The rattling strike of icy rain at the window.
Quiet whispering of lips moving together.
The edge of the counter digging into his lower back.
Shouta was absolutely euphoric. Warm. Tingles raced over his under skin when the blonde hummed softly at him as hands slid along his waist. Tightening his arms around the blonde's shoulders, he combed his fingers through the blonde locks with a gentle tug. There was a light nudge of the blonde's glasses against his cheek bone. His eyebrow. It was easy to ignore after years of having those glasses nudging him in moments like these. He'd long since grown used to them as he clung to the blonde.
The quiet brush of palms sliding over his waist was loud in the of the kitchen. Melting in with the whisper of their lips moving together with that light smack breaking out intermittently. The warmth radiating onto him from the blonde had goosebumps rising over his skin. Plucking idly at the blonde's sweater with his left hand before twisting his fingers into it. Holding onto the blonde as hands continued that slow, easy caress of his waist. God, he really could genuinely melt right into the counter behind him.
Become a puddle at this man's feet with the tenderness to the kiss. The adoration being poured into it as hands squeezed at him gently. It was the kind of kiss that had his toes curling against the floor. Softening under the sheer affection he felt in the slow caress of Hizashi's lips to his. It was a kiss that had his stomach fluttering. A kiss that was filled with a quiet underlying longing that had his breaths trembling as he moved his against the blonde's. It never failed to leave him thrumming with that excitement.
Electrified him with a sudden alertness when the blonde kissed him like this. Jolting him out of his fatigued state no matter how briefly. It had his heart happily skipping when he felt his husband shift forward to press him lightly to the counter. The warmth of his breaths fanning over his cheek only for a sigh to break them up. A rush over his cheek when he combed his fingers through his hair again. Pulling harder at the blonde locks with a silent insistence that had the blonde shivering with a quiet sound.
Earning himself a firmer press of those lips to his as he tightened his arms around his husband. Holding himself tightly against him with hands kneading at his waist. God, he loves it. The adoration bleeding into the slow kisses that had his stomach fluttering viciously. Threatening to make him sick from the reactions of those warm lips sliding against his. So, so unbearably soft as they pressed to his. Shaping to curve and mold to his own with that comfortable slide that had him sighing out softly himself.
He could kiss this man for years more and never tire of it. Dedicate hours to having those warm, soft lips on his with the tender kisses given. There was no amount of time that would allow him to breathe around that delight to have the touch of them to his. He was a damn fool for those kisses his husband could give him. Whether it was merely the act of kissing his husband or the softness to his lips. Whichever it was it never failed to keep him enthralled. Kept him coming back for more even when lips were tender.
Aching. Swollen from the harder kisses he could receive from the blonde. He tightened his arms around Hizashi's shoulders again earning him a soft hum from him. That light smack of lips moving against his sent sparks of excitement through him. Twisting into his stomach when thumbs moved to rub soothing circles into his waist. There was no better way to spend an afternoon one-on-one with his husband. When they had the hours to lose for a few moments together with just the two of them in the house.
Riding out that rush of Deja vu at the reminder of how their days used to be spent alone. Before Hitoshi and Eri had come along. It was a taste of the days they had spent curling together on the couch the second they got off work. The hours spent with not a stitch of clothing on with Hizashi holding close. The way they'd twisted and curved together no matter the spot they'd been in. The silence that always greeted them when they came home only to welcome the other. He had to admit some days he missed it.
Longed for the afternoons he'd spend spooning with the blonde on the couch. When they sat curled on that very couch with dinner in hand and a shitty movie on. The late nights of wine sipping in the kitchen with the sink light on behind them. When he would walk out confidently into the kitchen with not a stitch of clothing on the way he had in their apartment. To watch the delight as Hizashi welcomed him closer. The lazy days where not a responsibility too big rested on his shoulders. On Hizashi's as they took it day by day.
And yet with hindsight, he could see how lonely it had been. Quiet. How utterly barren the house had been without the bickering of Eri and Hitoshi in the afternoons after school. The shriek for help on a last minute project or the tears when Eri didn't get an icicle off of the car. The jingling of cat collars as their brood of cats ran about the house. It was far more alive than it had been in the past. But to stand in the kitchen pressed against the counter? To have the blonde kissing him with such adoration?
It sparked that Deja vu. Had him sighing out again at the gentle circles being rolled into his waist by those thumbs as Hizashi squeezed at him. He shifted his hand up from its place against his upper back with the locks of hair slithering through his fingers. He lifted it up to cup the back of the blonde's head earning himself a low hum from his husband. Pressing against his half bun, he fought the urge to pluck it apart. To unravel it so the rest of his hair could spill down. To slide over his hands and through his fingers silkily.
Shivers raced over him when those thumbs dug into his waist with firm circles that had tingles racing under his skin. There was a whistling howl of a gust outside that had the screen in the window rattling lightly. The freezing ice striking at the glass. It was, as Hizashi liked to playfully put it, a vibe. A relaxing atmosphere that had him melting on his feet with each slow caress of those soft lips to his. God, he loved this man. He was over the moon with that shared joy from the previous weekend with the corset and garter belt.
He swore that brilliant smile would never fall off of his husband's lips come Sunday morning. There had been a sparkle to his gaze throughout that Sunday that merely inspired that same joy he found there. The bliss that had Hizashi throwing himself into that make believe scenario their daughter created. Listening to her shriek and giggle in the basement as the cats streaked up and down the stairs had been heartwarming. Hearing Hizashi's own giggles mixing in with hers throughout the day had been sweet.
Standing by the back door as the two of them inevitably marched outside where Eri demanded to make a snowman given the rain coming in. Something she predicted would wash away the snow in no time. Watching the two of them out in the snow had been a sweet sight that pulled at heart strings. Hitoshi, however, inevitably tore his attention away for the remainder of that Sunday afternoon for training. For additional advice in helping aid Denki with his ADHD and the tricks that he could possibly use to help with it.
Eating up that afternoon with dinner preparations as his daughter and husband left slick wet trails behind as they trudged inside once more. There had been an unbridled joy when Eri had come to cling onto his hip while he made dinner. When she'd contented herself to curling up on Hizashi's lap for their after movie dinner. Hell, that smile never faulted even as Hizashi watched him readying his duffel for his three nights away. If anything, once they entered work, that euphoria seemed to glow in his husband.
Unmistakable in the bounce to his step or the effortless volume in his cheerful voice when greeting those around them whether it be staff or students. There were spots of color to his cheeks and a sparkle to his gaze that Nemuri seemed all too receptive too. Smirking at him with that knowing, playful sparkle in her gaze had nearly been enough to have him mortified. Ridiculously embarrassed with the reality he knew would be coming from him. It didn't stop the emotions from knocking him off of his feet.
Scrunching his shoulders up to hide his face in his capture weapon at the threat of a blush. Something that had been all too real a threat with her playfully suggestive remarks. All of which Hizashi seemed all too delighted in shooting down for him. It was undeniable that the blonde was overjoyed. Happier than ever when those eyes flickered over to him. The sparkle in them along with those spots of pink were a dead giveaway. He couldn't deny the surge of pride he'd had when he caught that gaze by chance.
When he saw how delighted the blonde was from a distance. Monday night he'd sworn he never felt prouder. Happier that he had made his husband so blatantly giddy. Joyful. It was a rather addicting feeling to know that he'd somehow made his husband happy no matter how big or little the action he did. The sight of Hizashi beaming so effortlessly with those spots of color on his cheeks left him satisfied. It left him giddy with that rush of pride that he'd done that. That he had done it without trying.
All because of a garter belt, corset, and a pretty pair of men's underwear for a night of sex. It had never been hard to make his husband happy like that. Sex or no sex, he knew it was effortless no matter what he did to make his husband beam with such joy. That following Tuesday had been the same as all the others. Rushing out to meet his husband across the frigid parking lot for his coffee that he happily accepted. It was a rush. An absolute delight seeing that unbridled happiness aimed his way throughout the day.
The light nudge of his knee beneath the table before his hand was sneaking under it. Resting on his thigh for the remainder of lunch as his bouncing knee pressed against his. It triggered a giddy delight of his own that he strangled down. A poker face that he knew was much better than his husband's but he couldn't fault the blonde. Other than Nemuri, who cared if he was happy? If the blonde was bouncing on his toes while he taught his lessons? Had that sparkle to his eyes that made them brighter?
Who in the world would care if the blonde suddenly seemed perkier? Was all too delighted in sharing that brimming joy with those around him? It was a sight he never tired of. To see his husband glowing like he had been the previous week had him more than proud. Overjoyed himself at the sight of the pink cheeks and that unmistakable sparkle. Hizashi often forsakes himself for the happiness of those around him. His husband would run himself ragged taking on a load that had never been expected of him.
Would seek to comfort others before he himself was comforted. Made sure that everyone around him was comfortable, happy, and relaxed even while those shoulders scrunched up. And to do something that made his husband happy? To make him beam so brilliantly? It was worth a little embarrassment afterwards. It was worth the mortification of the hours and preparation beforehand. Sexual or nonsexual, the sight of his husband beaming was always a welcomed sight. A delight when he was squeezed close to the blonde.
Smiling lips pressed to his cheek as he was held tightly in that embrace. For as long as he could remember that had always been the goal. To make the blonde happy as he could be. Too many times had his husband forsaken himself. Made himself unhappy for the sake of others. If he could do something, anything, to balance it then he would. And he knew that the sentiment was something that they shared. It was always a treat to see Hizashi over the moon the way he had been countless times now.
Happier than anything with that bounce to his step. An infectious joy that was inevitably spread to those around him. Even if the idea that Nemuri, an outside party, had the smallest glimmer of what went on in their bedroom had mortified him. Embarrassed beyond belief. But it didn't take away from the glow to his husband. It didn't take away from the smug satisfaction that he had done that. Had made his husband glow the way that he was. It was one of those natural highs he loved nothing more than to ride.
It was only that Tuesday afternoon that he had found himself glancing over their list on his laptop. Listening to the blonde chattering at him over their Face Time call next to him. His voice tinny over the speaker while he'd been offhandedly replying. Scanning over the PDF of the paper for an idea. A glimmer of what he wanted to do next. What he wanted to try with his husband. The sight of his husband's neat penmanship next to his own scrawl was a startling contrast. To see how messy his writing was next to his husband's.
At least his wasn't unintelligible. While he'd been looking over that list his eyes had fallen onto an option. One that by name alone he knew would be pricy. One of the more expensive options all for the sake of sex. It had wincing at the thought yet when he'd looked to his phone screen where his husband was happily chattering to him. Waiting for his opportunity to speak up. After bringing it up with the blonde, it was absolutely sweet to watch how his husband's face lit up once he began to hesitantly talk about it.
Oh, the delight he saw on his husband's face at the mention of buying a sex swing had been stunning. The sparkle he got as his husband's mouth dropped open slightly while twitching up into a wide smile had his heart fluttering to recall. The conversation they'd had about the premise of getting one and how much they'd be willing to spend. Where it would go into the bedroom depending on which type. It was only that following Wednesday that he had happily let himself return home for an afternoon visit.
It had taken little time before Hizashi was dragging him to the bedroom. Sitting tucked against his side on the bed as they scrolled through the options of links and websites for a swing. Picking and choosing after looking at the design of it and how much weight it could hold. Looking over the rigging system it would have up in the ceiling or attached to a doorframe. Once they'd found one that they had both liked. Something they both felt content with. It was quickly bought with his card rather than Hizashi's.
Tracking it through his email would make it easier which his husband agreed with all too readily. Hizashi always missed notifications in his email about tracking, shipping and delivery. And once that order was placed with the confirmation in his account it was merely a matter of waiting. The blonde, ever excitable, had been restless the next day. Bouncing his seat once they had returned home with the blonde curled into his side with his head on his shoulder. His lower half a jackhammer as feet dug into the floor to aid that bounce.
He hadn't minded it one bit as they looked over his email. Clicking on the confirmation of shipment email he'd received had his husband fidgeting with that excitement. Three days. Delivery would be on Sunday much to his surprise. However, it meant two days of waiting for the swing rather than a week or two. Two days of Hizashi popping off of the couch to rush towards the front door with the hope of finding the package earlier each time a truck came by. He was more than content to keep an eye on his email.
Keeping an eye on the tracker the website had provided for them both. Watching the progress being made on the shipment while his husband seemed inconsolably excited for it to show up. Always pacing, jumping, and that restless jiggling of Hizashi's knees seemed to be infectious. Had him on edge for the delivery as well. Two days of holding their breath until the day of delivery. Hizashi had been pacing the house like a starving wolf waiting for the trucks to come by. Restless as he flew from one door to the next.
Forgetting how impossible it'd be for the package to be left at the backdoor when the backyard was filled with snow. When it had arrived on their doorstep, his husband all but shrieked with his quirk amplifying it. Echoing in the winter air along with their house prompting him to rush down the hall. Far too loud for his liking. It was something he'd emphasized through gritted teeth at his husband to be quieter. However, the excitement of it was infectious. Absolutely contagious when he looked to his husband.
Felt that fluttering excitement each time he saw that bright, pink cheeked face. It was from there that Hizashi had promised to get the swing set up by Thursday for them to try should he be in the mood. A way to kick March off properly. It was a joke that had him grinning at the blonde when he said it. A hilarious conversation when the blonde continued with smaller jokes like it. He liked the idea of starting the new month off with something new. He had not a problem with the idea of waiting a few short days to try it.
A low hum pulled him out of his thoughts when he felt the blonde pulling backwards. Easing away to which he pressed against the back of his head lightly again coaxing him forward. Moving his lips against the blonde's as hands slid along his waist, he held a bunched up fistful of his sweater to his left hand. Tightening his arms around his shoulders to keep him close. Had he been lost in his thoughts longer than he realized? He had not a clue. It was so easy to get caught up in his own head during moments like these.
To marvel over every little moment that brought him here. Another soft hum left his husband as lips slid against his. The quiet whispering of lips filling that space that mixed in with the brushing of Hizashi's hands along his waist. The soft press of those lips had him sighing out as they slid against his. There was a pelting strike of rain at the window that came with a gust of wind. Rattling the screen lightly as another sheet of the icy rain struck the window in sheets. There was a shift before there was a renewed push.
Pressing him back firmly to the counter that dug into his lower back with a dull ache. It had tingles racing under his skin as he curled his fingers to grip at that half bun in a tight pull. It had his husband shuddering against him when he felt another push against him. Pinning him firmly to the counter tore a quiet groan out of him when lips pressed firmer to his. Harder. It had his breath trembling out of him on a rush as he happily returned that hard press. That firm slide that had that sharp smack ringing out.
Mixing in with quiet, shaking breaths being taken. The striking rain at the window. The brush of palms over his waist before they paused to move thumbs in those soothing circles into him. Shivers raced up his back at the firm press as fingers dug into his waist. How long had he been standing here? They'd come out for another coffee, hadn't they? Something to perk him up enough to get through dinner before Hitoshi brought Eri home. Who had moved first? Leaned in towards the other first? Did it truly matter?
It was hard to remember when the firm slide of those soft lips against his made it hard to focus. He didn't care how it started only that he was here now. He had those soft lips sliding against his firmly with that heat flickering idly under his skin. Sliding his left arm from around the blonde, he lowered it down. Wrapping it around his waist instead. Holding the blonde tightly against him as that ache radiated up his back. There was a shift from his husband before a leg was wiggling its way between both of his.
The action sent another wave of tingles under his skin. Excitement to twist viciously into his chest as his stomach dropped from the sudden surge. He bunched a fistful of his sweater to his palm as he rested his hand against his lower back. Tightening his arm when hands moved upwards to push his shirt up as palms swept up his sides. Coming back down to his waist as a thigh grazed lightly against his groin with the proximity. A wiggle being made that had it pressing firmly against him in a comfortable fit.
He squeezed his thighs to Hizashi's. Humming softly at the slow circuit Hizashi made up his sides down to his waist repeatedly to which he sighed out. An echoing sigh left his husband as the sharp smacks of their moving lips carried effortlessly in the quiet room. He could hear a few faint bells of collars from another room. It was so quiet it weighed on his ears. Something that, in the past, he had found comforting when he'd wait for Hizashi to come home. When he'd come home to find the blonde sprawled out in bed.
When he'd be asleep on the couch. Hunched over the table. Nails grazed over his waist when the hard press of those lips on his changed ever so slightly. His lower lip was pulled between the blonde's with a light suck followed by a light nibble that had a shiver running down his back. A different move to get what he wanted but fuck if it wasn't effective. There was another soft suck to his lower lip before it was released allowing him to part his lips. Opening his mouth when lips came back down on his in a firm press.
A short sigh fanning over his cheek as he moved his tongue to meet the blonde's. A playful touch of Hizashi's to his before it was sliding forward with a click of that piercing off of his teeth. Allowing him to nudge the smooth metal ball of it delighted as hands swept down to knead at his waist. Trembling breaths fanning over his warming cheek as he tightened his grip on the bun in his grip. Pulling lightly at it. Swirling his tongue against the blonde's piercing with those hands kneading at him had him shivering.
Melting against the blonde as he pressed tightly against him. It was absolutely amazing. He could happily stand here pinned against the kitchen counter for hours. Spend the rest of their time alone together just like this with the blonde's breath fanning over his cheek in tremors. Shortening ever so slightly as lips slid and shaped to his. Curving to fit perfectly with his own as the sharp smacks rang out to fill that silence. To have the warmth of Hizashi soaking into him despite the rain pelting at the window with its frigid ice.
The silky touch of the blonde's hair held in his hand in what he hoped created a light, consistent pull on it. Flicking his tongue at the blonde's earned him a sharp exhale from his husband when he gave a squeeze to the leg between his again. Releasing his hold on the sweater he had bunched up. He slid it downwards earning himself a hitching breath from his husband. Shuddering on its way out as Hizashi twisted his tongue with his with a low, encouraging sound leaving him. A sound that trembled in its pitch.
Eager when he flicked his fingers over the waistband of the sweatpants he'd chosen to change into for once. Lifting them up then letting them flip back to the blonde's waist before sliding his hand down over the fabric. Sliding his hand down over his ass had his husband shuddering against him with another encouraging sound leaving the blonde. And he happily gave in to that quiet desire of his husband's. All too delighted in grabbing at his husband with a hard, strong squeeze that had the blonde squirming against him.
Moaning out in that deafening pitch as nails dragged over his waist fiercely. It had him groaning under his breath at the painful dig of the counter edge into his lower back. A dull pain radiating up his back but fuck if he didn't love it. If he didn't love that tight, pinned position against the counter as he squeezed at his husband's ass. Twisting his tongue with the blonde's as another, lower moan spilled out of his husband. A throaty pitch that had his stomach flipping when he dug his fingers into him with another squeeze.
Jerking at him to keep the blonde pressed close, close, close. It had the blonde huffing out sharply sending a shiver down his back as he moved his hand from its grip on his husband's bun. Smoothing it over the locks left spilling over his upper back as he twirled a few thicker locks around his fingers. Tugging at them sharply had the blonde whining in that shrill pitch. Piercing. God. It had that smoldering heat flashing in a burst under his skin. He flicked at that piercing before Hizashi was undulating his tongue up.
Rubbing that bottom ball over his tongue had him whining out himself into the kiss as hands squeezed at his waist before a hand lifted upwards. Skimming over his waist and side lightly with the fabric of his sweater bunching up before it was smoothed out. Lifting it up to brush up along his upper arm before moving over his shoulder. Cupping the side of his neck with his thumb pressing to his jaw. A sharp exhale leaving himself as he felt his husband's breaths shortening over his cheek. Racing with that mounting excitement.
Shivers raced down his back as his toes curled against the warm tiles beneath him. Hizashi then began moving his thumb to rub circles into his jaw that had his breath hitching with a quiet whine in the back of his throat tearing out of him. Clinging onto his husband as quick, firm circles were rubbed into his jaw as lips slid against his. A hard press to get his lips tingling much like the rest of him. Listening to that quiet click of jewelry clicking off of teeth had heat flickering underneath his skin. Sinking low to smolder along his bones.
A low heat that promised of to rip up into that raging heat soon enough. Waiting for the chance to burn him up the second it could. He let out a whimper when the blonde squeezed at his waist with the remaining hand on him. Giving a playful flick of his tongue was answered with a massaging slide of the blonde's to his own. A fast breath fanned over his cheek as he moved his tongue up to rub against Hizashi's. Listening to the click of the blonde's piercing hitting off of teeth with the eager movement.
Tightening his hands on his husband when he pulled back from the kiss with a shuddering breath being taken in unison. Rushing out of him in a short huff as he chased after the blonde's lips with a whine. Earning him the delight of having them come down once, twice, three times in pecks. Sharp smacks ringing out with each one when Hizashi pulled back before he could deepen that fourth. A shuddering exhale left the blonde then as he forced his lashes to lift up. God, his husband was absolutely stunning.
The blush smothering itself over his freckled cheek was a lovely shade of red. The freckles melting into the color as blonde lashes fluttered in a fast blink. Those pupils were blown wide reducing the irises to thin rings of color as they flicked over him. Hizashi's glasses slipped down his nose slightly then prompting him to move his hand from its place on his back. He lifted it up to fix the red frames on his husband's face. Taking notice of the looser positioning of his husband's left hearing aid. When had it gotten loose?
He hummed on a breathless note as he lifted his fingers up to push delicately at it to get it back into place. Doing his best to keep from overwhelming his husband with the sound. Drifting his fingertips lightly over the edge of his ear earned him a shudder from Hizashi as he let his gaze flick to his right ear. The corners of the blonde's mouth twitched before his lips quirked up into that soft, warm smile. His thumb rolling circles into his jaw when he let out a trembling breath. It was sickening the effects it had on him.
How it made his heart skip wildly in his chest to break up that sprinting speed briefly. Choking him from the flutter of his stomach at the adoration he found in that smile. It was a sweet smile. Softer than the usual brilliant and sparkling smiles when his husband was at work. The one he used on the public during in interviews. This was softer. Adoring. It was a smile meant for him as he drifted his fingers over the shell of his ear again. He then curled his arm back to pluck up a few soft locks of hair that he curled around his fingers.
Smiling softly back at his husband who dug his fingers into his waist gently. A squeeze that had his stomach dropping airily with an intensity to leave him sick. Nauseated from wild reactions his body seemed all too delighted in giving to the causal touches of his husband. That thumb abandoning circles to caress the edge of his jaw to slide in soothing strokes instead. He could stand here all day long. Marveling over the sight of his husband so close to him he could count those freckles. Admiring that flushed face.
"You're so goddamn pretty, Zashi." It was a startling contrast to the silence to suddenly mumble out loud. As if the sound of his own voice was far too much in the silence of the kitchen, yet he didn't mind it. Not when that warm smile was melting him to his core as he tugged gently on a few locks of hair wrapped around his fingers. A fresh blush rushed up to his cheeks in a tingle when the blonde's warm smile widened. "What? Why are you smiling like that?"
"It's just nice to hear my husband call me pretty, you know?" Oh, it sent shivers down his back at that low pitch when the blonde murmured back. Not quite husky yet it had his skin raising with goosebumps beneath his sweater as he tightened his arms around the blonde. "To know that you find me so unbearably pretty is a confidence boost I didn't know I needed! Poor you, huh? Dealing with such a pretty husband."
"I wouldn't say unbearably pretty given that I can bear it. Though I supposed having a pretty husband has its perks and faults." A chuckle left the blonde as he leaned in with lips pressing to the right side of his jaw as that thumb continued its slow back and forth over the left side. Tingles raced down his back as his breath hitched only to quiver on its way out. "But I'd say you're beautiful rather than unbearably pretty. Stunning, even, because you are. Or should I say handsome? Breathtaking?"
"Beautiful, pretty, cute, handsome all mean the same thing, doesn't it? I don't care what you use, baby, because it doesn't matter! I call you beautiful all the time so surely if it doesn't bother you then you know it doesn't bother me! You call me it all the time, don't you? Why would I find offense to it now?" Shivers. The soft puffs of air as he murmured against his jaw had his stomach flipping when the blonde kissed his jaw again.
"You never know when something might be taken the wrong way." Tightening the locks of hair he had wrapped around his fingers, he let out a bark of laughter when the blonde's nipped at his jaw with that playfulness. "How ridiculous is this? I'm making out with my husband in the kitchen of all places and having a debate on compliments. What has my life come too?"
"I don't know, Shouta, what has your life come too, huh?" Lips peppered over his jaw with kisses that had the corners of his mouth twitching before he let his lips tilt up into a grin. Another playful nip to his jaw was given when his hand slid along his waist in a caress. Tingles raced under his skin with each brushing caress of his husband's palm. "Standing in the kitchen of a house you own while kissing your unbelievably pretty husband must be such a downwards spiral, isn't it? Such a tragedy!"
"Oh, you know it is. A tragedy that my husband thinks he's unbelievably pretty is quite a narcissistic claim." Pulling on the blonde locks around his fingers playfully had the blonde snickering at him when he snorted at the vibrations it created below his jaw. Soft kisses placed beneath it before Hizashi was moving backwards with those slow, intentional kisses. Growing firmer in the press the farther they moved back with that intent to make him focus. Pay attention to their path. "It's a torture unbeknownst to man to suffer this, Zashi, don't you know?"
"What an unbelievably cruel life you lead, Sho!" God. Shivers raced down his back as he dragged his teeth over his lower lip. Biting at it as the corner of his mouth twitched to spread that grin wider at the dry, sarcastic tone of his husband's. So low in his ear as that hand shifted to trail fingertips along the waistband of his sweatpants. "But I think you like this "torture unbeknownst to man" and all your suffrage, don't you? I'm honestly thinking you're starting it like it and me, baby!"
"I would never." A low giggle had him shivering when fingers tugged at the waistband of his pants only to let it flip back into place against his waist. His breath hitched when Hizashi traced his fingers forward to tug at the brim of them with his thigh lifting up to press against him firmly. Using a light grind he couldn't help a hissing breath at when he tightened his hands on the blonde earning himself a shuddering breath against his ear. "You're insufferable, Hizashi, you know that? Driving me fucking crazy all the time!"
"And yet I don't hear you complaining!" The blonde nipped at his earlobe with a click of jewelry hitting off of his teeth. Fingertips drifting backwards after letting the waistband flip back up against him with those tingles rushing under his skin. Another, sharper bite was given to his earlobe before the blonde moved up. "God, I love you, baby! Tell me, do you wanna go back to the living room? Or do you want to do something else?"
"Love you too, Zashi." It got him a squeeze on his waist at his breathless, murmured reply as that thigh ground itself up lightly with a pressure to get his toes curling against the floor again. Fidgeting restlessly when his dick gave a twitch of interest at the heat smoldering under his skin. Taking its time twisting into him until he was breathless under the arousal. The tight twist of desire that gripped his bones leaving him aching. Wanting. "What would something else imply if we don't go back to the living room?"
"Well, I don't know about you, but I want you to come to bed with me. I want you, Shouta." It never failed to have heat flashing under his skin to hear that declaration. To have Hizashi's voice pitched lowly in that murmur against his ear like that. To have his hand tracing his waist as his lips tingled from the previous kisses only to hear the blonde to admit that arousal. That he wanted him. "I have the swing set up but if you want to relax, baby, tell me, okay? I know what I want but I need to know what you want."
What did he want? Teeth nipped at the tip of his ear sharply paired with an upwards grind of that thigh had his breath trembling out of him in a rush. Shuddering when nails grazed lightly over his waist before hands squeezed at him with that renewed press had the counter digging into his back. The slow caress of his thumb along his jaw. The sandalwood scent of his husband's cologne, albeit faint, being dragged down with each breath he took. Dizzy. "You. I-I want you too, Zashi. Before the kids come home. I want you now."
"Well, we certainly have plenty of time for it! You're sure you want too? I don't want you to feel pressured to go with what I want, baby, if you're tired. I know today wasn't the easiest on you in terms of your patience and not to mention physically." His husband wasn't wrong. Today certainly hadn't been easy on him but that didn't mean he could let himself indulge. Let himself lose an hour or so in the blonde. Hizashi pulled back then with that soft smile on his lips. "Sex isn't a top priority your nights home. We can wait, baby."
"Hizashi, I am more than fine to have sex with you if I want too!" That smile twitched when he flipped a few blonde locks of hair between his fingers as hand squeezed him gently. His thumb sliding in that slow stroke when he cleared his throat lightly at the rush of warmth from that soothing caress. Licking his lips, he took a breath before meeting that gaze. "Look, I know I'm tired on Thursdays. I'm tired now but that doesn't mean I want you any less. I've been thinking about the swing all week and I want to just try it."
"I understand perfectly, baby! If you lose interest then don't you be scared to tell me, alright? I won't be made, upset, or resentful if you change your mind once we get to the bedroom." Melting. God, he could melt. He was a damn fool for this man. An absolute fool who would trip over his feet for the opportunity just to touch him whether it was sexually or not. To be under that adoring gaze. "How about you just look at it first, yeah? See if you want to go through the hassle of going up into it?"
"I'd say that's more than fair. Let's go- Hizashi!"
The soft smile on his husband's lips burst into a smirk as he was pulled away from the counter. Heaved up into his husband's arms as his feet swung over the floor to which he jerked his legs up. Curling his kicking feet around his husband's thighs. His hands had jerked away from their holds frantically to grab onto the deep blue sweater. Clutching fistfuls to his hands when he slipped slightly only to have Hizashi heave him up in a bounce with a grunt. He adjusted the positioning of both his legs and his hands on the blonde.
Watching Hizashi beam with pride. Arms curling under him to keep him held up securely to the blonde's chest. His legs shifted to have wrapped around his waist as he clutched at his sweater. Swallowing a yelp when the blonde spun on his feet away from the counter. Hizashi leaned in to press a fluttering kiss to his chest. Above his sprinting heart as he tightened his arms around his husband's shoulders. Clinging onto the blonde, he leaned in to press his lips to a freckled cheek as Hizashi began to walk forward briskly.
Carefully when there was a jingle of a cat collar yet it didn't deter the soft thumps of his feet. He pressed another kiss to the blonde's flushed cheek. Another. Pecking over the smatterings of freckles that always begged for kisses. Gave his husband that cute charm that pulled at his heart viciously. Targeting red cheeks and the darker smatterings along the bridge of his nose. Soft pecks that had Hizashi humming with a wild giggle ending it when he kissed the tip of his nose. Dipping his head down to target the blonde's jaw.
Placing soft kisses that had arms tightening around and beneath him. A hitching breath when he made his way backwards to nip sharply at his earlobe with a click of his jewelry lining it. Coming up to bite gently at the tip of his ear without dislodging his hearing aid. It had his husband shuddering beneath his arms as the blonde flew down their small hallway. Clicking his tongue sharply with a hiss of air between his teeth at a cat that had to be winding around his feet. With an instinctive glance down he saw a streak of brown.
Rushing away from them with a light thud of paws. Twix. Pulling his gaze away, he hummed softly as he bit softly at the shell of his husband's ear again. Earning him a trembling breath from his husband when he felt an arm stretch out. Working with the bedroom doors open enough to squeeze the both of them in. Moving awkwardly to avoid dropping him, to which he tightened his arms and legs to lessen that worry. He dipped his head down to press his lips in a kiss down below the blonde's ear softly.
Crawling them down in a trail along the side of his husband's neck earning himself another shudder. Twitching as the doors thudded shut behind them. A crack of wood hitting together as the blonde fumbled behind him blindly. It was quiet save for the trembling breaths being taken by the both of them. The quiet throb of his heartbeat in his ears. Trailing kisses to his shoulder when he heard the light click of their door lock flipping into place. And then Hizashi was rushing forward with long, brisk steps.
Hizashi's feet thumped on the floor as he felt lips press to his own shoulders. The warmth as Hizashi's head turned before lips were pressing to the side of his neck softly. It didn't take many more steps before the blonde was bending forward to lay him onto the bed with a light bounce of the mattress. The press of the blonde over him was nowhere near that tight pin against the kitchen counter yet he felt just as breathless. Excited. Lips trailed up his neck to his jaw. He then straightened his head up over the blanket.
His hair rustling over it as kisses were pressed to his cheek. Hizashi was so warm. A heavy weight that had him whining quietly when lips pressed to the corner of his mouth. Prompting his lips to part slightly. Buzzing with that quiet desire twisting to the surface with the threat of ripping him apart. Tearing into him viciously. A quiet, back of the throat whine left him again as he tugged at the blonde. Holding him down tightly to his chest as another kiss was given to the corner of his mouth. A breath rushing over his cheek.
A shuddering breath rushed out of himself when Hizashi shifted against him. And then lips were coming down to cover his again. Sliding against his with that slow speed to get his sprinting heart skipping at the touch of those soft, warm lips against his. So unbelievably soft as his lips melted to shape and curve to Hizashi's. Felt Hizashi's shaping and melting against his. Filling the smaller gaps as they slid against his with a whisper coming with each kiss. Fitting together comfortably with each slide of their lips.
The light smack had him tightening his legs slightly around his husband's waist. Digging his heels into his lower back to keep him close. Soaking up the warmth and feel of him as he tightened his arms around him in another squeeze. Moving his lips with Hizashi's, he could feel that adoration from minutes ago. The desire bubbling in the blonde as a hand slid along his thigh. A slow up and down caresses when he released his tight hold on the blonde's sweater. Reaching up to curl blonde locks around his fingers.
Pulling at them lightly had his husband shivering above him. A hum leaving the blonde as he tightened his locks in his grip as lips pressed down firmly to his. Abandoning that soft touch rather quickly much to his delight as a sigh fanned over his cheek in a trembling exhale. Felt the light nudge of his husband's glasses against his face. God, he could melt into the bed. Become a puddle at this man's feet if he isn't careful. He twisted the fingers of his right hand into Hizashi's sweater in a tight grasp as he moved his lips.
The light, quiet sound filling the silence around them effortlessly as it had in the kitchen. It was exciting. Thrilling to know that just behind him draped over the bathroom door was the swing in question. It was a simplistic design that allowed it to be used on the back of a closed door. Two soft grips for his hands and two loops for his feet or knees to rest in given the position that they used with it. A seat for him to sit in should they do this the traditional way one would use a sex swing as they would.
Give the swing a more in depth look before they decided to buy it. From what he remembered off the top of his head the swing came in a set with a few other pieces. Cross lock cuffs, calf straps and thigh straps. Had there been an additional pair of handcuffs? He couldn't remember. Couldn't bring it to mind. Not when he had soft lips sliding against his in kisses that had his skin flickering with heat. Had it twisting before sinking down to grab at his bones with an ache that left him breathless under its grip.
The faint trace of his husband's cologne came with each trembling breath he took much to his delight. God, he loved the combination of his husband's soaps and cologne. Making that delightful, amazing scent long since familiar. Comfortable. It was a familiarity that had his stomach fluttering as he listened to the sharp smack of their moving lips. They were so soft. He'd never understand how Hizashi got his lips so soft. So warm. In the past there had been moments he'd worried his own were too dry for his husband to like.
Too chapped. However, it was never seemed to be a problem for his husband. There never seemed to be a genuinely negative complaint. Sighing out through his nose, he tugged lightly on the locks of hair he had around his fingers. He stretched out the fingers of his right hand to pluck at the fabric of his sweater before tugging at it lightly. Pulling it up when the hand on his thigh paused to squeeze at him with a soft hum leaving his husband. And he plucked at his sweater again before tugging to pull it up again.
Inching the fabric up his husband's back before stretching his hand down to brush his fingertips over the warmth of his skin. Goosebumps rose under his touch as Hizashi shivered above him. Lips pressing down against his with a renewed strength. Harder. It had his stomach flipping before knotting with that excitement as the blonde swept his hand along his thigh again. A slow circuit to make the skin beneath it to tingle. He squirmed only to feel the blonde pressing down tightly against him to which he groaned lowly.
He had not a clue what was so thrilling about it but he loved it when the blonde pins him down. Against the kitchen counter as he was, the bed, or the wall. It was absolutely exciting to have Hizashi crowd him with hands trailing over him. When he had lips on his with that firm press as they slid against his. It was an excitement that had his heart stumbling with sickening, hard beats against his chest that had his breath shaking on an exhale. He gave a sharp pull on the blonde locks that had his husband whining.
Muffled by the kiss as he fanned his left hand out on the warmth of his skin. Sliding his hand down with a soft whisper of his dry palm over the soft skin of his husband's to which the blonde arched. Pinning him down much to his delight as he yanked at the blonde locks in his grasp again. Felt the hand on his thigh clenching in a hard squeeze. Shivers raced up his back when the blonde then shifted his footing slightly before hips were angling down. Pressing tightly against his with an idle rolling grind against him.
He was helpless against that urge to join in with that grinding. A useless fight he didn't want to indulge in. Arching his hips up to press against the blonde's, he moved them up to follow along with his husband. Shortening breaths fanning over his cheek as he slid his hand along the warmth of his husband's upper back before lifting it upwards. Drifting his fingertips over a shoulder blade before grabbing at the fabric of that deep blue sweater to yank at it. Pulling it up towards the back of his neck to give him more area.
However, it prompted him to move his right hand up closer to the blonde's bun. Tugging at his sweater once more before sliding his hand down fan his fingers over the softness of his skin. God, Hizashi was so soft. Lips, skin, hair. It was all so nice against him as he was pinned down to the bed. He could feel his husband warming with that increasing heat beneath his palm. Humming quietly, he slid his hand over that space between his shoulder blades in a lazy caress. God, he couldn't get enough of Hizashi.
So simplistic to have those lips pressing down hard against his with that slow slide. One that he was more than happy to reply too. Grinding his hips up eagerly against the blonde had an encouraging groan flying out of the man. The hand on his thigh tightening in its hold on him with fingers digging in. So many nights did he wonder how this would go. What they would do when it came time to trying the swing. How they would do it. When they'd do it and what would be the trigger? The moment that allowed them to try?
He grazed his nails lazily over the blonde's upper back as he flicked his fingers down as far as he could reach. Careless drags of his nails over his skin before sliding his hand back up had his husband squirming above him. Twisting in arches that pinned him down tightly to the bed with a pressure he couldn't help moaning out delightedly at. Squirming beneath his husband with a twist of excitement at the rush of tingles it sent under his skin. Pooling into his stomach to feed into the ache knotting there.
Spreading down to his groin as he ground himself up against the blonde who kept that tight press against him. Moving faster. Following along with that speed, he used a trace of strength behind the grazing of his nails over the blonde's upper back. Pressing down firmly, he loved the low groan it got him from his husband when he squeezed his legs around his slender waist. Clutching at him to keep the tight press that fed into the pooling pleasure. A sensation that went hand-in-hand with that arousal.
God, he loves the feel of Hizashi pressed tightly against him. The feel of the blonde's slender proportions fitting against him as he held onto him. Limbs having long since bowed and shaped to hold the blonde tightly against him from years spent together. Years spent growing accustomed to one another. Shaping until they fit together snugly. As close to perfectly as he could imagine it being. He groaned low in his throat when the blonde pressed his hips down harder to his own causing them to waver down.
Drooping closer to the bed with the threat to pin him down. It had his dick twitching with excitement as he pulled sharply at Hizashi's hair. Tearing a moan out of the blonde with hips bucking against him. A thrust that had him squirming with that groan clawing up in volume at the tail-end. Trembling when the blonde slid that squeezing hand along his thigh up towards his hip. Nails grazing over the waistband of his sweatpants where they flicked playfully at it. Pulling the fabric away before letting it flip back into place.
A tease that was made all too abundant when Hizashi dipped his fingers down past the waistband to trail his fingertips over his hip. Pulling away when he arched up with a shallow jiggle as an eager whimper flew out of him. An awful tease is all it was. Another thrust of hips against him had his dick twitching as he squeezed his thighs against the blonde's waist with an instinctive rub. Squirming when the blonde moaned at the flexing squeeze when he was pulling back with lips breaking away from his with a sharp smack.
Gasping in a trembling breath when Hizashi lifted himself up enough to begin tugging his sweater up. Hips paused given the awkward grind it gave from the change in position. However, he happily followed along with the blonde as he reached down to grab at the hem of his long sleeve pajama top. He wriggled and arched against the blanket with a grunt as he worked the fabric up. Keeping an eye on his husband as inch by inch of skin was revealed. Something that he happily, giddily stared at shamelessly.
The low set of his own sweatpants that allowed him to gawk at the dusting of blonde hair beneath his navel. The expanse of his toned stomach. The glimpse he got of the blonde curls of hair covering his chest with piercings winking at him from the light pouring through the window. Up, up, up allowing him to gawk at the scrawl of his name across Hizashi's collar bone. God, he knew that Hizashi had found the tattoo on his hip hot. Knew it perfectly when he got it but he hadn't understood just how hot it was.
Not until he had been staring at his own name glowing in black ink on his husband's skin. Stunned that Valentine's Day night when he first saw it. When the blonde was happily parading around with those low neck blouses of his. It was fucking hot. So unbelievably attractive as he gawked at the skin revealed to him that he let his gaze wander over. Soft skin covered in scars and freckles alike. Scars that could match the ones that resided in a patchwork over his own skin from the years spent in training.
Years spent in hero work. He felt a light tap on the back of his hand prompting him to move his hands up. To finish working his pajama top up over his head with a grunt. He felt Hizashi shifting over followed by the gentle grind of the drawer being pulled open. The light rattle as items were shoved at only to hit off of the wall with a clatter. Digging. It had his heart jumping sickeningly in his chest at the thought of what his husband could be searching for. What he'd see waiting on the blanket when he got this damn thing off.
Where was a wrinkle followed by the drawer being snapped shut. A fidget from his husband as he heard the light sound of items being tossed onto the bed. Landing God knows where when fingertips drifted over his chest as he ripped his shirt up off of his head. Combing through the curls of hair there before hands were fanning over his skin. Sliding down to his stomach with that touch as fingers curled in a light scratch. Muscles jumped in a vicious quiver at the warm touch of his husband's hands sliding towards his waist.
Fingertips trailing over the waistband of his sweatpants as he threw his shirt off to the side. Where it landed, he didn't care. Couldn't possibly care when the blonde was smirking down at him with that blazing gaze flicking over him. Eating him up with his eyes alone. It had his stomach flipping as he let his back fall against the bed with fingers brushing along his waist. Palms sliding over his stomach as hands swept up his chest to which he arched up instinctively. Pressing into those soft hands when Hizashi bent down.
Moving towards him again. Blonde locks slithering over freckled shoulders to sway down. The ends brushing over his skin with that ticklish sensation as he eagerly tipped his face up. Whining when lips came down on his with a hard press to send a tingle down his back as they slid against his. The sharp smack of that first kiss had him shivering as he rested his hands on the blonde's shoulders with a squeeze. It had a shuddering breath fanning over his cheek when he slid his hands down over Hizashi's upper arms.
Ghosting his fingertips lightly over them before bringing them to rest on Hizashi's chest. Fanning his fingers down through the blonde curls of hair on his husband's chest. There was nothing he loved more than when the blonde allowed those curls of hair to grow on his chest again. He'd never been more overjoyed than when his husband had agreed to stop waxing it. For as much as he adored the smooth touch of his waxed chest there was something better about this. About the wiry, ticklish curls of blonde hair being there.
He curled his fingers to scratch lightly at his husband to which a shuddering breath to rush over his cheek. Shortening breaths carrying a hitching whine when he slid his hands over him. Moving towards the sides with fingers brushing out blindly as hips arched down to press tightly against him again. Exhaling sharply as he arched his hips up, he slid his palms over the warmth of Hizashi's skin. Felt the pounding heartbeats of his husband's heart when he flicked his fingers carelessly over the blonde's pierced nipples.
Shortening breaths hitched when Hizashi arched his back down into his hands. Whining shrilly at him as lips slid against him with a slowly increasing speed. That passion, that desire bled into the kiss with a heat that had him squirming with an answering passion. Lust. Desire. All without needing that fast, frantic kiss yet. It was something he absolutely loves. When Hizashi took his time kissing him with that slow speed. It allowed the desire, passion, and lust to bleed slowly like an undercurrent into it.
Making itself abundant before they began to move faster. Press harder. To be kissed like his husband was going to devour him is an experience all on its own. A sensation that had him all too eager to welcome those kisses from Hizashi. He poured himself into that kiss with a giddy excitement as he rocked his hips up in a grind against the blonde. His own shortening breaths hitching when he felt Hizashi's hips pressing down to follow along with his movement. Shivering as a hand slid up his thigh towards his waist.
Up along his side with that featherlight brush that had him squirming. Whining up at his husband who merely whimpered back at him with that ear ringing, unmistakable excitement. He flicked his fingers carelessly over the blonde's nipples before fanning his hands out. Sliding his thumbs in an idle slide. Flicking lazily over his nipples with the chilled metal of the piercings beneath his thumbs with each flick. There was a huff against his cheek when Hizashi thrusted down against him with a surprising strength.
Breaking up the grinding rhythm they had but God, he didn't mind it one bit. Not when he thrusted up against the blonde tearing a wild moan out of the man. A shudder when he rubbed his thighs against his husband's waist with a whimper leaving him at the volley of twitches his dick gave. The twitches of his husband's own clothed dick as hips pressed down until his lower half was on the bed. Shivering at the tight circles of Hizashi's grinding rhythm that he threw himself into following with that same circular motion.
It had that heat flashing in a burst under his skin leaving him squirming. Twisting eagerly at the careless brush of fingers trailing over his side with the sharp smacks of their lips moving together rang out. The shortening, racing breaths fanning over hot cheeks. The rustle of the blanket beneath him as he squirmed with his hair rubbing over it. The quiet throb of his racing heart throbbing in his ears. It was a rush. Excitement twisting hand-in-hand with that flaming lust as heat clawed beneath the surface of his skin.
Left him restless under their strangle holds as fingertips brushed lazily up and down his side. Along his waist. He slid his own thumbs in lazy flicks over Hizashi's nipples which were slowly but surely perking up underneath them. Hardening with each lazy flick he gave much to his delight as the blonde squirmed above him. Twisting down with hips giving shallow thrusts with that unspoken eagerness with a whine leaving the blonde. Grinding down fiercely against him when his dick twitched excitedly.
He was hot. Burning. Sizzling beneath Hizashi as he flicked his thumbs once more over the hardened nipples before bringing his fingers together. Pinching at them with a firm squeeze had the blonde moaning down at him with that ringing eagerness. Encouragement. He tightened his pinch earning himself a buck of hips against him in a thrust that had him moaning back at his husband. Squirming with a thrust back when nails dragged over his waist fiercely leaving burning lines behind. Oh, it was fucking good.
Lips crushed themselves to his without that need to press on the back of his hand. To bury his fingers in the golden blonde locks. Tugging at his nipples sharply had a keening, wild moan leaving his husband as his jerked in frantic thrusts against him. Nudging him lightly over the blanket faintly to which he couldn't help a throaty groan at. His dick giving yet another volley of twitches when he felt that rush. Grinding himself up eagerly against Hizashi with another groan flying out of him as he pinched at the blonde's nipples.
Twisting back and forth lightly while that blood surged down. Burning. It was a sensation he swore allowed him to feel that gush of blood through his veins. Feel the burn of it. It was an amazing rush as his dick twitched before it began to harden. A throaty groan left his husband when hips ground down against him with a sudden strength. One that had him moaning at his husband enthusiastically as lips slid against his faster. An increase that changed the intermittent, sharp smacking of moving lips.
Changing to a consistent sound that melted into the smaller ones. Something easily forgettable as he ground his hips up against Hizashi eagerly. Using that same hard press that had the blonde groaning in a snapping, guttural pitch. Rasping on its way out. Ohhh, he loves that pitch. It had him tingling as he ground himself up against the blonde with not a drop of shame. Grinding up against the blonde had sparks of heat racing up his back that pooled into that pleasure. Pressing harder against his husband.
Feeding into the heat that ripped under his skin when hips jerked down in a thrust. Keeping that hard press against him with tight circles that he was eager to follow. Copy as he tightened his legs around the blonde with his heels digging into the blonde's lower back. Groaning out in unison with his husband as his hardening dick twitched at the pressure being given. The friction that had drops of pre-come soaking into his boxers in what would become a wet patch soon. Shivers raced down his back.
His racing breaths hitched when he tightened his fingers on the blonde's nipples in a hard, fierce pinch. It tore a shout out of his husband followed by that frantic jerking of hips against him. Frenzied thrusts with a jolt running over his husband at the twisting arch against him. Short, huffing breaths flying out of him when the blonde gave him a few more of those hard kisses. Ones that had his teeth throbbing. His lips aching. Tingling. It was an addictive kiss that he threw himself into with that passion.
Lust. The sizzling heat that left him breathless under the heat of it fed with each slide of their lips together. A smack that rang out with their trembling, racing breaths as quiet back of the throat whines left his husband. His own quiet sounds leaving him at intervals that merely spurred his husband to rip those louder sounds out of him. The both of them. Shivering as he increased the strength of that hard pinch on his nipples. Hips ground down against him with the hard, tight circles that had him moaning out.
Muffled under the groan flying out of Hizashi that had the smaller items in their bedroom rattling. The picture frame. The set up of the swing on the door. God knows what else. It had his stomach fluttering excitedly as he copied that hard grinding giddily. Exhilarated at the twitches of the blonde's erection he got from his simple actions. Tugging at his nipples sharply had the blonde moaning deafeningly into the kiss before he was shifting down. Catching his lower lip with both of his to pull into his mouth with a gentle suck.
Nibbling down on it with a brush of his tongue across it. It sent tingles racing down to that twisting ache seemed intent on ripping him apart. Had his erection twitching as he flinched at the dampness to his boxers from the drops of pre-come. His hips jiggled up against the blonde who released that suction on his lower lip to give him a peck. Then another. Another, another, another until he was pulling back as he whined. Tightening his grip on those pierced nipples with a twist that had his husband howling.
A pitch that had his ears throbbing with a pain he couldn't help a groan at when he heard a splinter. A crack of glass that had him growling as he released his hold on the piercing nipples. Giving a flick at them, he reached up to grab at his husband's shoulder as that howl cut off on a choked intake of air when the blonde looked down at him. Oh. Oh, oh, he fucking loves that look to his husband. The heat he could see blazing in that gaze. Promising to devour him up. Looking at him with such desire.
There was a lust that had his heart skipping over its pounding beats. A hungry, lustful look that had him squirming with a whine. He pulled at Hizashi's shoulders to get him down lower. Press tightly to him again when hips pulled away from that tight, hard grinding that had sparks of heat rushing up his back. God, he felt absolutely giddy with that rush. Heat sizzling up his back that had him squirming against the blanket. Rustling over the blanket with a shrill whine with hips bucking up to search for that friction.
"Do yo-you want to go in the swing, baby? Be-Because I'm absolutely down for trying it! Are you still okay with it?" Breathless. Husky. Which was it? It was thrilling to hear that crack in his husband's voice regardless of when his own breath hitched as Hizashi pulled back. Sliding his hands over his thighs in a caress before tapping at him to let go. He uncurled his legs from around the blonde's slender waist to drop down to the floor. "I-I'll get you ready in it and make it easy on the both of us, yeah?"
"Ye-Yeah! If anything, that's honestly smart to do it up in the swing rather than ru-run from bed to the door, you know?" A fast nod from his husband had a grin twitching at his lips at the light swell to his lips. The blush smothering itself over his husband's freckled cheeks. The wild mess of his hair as that half up hairstyle of his threatened to give out. Lifting his hands up, he brushed his fingertips over flushed cheeks when the blonde grinned back at him. "Hurry up and move then so I can get in it, Zashi!"
Blonde lashes fluttered before his husband was snorting when hands came up to grab at his hands with that wide grin twitching on his husband's lips. Identical to his own no doubt. "And here I was expecting you to say something loving and sweet to me! Though I'm sure you'll be saying something entirely different soon enough, won't you? I think I know exactly what to expect to come out of you with that filthy, vulgar mouth of yours if you have the breath for it! I ought to do something about that, shouldn't I?"
"I don't know, should you do something about it? Last I checked you like hearing me beg you to fuck me, don't you? I thought you like hearing me beg for your cock, don't you? Or are you really going to do something about my filthy language?" Oh, that flicker of heat in his gaze had his heart stumbling with a drop to his stomach. Sickening reactions when the blonde was moving from between his legs. Oh, it had him excited. Dancing on that dangerous edge was a damn thrill. "Zashi-"
"What a bratty, cheeky little thing you are lately! That's just something else I've neglected, haven't I? Why don't you move your ass over to that swing and get those pants off of you?" God. That low volume to his husband's voice as it pitched low had tingles rushing down his back when his fingers twisted into the blanket. Waiting. His heart pounded sickeningly against his chest when Hizashi stepped back again with fingers curling over the waistband of his own pants. "Are you the deaf one now? I said move."
Jumping up from the edge of the bed, that thrum of excitement under his skin seemed intent on making him sick. Choking him. Forcing his legs to move, he rushed around the bed with hair tickling his back and shoulders as it fluttered lightly over them. It was exciting. He felt breathless with the savage beats of his heart against his chest. The swing itself truly was simplistic as he had assumed it would be when they looked at it online. Two hand holds, two-foot loops, and a seat for him to sit on for the first-time use.
The light glinted off of the clasps connecting the swing to the rigging system draped over the top of the closed door. Made out of leather and nylon with a support of twelve hundred pounds. More than enough strength to support him in it. His hands trembled lightly as he reached down to hook his fingers into the waistband of both his sweatpants and boxers. Shoving them down from his hips towards his thighs fast as he could without them bunching up on him. Working them down to his knees quickly.
And he glanced through his hair at the blonde. God, he was breathtaking. The view he had of Hizashi leaning forward to scoop up the lube and to fuss with the chain of condoms after opening the box. Tearing off a golden packet before turning to place the box back into the drawer. A gentle thud of the drawer before the blonde was spinning on his feet with those quick steps being taken. His heart jumped to his throat as he worked his clothing from around his knees down to his ankles. Struggling to step out of them.
Stumbling over his feet in the rush as his stomach fluttered again with that wave of choking excitement. Straightening up he threw his bunched-up clothing to the side. Doing his best to ignore the dark spot on his boxers from the drips of pre-come. Fingertips brushed over his waist prompting him to turn on his feet as he stepped back. Watching Hizashi place down the condom and lube next to them on the bedside table. He swallowed before reaching up to grab at the hand grips with Hizashi holding his hands out.
Not touching yet ready to dart to grab at him should he need Hizashi's help. He heaved himself up with a grunt as he steeled himself with that left as the straps trembled lightly from the sudden weight. He half expected them to snap. To break from the sudden press. However, they held firmly as he angled himself down until he felt the seat swaying lightly beneath him. Settling down into it with a huff, he lifted his legs up trying to get his right foot into the loop. Stretching it out only for it to sway away from him.
At this, his husband's outstretched hands helped hold the strap still. Allowing him to slide his foot into it. Fussing until the strap was running along the bottom of his foot in the center of it. The left strap was then held still for him as he slid his foot into the strap with a wiggle to get it in the same placement as his right. Hizashi hummed then as he reached out to adjust his height carefully. His hair trembled around his shoulders as he was lowered slightly inch by careful inch with Hizashi watching intently.
Stopping when his hips were at the same level as his husband's. His heart gave a solid, rapid thud against his chest once, twice, to knock the air out of him when he fidgeted. It was amazing. Exhilarating. Thrilling. He was no stranger to dangling midair with his capture weapon but this? This felt nothing like his capture weapon. Not with the way his legs were falling open so effortlessly. The straps holding his feet up trembled lightly with the weight pressed onto them. The leather grips in his hands that he squeezed at.
He fought that urge to squirm in the seat. Knowing it was mere seconds, he had to lift again and balance on the straps his feet rested in. The handholds he had. It caught his breath as he watched Hizashi grab a few pillows from their bed. Stripping off their covers carefully before placing them down on the floor beneath him. He knew they'd have to be washed after this. Even if nothing got on them, they needed to be washed. Hands squeezed at his knees before palms slid along his inner thighs in a caress.
Muscles jumped before trembling underneath that soft glide. Tingles racing under his skin only to pool into his stomach with another twist of that arousal. A flicker of heat that had his erection twitching against his stomach. A caress that had his shallow breaths hitching when his husband leaned on his feet slightly. Grabbing at the lube before straining up as nails clawed at the cap. Cracking it open, his eyes were riveted to the dollop of lube squeezed onto fingers. The way it caught the light slickly.
He could hardly pay attention when the lube was placed down. Hardly cared where it was placed as he watched Hizashi spread the dollop over his fingers once he straightened up. Riveted to the glistening layer spread over those fingers, he let his legs spread further with a twitch as his breath caught in his throat. Lifting himself up to hover over the seat once more, he adjusted his position to angle his hips over the get of the seat. Whining with that stab of impatience when Hizashi shuffled forward closer.
Hands dipping down as fingers drifted over his cheek before grabbing at him. Squeezing him tightly created a flash of heat beneath his skin when he was pulled apart. Slick fingers wiggling forward when the pads of those fingers pressed against him. Rubbing firmly at him with that slick slide that had goosebumps raising over his skin. Twitching his hips down had him swaying faintly with his hands and feet pressing down. A lewd, slick squelch of fingers sliding against him with each stroke they gave.
Swirling against him tearing a whimper free as fingers dug into his ass cheek fiercely. Gripping onto him tightly, fingers swirled against him when his hole twitched. Mortifying. It had a fresh wave of heat hitting his cheeks, yet he didn't care. Didn't mind it. Not when he had Hizashi leaning in towards him to which he fought that urge to wriggle. Leaning forward with a whine, he parted his tingling lips as he caught the blonde's. Letting out a short breath at the hard, sliding press of his husband's lips against his.
Returning that hard press, he moved his lips eagerly against the blonde. Shuddering when slick fingers swirled against him again only to give a teasing stroke. It had his breath hitching through his nose with that teasing bounce of his husband's fingers. A touch and lift that was repeated again, again, again in teasing bounces between the slick rubs given. Whining into the kiss, he parted his lips against the blonde's. Tracing the tip of his tongue along that soft bottom lip earned him a low groan from the blonde.
He shifted his lips to nibble at Hizashi's lower lip. Repeating that light brush over it had the blonde's mouth opening beneath him much to his delight. Squirming with that eagerness as he opened his mouth to move his tongue. Listening to the light click of the piercing hitting off of teeth before he was touching Hizashi's tongue. Sliding against him as the slick rubs given to him shifted as the tip of his index finger pressed against him. Moving in a lazy circle tracing him lightly had shivers rushing up his back.
Whining at the lazy rub of the tip of his finger began firmer. Pressing, pressing, pressing against him as he arched his hips down towards the blonde. Whimpering impatiently at his husband at the press of that finger against him only to get a low groan. A guttural, rasping pitch that his toes curling tightly with his feet pressing against the straps. Pressing, pressing, pressing against him before a twitch of his hole seemed to give way for that finger. Sinking into him slickly tore a trembling moan out of him.
That finger shifted then to rub at him to which he wriggled his hips down. Shivering as he flicked his tongue at the metal ball of his husband's tongue piercing. Swirling against the smooth metal delightedly as firm circles were rubbed into his inner wall. He couldn't help clenching around the slim feeling of that finger rubbing at him. Hizashi had always longer, slender fingers than him. Fingers that, quite honestly, he couldn't get enough. God, there had been days in their youth when he'd let blonde finger him for hours.
Had let his husband finger him to an orgasm many times when he hadn't been in the mood for sex. It was a greedy sensation he'd had years to get used too. Too long, desire, need, want those hands on him. To have those fingers brushing over his skin. To have them inside him whenever he could get them. They had always felt better than his own fingers when spreading him open. God knows he vastly preferred letting Hizashi do it but in the heat of the moment it was sometimes better to go in ready.
Today could be an exception. He was all too happy to let it be the exception. The firm circles rubbed into his inner wall had weak sparks racing up his back when the blonde pulled his finger back. Pausing before thrusting it forward with a slick squelch. Whining with that eagerness, that excitement had the blonde pulling then thrusting his finger into him again. A careless rub over his inner wall that had his toes curling. Pressing to the straps in a taut pull that no doubt would have them trembling. Shaking under the firm press of it.
Shivers raced up his back when the blonde fell into that shallow, quick thrusting. Using that careless rubbing against his inner walls. There was a flick of his husband's tongue that had him answering in kind with a flick of his own. Fast, uneven pants racing over his cheek mirroring his own shallow breaths as his lashes fluttered against his cheeks. Melting at the firm press of those lips against his when the hand holding his cheek squeezed fiercely before letting go. Sliding that hand along his inner thigh.
Shuddering when a squeeze was given had tingles racing under his skin to pool into that ache. The pleasure twisting into him idly beneath that burning heat clawing beneath the surface of his skin for relief. Burning hot, hot, hot. It was unfairly exciting to be dangling up like this. To feel the straps trembling lightly from his hands and feet pressing into it so fervently. Trying to keep him up despite the jerks of his hips downwards. He could happily agree the swing would become a part of their arsenal in regards towards sex.
Something he would delightedly indulge in again. And if he couldn't get to it? Then surely his capture weapon was more than enough. And he knew Hizashi would go absolutely feral over it. A whimper broke out of him when nails dragged over his inner thigh before curving up towards the top of his thigh. A sliding rub of Hizashi's tongue against his moved in that massaging that he copied as he slid his tongue against the blonde's. The firm press of his lips against his had them aching. Throbbing faintly.
He huffed through his nose to satisfy the scratching burn to his lungs. Insisting on a proper breath, yet he refused. Couldn't think of lifting his lips to take that gulp of breath he wanted. Needed. He flicked at the blonde's piercing only to get a twisting of Hizashi's tongue against his. Undulating upwards before sliding against his to rub the ball of his piercing against the top of his tongue. Shivers. God, he fucking loves that feeling of that piercing rubbing against him. It was something that he'd never tire of.
Jerking his hips down, he listened to that slick squelch accompanying the shallow, quick thrusts of his husband's finger. It had his hips squirming down causing him to bounce lightly tearing a low groan out of his husband. Twisting, sliding, rubbing his tongue to the blonde's had breaths hitching over his cheek. Sharp exhales as the tip of Hizashi's middle finger rubbed against the skin closest to that thrusting finger. It had the muscles spasming in an involuntary twitch at the excitement ripping into him.
Moaning encouragingly at his husband when his feet threatened to slip out of the loops. All from a jerk down of his hips as the muscles spasmed in another twitch. Whimpering eagerly when Hizashi traced the tip of his middle finger against the rim of his hole. A light touch that had him squirming impatiently. Wanting, wanting, wanting. Needing, needing, needing it. Needing and wanting him. There was another rub of that finger against him before the tip of it pressed against him. Wiggling as it pressed tight to his still finger.
Rubbing those firm circles into his inner wall again left him trembling. Twitching as thighs tensed with that urge to spread apart. Open wider, wider, wider. There was another wiggling press against him before that finger sank into him along with the first. A moan burst out of him with surprising volume that was echoed in a groan by his husband. His tongue massaging itself to his once again only to flick at him before the blonde was pulling back. Breaking the kiss allowed him to gasp in a heaving breath.
And then Hizashi's lips were coming back down on his in a heated kiss as they slid against his. A trace of slickness from the damp touch of his lips but God, he didn't mind it. He threw himself into that kiss with a passion of his own. Hunger. An eagerness that was ripping him apart as he felt that itching prick of a faint sheen of sweat gathering over his skin. His forehead. He didn't mind it one bit as the pads of Hizashi's fingers rolled those soothing circles into his inner wall. It was a damn good feeling.
A pressure that had him moaning throatily at his husband with the encouragement ringing in it. Trembling when his husband squeezed at his hip fiercely. Nails biting lightly into his skin had him shivering as the blonde's lips slid against his. Swelling. They were swelling. He could feel that as clearly as he felt the swelling in his own lips that would leave them aching. Tired. And fuck if that didn't get him riled up. If it didn't have him flaming with heat ripping beneath the surface of his skin. He moved his lips with Hizashi's.
Loving that low, rasping growl from his husband from his enthusiasm. From the tight squeeze he gave those fingers rolling their circles into him. He shuddered at the hard press to his inner walls as he squeezed around those fingers again with a whimper ripping out of him. Pleading and begging. Wanting him to hurry. Fingers pulled back then only to thrust forward sharply into him with a squelch. Pulling instinctively at the hand holds, he moaned at the blonde ecstatically. Enthusiastically in response.
He crushed his lips to his husband's moving ones. Another sharp, shallow thrust of those fingers was given to which he couldn't help jerking his hips down. Meeting a thrust of the blonde's fingers causing him to bounce. Sway lightly in his place against the bathroom door when Hizashi spread his fingers out then. Pushing at his inner walls to which he squirmed with a keening whimper leaving him. Holding that outspread position before his fingers came together to thrust into him sharply in a repeating action.
One shining with that eagerness as he dove into that shallow, quick thrusting he'd used with his index. There were no playful thrust given when Hizashi settled into that thrust, thrust, thrust, spread rhythm of his. Rubbing his fingers carelessly over his inner walls with each thrust inwards to which he happily clenched around those fingers. Squeezing around them to get that jolt of heat up his back. The pooling of pleasure feeling those slender fingers in him. It had his heart pounding viciously against his chest.
The quiet throbs in his ears. His pants racing through his nose with identical pants fanning over his cheek. God, he could only imagine how worked up Hizashi was. Burning up. The blonde felt feverish between his legs, but he could only imagine that shared impatience. Thrusting his fingers in with the rubs against his inner walls was a treat. A damn delight that could make him drool. There was something so good, good, good about having his husband get him ready like this. To let him spread him open.
To take care of the other preparation steps he took and to let Hizashi do this? It was a treat he couldn't get enough of. He would let this man touch him all afternoon long. All night long. Let the blonde fuck him with his fingers through orgasm after orgasm. Let him tease and prod after fucking him senseless as he had in the past. Whining out in that keening pitch, his feet wriggled in their press against the loops they rested in. Jerking his hips to meet the sharp, quick thrusts of his husband's fingers eagerly.
Brows twitching from their tight squeeze had the muscles of his forehead aching. He squeezed at the handles in his grip with a wild moan when the blonde spread his fingers out to push at his inner walls. Trembling, shaking, as his thighs twitched with the urge to spread wider. To keep himself open wide for Hizashi to have that access. There had been an absolute insatiability festering in him. Ever since that night two weeks ago when he'd coaxed that idea of sex at midnight he'd been absolutely insatiable.
Wanting Hizashi any way he could truly get him. Wanting, needing, hungry for more, more, more. To throw gasoline on the fire that had been raging since that night. It had him squirming, twisting, restlessly in his swing with keening whines and whimpers of impatience flying out of him one after another. It was an infectious insatiability he could see in his husband. Impossible to keep his hands away when they had a moment alone. Whether it was sex, a blowjob, or to merely touch it was hard to resist.
Hard to keep his hands from reaching out for his husband at night when he knew better. Knew that all this sex would merely irritate the piercings sooner or later. Especially with how hard the blonde was going when he was slamming into him. That redness to the skin was something he was concerned about in the shower Saturday night. A sudden spread of his husband's fingers had him crying out into the kiss with a trace of that surprise. Spreading out again, again, again. A back-to-back push at his inner walls.
Holding those spreads until they were trembling. His inner walls twitching as he tried to squeeze around those spread fingers. Shuddering when the blonde pulled back from the kiss to press damn lips to the corner of his mouth. Along his jaw with huffing, uneven pants being taken as fingers spread out again. Shivers raced up his back when the blonde brought them together to thrust into him again. Teeth nipping at his chin as uneven breaths fanned over him when the blonde gave a few more thrusts into him.
Pressing the pads of his fingers against his inner wall with the sliding rubs when he spread his fingers out again to push at him. It was hard to want to strangle those slender fingers back together. He wanted the air to howl that he was ready. He didn't need much more. He didn't need to be thorough all the damn time when they came together for sex. And yet those fingers alternated between that alternate version of his husband's rhythm. A spreading, spreading, spreading of his fingers before a few thrusts were given.
Pushing at his inner walls with pants fanning over his jaw when teeth nipped sharply at him again. His legs were trembling lightly much like his arms. Fingers were aching from their tight grip on the handles and the bottoms of his feet were aching from the dig of the straps. But God if he wasn't burning. Sizzling in his own skin as his blood boiled in his veins with each thrust of those fingers. The spread that threatened to make him drool from the pleasure it sent pooling into him. God, he was burning up.
His erection twitched against his stomach with a runny patch smearing over his stomach from the shameless dripping of pre-come. Droplets welling along the slit only to smear over his stomach in a twitch. Making a mess out of himself from the excitement choking him. The arousal clawing beneath the surface of his feverish skin. Demanding relief now, now, now. Whimpering at the blonde when teeth nipped at him before lips fluttered down his throat had him tingling as he tipped his head back.
Feeding the flames twisting under his skin prompting him to squirm in his dangled position. Bouncing lightly when the blonde whined back at him shrilly when he squeezed around those fingers. Feeling that light tremble to them as they spread out, out, out before coming together again. Thrusting sharply at a deep depth to graze over his prostate sending a jolt up his back. Jerking in the swing as a whimper left him for fingers were pulling out of him before he vocalize it. Or did Hizashi know? Did he do it purposefully?
A ruthless tease? Something to think about before they moved on? It had him hissing in a gasp at that wicked smirk on his husband's lips when he pulled back. Turning his head up to watch his husband's hand shoot out. Leaning against his leg to scoop up the condom and lube only to straighten up. A small dollop squeezed onto fingers that dropped to smear over the winking piercings. God, it had him squirming impatiently watching the blonde's erection twitch against his stomach. Had his mouth watering at the sight.
Curved up against his stomach with a twitch. A droplet of pre-come welling along the slit as the three barbells along the underside winked at him playfully. Riveted to the sight when Hizashi ripped open the condom with the strip of wrapper being spit out. Fingers dipping to grab at the slipper ring within, the rest of the packet was abandoned. Fluttering to the floor as Hizashi's twitching fingers reached down to roll the condom over the head of his erection. Easing it down over his erection while being mindful of his piercings.
it was riveting. Aweing. The blonde took the moment to squeeze a dollop of palm which was then brought down to spread over the condom. Squelches ringing out with the twisting curves of his husband's hand as black nails caught the light. Glossy with the lube making his fingers catch the light. Watching Hizashi spread the lube over his condom covered erection never failed to get him hot. Turn him on like nothing else ever could as he squirmed. Thighs twitching apart as his husband fussed with the the condom.
Adjusting it down at the base of his erection before using that excess lube on his fingers to his advantage it seemed. His hands disappeared down then with his dry hand grabbing at a cheek to pull him apart gently with slick fingers moving forward. Rubbing over him in another layer of lubricant that had his hole twitching excitedly. Angling his hips forward with a whine choking off in the back of his throat. He shuddered at the slick rub of his husband's erection against him as hips angled upwards.
Whining at the faint scratch of that condom rubbing against him when the blonde pulled his hips backwards to press the head of his erection against him. Nudging at him with that firm pressure to get his shaking pants catching in his throat. Choking him when his husband squeezed at his ass tightly with fingers digging in to give that ache. A hard grip that had him groaning at the blonde with the undercurrent of impatience. Burning, burning, burning. So goddamn hot he was sizzling away at that hard squeeze.
Melting in this swing of theirs with each nudge of the head against him. Hissing in a breath, the words clawing up broke apart when there was a give. His words flew out on an ecstatic moan as he threw his head back at the slick slide of that erection sinking into him. The stretch of it that had his husband moaning back in that keening pitch with the volume rising steadily but slowly. Trembling with each inch that sank forward. So loud it had the small items scattered about their room rattling when his ears gave a pang of pain.
It had his husband flinching as that moan cut off yet the slight drop to his husband's mouth had him shuddering. Hanging open just enough for him to catch the glint of his piercing when he straightened his head up. His pants racing to scrape his throat raw. His husband slowed considerably to ease those piercings into him without causing discomfort for either of them. Hands slid up to grab at his waist with a squeeze being given. Moaning with that eagerness clawing to the surface when Hizashi bottomed out.
Hips pinned tightly against him with the both of them holding still briefly. Then hips began to grind against him as he clenched down around that twitching erection. Fuck him, if it didn't feel amazing. He ground his hips back against his husband as he shuddered at that pooling of pleasure. Marveling over his husband's flushed face as blonde brows twitched together. The tremble to those blonde lashes in that heavy lidded position as glasses slipped down his husband's nose. Blonde hair mussed from his grabbing fingers.
Thicker locks had begun slithering free from that bun. His left hearing aid hung loosely again despite having pushed it back into place in the kitchen. God, his husband had such a debauched look to him. Hizashi looked fucking sexy. And he had that privilege of being the only one to see it. The only one who would ever know how fucking good he looked. How unbearably hot it was to see that flushed face so close to his. He'd heard the quieter whispers of coworkers, students, and civilians alike for years.
Debating, guessing, and fantasizing aloud within hearing distance. And not a single one could hit close. Not a single one was a bit close to the truth. Only he got the truth of this sight. The experience of the blonde day, month, and year after year. Oh, it had him hotter than anything as his legs trembled with that urge to jerk together. To squeeze and wrap around the blonde's slim waist again yet he fought that urge. Grinding desperately against Hizashi earned him another of those keening whimpers from the blonde.
Hands squeezing at him fiercely before shifting to move his thumbs to roll circles into his skin. So warm his hands were on his feverish skin. Fuck, it was everything he'd wanted all week. Insatiable for another touch. Another kiss. Another moment of heat sizzled him to his core. He fingers ached from having been curled so long while keeping up such a strong grip. Harsh, uneven pants raked down his throat drying it out, yet he couldn't think to shut his own mouth. To swallow and soothe that dry ache.
Hips ground against him tightly when he got a twitch of that erection he clenched down around instinctively. It got him one of those snapping, snarling growls from his husband as hands tightened on him again when he groaned in a guttural pitch. Choked on its way out when he flexed his fingers out then in to clutch at the grips in his hands again. Giving it a renewed grip. Fidgeting with his feet placement in the loops they rested in before he was squirming. Pulling his hips back slightly only to snap forward in a shallow thrust.
It had his husband groaning at him with such bass it had his toes curling. He then moved his hips backwards before swinging himself forward against the blonde's pelvis. That blazing heat he found in that gaze was more than enough encouragement to ease his hips back again and swing forward. His hair tickled his upper back and shoulders as they trembled with his movement. He ignored it, however, in easing himself into a shallow back and forth as he swung himself awkwardly. Light squelches ringing out with each thrust.
Clutching around the blonde with a moan flying out of him at that rub against his inner walls. The scratch of the condom through the layer of lubricant it came with had his head falling back. Using his hands and feet to swing himself awkwardly back and forth as he delighted in coming forward. Hitting lightly against his husband's pelvis. A giddy rush of arousal each time he swung himself forward in a sharp thrust against his husband who merely clutched at him. Groaning ecstatically sending a shiver down his back.
He could hear the underlying pleasure in that sound. Making it rasp lightly on its way out as nails bit into his skin lightly had goosebumps raising over his skin. His moan cresting up in volume with each awkward swing he gave that had him bouncing lightly as he pulled at his holds. The light squelch of the lube and condom was a shot of arousal through him that resulted in hitches to those rasping pants. He fucking loves it. The stretch of his husband's erection rubbing at his inner walls with each thrust.
The sway to his hair against his back as he swung himself back and forth no matter how awkwardly. Oh, it was absolutely thrilling. A rush of exhilaration he was drowning under each time he was swinging forward to hit against his husband. Moaning out with a tug at the grips in his hands had the blonde groaning at him in that husky pitch to send tingles down his back. Shuddering when he swung forward with a squeeze around that twitching erection. It had hands yanking him forward with a sharp thrust after he swung back.
A huff of air flying out on an encouraging moan that rang on a shrill note. Painfully loud as it flew out of him. It had him trying to swing himself faster in accordance with the pull on his waist from his husband. Hitting sharply against him again with a slick squelch ringing out with the thrust. His back brushed lightly against the door with each backwards swing but it was easily forgotten. Lost in his feverish mind when he was focusing on gaining a momentum in order to fly forward quickly as he could.
Working up a momentum that had his legs shaking from the tense press he had on the loops his feet were in. His arms shaking as they pulled at handles in his grip. Or was it merely all of him shaking like this? Burning so hot, hot, hot he had failed to notice? It didn't matter, did it? His pants cracked on a whine only to rasp down on a gasp when the blonde pulled him forward again. This time, however, the blonde's hips flew forward to hit against him sharply. A crisp impact of skin meeting skin ringing out.
A crisp sound that came with the squelch of the condom. It had a choked sound flying out of him only for a moan to replace it at the squeeze on his waist as he swung himself backwards then forward. Feeling Hizashi's hips flying forward to meet him each time. It had the blonde groaning at him with nails biting into his skin with a light burn. God, it felt good, good, good. So fucking good! How could something he'd had every day for years continue to feel so damn good? Strike him absolutely wordless?
Leave him breathless? Left him just as eager for the next time? A stuttered cry left him when the blonde snapped his hips forward in a shallow thrust. Rocking him lightly in the swing as he swung himself the best he could that eagerness to meet the blonde's thrusts. Falling into a rhythm of pull back each time he was swinging back. Meeting in the middle with a thrust that had him moaning encouragingly at his husband. Making his throat ache. Fuck, he was so hot. Boiling. Sizzling. Cooking in his own skin.
So unbearably hot but not a damn thing could be done about it. He clutched around his husband again with that marveling arousal at the rub. The scratch of the condom as he again found himself awed at that stretch. It had his toes curling as he swung himself with the intent of moving faster. Pulling back further with Hizashi clutching at his waist weakly pulling at him with forward swing. Shivering at the groans spilling out of his husband one after another with varying volume. Wildly bouncing in pitches.
Snapping his hips forward as hands pulled at him to help him swing faster. Come forward faster as the blonde leaned forward slightly with an adjustment of his footing. Everything about it was thrilling. Everything about it was just as exciting as he'd hoped it be. Hot. Nights since they bought the damn thing his brain had come up with one scenario after another. One image after another used by the pictures presented on the website of different things they could do with the swing. Ideas involving the swing.
With the different straps and cuffs that came with the set. Oh, it had him restless in the mornings he spent away from home. Had him waking with that faint heat trickling out of him leaving him sucking in shallow breaths. Left him waking in the darkness of his room gasping in a breath as sweat rolled down his temples. Chasing after the dream that had caused the heat in the first place only to come up with nothing. To fantasize in the quiet hours in his dorm room alone on how they would do this.
God knows the reality was so much better. It always was. His husband moaned at him in a deafening burst of volume to get him flinching with a moan of his own. Pulling himself out of the hazier thoughts as he swung himself quickly time with the blonde's pulling hands on his waist. The snapping thrusts that had his hair trembling around his shoulders. Brushing at his hot cheeks. Coming forward faster as he panted raggedly with the light slap of skin meeting skin joining the racing pants being taken.
Shameless moans, groans, whimpers and whines spilling out of the both of them. The slick squelches of the condom paired with the light rattle of the door as the swing tugged at the top of it. It was an electric charge to it all that had him eager to chase after the pleasure of it. The heat that was cooking him down to the bone. Coming forward fast as he could with the awkward swing, but Hizashi seemed more than capable at helping him. Swinging him back and forth with fingers digging into his waist.
Holding onto him tightly. A hard grip he fucking loves when the blonde used on him. Gripping at him as if he couldn't hold onto him tight enough. Hold him close enough. Like he would disappear any second now. He threw his head back on a moan when the blonde slammed forward against him resulting in a rock backwards. His back thudding lightly against the door had it rattling yet it merely had his moan cresting louder. Embarrassingly loud like his husband was getting as he tugged at the straps again.
Restless. So hot, hot, hot. He gasped in his pants as his fingers trembled in their tight grips on the handles in his grasp when the blonde began easing his hips back further. Each pull back allowed him to slip out further to slam back against him with a thrust that left him wheezing out. The crisp sound of their skin meeting acted like a jolt of electricity up his back that had his shaking legs wriggling. Unsure of that widespread he had them in or to bring them close to forsake the swing. It was an amazing, feverish debate.
Then Hizashi began to come forward harder. Oh, it was everything. Everything he wanted from the blonde as he was bounced lightly in the swing with that hard hit. When it was repeated again. Again, again, again. Crying out delightedly, he tried to swing himself forward faster as his hair brushed against his back with that ticklish sensation. Shuddering when his husband leaned forward with teeth nipping sharply at his collar bone. His erection twitched against his stomach with that faint throbbing that had him whining.
Aching for a single touch, rub, squeeze or stroke. Something. It was so fucking good. The vibrations of Hizashi's moans against his collar bone had him groaning gutturally at his husband. Yanking restlessly at the hand grips knowing he needed to be mindful. Careful of the rigging above him as nothing was foolproof. Yet that rationality refused to come to him when he was panting in heaving gasps that rasped down only to scrape his dry throat on a huff out. Felt the similar shallow, racing pants fanning over his chest.
Lips fluttering over his skin. Nips given that had him squirming only to pull restlessly at his supports. Kicking out with feet pressing firmly to it when he fought that urge to kick free. He felt dizzy. Greedy. Wanting more, more, more from his husband that he could get. Harder. Faster. Until he was truly dizzy off of it all. Gasping in his breaths until his head was truly spinning by the time they were done. God, he fucking loves it. Loves that brutal treatment his husband gave him from the beginning of their relationship.
Years of having others treat him like he would shatter at the smallest criticism, or a hard hit would do that to a person he always figured. To want to be treated roughly. To be hugged, squeezed, and shoved until he was aching in the grip of his husband's. Held so damn tight his bones ached. His wrists felt they would pop out of place. Until there were faint bruises on his skin from that hard grasp on his forearms. Until his legs were shaking and his hips aching from that hard, fast speed they used.
It was so addicting. Left him wanting more, more, more. Just like now. He swung himself with that eagerness to come forward hard. Hitting against his husband's pelvis with a sharp crack of skin on skin echoing with a squelch of the condom. A hard hit that rattled his very bones. God, he hoped when he looked there would be faint bruises by the end of the night. They never stayed long but they were always such a turn on when he saw them. Made him hotter than anything to see the faint dusting of color.
To see evidence of just how hard his husband had been holding onto him. Clutching him close. Moaning out at a particularly hard thrust, he bit down his lip with a shudder racing up his back. Being swung so wildly he could feel the door brushing his back had him sizzling. Made him aware of the risk of hitting his head off of the door. Of the rattling hinges with the harsh pulls on his supports. The rubs of his husband's twitching erection against his inner walls had thoughts flying out of him. Scattering from his grasp.
It had him groaning as he clenched around his husband only to get a guttural snarl from Hizashi. Amplified with the use of his quirk, it had his stomach flipping pleasurably with a groan ripping out of him. Harder, harder, harder. Faster, faster, faster. An endless chant. Endless loop of a word that had him ready to claw up the walls. To howl out what he wanted as the blonde's hips slammed against him blindingly fast. Melting his world down to that shrinking hot point where nothing matter but slamming hips.
On chasing the pleasure of having his husband's erection stretching him out. Sliding into him again, again, again with his thrusts. Shrinking until his world merely consisted of nothing but Hizashi. Hizashi, Hizashi, Hizashi and the pleasure he could give. It had him biting fiercely at his lip with an enthusiastic moan flying out of him in time with a snapping groan from his husband. There was a spark twisting low in his stomach. A blazing knot that had him jerking himself forward in his swing to meet Hizashi's thrusts.
Clamping down around the twitching erection tightly to admire that satisfaction. The pleasure in feeling the blonde inside of him. He clenched around it until Hizashi was making another of those guttural snarls against his chest that vibrated beautifully over it. Had him twisting and writhing when his husband was stepping forward forcing him back. Not quite pinned to the door but the new proximity had his back thumping lightly against the door. Creating a consistent, steady rhythm as Hizashi slammed his hips forward.
Pulling his hips back further only to slam forward had his teeth dragging painfully over his lip. His mouth falling open on another shout as he gave up on his holds on the padded handles in his grasp. His hands flew out to claw at freckled shoulders now that the blonde was within better reach. It earned him a huffing moan from Hizashi as nails raked over his waist leaving burning lines behind. God, he loves it. Loves, loves, loves everything his husband had to give. It had him absolutely dizzy as he huffed in his breaths.
He jerked his hips eagerly to meet the slamming thrusts that seemed to hit each wisp of air out of his lungs. In leaving him gasping frantically as he clawed at those freckled shoulders. Being swung back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. Coming forward harder with the aid of his husband's hands pulling at him. Moving him fast, fast, fast. It left him feeling little more than a damn sex doll. A toy for his husband to use to get off. It had him moaning with a squirm as his shaking legs jerked close.
Then he forced his legs apart again. His feet were in danger of slipping out of the loops they pressed into. That knot was twisting tighter in his stomach. As if he were a wind-up toy with a key in his back; being wound tighter, tighter, tighter. Pants raked down his throat as Hizashi's rasping pants fanned into his throat. His lips pressed frantic kisses to the skin there as he clawed at his shoulders before sliding his hands back. Raking his nails over his upper back tearing a shrill wail out of his husband.
Hips pounded frantically against him in a frenzy at the lines he left behind. He thudded against the door lightly causing the hinges to rattle lightly. God, he needed more, more, more. His erection gave a twitch against his stomach, throbbing lightly with that desire for a touch. Something, something, something. Anything. He whimpered desperately at his husband when he raked his nails over his upper back again before moving his right hand down. Wriggling it between them to wrap his fingers around his erection.
Squeezing tightly at himself with a throaty moan that held a huskiness to it he could effortlessly recognize. Wasting little time in stroking himself in time with the slamming thrusts of his husband. Curving his hand up to roll his palm over the dripping head to smear the drops of pre-come. Sliding his hand down slickly with a huff as Hizashi moaned desperately into his throat as he clutched around his twitching erection. Felt that light, erratic throbbing to it that no doubt went hand-in-hand with that mounting orgasm.
It sent shivers down his back to hear his name being moaned into his throat from his husband. Scratchy. Husky. Muffled into his skin with praises of garbled English and Japanese that set his blood aflame. To hear himself moaning back when he felt something slide over his shoulder. However, it was gone too fast for him to process. Was it the blonde's hearing aid falling out? Giving up from the constant movement? The press of his husband's head into his shoulder and the restless shifting against him?
The light nudge of his moving body? It sent shivers down his back as he clutched at the blonde who buried his face into his throat. Ragged, uneven pants fanning over his feverish skin creating a hot pocket. Desperate to chase that orgasm twisting up, up, up. Nails raked over his waist as Hizashi yanked him forward hard, hard, hard. Swinging his lower half with that desperation he could feel twisting in himself. A bead of sweat ran down his cheek as the crisp slap of slick skin hitting together rang out loudly.
Crisp from the thin sheen of sweat welling over his skin. Over his husband's making that impact of skin so much louder. Shots of arousal that had the knot twisting tighter. So close, so close, so close. What did he need? What was that push? That thing to tip him over? His hand flew over his erection with that blinding speed as he twisted his hand along himself. Sliding up to the head to grind his thumb into the head. Targeting the slit had him jolting yet he needed a little more. What more? What did he-?
A shrill wail tore out of him as Hizashi pulled his hips back only to slam forward. A hit to his prostate that sent heat snapping up his back that shoved him right over. Had that insufferable heat cresting up as his wail trembled upwards in volume at that rush. That snapping pluck before his orgasm rushed through him. A wave choking him as tingles raced up thighs that flexed before trembling much like the muscles flexing in his stomach. A light thud of the door as he pressed his head back against it instinctively.
That rushing white-hot heat snapping over him as he clenched around the blonde's erection tearing a howl from the blonde. Pinning him forward against the door finally as his feet slid from the straps with twists and jerks against the door. It was hard to breathe in that pinned position with Hizashi against him. Hard too but fuck him, he loves it. Needs it. He felt hips slam against him before grinding as the blonde stiffened against him. Teeth sinking down onto his shoulder tearing another choked wail out of him before it cut off.
A mangled sound as he trembled against the door. Choking under that wave of white-hot heat tearing him apart. Muscles trembling from the tight clench as his brows squeezed together tightly. Lashes fluttering on his cheeks as his eyes rolled back. Clutching Hizashi close, close, close as the blonde's erection twitched with each throb. Spurts he swore he could feel through the rubber of his condom. Oh, it was so good, good, good. The feverish heat of Hizashi pressed tightly against him with restless twists.
Squirming. Shaking against him as hips stilled after a few of those tight, desperate grinds. A blunt pain as teeth dug into his shoulder as hot spurts landed onto his stomach. Kneading at his erection with a whimper that had his husband releasing his bite on his shoulder. Moaning frantically in his ear the chant of his name over, over, over again. Like he was a God. A curse. A plague on the blonde. A praise. It had him gasping in his breaths as he tightened his arm around the blonde's shoulders. It was forever.
An eternity suspended in the white-hot heat that seemed to take its sweet time rushing out of him leaving him weak. A shaking mess as he wheezed out a breath with a hot dribble running over the backs of his fingers. His feet slid free from the straps to weakly dangle on either side of the blonde's sides. His thighs squeezed tightly to his waist to keep his legs from dropping down. His aching feet from touching the floor as pain throbbed over the back of his head. Hizashi tightened his grasp on his waist in a gentle squeeze.
Then he was easing them both away from the door. Shaking as he slid his hand away from his twitching erection that was beginning to soften. Ever so slowly as the aftershocks of his orgasm throbbed through him. Whimpering at the slick slide of his husband's softening erection as they moved away from the door. A few steps were taken as the straps of the swing tapped against the door. He forced his heavy eyelids up to watch the straps swing idly before he was placed down onto the bed with that gentleness.
Tender. It tugged at his heart with that bittersweet emotion he tried to swallow down. Hips pulled back allowing for his husband to pull out of him with a slick squelch. Ragged, uneven pants filled the silence of the bedroom as he shook lightly with that afterglow. The shocks that rattled him down to his core as he let out a sigh that had the blonde chuckling breathlessly at him. There was a few more squelches followed by a few snaps of the rubber at his husband's fingers. Struggling to tie it off as he always did.
There were a few more snaps before it was being tossed away with the trash bag rustling. He let his eyes shut when he heard a crinkle of the wipes. The crack of its cover as the blonde hummed in a cracked stutter. Shivering at the cool, wet touch of the wipe as it was swiped over his stomach. A stark contrast to the feverish heat of his skin yet he merely hummed hoarsely back to Hizashi. Melting into the blanket with twitches of his legs when the blonde used a new wipe to go over his stomach. Scrubbing gently at him.
A soft, husky humming leaving his husband breathlessly. He pushed himself weakly up over the blankets once the blonde was finished scrubbing at his stomach. Grabbing at the remaining pillows on the bed, he stuffed it beneath his head as he heard a few more wipes being pulled at. Quiet rang over the room for a moment before the bed dipped gently. Hands tugging him closer to the blonde to which he happily scooched closer. Sharing the pillow with his husband, he felt the blonde cuddling into him.
Sliding his arm up around his chest as he was tugged close to it. He rest his head to Hizashi's shoulder as he buried his face into his throat. Legs twisting and locking together shook lightly as an arm curled around his waist tightly. Holding him close when lips pressed softly to the top of his head as he nuzzled his face against Hizashi's throat. An awkward resting position on his husband's shoulder when hair rustled over the pillow. The slick slide of skin rubbing against him had his stomach fluttering.
Tingles racing down his back when he twisted closer to his husband with a cracked hum leaving himself as hands slid over his back. A bead of sweat ran down the side of his face annoyingly, yet he happily ignored it when a hand came up to coax his hair away from his throat. His shoulder. He was melting. Sinking into Hizashi as he squirmed before clutching at the blonde. Cuddling into him for that affection as hands slid over his back again. The soft kneading of fingers digging into his slick back had him shivering.
Humming tiredly when he felt the blonde cuddling into him with a cheek nuzzling itself to his hair had his eyelids drooping. Lashes fluttering in vain before resting on his cheeks against as his shaking breaths steadied slightly. Not enough to easily slip away but if it evened out the way he expected it too? Well, he knew it'd be a window for that nap. And God, it was so tempting. After a long day and sex upon returning home would knock anyone out. And Hizashi felt so good cuddling into him. Comforting.
"Za-Zashi?" A low hum in response as a cheek squished itself to his head to which he nuzzled his face into the blonde's throat. Curling against his husband when he tipped his head down to mumble. "'m tired. I wa-wanna take a nap. 's that ok-okay? Yo-You fuckin' wiped me out, you know that? Kn-Knocked all that fu-fuckin' energy outta me."
A breathless laugh left his husband as arms tightened around him. His hair ruffled lightly with that laugh when Hizashi's cheek was squishing to his head again in another nuzzle. So easy it would be to slip away right now. To nap no matter how briefly when Hizashi kissed his head softly. "Tha-That's more than okay! I'll cle-clean everything up for us! Thr-Throw the pillows in the wash an-and put the swing away! Yo-You take a nap, baby, okay? Don't wo-worry 'bout a thing!"
"Mmmkay." Arms tightened in a squeeze around him in response to his mumble. He tightened his own arm arm around the blonde's chest. Nuzzling his face into his throat with a few soft kisses that had lips pressing to his head. It always felt nice to cuddle up with Hizashi after sex. No matter how sweaty they were. It was a comfort. An affection, an adoration, he could happily give and return. Clearing his throat he force himself to speak after placing a kiss up beneath Hizashi's jaw. "I lo-love you, Zashi. So much. "
"I lo-love you too, baby! Don't you wo-worry 'bout a thing, li-like I said! I'll wa-wake you up when I-I get dinner done! You en-enjoy your nap, Sho! You deserve it, sweet thing!" There was another kiss followed by a nuzzle as arms squeezed him closer. Clutched him tight to the blonde as the slick slide of skin had his stomach fluttering again. He buried his face into the blonde's throat with a nuzzle as he dragged that faint scent of his cologne down. Goddamn was he a lovesick fool for this man. And he fucking loves it.