nipples perking up from that excitement alone already. Down, down, down to his stomach where he let his gaze drop.

Following the dusting of dark hair below his navel that disappeared at the waistband of his pants. Hinting at the sharp angle of his hips with the flick of his tattoo peeking over the waistband at him. A deep black that his eyes were riveted too each time his husband was changing. When they were in the shower. It was hot seeing his name etched onto his husband's hip so elegantly. A reaction that he knew was shared when he had come home with his own tattoo. The very afternoon he'd shown it off to his wide-eyed husband.

Oh, he could still remember beautifully vividly how those dark eyes had locked onto his collar bone. The heat that had flared in them when fingers had lightly traced over the letters beneath the plastic wrap. How they were magnetized now to them as often as his own flicked down to the tattoo gracing his husband's hip. It was far more arousing than he'd ever thought to have his husband's name tattooed onto himself. To have his name tattooed on Shouta. It was the one thing they both agreed was cliché but now?

Now he fucking loves it. Finds it absolutely, without a doubt, to be damn hot. Meaningful. Sweet. Hands slid along his waist then snapping him out of what he knew to be a shameless gawk. Focusing his gaze again to find those dark eyes flicking over him with that blazing heat. Hungry. As if he were something his husband wanted to devour. It had his dick twitching at that sudden surge of excitement at that look. The heat that came with such a thought. He then moved his own hands up to drift over Shouta's stomach.

Using a featherlight touch over his skin. Causing the muscles to jump and quiver beneath his hands as he fanned them out over the warmth of his skin earning. A sharp inhale was taken when he kneaded gently at that softening stomach. Admiring the soft plushness forming when he fanned his fingers out with the muscles jumping in a vicious quiver. Then he swept his hands up towards his chest prompting it to heave on a shuddering breath. He knew he had more than enough lipstick on his lips to leave a few marks.

Something for the time being until he had to reach for that tube sitting on their bedside table with their other items for the night. Hips arched beneath him when the black-haired man settled back down on his back with hands sliding from his waist. The bed bounced lightly from the impact of his husband's weight as black locks fanned over the pillowcase once again. He then felt those hips rocking idly beneath him again as they arched up. A motion that he delightedly resumed without a second thought.

Leaning down, he pressed tightly against Shouta as he slid his hands along his husband's chest before moving them back down. Muscles jumped beneath them when he pressed his lips to the center of Shouta's chest. Shivering at the brilliant imprint of his lips left behind, the curls of hair tickled at his face when he moved over. A shudder ran over his husband when he felt a hand sliding into his hair with fingers tugging as locks were wrapped around them. A shrill whine left his husband as he pressed a kiss to his hardening nipple.

Leaving another red print of his lips behind. Crawling his way upwards towards his shoulder, he swore he could feel the lipstick smudging around his lips with each press to the pale skin. It had his heart jumping in its frantic sprints as Shouta pressed at the back of his head gently as his husband's chest arched upwards. It didn't matter if they were bold. Thick. Perfect. The red marks he left behind were all he wanted to be left along with the others. He rocked his hips against the black-haired man when a sharp yank to his hair was given.

It had sparks racing down his back. His breath hitching as he crawled up to press a kiss to his collar bone. Up, up, up towards his throat. It was exciting. Absolutely thrilling to press his lips to the edge of his husband's jaw then up to that stubble covered cheek. To see the red smudges from his lips left behind had his stomach flipping and dropping with a sickening intensity on him. Tingles raced under his skin when his husband's left hand pressed to his waist only to squeeze at him firmly with a cracking hum.

To feel the cold metal of his wedding band against his hot skin had his breath rushing out of him on a sharp exhale as that hand then swept up his side. Coaxing him to arch down towards the black-haired man as he moved over to cover those red stained lips. The sharp smack of thier moving lips was deafening once again. The brush of Shouta's dry palm with each caress given from his waist up along his side. A maddening circuit that had his stomach knotting as he felt that light press against the back of his head.

He crushed his lips to his husband's for that hard kiss he knew the black-haired man was looking for. Needing from him as he rocked his hips down against him with an increasing speed. A strength that had his husband groaning up at him with that unmistakable delight as hands clutched at him momentarily. Nails biting into his skin had him shuddering as his breath crested effortlessly into that shallow panting. Rasping through his nose as identical breaths fanned over his cheek as he felt his husband's hips shift.

Pressing up against him with that firm insistent. Tightly. Rocking back and forth, back and forth, back and forth in that tight side to side that had his toes curling. The mattress dipping as feet dug into it with the leverage his husband needed. It had his dick twitching excitedly when nails raked down his side after that palm had swept upwards. Groaning with a burst of volume down at his husband, he gave a buck down against him. Earning himself a low, throaty moan from the black-haired man beneath him.

A warning yank on his hair that merely sent sparks of heat down it to fan beneath his skin. Aiding in the ache twisting into his stomach with each wave of tingles that happily raced underneath his skin. The arousal twisting tightly in him with each twitch of his dick. A sharp, huffing breath flew out of him as he rocked his hips quickly in time with his husband's as he kept up that tight press. Shuddering when hands squeezed tightly at him with a moan strangling itself in Shouta's throat to a shiver worthy, low pitch.

Burning hot, hot, hot with each slide of those full lips crushing themselves against his. Melting as they shaped and slid against his with that comfortable fit. Molded to fill any gaps his own smaller, thinner lips didn't fill. It had him thrumming with that heat. That excitement. It had him dizzy from the heat of it as he broke away from the kiss when he felt hips thrusting up against him sending a tingle down his back. Groaning as he pressed his lips firmly over red cheeks only to relish the scratch of his stubble against his lips.

His own face. Smudges left behind were growing fainter over his husband's cheeks, his nose, his jaw and chin but he didn't care, care, care. All that mattered was they were there for now. A keening whimper left his husband when he thrusted his own hips back when he got an impatient jiggle that broke up that rocking. How long since Eri had gone to bed that they'd been at this? An hour? Two? It didn't matter on their Saturday nights, but it was always fascinating how time could slip away from them. Slip away from him.

Shallow pants rasped down his throat as he peppered kisses over his jaw and throat with the faint red smudges being left behind. Glowing weakly against his husband's skin as the hand sweeping along his waist moved. Curving backwards with a scratch of those nails over his skin had him breaking out in goosebumps. Shuddering as he twisted against the black-haired man as he peppered his lips along his throat with a whine. Squirming with a burst of excitement at the brush of fingertips above the waistband of his sweatpants.

His dick twitched excitedly at the knowledge of where that had was going to go. What Shouta was going to be grabbing at in mere seconds. It had him moaning out encouragingly as he bucked his hips against him in another thrust before grinding his hips down against him in those tight circles to get his husband moaning back. A strangled sound in the attempt to stay quieter than usual as hair rustled over the pillowcase when his head pressed into it. Squirming beneath him before hips thrusted up against him.

A sharp thrust that had sparks of heat racing up his back. Moaning lowly into his husband's throat when hips joined in that tight grinding. Twisting, squirming, fidgeting. Unable to keep still as he whined into his husband's throat again earning himself a tightening of fingers in his hair before it was pulled at. Pulling with a strength that had him whining again when he felt nails raking over his lower back before moving up. Rather than down, that hand continued upwards along the center of his back as he shuddered.

Fingertips brushing just below that spot between his shoulder blades. Tingles. It had him squirming against his husband only to press his face into his throat to cover his mouth. Muffling the moan that ripped out of him when nails raked down his back leaving behind burning lines. He arched down in a twist as his hips bucked in a frenzy of thrusts against the black-haired man. His dick gave a volley of twitches when Shouta writhed beneath him with a muffled whimper leaving him as hips jerked up against him.

Thrusts that nudged him lightly causing him to sway on his knees tearing another moan out of him at the pleasure of that all too familiar action. God, it had him ripping with that heat. Clawing beneath the surface of his skin viciously with the intent on razing him apart. Reducing him to a pile of ashes by the time they were done. It had him shuddered as he thrusted against his husband who tightened his grip on his hair once more with a sharp pull that had his rasping, shallow pants hitching on a stutter.

Thrusting down against him, his husband squirmed with a renewed arch to his hips when he nipped at his Adam's Apple sharply. A hissing breath broke up the shallow, racing pants being taken when he ground his hips down viciously against his husband. Firm, tight circles that had Shouta clawing at his lower back again sending sparks of heat racing to pool into his stomach. Twisting that desire through him. Sparking that lust eating him up in order to feed into that insatiable hunger gripping at his very bones.

Had him aching as his dick twitched when the tight circles were mimicked by his husband. It had him huffing in those shallow breaths in his place against his husband's throat. Burning up against him as the black-haired man clutched at him with keening, airy whines leaving the back of his throat. Each one sending a tingle down his back as he moved to plant his left hand to the bed. Lifting the right to trace the waistband of his husband's pants as he flicked playfully at it tearing a whimper from the man.

Tugging it away only to let it flip back into place against his skin was exciting. Boiling in his own skin with each jerk of his hips he got when he dipped his fingers down. Sliding them just below that waistband before flicking them up and out allowing it to snap back into place. Fingers then tightened on his hair then gave a sharp, fierce yank that had his head angling back. Gasping at the rush of blood surging downwards hand-in-hand with the sparks of heat racing down his back. It'd leave his head aching but he loves it.

The burst of pain over his scalp that had him crying out shrilly with a buck of his hips. A growl left his husband forcing him to pinch his lips together as he pressed them to that stubble covered jaw. Rolling his hips in tight circles against the black-haired man tore a moan out of him. Oh, the sound of that throaty sound leaving his husband had his hardening dick twitching again. Pushing himself up again to hover over Shouta, he found those black lashes fluttering as that burning gaze locked on him.

Fingers tightening in his hair when he shuddered at that burning lust. The hunger to his gaze once again as he swallowed before tracing his nails along the top of his pants waistband. It had nails biting into the burning lines on his lower back prompting them to throb. Raking up his back coaxing his back to arch down against the squirming man yet he held firm. Keeping himself up from dropping back down as his back arched under the burning paths of those nails digging into him. God, it was fucking good.

He yanked at the elastic waistband of his husband's pants earning himself a squirm as hips ground up against him. Hands yanking, clawing, to hold him closer. Wanting to be closer despite the physical impossibility. Pinned so tightly together there was no chance of being closer. Yet that silent desire never abated. Never satisfied. Close never being close enough. Yanking awkwardly at the waistband as his shallow, racing pants hitched when nails raked over his scalp to which he happily flew down to nip at his jaw.

Down at his collar bone fiercely earning himself a low moan as husband's chest arched up. The hand in his hair pinning him down as he bit sharply at that collar bone. Sucking fiercely had his husband squirming in restless twists beneath him. It had Shouta gasping in a breath as fingers curled into a fist against his back. Nails clawing at him with the movement had tingles racing under his skin ruthlessly causing him to squirm. Twisting against Shouta when he gave another yank at his pants while he sucked at that spot.

Biting down as hard as he dared, he swirled his tongue against the skin earning himself a whimper from the black-haired man. Suckling at the skin fervently, it sent a shiver down his back when his husband clawed at his scalp once again with that hard push on the back of his head. Pinning him in place against his skin as he dug his teeth in. He wanted to litter the pale skin was as many marks as he could. Lipstick, hickey's, claw marks and whatever else he could think of. To let Shouta bite, lap, suck and kiss at his skin.

To allow leave those burning lines over his skin from his restless clawing. There had never been anything hotter than the following morning when he'd find those red lines over his shoulders and back. Over his ass and waist. His thighs if they were in a position for Shouta to reach. There was never anything hotter than seeing them glow against his skin. The hickeys and bite marks his husband would leave behind on him. It was a sentiment he knew was shared for he knew Shouta loved those physical reminders just as much.

Knew it from that foggy, delighted expression in his gaze when he was gently cleaning the welts left behind after using the cane. When he was rubbing the Vitamin E lotion into them. The glances, touches, and gawking his husband did when he saw them. Marks were damn good during and after sex. Something he loved leaving behind. Sucking at the skin in hard, fierce pulls as he bit down ruthlessly had his husband whimpering quietly above him with lips pinched together no doubt. Teeth digging into that full bottom lip of his.

Oh, it had him giddily throwing himself into working a hickey into the spot. Pulling back, he lapped his tongue over the indentations of his teeth when he flexed his fingers out to curl and grab at his boxers with his pants. Breathless. "Le-Let's get you ready, yeah? Take'em off, baby."

A shudder ran over his husband when a whine broke out of him when he shifted up. Crawling backwards giving his husband the space to sit up. He crawled over towards his side of the bed when he heard a rustle of the comforter. For clothing being yanked at with an impatient grunt. It had his heart jumping to his throat as he reached out towards the table to grab at his lipstick, the lube, and condom. There was a quiet grunt followed by a flap of clothing that had him shifting to sit back on his heels.

Watching as pants and boxers were kicked at before being flicked off with a kick of his husband's right foot. Sailing over the bottom of the bed to the floor. Out of sight. His heart jumped to his throat when dark eyes flickered over to him as that Adam's Apple bobbed in a swallow. Knees bent upwards with feet pressing to the bed only to slide over the blanket. It had his face burning with a fresh wave of heat to watch thighs twitching uncertainty. Hesitant before falling open as his husband leaned back onto his hands.

And God, if it wasn't a silent invitation for him to look. Gawk. Ogle. He was more than fucking happy to give his husband exactly what he wanted from him. If Shouta wanted him to look then he would look. He would admire the dip to his hips and the curve of his waist. The curl of his toes as his feet pressed into the bed or the subtle arch to his chest. The wild black curls covering his chest colored with a light smudge of red from his kisses. Red marks ranging from thick to faint smudges glowed over his husband's skin.

Stained those full lips a light red with smudges along the edges of them. Over his stubble covered cheeks, jaw, and throat in smears that glowed at him as they called for attention. Unmistakable. Unmissable. The bed dipped as hands dug into the mattress with fingers gripping at the blanket as hips shifted. Angling up to which he let his gaze flick down to that softening stomach. Following that dusting of dark hair down, down, down until it began to thicken. Paving way to the thick wild, chaotic black curls he absolutely adored.

Down to his hardening erection only to shudder at the sight of it twitching when hips arched up. Thighs spread themselves further as knees fell apart to give a wider view. Inviting him to look. Not a drop of that embarrassment to spreading himself open so widely. Not a drop of shame, mortification or self-consciousness as there would have been long before they started their first challenge. There was instead a boldness to his husband now. A confidence that had his skin ripping with heat at the sight of such a shameless display.

One that had his heart pounding in a sickening one-two hit against his chest. Leaving him nauseous from the intensity of those hits pairing with his dropping stomach. The rush of arousal clawing beneath the surface of his skin when he twisted on his knees to move. Crawling across the blanket with that desire twisting lowly into him with a grip that had his breath wheezing out of him. It was a display, a sight that he'd never get tired of seeing. He would never find the display to be boring. To repetitive.

Crawling forward between those spread legs, he held the condom out to his husband between pinched fingers. A silent offering that was taken from him quickly then held to a palm. He hummed as he lifted the lube up to crack the cap over before palming it as he then unscrewed the cap to his lipstick. The red was a startling shade yet it was the one his husband had requested specifically. Insisted he wanted. Begged for. He was more than happy to use it tonight as it was one of the bolder colors they both adored.

Dipping the wand a few times, he lifted it up to press to his lower lip to which he spread it blindly over it. Lifting it up to swipe over his top lip carefully before capping then twisting it back. He shuffled forward with his right hand pressing down as he coaxed his husband backwards. Doing so until he was taking that silent cue to lay out for him with a light bounce to the bed as his hair fanned out wildly over the pillowcase. Shouta was absolutely beautiful with those red smudges gracing his pale, scarred skin.

The brilliant red mark on his collar bone with his teeth indentions framing it beautifully. The heat that had him all too eager to continue onwards. To dip his head down his hair slithered over his shoulders when he pressed his lips to his husband's cheek. Leaving behind the perfect print of his lips on it, he moved down lower to kiss the center of his chest. Shuffling down he placed another. And another. Trailing kisses down his chest as he made his way down leaving behind the bold, bright imprint of his lips.

Glowing beautifully on his husband's skin as those dark eyes locked onto him. Teeth dragging over that stained bottom lip as Shouta raised his head from the pillow to watch him as he made his way to his stomach. His breaths hitching in unison with his husband's only to feel that similar excitement. Listening to that shallow, racing speed picked up once more as a hand lifted to weave into his hair. Pushing it away from his face for him when an airy whimper left his husband when he kissed his stomach.

The muscles quivered under his lips causing it to smudge but he didn't mind it one bit. He moved down towards his navel where he happily pressed a kiss to the dark dusting of hair of his happy trail. Hips arched up with that hand tightening its grip on his hair when he moved down towards that tattooed hip. Pressing his lips against the flick of the last letter of his name to leave a softer imprint against his husband's hip. It was stunning. The comforter rustled under his knees as he inched himself down further.

Turning his head towards his left thigh. Pressing his lips to the silky soft inner thigh had muscles jumping in a quiver beneath his lips as he trailed kisses upwards. The imprints of his lips were growing softer over the skin, but he didn't mind it one bit. He could put more on. Leave bolder marks later. All that mattered was it had his husband whining above him as he fought the urge to tighten his left hand into a fist. To keep from squeezing at the lube and wasting what they had left of it. It wasn't worth it to get it on the sheets.

He blinked when there was another twitch of his husband's erection as it fully hardened. Coming up to tap then rest against his lower stomach. It had his thighs pressing together briefly as he then peppered his kisses over his inner thigh with a whine clawing at the back of his throat. He forced his hands to move in their awkward positioning, however, to squeeze a dollop onto his fingers. A clumsy movement when he then brought his hands together to spread the lube over his fingers. A slick squelch ringing out.

A sound that had his husband whining above him with a squirm. Then he turned his head to target that right inner thigh. Kissing at the silky soft skin with smudges of color left behind, he moved upwards with another peck. Letting his gaze flick up to his husband to find that flaming gaze on him. Smoldering at him. The excitement pinching at his husband's flushed face as the hand in his hair squeezed once more when he then opened his mouth. Huffing out an intentional breath against the spot as eyes locked onto him.

Swallowing when he watched teeth dragging over that stained bottom lip before biting down on it. Muffling a whimper when he leaned in to sink his own teeth into that spot that had muscles jumping beneath him. He bit down fiercely with hard sucks that had his husband whimpering again. Nails raked over his scalp, he shuddered as he spread the lube over his fingers with the attempt to be thorough in doing so. Coating them evenly as he could when he slid his hands up to brace himself onto his elbows.

It was going to be harder than he'd liked but he didn't mind at all to put in that effort. In having to go an extra, awkward step to get what he wanted. To give Shouta what he wanted. He slid his hand up to grab at a cheek fiercely which his husband angled his hips up further. Giving him more space as the hand that held the condom moved down. Fingers reaching under to grab at his right cheek to give him the help he needed as he sucked at that spot fiercely. Harshly. Digging his teeth in had a strangled moan leaving his husband.

An eager note to it when he grunted quietly as he raised his slick fingers up. So hot, hot, hot. He was boiling in his own skin with each pasting second as another piece of metaphorical kindling was given to that blazing heat. Another cup of gasoline on an already raging fire. Seconds, minutes, hours spent feeding that fire leaving them flushed. Breathless. Aching. Oh, he always fucking loved the buildup before they jumped into sex. The heat of it all before he gave in. Letting out a breath, he tugged at his husband's let cheek.

Digging his fingers into his awkward grip in an attempt to spread him open. He then angled his slick fingers up to press against Shouta earning himself a muffled whine. Rubbing slickly at his husband, he dug his teeth in with a fierce suck to the skin before pulling away from that spot. Lapping his tongue over the indentations left behind from his teeth. Moving upwards only to bite down again, he felt the muscles jump as the black-haired man jolted. He suckled fiercely at the skin as he bit down hard, hard, hard.

Sliding his fingers in slick rubs against his husband had that hole twitching beneath them. Hips squirmed impatiently with another whine flying out of the black-haired man as he hummed up at him. A strained not to the sound as he swirled his fingers playfully against Shouta as he sucked at the spot. Adding pressure to his hard bite. e slid his fingers against his husband. His husband jolted again as a sharp breath was taken through his nose up above him when nails raked over his scalp. Clutching at his hair.

It was by far what made it so exciting. Knowing how sensitive his husband's inner thighs was an absolutely exciting thing. It made the cane whippings all the more exciting during their punishment scenes. When he clawed, grabbed and caressed both inner and outer thighs until his husband was squirming. It's what made this choice of marking so fucking amazing. He could target his husband's erogenous zones for hours just to get him riled up. He kept that strong bite down as he sucked at the skin fiercely.

He wanted to work as many hickey's as he could into the pale skin while he was down near his thighs. He knew he'd be able to place more throughout the night, but he felt frantic. Frenzied to do it now. He gave another playful swirl of his fingers against his husband's hole. Earning himself another twitch of the muscles as he pressed the pads of his fingers against him slickly. A keening, muffled whimper tore itself out of his husband when he bit down again to which hips jerked down towards him.

Against his fingers with that unmistakable impatience as he rubbed the pads of his fingers against him. Using that touch and go press that had the black-haired man squirming with that unspoken eagerness. Impatient. As if the week long distance had finally become too much. As if now that he'd gotten a taste, he wanted more from him. And he was more than happy to supply his husband with more, more, more. To give him everything he wanted from him tonight. He gave another slick rub of his fingers as he sucked fiercely.

Swirling his tongue against the skin before popping off. Lapping over the teeth marks left behind before moving upwards again with the comfort rustling beneath him. Biting down again on a fresh spot, up near the top of his thigh, had his husband bucking hips down again. Oh, it was so tempting to sit here and tease. To drive him up the wall. But no. No, he didn't want to do that tonight. Not when he felt just as strung tight as his husband. Just as willing to snap himself to get what he wanted so badly.

So fervently he was aching under the bone tight grip that desire had on him. Feverish from that heat twisting, clawing, and raking up under his skin with an insistence to be fed. Relieved. Rubbing, swirling, pressing against his husband had the black-haired whimpering before he shifted his index finger upwards. Rubbing the tip of it around the rim earning himself yet another twitch of that hole when he got a gasp when he bit down. Hard. Just as he had before, he dug his teeth into his husband's inner thigh.

Sucking in equally hard pulls at the skin as he gave another tracing rub to that twitching his husband. A final tease before he began to push at his husband with that pressure. Pressing, pressing, pressing to get the give that had his finger sinking into him. His breaths rasped through his nose as his glasses dug annoyingly into the arch of his eyebrow. Annoying but God, he could ignore it. Happily ignore it when Shouta hissed in another breath only for it to fly out on a guttural groan. The rustle as his head was thrown back.

Pressing into the pillow with that groan cresting up briefly as he pushed his finger into him. Sinking into him slickly as a groan slipped out of him at that heat. The strangling grip of those quivering inner walls clamping down around it. As if he were starving for something, anything, to be inside him. As if it had never mattered what only that he got something. It had his heart pounding against his chest as his pants rasped far too quickly through his nose as he suckled at that soft skin. Hard pulls that had his husband squirming.

Twisting as hips wriggled down to press against his hand. He pressed the pad of his finger against that trembling inner wall to roll soothing circles into it. Groaning into his spot at the tight squeeze of those inner walls gripping at his finger only to hear a similar, strangled groan up above him. Rubbing those circles into his inner wall, he swirled his tongue against his spot before giving a fierce suck to the spot. Using that pressure as he dug his teeth in hard as he dared to. Eager to leave more, more, more bruises.

God, it was hardly the only ones but the idea of what he could get away with tonight had him hot, hot, hot. The idea of the pale skin before him smudged with lipstick. The lines, bites, and hickey's dusting over his husband's thighs, back, and stomach? His shoulders? It was fucking exciting. It had his erection twitching as he shuddered at the feeling of that growing wet patch on his boxers. The drops of pre-come soaking into the fabric leaving it damp. He gave an impatient shake of his own hips as he pulled his finger back.

Thrusting it back in shallowly with a light squelch punctuating the action had his husband groaning down at him. Guttural. Husky. A low sound that had goosebumps raising over his skin at the sound of it when he suckled fervently at his spot. Biting down briefly before lifting his mouth as he repeated that lap over the spot. A light squelch punctuating that shallow thrust had his husband groaning down at him in that low pitch. He let his gaze flicker over the three spots left behind. A vivid, angry red from his ministrations.

Brilliant spots that he hoped formed the hickey's he strove for. Something light or dark, it didn't matter so long as it was there. It had his rasping pants shuddering when Shouta's thighs twitched apart again to offer him new points to attack. New areas he wanted to sink his teeth into. He pulled his finger back again only to thrust it into his husband which gave him another strangling squeeze around his finger. As if it could be snapped off at the knuckle and kept inside of him. Pulling at him as if it were his erection already.

Greedy.

Hungry.

He wished he had the air to speak those vulgar words up at his squirming husband. To focus long enough to get in a few cheeky phrases but he couldn't. Not when he was moving in to target that juncture between his thigh and groan. Biting down ruthlessly on the spot before sucking fiercely had his husband crying out as the hand in his hair clawed at his scalp. Hips jerked down as he gave another thrust of his finger before he was settling into that easy, shallow rhythm. Light squelches filling the gaps of silence.

In between each whimper, whine, groan and gasp that left his husband. It had him sucking fervently at the skin as he dug his teeth in hard, hard, hard with a shudder. Listening to the struggle Shouta was facing to keep himself quiet, quiet, quiet. The sucking of his mouth as he pulled at the skin pairing with the slick squelches of his thrusting finger. It had him hot, hot, hot. So fucking hot. Thrusting his finger into his husband quickly, he sucked at the skin hard. Harder, harder, harder when he felt his husband's hips twitching.

Moving in a shallow jiggling to meet the quick, shallow thrusts. It had his breath catching only to fly out of his nose as he dug his teeth in. Five hickey's. Five yet he had so many more to place on his husband's pale skin before he was satisfied. Before he felt it was enough. Even the imprints of his lips were nowhere near enough for him. Nowhere near the amount he wanted to place yet he was eager to receive his own. To feel Shouta's lips and teeth attacking his own skin much like his nails had minutes ago.

Lines that were throbbing faintly over his back that would sting with the forming sweat. Swirling his tongue against the skin, he dug his teeth in fiercely before lifting his mouth away. Lapping his tongue over that spot, his pants were painfully loud in the silence as they joined the racing ones being taken by Shouta. He shuffled forward to lean up with a kiss to the base of that twitching erection. Pecking kisses that left faint smears of red on the skin before he opened his mouth again to flatten his tongue against it.

Licking up towards the head had his husband moaning in that strangled, guttural pitch above him. Writhing as hips abandoned their jiggle to instead arch up as he reached the dripping head. Giving a few sharp thrusts of his finger had his husband whining when thighs jerked as if to close around his head. Instinctive before they were forced apart again. God, the idea of having those strong thighs squeezing and rubbing around his head was a thrill. He fucking loves when Shouta would squeeze his thighs to his head like that.

It often dislodged his hearing aids but what he wouldn't give to have it now as he peppered kisses over that twitching erection. Moving up then across his pelvis towards a hip. Bringing his middle finger closer to his thrusting index, he felt a shudder roll over his husband. Arching up no doubt as a keening whine left his husband. Pleading. Begging. It had him burning up as he fluttered his lips over his hip. Nipping playfully when he looked up to that blurry view of Shouta's flushed face. Breathless as he squirmed himself.

While he couldn't see the emotion on his blurry face, he knew it for what it was. Begging him to hurry, hurry, hurry. He gave another sharp nip to the edge of his hip before he was biting down on it fiercely. Sucking at the skin in hard, fervent pulls that had another of those shrill cries flying out of his husband. Forgetting his order for them to be quieter than usual. Shuddering at that exasperated sound, he happily gave another sharp, deeper thrust of his finger into his husband. Rubbing the pad of it into the quivering inner wall.

Careless rubs as he thrusted his finger once, twice, more before pausing it. Rolling the soothing circles into it when he brought his middle finger closer to rub the tip of it against the area closest to the rim of his hole. Muscles spasmed around his finger before clenching down with a sharp hiss of air being taken above him. A twitch around his finger had him moaning into his husband's hip. Biting down fiercely with that fervent suction in an effort to quiet himself. To keep himself from being louder than the black-haired man.

Anything to keep from getting him upset. Angry or paranoid that they'd be overheard tonight somehow. It had him sucking in the attempt to keep from feeding into another moan as he rubbed the tip of his finger against his husband, earning himself another twitch. Pressing his fingers tightly together, his hips shook impatiently in a cagey side-to-side. An ugly rip of that emotion in his chest that had him whining. He pressed his middle finger against his husband with a wiggle that had the man groaning.

A low, trembling sound when he pressed, pressed, pressed until his finger was sinking into him. Slipping in effortlessly with his index, he pressed the pads of his fingers to his inner walls to roll those soothing circles into them. A firm press that had Shouta's hips jerking down in a that same cagey shake. Impatience was contagious. Infectious. Made worse when it was so hot. He couldn't take the heat sizzling through his very veins making him flushed. Feverish. Releasing his spot on his husband's hip with a gasp of air.

Shuddering on its way down, he moved back down to sink his teeth into a new spot of his husband's hip tearing a whimper out of the man. Sucking fervently at the skin, a shiver ran down his back as fingers yanked at his hair with hips arching up against his mouth. For he wanted to dive down to use that trick up his sleeve. An idea he wanted nothing more than to give his husband after their discussion about it last year. In recent times, they had talked briefly about it but it had been rather fleeting.

Conversations they'd had in a daze afterwards. One they'd had after Shouta had first taught him how to fondle his balls the right way to give that additional pleasure. They had talked on it earlier which they agreed to give an important role tonight to try. Attempt to do it for the first time which had left him buzzing. Excited. He sucked fiercely at the spot as he tightened his jaw to dig his teeth in fervently before lifting his mouth away. Kissing then lapping his tongue over the spot, he dove down towards his groin.

He had spent a bit of time while Shouta had been in the shower to search it up. To tap then read a few articles about what to do in his brief scanning. Gathering enough to at least know what to do and how to do it right. He swallowed before leaning in to press a fluttering kiss to his right testicle then opened his mouth to flick his tongue over it. It had his husband writhing as hair rustled over the pillow with a strangled moan ripped out of him. Bouncing wildly in volume when he swirled his tongue against the skin lightly.

Curiously. Hips jerked down towards him to which he gave another flick before giving another light swirl of his tongue in a wide circle. Moving in to take that ball into his mouth slowly. Closing his mouth around it gently, he then suckled lightly at it when he gave another of those wide circles against it. Oh, it had his husband jolting with a cry as his thighs shook on either side of him with hips arching. The hand in his hair clutching him close, close, close as he settled in to give that light suction as he swirled his tongue.

Abandoned the slow rolls of his fingers into his inner walls to instead pull them back to thrust in. A sharp squelch ringing out to punctuate that thrust when he repeated that thrust again. Again, again, again as Shouta strangled his moans above him with his hair rustling over the pillow. Squirming, twisting, writhing against the comforter restlessly. Sucking lightly with another gentle swirl of his tongue had inner walls clenching around his fingers. Clamping down around them with a strength that had him moaning.

A husky, guttural cry left his husband sent shivers down his back. Thighs jerked together then to clench around his head with that delicious strength. Rubbing together restlessly which nudged at his hearing aids. Mussed his hair wildly from the restless movement. Oh, oh, oh he fucking loves it even if that feedback had him twitching. He could care less. He thrusted his fingers giddily into his husband with those slick squelches. So close, close, close to driving his husband up the wall. Or had he long since done that very thing?

He had not a clue as he listened to the rasping pants being taken above him when he gave another suck. Then he pulled back releasing that testicle before moving over, tracing the seam with the tip of his tongue. Moving over to take the left one into his mouth. Thighs flexed against his head as he then spread his fingers out against those quivering inner walls. An absentminded spread as he fell into their thrust, thrust, thrust, spread rhythm. He could hardly focus on it as he thrusted his fingers into his squirming husband.

Hardly think about the quivering walls as he moved his fingers on instinct. He was devoting himself to giving the ball in his mouth that light suction when he moved his tongue to lap wide circles over the skin. Swirling over the skin as he suckled lightly at it when nails clawed at his scalp again. Oh, it was fucking worth it even to glance over a few articles no matter how brief. He didn't have to see to know his husband was eating it up. Everything he'd given so far, Shouta was taking with that undeniable delight from the start.

Loving every second of it just as he was and he knew the black-haired man wanted more from him. Hell, he wanted more. He sucked at the ball with a few more of those wide circles that earned him a throaty, guttural moan from his husband. He spread his fingers out to push insistently at the quivering inner walls after a frenzy of thrusts that had hips grinding down. Pulling his mouth from his ball, he flicked his tongue against it before moving up to lap his tongue along the underside of his erection again.

Dripping shamelessly onto his stomach. He pressed a kiss next to his happy trail delightedly as the muscles quivered when he bit down. Sucking fiercely at the skin had his husband whimpering wildly as he hummed softly. He knew exactly what type of sensitivity it gave being so close to a few of those scars lining his stomach. Hair rustled as his head no doubt pressed back into the pillow. God, he could only imagine how those red smudges glowed against his skin now. His cheek and throat. Over his chest.

He spread his fingers out again, again, again. Thrusting into him sharply, he moved his right hand from its hold on his husband's cheek. Reaching down to hook his fingers into the waistband of his pants and boxers as he dug his teeth into that spot. Sucking fervently with a swirl of his tongue to the skin. Shuddering as fingers tightened in his hair to push him tightly against his stomach as he sucked hard, hard, hard at the spot before lifting his mouth away. Leaning down to peck at that twitching erection before moving down.

Targeting his waist with his teeth digging in. Legs curling up around his shoulders to dig heels into those burning lines had him moaning into Shouta's waist. Sucking at the skin as he worked his clothing down, down, down, with a wriggle of his hips. Wanting to be ready now. He grunted as he sucked at the skin awkwardly with a harder pressure to his bite. One that had his husband groaning in that same guttural pitch. Light or dark marks, it didn't matter. Even if he left a bite mark behind, it all worked in his favor.

Slick squelches of his thrusting fingers had hips squirming down to meet his thrusts quickly. The condom wrapper crinkled as fingers squeezed it tightly in his grasp prompting him to look up. Over the rims of his glasses, the gold wrapper winked at him as it was brought up to red stained lips and ripped open. He couldn't help a groan as he worked his pants and boxers down over his ass and down his thighs. Bunching down by his knees, he knew he couldn't get them off in this position, but it didn't matter.

All he cared about was that relief as his erection sprung free to tap against his stomach. Resting against it with a twitch as he lifted his hand up to sweep it in a caress along his husband's outer thigh. Squeezing at the trembling muscles as he thrusted his fingers faster, faster, faster. Spreading, spreading, spreading them. Pushing at those inner walls until Shouta was shouting in that same husky, guttural pitch as before when he sucked fervently at his spot. Digging his teeth in harder, his arm jiggled lightly with his thrusting.

Sliding into the tight heat strangling his fingers when his husband gasped. Muffled. It all sounded so faint to his ears through his husband's thighs. It had him shuddering as he groaned when he felt his hair mussing from the restless rub. Then fingers were yanking at his hair insistently when he sucked fervently at that spot. After releasing his bite, he lifted his hand from between Shouta's squirming thighs. The hand in his hair moved to work itself out quickly as it flew to his left ear when his hearing aid slipped.

He winced at the sharp pull as a few locks remained wrapped around fingers. Pulled at sharply as his hearing aid was grabbed at quickly then pushed back into place firmly. Adjusted over the shell of his ear when he turned his head to nip at those fingers sharply. Kissing the pads when Shouta whined at an outwards push at his inner walls. His husband moaned in that low, choked pitch when he pushed out again. Heat ripped under his skin as he whined himself up at the man. Fuck, he was burning up.

The red lipstick mark closest to him was glistening with the clammy sheen of sweat breaking out over his husband's skin. Making him glisten in the low lighting of the room as hair rustled over the pillow case. Kneading at his husband's thigh, the sudden offer of that dripping rubber ring had his breath catching in his throat. He had- God, he was burning. Wanting, wanting, wanting. Needing, needing, needing. He spread his fingers out repeatedly. Pushing, pushing, pushing at them with that silent insistence.

Loosening their strangle hold the best he could as those dark eyes burned down at him. Pleading. Begging. He thrusted his fingers in sharply with the careless rub of his fingers over the quivering inner walls. It had his husband panting breaths catching on a choked hitch. A hiccup of a sound leaving him when hips jerked down against his hand. He was impatient. Eager. He needed this. Needed Shouta. It was insanity. It was insatiable. He was driving himself up the wall with each sharp thrust of his fingers.

Twisting, writhing, against the bed as the fingers holding out that condom trembled with rasping pants being taken. Would he stand to last long? Did it matter? He wanted, wanted, wanted so fervently he knew they could go wild once. Just once, he could indulge in the idea. The fantasy of fucking this man into the bed as many times tonight as his piercings would allow. As many times as his body would allow him to go through physically. Until he was truly sore tomorrow morning both from his thighs to his hips.

To have a tenderness those piercings he loved that he hadn't had since they started up their sex life last month. He couldn't help groaning out at the whimpering man when he gave a few more sharp thrusts into that tight heat. Melting him. He spread his fingers out to push at him when Shouta arched his back up with hips jerking down. A strangled wail leaving him as he thrusted in once, twice more only to have thighs shaking around his shoulders. Squeezing around him. So hot, hot, hot it was boiling his blood.

Spreading his fingers out rapidly, his husband's hand grabbed his hair only to yank at him again. He kissed at the soft, delicate spot he'd left on his husband's stomach before he dropped his hand from his husband's outer thigh. Feeling for the lube preemptively. Thrusting his fingers into that twitching heat had him boiling. Eager. His erection twitched against his stomach as drops of pre-come smeared onto the skin. Dripping down to the comfort. It didn't matter, they had a spare after all for this very reason.

Pushing his fingers out once more at the quivering inner walls that tried their hardest to bring them together. Strangle them into that tight press yet they lacked that strength when the black-haired man whimpered at him. Shrill. Cracking. Giving a few more spreads of his fingers, he thrusted them into his husband once more with a slick squelch. Then he was pulling them out of him as his husband squirmed. He nudged gently at the shaking thighs to which his husband quickly dropped them from his shoulders.

Feet planting to the bed once more causing it to bounce lightly from the hit. The hand holding onto his hair releasing its hold on the locks with a shuddering gasp breaking up the rasping pants. It was utterly shameless how those legs threw themselves open once more as he pushed himself up onto his knees. Squeezing a dollop of lube onto his fingers, he reached down to rub a thin layer over his piercings. Dark eyes watching the movements of his fingers as he shuffled forward. Taking the condom from his shaking fingers.

He then reached down to roll the slippery onto himself quickly. Easing it over his slickly shining piercings with those eyes locked onto his trembling hands. Gawking as thighs twitched to spread themselves wider for him. His chest was heaving with those racing, uneven pants leaving him highlighting the red smudges over it. The imprints left behind along with the bruising on his collar bone of the hickey he'd hoped to work into the skin earlier. And God, with that glimmer of the clammy sheen over his skin?

Highlighting the red smudges of lipstick? The imprints of his lips? The bruises forming on his right thigh and the smudges of lipstick on his left? The runny patch of pre-come dripping onto his stomach as hips arched up with thighs falling open further? The glaze to those dark eyes making them absolutely bottomless? Begging him? It was fucking hot. God, it had him ripping with heat as a fresh wave of heat hitting his cheeks. It was arousing to see such confidence in his husband. The boldness that all came together.

Shouta looked like a slut. The very thing he'd always growled, snarled, and playfully called the black-haired man. His husband was a needy little thing squirming and fidgeting impatiently as he drizzled a palmful of lube into his hand to spread over the condom. Curving his hand in restless twists with squelches ringing out had his husband arching his hips up. Shameless. Utterly, completely shameless but fuck he loves it. Loves that shamelessness more than his husband did. It was damn sexy to see it in the black-haired man.

He reached down with the excess lube dripping from his fingers. Working them between his cheeks, he rubbed it over the skin with a slick squelch when he moved his hands. Pulling at his husband's waist, he lifted him up from his laying position up into a sitting one when it clicked for his husband. Arms were thrown around his shoulders as that smudged chest pressed tightly to his. Lips crushing down onto his without a second of hesitation. Legs wrapping around his waist to dig into his lower back.

Then he dug his knees into the mattress with a wobble as he heaved the black-haired man up into his arms with a grunt. Moving his lips with that quiet urgency while he slid his hands down to grab at his husband's ass. Pulling his cheeks apart, he arched his hips upwards to press against that twitching hole. Nudging, nudging, nudging at him had whimpers spilling into the kiss as a hand twisted into his hair once again. Scratching at his head while the other swept down his back over the lines left there earlier.

Burning faintly with the sweat pricking and gathering over his own skin. The nails of his husband's right hand scratched gently at his shoulder blade when he continued to press up against his husband. Shivering as hips arched down as ragged pants fanned over his hot cheek. He wished he remembered where the lipstick was. Somewhere on the bed, wasn't it? Close? It didn't matter. Shouta would have his turn shortly as he had promised. Hips squirmed as they arched down while he pressed up to nudge.

Grinding against him lightly when there was finally, finally, finally a give. Sinking into his husband had heat snapping up his back with that rush of twisting pleasure. He broke the kiss with a shuddering gasp when hands tightened on his hair only for his gasp to fly out on a choked cry. Full lips pressed to his jaw to muffle that trembling moan that left his husband in response. Delighted. Shouta then pulled back to nip at his jaw with another low, husky moan flying out of the man as legs tightened around his waist.

Squeezing him tightly much like those inner walls clamping down around him so damn tight. Choking him. Pulling at him already as they had with his fingers. It had his hips bucking up against his husband causing him to be nudged up in his hold. However, it merely tore a sudden burst of a moan out of the black-haired man. Trembling up in volume that exceeded the one they'd been using so far. Ringing with that delight when Shouta ground his hips down against him as he leaned back to bite sharply at his earlobe.

"Do-Don't be gentle with me! I want you to fu-fffuck me into this da-damn bed, Zashi, you hear me? I want you to be rough an-and I want you to fuck me hard! Fast! So, do-don't you dare be ge-gentle on me now, got it? I want you to fuck me all go-goddamn night! Until I'm done with you! I want to be li-limping by Monday morning! No more games! Fuck me like you mean it!"

A low moan ripped free from his throat when that quiet, growled order from his husband. Shuddering it was then followed by an awkward, shallow lift and drop of hips. Another sharp nip was given with jewelry click off of teeth as the hand in his hair yanked fiercely before Shouta leaned backwards as lips pressed to his jaw. Teeth then dug into it suddenly with a hard suck being given to the skin. It had him jolting at the suddenness of that bite but it had his moan cresting up in volume on a trembling breath.

He used his grip on the black-haired man ass to lift him up then down sharply with a light slap of skin meeting. A groan vibrated over his jaw as harsh pulls at it had him shuddering as he lifted his husband up again then yanked him back down. Wobbling on his knees from the awkward positioning, he didn't care when his husband was clawing at his back once more tearing a whine out of himself. Squeezing his holds fiercely, he lifted Shouta up again then slammed his hips up as he yanked him down.

Again. Again, again, again. Settling into an easy rhythm of a life and yank had his husband whining shrilly into his jaw. Teeth released their fierce into his jaw as his tongue lapped over to before he moved down. Lips fluttered down his throat before biting down with those fervent, hard sucks. Noticeable. Unmistakable areas. It sent a shiver down his back as his pants rasped out of him when the hand in his hair tugged at it coaxing him to tilt his head back. Offering up the area for his husband to choose his next spot.

To look over once he released his bite. Until then he happily complied with his husband's growled words as he snapped his hips up in shallow thrusts. Light squelches ringing out as he then used his holds on Shouta's ass to yank his husband down to meet his thrusts. Inner walls spasmed around his erection tearing a throaty moan out of him. With his brows squeezing together tightly, his lashes fluttered down onto his cheeks when he strangled a moan in his throat. Shuddering at that squeeze around him.

Choking him. God, it was fucking amazing. That strangling, tight squeeze around him. The heat. He could die happy. Burned up and reduced to a pile of ashes on the comforter as Shouta worked a hickey into his throat. He could feel hips wriggling in time with his yanks, yet it was awkward with the position but fuck if he didn't care. He felt the light tickle of those wild black locks against his skin bouncing lightly in time with the lift and drop. The feel of his own hair swaying as it clung to the clammy sheen forming over his skin.

Brushing annoyingly at his cheeks when arms tightened around his shoulders with nails raking over his shoulder blade. Heels digging into the lines left behind on his lower back to get them throbbing. Just like they had earlier under his husband's fingers. The heat twisted under his skin with raking claws beneath it as that quiet voice in the back of his howled. Screamed and shrieked for its relief as he felt the prickle of sweat forming on his forehead. Howling for him to snap up into that tight heat clenching around him.

Determined to choke the life out of him when his erection twitched. He huffed in his breaths as pants fanned over his skin when his husband pulled away only to lap his teeth over the spot. It had shivers racing down his back as his hair tickled his back with its trembling sways as he yanked at his husband. It was a sparking pleasure to move his husband like this. To force him up and down, up and down, over himself like he was little more than a damn toy. A fleshlight for him to chase after his pleasure with.

A toy.

It had him moaning enthusiastically at his husband when nails bit into his back with a silent warning. He strangled it down when Shouta moved up below his jaw against that pulse point before biting down fiercely. He couldn't help another strangled moan at the blunt pain racing over his throat when Shouta began sucking at the spot. It had him shuddering as he lifted and dropped his husband quickly. Snapping his hips up to meet that downwards yank created a light slap as skin hit against one another.

It had his husband moaning into his throat as fingers tightened their hold on his hair. Giving him that consistent, tight pull on his scalp that had pain bursting over the sensitive area. Had his brows squeezing together tightly as he moved his husband quicker. Faster. The squelches of the rubber and lube rang out deafeningly with the huffing pants leaving himself. The rustle of the comforter as he dug his knees into it. The light clap from their skin meeting again, again, again. It had his heart pounding against his chest.

He squeezed at his husband's ass tightly earning himself a muffled whimper. Teeth digging into him ruthlessly with the hard pull of those sucks had his pants hitching on a wheezing whimper. So good, so good, so good. God, it was better than fucking anything. Better than any idea they could've had tonight. He felt giddy with each upwards lift of his husband only to pull him down to hit against his pelvis. Gaining a confidence with it as he snapped his hips up sharply into that melting heat as his pants raked down his throat.

Drying it out. Shouta released his sharp bite on that spot below his jaw with his tongue lapping over it. Moving down to the juncture where his neck gave way to his shoulder. Biting down ruthlessly, he slammed his hips up sharply in a frenzy as a strangled cry left him at the pain ripping over his skin. Blunt. Burning. It had his nerve endings shrieking as his husband dug his teeth into the spot. The pain throbbing over his skin that was soothed away by his husband's fierce suckling at the spot as the worked in a hickey.

Fuck, it was amazing. He wanted Shouta to cover his throat in those deep blue marks for others to see. For him to flaunt if he so desired. To have something of this moment to carry with him. It never failed to get him hot when Shouta left a hickey or two in the heat of the moment only for him to discover it the next morning. If anything, it was a turn-on like none other to find the marks littering his throat and jaw in the morning. He could only imagine what the mark he'd left behind on his husband's collar bone would look like.

How the hickey's would form on his husband's right thigh, that juncture by his groin, his waist and stomach would form overnight. How they'd glow against that pale skin of his husband's like none other. And those were just the start of it. It had him moaning shrilly as he lifted Shouta higher with his own hips pulling back for those longer thrusts. A change from the shallow depth as he snapped his hips up to meet a downward yank. It had the black-haired man moaning into his shoulder as arms tightened around him.

Nails raked over his upper back leaving blistering, burning lines behind in their wake as blunt nails dug into him. Making those lines hurt good. Oh, it had him forgetting himself as he wailed out at his husband with hips snapping up with that spark of eagerness. Yanking at the black-haired man to move him quicker to meet his frenzied thrusts. Moving him faster. There was a thrill in controlling his husband like this. After all, his previous fantasies about using Shouta little more than a toy just like this had always been exciting.

Always got him unfairly turned on when he humored the thoughts alone. The wet dreams that always came for him with the made up images of using Shouta like that. Always leaving him a flushed, gasping mess come morning time as he played those dreams over and over again. And yet the reality of it was far more exciting than he ever thought it'd to be. In all those dreams, he never imagined having his husband biting and leaving his hickeys behind on his skin. To know soon enough he'd have those full lips painted scarlet.

That soon enough they'd be leaving their imprints over his skin. To have his husband clawing at him as he squirmed and writhed in his arms desperately with those airy moans spilling out of him. To bounce him on his dick until Shouta was ready to take over for him. It had his blood boiling through his veins as he huffed out his pants when he lifted his head up to close his mouth. Forcing himself to swallow only for it to drop open on a groan when his husband released his bite on that juncture with a whimper.

Lapping his tongue over it before full lips fluttered down before digging his teeth into his shoulder. Nails raking up over the left had his back arching with a hissing breath being taken as he snapped up into that heat. His erection twitched with that twisting excitement as he panted raggedly in hitches that rasped down his throat. Scraping it raw on their way out of him yet he happily ignored it as he moved Shouta fast, fast, fast. Shivering at the light brush of his hair swaying against his back as he moved his arms.

Twitching at the wild curls of Shouta's hair tickling at his feverish skin. The dripping of that erection rubbing against his skin between them leaving it slick. So wet, wet, wet. He fucking loves it. The quiet, huffing sounds leaving his husband as fingers clutched at his hair and nails dug into his skin. Legs wrapped tightly only to squeeze around his waist fiercely with a reinforced dig of heels into his back. His husband felt feverish in his hold as he bounced him. Sliding slickly against him with the thin sheen of sweat.

The sheen forming over his own skin with that itchy prick as it welled up. It had him hot, hot, hot. The slick squelches ringing out sent sparks up his back that encouraged him to keep on. To snap his hips up faster. Shouta released his fierce bite on his shoulder with a lap over the teeth indentations left behind. Then his husband shifted himself upwards and God if it didn't have him excited. Unfairly hot at the sight of wild curls brushing against red cheeks as a bead of sweat slipped down the side of Shouta's face.

Wild locks bouncing lightly as he moved his husband before his head was leaning towards the left. He knew his arms would be tired in the morning if he used a position like this again but fuck if it wasn't exhilarating. His husband seemed to agree with the moans spilling out of him freely. Pulling him higher, he pulled his own hips back instinctively to lengthen his thrusts before slamming up with a sharp clap of their skin meeting. Teeth sank down fiercely on the claw marks left behind on his shoulder.

He shouted as the black-haired man moaned loudly into his shoulder with the attempt to muffle himself. Teeth digging in fiercely had him slamming up as he yanked Shouta down harder with crisp slaps accompanying each of those frenzied thrusts. Throwing his head back as that shout trembled up in volume when his husband clamped down around him tightly. Squirming restlessly as those inner walls contracted in throbs around him. Pulling at him so damn hard as if to coax him to an early orgasm.

It had him moaning as he yanked his husband down faster. Harder. He replied in kind by slamming his hips up with that sharp, crisp meeting of skin ringing out with each thrust. A consistent sound melting into the cacophony of the squelching lube. The huffing pants taken by both of them. The airy, back of throat sounds the both of them made in the attempted to keep themselves quieter tonight. He wobbled on his knees as he bounced his husband faster. Bringing him down against his pelvis harder, harder, harder.

And he giddily pulled his hips back further with each increase of his upward lifts of his husband. There was a delight in hearing those muffled moans leaving his husband as arms tightened around him again to hold onto him. As if he were a damn anchor. Inner walls twitched before clutching around him in a squeeze to get his air flying out of him on a wheeze as he wobbled once more. Slamming up with as much strength as he dared to use had his husband moaning shamelessly into his shoulder.

Biting down on him before popping off after giving those fervent, frantic sucks. Lapping over the spot before targeting the side of his neck once more. All unmistakable spots. All easily seen. And it sent shivers down his back that the spots would be on full display in his casual clothing in the public eyes. Would it be undeniable just what they were and the fact that he knew Shouta left them? It made it all the more thrilling. All the more exhilarating. Everything about tonight was damn exciting and he knew that going in.

It robbed him of breath as he bounced his husband over himself eagerly. Hands clutching, clawing, and holding onto him for dear life. His husband had said to fuck him like meant it, hadn't he? He wanted to be limping by Monday? It was an order he was more than happy to follow as the black-haired man moaned into his neck. Sucking at him in hard pulls, he giddily slammed up bouncing his husband upwards lightly with the force of it only to get a wild moan. Deafening had the black-haired man not been pressed into his skin.

And he repeated that hard thrust again. And again. And again. Yanking his husband down to meet them fed into the deafening cracks of skin hitting against skin. It had the vibrations of his husband's moans buzzing over his skin in between his sucks. God, he wanted more marks. More bites. More kisses. He wobbled on his knees once more when he yanked his husband down to his pelvis in a sharp pounding hit. A shrill, trembling wail flew out of his husband as the hard pulls of his suction were broken.

He lifted his husband up high, high, high only to slam him down as he struck up. Pounding himself into that strangling heat eagerly had his husband choking out a wail of his name into his throat. Muffled as arms squeeze at him with pants huffing over his throat as he pounded up into that heat. Surging up eagerly each time he slammed his husband down causing him to bounce lightly in his hold. Legs squeezed around his waist fiercely with fingers clutched at his hair in a fierce yank. Teeth bit down once more.

Up closer towards his ear. An awkward placement but he didn't care when his husband was sucking frantically at the skin with teeth digging in viciously. Making his skin throb with pain much like his lower back as heels dug into the lines left behind. Like his scalp as his husband merely reinforced the yank on his tender scalp. Trying so hard to stay quiet was more of a challenge than he thought it'd be. God, it was like the years following their wedding when they would visit his mothers for New Years.

But fuck, the stipulation his husband gave of being quiet made it just as thrilling as those nights. His husband hardly ever demanded he be quiet in the bedroom without threats of the gag being pulled out. And while he was very much the top, very much the Dom, it was exciting to hear his husband threaten to cut him off. Make him be and remain silent. The thought had him groaning as he clutched at his husband with a fierce squeeze. It earned him a moan back that buzzed just right beneath his ear.

It sent tingles racing down his back. He was burning with reprieve so close yet so far away. It was amazing to dance on that line as he pounded up into his husband. Yanking him down just as fast. Just as hard. Where the only thing keeping them up right was the dig of his knees into the mattress as he balanced precariously on them and tensed his core muscles. He wanted so badly to continue bouncing the black-haired man along himself as he was. To continue with this rushing excitement as he bounced his husband.

Slam him against his pelvis again, again, again, but his arms were shaking lightly with that urge to fly forward. To topple backwards. Both had their perks in the change of the situation. Both had their glorious views. It had a groan tearing out of him once again as he wobbled on his knees. Tightening the grip he had on Shouta as he jerked him up and down, up and down, up and down. Shuddering when his husband's hips angled forward shamelessly to rub that dripping erection against his stomach.

A slick space between them as his husband's ragged panting fanned over his feverish skin making it hot. Unbearably hot. God, he wanted more, more, more from this man. More of him in his arms. Feeling so good against him that it threatened to make him drool with each throb around his twitching erection. The displays of strength as Shouta clung onto him like he was an anchor. A floatie he needed to grip onto less he drowned. Was lost under the waves that were choking him. Wringing him dry and fuck, he wanted more.

It had him shuddering as dug his nails into that feverish skin before clawing at him tearing a shrill moan from the black-haired man. A ripping yank on his hair had him howling as he pounded up into the squirming man. Earning himself a crest of volume of from that moan as again that bite was lost. His mouth dropping open against his skin with that deafening moan so close to his ear. So close to triggering that feedback and he fucking loves it. It was electric. Hot. He squeezed at his husband's ass tightly.

A hard squeeze that had the black-haired man moaning at him. The request had been made for tonight. The orders had growled into his ear seconds ago. And goddammit, if Shouta wanted it, then he'd happily fuck this man like he meant it. He'd do it all over this damn room just to boast about having done it in every possible place within it. Even the corners. The window to play into that exhibitionist side of his husband. All over that damn bathroom from the counter to the shower walls and floor if he could get away with it.

In front of the mirror so his husband could truly see how debauched he looked after a few rounds. How desperate he could look after multiple orgasms. God, if that didn't send a shiver down his back then he was a fucking liar. A dirty liar. He'd gladly give his husband what he wanted until he was satisfied for weeks. God, he'd fuck this man until he was content for months. He huffed in his pants before he dipped his head forward to target his husband's shoulder earning himself another wail as he bit down.

Sucking fiercely at the skin, he panted raggedly as he clutched at his ass as nails raked between his shoulder blades coaxing his back to arch. He lifted his left hand up quickly then only to crack it down on his husband's ass as he then dug his fingers into the spot. Slamming him down to his pelvis with that strength to get his husband's own back arching forward. Pinning their chests together when nails clawed at his upper back fiercely with nails digging in. Clinging onto him when his husband threw his head back.

A strangled wail leaving him as he delightedly continued to bounce his husband faster. Yanked him down harder with that eagerness. Moaning at that deafening volume only for his quirk to flicker to life to amplify it. Filling the room from corner to corner as it tore through the pitches. Louder, louder, louder until he swore he could hear the smaller items in their room were rattling viciously both in and outside of their drawers. It had fingers yanking at his hair sending a burst of fiery pain over his scalp.

He merely brought his own hand back up then down in a sharp, cracking strike on that cheek as he squeezed again. The skin feverish under his hand as his husband jolted against him with a squirm of his hips. Gasping in as nails dug into his shoulder when legs tightened around his waist. Locks of wild black hair brushing at his skin when his husband flew forward to bit sharply at the tip of his ear. A fierce bite that had him crying out as he jerked his husband up and down with that pounding strength before he gave up.

He couldn't stay like this a moment longer to which he happily flew forward to slam his husband down onto the bed. No more, no more, no more. He could try the position in the shower if he truly wanted to hold him up once more. Teeth bit sharply at his ear again with a keening whimper leaving his husband. Ringing with that unmistakable delight as his husband squirmed. Encouraging him to continue onwards. And he delightedly pounded his hips forward against the black-haired man earning himself a low moan.

Twisting. Writhing as sharp cracks of clammy skin hitting together rang out. The squelch of the lube and rubber working together with that tight squeeze around him. The heaving, ragged pants being taken between them both as the hand in his hair worked its way out to join the other on his back. Legs squeezed around him tightly with knees digging into his back briefly before they were dropping down to press to the bed. Pressing off of it as hips moved with him when those low, strangled moans flew out of his husband.

Encouraging him to get there, get there, get there. Hands slid over his shoulder blades as the burning lines left over his skin stung with the sheen of sweat forming over his skin. There was something so fucking good about hearing Shouta's low voice moaning his name out like a praise so close to his ear. The pleading gasps of please, please, please. Cries of yes, yes, yes. The low, whimpered chants for him to move harder, harder, harder and to go faster. Hearing Shouta's deep voice breaking with that desperation.

The urgency. It had him pounding into that heat squeezing around him in throbs that pulled at him. Trying to milk him already for all his worth as his husband squeezed his thighs against his waist as he pushed off the bed to move with him. Wheezing whines and whimpers leaving him as his pants flew out on huffs with the rustle of his hair rubbing over the comforter. God, it was addicting. To want someone so bad that he'd do anything, anything, anything for this. To bend over backwards if it meant making Shouta happy.

To make him feel just as good. Just as euphoric. To share that pleasure with him and to want, need, desire to share that with Shouta and Shouta alone. Sixteen years together was a long time to grow tired of sex with one person. It took a long time to get used to how someone moaned, groaned, whimpered and whined. How they moved. He was more than proud, more than giddy, to claim that he'd never tire of it. Never grow bored with this. How could he? His husband only seemed to get better each time.

When they came together on nights shared like these as he pounded himself into that tight heat. Gasping, crooning, whimpering his husband's name like the chant it was. The plea. The curse. A damn God laid out beneath him with how he could chant this man's name for hours as his world began to shrink to moving hips. To the heat twisting, eating, and burning him alive leaving him desperate to get it out of his skin. Out of his system. Thighs squeezed his waist with a strength that had a guttural groan leaving him.

While there was nothing, he loved more than when Shouta kept his legs around him, it was better when they moved together. When he could feel the black-haired man moving to meet his pounding thrusts like he was now. Jerking his hips to meet them as he shifted to lean on his right hand when inner walls clamed tightly around him. Milking him in those fierce throbs that had him gasping for air that merely fed into that twisting desire. The heat strangling him. He needed it. Needed relief. Need something to soothe it.

To appease that low spark twisted into him viciously with each pounding thrust. Settling into his lower stomach as that orgasm danced away from him with a slow approach that took its sweet time. Groaning down at his husband, he balled the comforter up into his right hand. Lifting the left up, he wriggled it between their slick stomachs to wrap it around that twitching erection. Shuddering when his husband threw his head back to press into the bed with an exasperated cry as hips thrusted up into his hand.

Giddily moving his hand in fast strokes to match the speed of their moving hips effortlessly. Curving, twisting, and kneading at the twitching thing as he swiped at that dripping head. So close, close, close Shouta was. It truly wouldn't take much. For himself or his husband. It had him whimpering in that keening, ear ringing pitch that had the lampshades rattling. He just needed a little more. And lucky for them both, he knew a few dirty words would shove his husband off the edge. Would shove himself off the edge.

"Ha-Have you missed m-mmmmy cock so bad this week, baby? Missed it s-so much you'll break it in fu-fffuckin' half squeezin' round it so tight? Mmmm! Do you ha-have any damn idea wha-what you fuckin' do to me, baby? How fucking gooood you feel? How fuckin hot you are? Tight? Ah! Ah, ah, fuck, like that! God, baby, choke my fu-fuckin' cock! Mmmmnn! Nghnn! Fucking hell, I lo-love you so fucking m-mmmuch, Shouta! So much, so much! Ah! Yes! Yes, baby, yes! Ah-Ahhhnn, you li-like it there, baby?"

"Yes! Yes, yes, yes! There, Zashi! Kee- Nnnnghn!" Quiet. Urgent, hushed whispers being hissed back and forth had heat ripping hotter than those slurred wails. God, it had him clawing at the blanket in his right hand as he stroked his husband with that blinding speed. Angling his hips as he pounded into him as his husband jerked and twisted beneath him with those airy cries. "Ple-Please! Please, please, please! Yo-You feel so good in me! Fi-Fill me up so gooood! Ah! I lo-love you, Zashi! Fu-Fucking love you!"

"Yo-You drive me crazy! Dri-Drive me up the fuckin' wall, you know that? Mmmm! Hnnn! Fuck, I've be-been thinkin' bout this all damn day! Been wa-wantin' you all day, baby, all day! Ah! Ah, ah! Ta-Take it for me, baby! God, yo-you're gonna make cum! Haah! Ah! 'm I yo-yours, Shouta? Ju-Just like you're mi-mmmine? Am I all yo-yours to fuck? Is my co-cock all yours? I-I bet your hungry fuckin' hole thi-thinks it is, doesn't it? You're so fu-fucking perfect! Ahnnn, baby, yes! Strangle it! Ah! I wi-wish I could fuck you fo-forever!"

"Yes! God, yes, yo-you're mine! Mine, Zashi, mine! Al-All mine to u-use how I want! My hands! My li-lips! My fuckin' co-cock to use when-whenever I wanna fuck! Yo-You're mine! Ah! Oh! Ohhh, fuck! I can't! I gotta- Mmm! Yes, yes, yes! There, Zashi, there! Haah, haah, please! Please, please! Fuc-Fuck me, fuck me, Zashi! All night! Please! 'm gonna- Nnn! Mmmmf! Ah! Ah-Ahhhnnn, Zashi, baby, love, cum! Cum fo-for me! Please, please! Fu-Fuck, I'm-!"

God, there was something so fucking good to hear his husband whispering in that cracking whimper rather than wailing it out. Howling his words. It had his blood boiling through his veins as he squeezed his fingers around that twitching erection as his hand flew over it. Pounding into that clenching heat had the black-haired man throwing his head to the bed again as nails raked down his back. Pulling him closer, closer, closer as he shouted at the burning lines being raked over once more as he slammed his hips forward.

Wheezing, cracking pants leaving the man as bent down to pepper that exposed throat in kisses. Leaving new, faint smudges next to the boldly colored smudges left behind from earlier. Oh, what he'd give to leave a single hickey on his throat. A single delicate blue spot. Something, anything, but he couldn't. Wouldn't. Not until his husband gave him express permission to do so. But fuck if it wasn't an ugly, horrible temptation as he fluttered kisses over it. Burying his face into his skin, he squeezed at his hold on the comforter.

Clinging onto it as that orgasm twisted in his lower stomach viciously. A hot coal burning hotter, hotter, hotter with that unbearable proximity that had him gasping. Panting, shuddering, twisting against his husband in between the pounding thrusts. God, it was hot. So hot, hot, hot. He couldn't take it as that orgasm twisted into him with its aching heat as his husband clenched around him. Squeezing around him so damn tight it had his breath rushing out of him on a wheeze. Raking out of him only to scrape his throat dry.

Feeling that light throbbing to his twitching erection was a different sensation when he was inside Shouta. When he was being gripped at so tightly it was made abundantly clear just how close he was. He pounded into his husband to strike at his prostate as the black-haired man jolted and twisted beneath him with hands sliding over his upper back to grab onto his shoulders. Dragging nails over them down to his upper arms had him writhing against the man. It was right there. So close he could fucking taste it.

Shouta was right there. Throbbing in his hand as he smeared away the pre-come dripping shameless onto his stomach. Dripping over his fingers when he wasn't fast enough in his upwards strokes. Had he done something better than right tonight? Or did his husband simply like receiving hickey's yet never vocalized how much? He had not a clue. He'd need to remember to bring it up later. For right now he couldn't think to spit them out now. Didn't have the air for them when he was panting into his husband's throat.

Desperate for a singular, deep breath he wouldn't find. Not there but he couldn't move. Didn't dare to move with that orgasm cresting up so quickly. He couldn't remember a time he was hotter. Save for after their watersports, he swore he hadn't been hotter. So hot, hot, hot he couldn't take it a second more. Not a moment longer could he handle this. His husband clawed his upper arms leaving behind burning lines as sweat beaded on his forehead. Dripping off as his hair clung annoyingly to his skin.

Pounding into that tight heat as he hunted down his orgasm eagerly, he stroked Shouta fast, fast, fast to keep in time with his thrusts. In the movement of his husband's hips as they struck against him just as viciously. Just as hard. It had him panting raggedly as he clawed at the comforter with an outwards flex of his fingers only to clutch at it once more. Twisting desperately as his brows squeezed together tightly much like his eyes. Lashes fluttering on his hot cheeks when his husband moaned his name again.

Again, again, again. Repeated. Endless. A cycle that was chanted desperately as nails raked over his upper arms when that throbbing pulls on him began to clench up on him consistently. Strangling him. He moaned out at his husband in response as his lips moved yet he couldn't piece the words together he said. English or Japanese? Did it matter if his husband had an inkling on what it all meant? He could feel thighs trembling before flexing against his waist much like his own as his husband panted raggedly.

Writhing with his hips jerking desperately to meet his pounding thrusts as hands clutched at him desperately. Shuddering as he moaned out his husband's name in that call and response for nothing mattered but the heat. The feel of his husband against him. Nothing mattered but Shouta, Shouta, Shouta. Gasping in his pants, his husband arched up against him with a shrill wail as his erection throbbed in his hand. A volley of twitches had his fingers tightening around the black-haired man as he moved his hand faster.

Fast, fast, fast as his husband stiffened up beneath him with that wail choking itself in his throat as his mouth dropped open. Jaw pressing lightly to the top of his head with a guttural, choked gasp being taken. Inner walls clamped down tight, tight, tight as they throbbed around him with pulls that had him writhing. Twisting against his stiffening husband with a hoarse moan flying out of him that merely paved way for another. His shaking thighs stiffening as his stomach flexed with each moan dripping out of him.

Clutching at his holds, he twisted in an downwards arch to pin his shaking husband down to the bed. Earning himself a choked sound from the black-haired man he clutched at his holds. Hips thrusted weakly into his hand as he stroked him through that orgasm. Whimpering when he got another sharp drag of nails over his shoulders as he felt that fluttering excitement because it was right there. He held himself stiffly as he hissed down a breath only to hold it. Hold it, hold it, hold it to keep it from wailing.

Shouting. Howling. Shaking as that lazy orgasm crested upwards finally, finally, finally as it then washed over him with an intensity that left him blinded. Would have left him truly breathless as he shook under the rushing white-hot heat. It had his lashes fluttering on his cheeks as his eyes rolled back with that force. The inner walls throbbing around him clutched around him with each throb his erection gave. As if it could milk each spurt leaving him for another, another, another. There was a suffocation under that orgasm.

Drowning, melting, dying under that white-hot heat that seemed intent on ripping him apart. In eating him alive. It was a heat opposite to that raging fire under his skin mere minutes ago that had been building for hours. This was sudden. This was choking him as he shook against his stiff husband beneath him. Hands clinging onto him desperately as if he needed an anchor. His own hand clung to the blanket when his husband wheezed out beneath him. Shaking. And that orgasm seemed to be taking its sweet time.

Its own time on both rushing over him and easing its way out of him. Lazily twisting through him with the intent on driving him insane. Convincing his feverish mind effortlessly he'd go insane if his erection gave another twitch. Another throb. Another spurt of come in to the condom. That it was all far too much to have his husband's inner walls twitching and pulling at him weakly. The mewling whimper leaving the black-haired man when he shuddered above him. Grinding weakly against him as he forced his hand to stop.

He couldn't think around that white-hot heat that he couldn't take anymore. So good. So fucking agonizing. And then it was rushing out of him leaving him shaking under its exit as he had with its appearance. Unbelievably relieved as he let out his held down breath on a wheeze as he slumped down against his husband. Moving his hand around from the softening erection in his grasp to press it to the bed. Gasping in his pants as Shouta's chest heaved beneath him with those identical pants as hands held onto him.

God, it had him shaking at the satisfaction that was weaving into him. Heaving them down as Shouta's hands slid up his upper arms to his back. Rubbing up and down, up and down, up and down only to jerk away when he whimpered loudly at the odd sensitivity to it. The burn as sweat was spread over the raised red lines covering his back. A hand then came up to stroke over his hair instead when he got a weak croon from his husband that had him melting. A sweet little song from what he could understand.

Oh, it had him melting into a damn puddle against his husband in the afterglow weaving its way into him. He could hear the scratch of nails over the blanket when he pressed his lips to his husband's throat. Then again. Again, again, again as Shouta whined with a shudder above him when he began to ease his hips backwards to slid out of him slickly yet there was a sudden rustle. Hips nudged at him curiously before he was being pushed at then as he was flipped onto his back with the bed bouncing beneath him.

Blinking at the sudden change, his hands flew out to grab at his husband's waist as the black-haired man settled over him. The lipstick tube was in his hand. The lube was- Well, it was God knows where now but he didn't mind. Didn't care for they had a brand new tube waiting to be used. No, what truly gained his attention wasn't the quiet insistence of aftercare. On rationally breaking up their rounds tonight if his piercings weren't chaffed raw with the way they'd been going at it lately. If they had the energy for it after their busy day.

After the toll an orgasm like that could take on a person. He couldn't focus when his eyes were riveted to the light bruises, he could see forming on his husband's right thigh closer to the top of it. The darker blue one on his collar bone. The brilliant, vibrant marks left behind from his lips and the fainter, smudges left behind when he hadn't been thinking. Frantic. It was beautiful as his husband's chest fluttered with his heaving pants as his gaze flicked over that slick skin. Over the sight of his panting husband.

The spurts of come on his stomach that needed to be scrubbed away. What was he planning? He knew Shouta wanted his turn tonight but did that mean now? It had his stomach dropping sickeningly when he watched his husband twisting at the lipstick cap with shaking fingers. Dipping it into the tube the same way he had with an expertise that had him riveted. Waiting for what was coming. Had to be coming. He watched the wand as it was pulled out then brought up to that full, stained lower lip with a shuddering breath.

Swiping across it clumsily, his husband dipped it back in the tube after pressing his lips together to touch up blindly along the top lip causing it to smudge slightly but he didn't care. God, it was beautiful n those full lips. Ate his focus up as he watched Shouta cap the tube again before leaning down towards him. Ignoring that slick touch of the cooling come smearing against his stomach when Shouta's lips pressed against his sweaty cheek. Down to his collar bone to press his lips at the tail end of his tattoo.

An identical move to the kiss mark he'd left on his hip that had smudged slightly. It had him shuddering when his softening erection twitched with interest when his husband lifted himself up. The afterglow had those dark eyes glassy. Foggy with the desire to them as those red lips tipped up into that manic, Totoro-esque grin. Unnerving to anyone else and it would perhaps be made worse by that scarlet red. But not for him. It had his pounding heart skipping over its beats. His stomach dropping with that sickening intensity.

Ragged pants catching in and hitching in his throat when hands slid over his chest with nails dragging through the curls of hair on his chest. Rasping pants leaving his husband when he slid his hands along his waist when knees dug into the mattress. What was Shouta going to do now? It wasn't hard to tell but he wanted to hear it. To have it be confirmed because God there was nothing, he wanted more than to hear that husky voice telling him what he knew. Telling him those same growled orders again.

To whisper those frantic words to him again, again, again tonight. He wanted that greenlight to pound this man's ass into the nearest damn wall if he could. The floor. The corners of the room if he could get away with it. He wanted to hear Shouta telling him exactly how his Saturday night was going to go, and he wanted to build on it with him. He wanted everything he could get from this man before he physically couldn't take it anymore. It was risky given how sensitive his piercings got after two rounds together.

But it was worth a risk. Worth a bit of a gamble. He was going to shower his husband in aftercare when they were stumbling, waddling, limping to the damn bathroom together tonight. He was giving this man everything and more that he deserved for playing along so effortlessly. But that was later. Much later if that sparkle to those dark eyes said anything. For now, all he wanted to hear from those red lips was-

"My turn."