Fifty Darker Shades of EraserMic

by CrypticBeans

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

23. On The Line!

Six days. Hizashi hadn't had a proper conversation with Shouta for six days. Six days of silence. Of no eye contact. It was killing him slowly with each avoidance tactic from his husband, who seemed set on edge. Ducking his face away each time he tried to catch that gaze of his. Three nights sleeping on the couch to give his husband the space he needed. Six days of absolutely nothing from his normally affectionate husband when they were home. None of the late texts he adored.

They were replaced with stiff and unbearably formal ones from Shouta. And he could understand it. Shouta needed space, so he would give it. Anything he could to give his husband the peace he needed to process. In that first hour of their enema play, when he had yanked that plug out on a far too confident pull, his husband had been quiet. The tears smearing onto his throat in the pocket that his hot face made as hands clung to him. Soaking into his pants as he sat in that wet puddle with his husband curled in his arms.

An hour of silence, save for the occasional whimper under his apologies that wouldn't stop. It poured out of him endlessly each time his husband seemed on the cusp of pulling away. Of yanking out of his arms. And then, much to his dismay, his husband eventually pulled away from him, only to lock himself in the bathroom. Hours spent on the other side of the door as he knocked and tried to explain. He tried to apologize for his part in everything, while his husband remained completely silent on the other side.

He knew Shouta was embarrassed. Mortified for many different reasons that afternoon. It was, after all, technically wetting the bed. He truly felt shocked when his husband reacted so suddenly beneath him. Gone from one moment lost in the heat of the moment with that orgasm cresting up, up, up in him as it knotted tightly in his stomach with his husband stiffening beneath him. He was writing and twisting as his mouth dropped open, with black lashes fluttering against his cheeks. Clutching him close, close, close.

Holding onto him as he wailed out in that husky pitch, only for the next second of that crest to melt into panic. He had pulled the plug, but all he had to assume was that he had indeed gone too far. His husband had felt wetness and had panicked, resulting in him shoving at him while trying to twist out from beneath him. The sudden movements had resulted in his hand moving in a jerk from his husband's sudden movements pulling at his arm. Pulling the pluck out with his clumsy grip merely had his husband absolutely frantic.

Frenzied in his attempt to get away before the bed was soaked. Flipping off the wet patch on the bed, he stumbled over his feet in his rush towards the bathroom. Flying down to his knees. The tears. It had left him feeling awful when he'd flown off the bed the second he understood. The second he realized what he'd done accidentally. It was perhaps fortunate that his husband spent three days away from home. He spent three days away, where he saw his husband at a distance in the school hallways briefly.

Flitting glances for the second he'd catch his husband's gaze, it would flick away from him downwards. Terse, noncommittal answers were given to him. A stiff set to his shoulders spoke of that discomfort as his husband grunted and hummed to him when he needed an answer. Quiet around him. It reminded him painfully of the beginning years of their relationship in high school. How Shouta's face used to turn red any time they were in close proximity together. When they were alone in the same room.

How he would rush off with his ducked down to bury his face into his capture weapon to hide the blush smothering itself over his cheeks. The way his shoulders scrunched upwards towards his ears. Refusing to remain in one place too long or turning tail when he was in his sights. Three nights away had been painful when all he'd get were those bland text messages. Dry one word answers. It was awful. Painful. Especially when he caught that flicker of longing in his husband's gaze before it was washed away by embarrassment.

The self-consciousness he saw in his husband when he turned away. Three nights away, however, had seemed to help ease some of that embarrassment for his husband. Not completely, but it was enough for him to sit closer to the man on the couch. Close yet, his legs never draped over his lap. Arms never around his shoulders. He didn't get those arms wrapped around his waist or a cheek nuzzled to his when cooking. He couldn't think of giving affection when his husband was jumping away when he moved in.

The easily triggered blushes led to Shouta's head turning to hide his face. Embarrassment was a strong emotion. It was hard to rid a person of, and he could admit he understood that. He understood it perfectly in a man like his husband, but it didn't erase his own longing. The apologies that burst out of him the second they were alone, with his husband brushing them aside with assurances he understood. Always short. Terse to get through it. It made the man's return home on Thursday awkward.

Painfully distant, the black-haired man had looked uncomfortable at the bed after their nighttime routine. It was then that he offered to sleep on the couch. To give him another night of space. And despite the longing in that gaze and the denial from his husband that he didn't have too, he did so. Gathering a spare blanket from their closet and his pillows. Held in his arms as he rushed from the room with a parting goodnight to the black-haired man. Something he thought would be a one-night occurrence turned into two.

Thursday and Friday nights spent curled on the couch had his heart aching. There wasn't as much tension running through his husband, but there was enough to keep him at arm's length. The embarrassment running in a cycle to wring his husband dry. He knew they needed to have a sit down conversation. To talk about what happened. To lay out the brutal truth with that open communication being used in a healthy manner while remaining blunt. While having the chance to air out the unspoken words on both sides.

Things he should have said had been buried under the apologies, leaving him instead. Babbling at his husband his sorry, sorry, sorry with that sting when his husband merely quietly acknowledged them. Tried to give him that awkward reassurance. He truly didn't know if his words fell on metaphorically deaf ears. If they truly meant something to his husband or if he would talk himself hoarse. But Shouta seemed to be softening by Saturday night. Enough to let him back in the bedroom where they had slept back to back.

The black-haired man went to bed later than himself after they had gone through their nightly routines together. It had been hard to fight that temptation to roll over to hold the black-haired man close when the boundaries had been established. It was clear enough even for their children to see when Hitoshi tried questioning him about it. The reserved nature in which Shouta spoke to him. Even Eri, with her wide eyes, had asked him once she was in bed if everything was alright. He'd tried to keep upbeat.

To tell them it was only a snag and not to worry about it. However, on Sunday night, he felt he had won an inch when he woke up in the night to go to the bathroom, bleary-eyed in the darkness. After returning to bed, he'd been drifting off when he felt Shouta squirming behind him before he was rolling over. An arm slithering around his waist as his face pressed into the center of his back with those warm, even breaths. Awake. It had melted him. All that mattered was earning those small victories with him.

In winning those inches, the gap was closed bit-by-bite as the embarrassment that strangled his poor husband was worked through. And he didn't blame him one bit. They had gone into enemas, knowing what an enema meant. Knowing it would be messy. He knew it was merely the fact that neither had imagined it happening when walking through their scenarios together. The worries his husband was willing to be vocal about. It was only because they hadn't seen it coming or happening that it upset his husband.

It was the equivalent of unwillingly wetting his pants in front of him. It was embarrassing for Shouta to be dealing with that so suddenly. And yet he knew that gap was mending slowly when he'd gotten that familiar press against his back that night. The warmth of his husband curling into him had been one of the best signs he'd had in days. It was only made better when he moved his arm to touch the back of the hand on his stomach. Fingers reaching for his to intertwine together before he nodded off had been everything.

Everything he'd wanted but had been scared to push for, with how that embarrassment fed full force into the old reserved nature of his husband's. The shyness that he had painstakingly chipped away at for years had rushed to the surface. And yet, it was agonizing waiting for the gap to be mended once he had bit back his apologies. They would get him nowhere, and God knows he was only making himself hoarse with each one that slipped out, which would only create guilt. Shame. It was the last thing he wanted.

The very last thing that he'd want in a situation like this. And so, in the morning following that Sunday night cuddle, his husband had been quiet. Not quite as formal, but hands had reached for him in that shower early in the morning. Arms sliding around his waist with the scratch of his stumble against his back had him melting. He knew it was impossible to go back to normal. To go back to the way they had with that overwhelming confidence and boldness. So many factors had been taken into account.

There were so many angles where it could go wrong, but this had been an unexpected situation. It was merely proof that accidents happened, whether they were intentional or unintentional. They were unavoidable in life, but this was an accident that had his husband mortified. There was no jumping back into the rhythm of things just because he wished for it. Because he wanted to make it better. He didn't want it to set his husband back, but insisting on normalcy wasn't the way to go, and he knew that. Shouta knew that.

However, before he had time to put his hearing aids in after their shower, when his costume was on, Shouta stopped him. After having questioned his husband through sign, it led to the very conversation he'd been waiting for. Verbally or through sign language, it didn't matter one bit how they had that conversation. All that mattered was that Shouta was talking to him about it after days of that reserved embarrassment. That he was comfortable enough to come to him with the matter. To talk to him about it all.

Something he'd been terrified to take the initiative about when it came to talking to his husband. In those early hours, it had been laid out for him to understand completely. The embarrassment had so many origin points for his husband. The arousal that had been feeding into an early orgasm was something he had been ashamed of. The one that followed afterwards. The accident. His crying. It had been agonizing knowing his husband held all of it to his chest for so many days, all for fear of pushing him away.

Keeping his mouth shut to avoid making things worse, but it had only done that. It made things worse for his husband, who feared he had been angry over the cold distance. It tore his heart apart. Tore into it viciously, prompting tears far too early in the morning when he had reached for his husband. It had been an emotional conversation so early in the morning, but he was thankful for it. He had been so unbelievably happy to have had it with Shouta, who had wrapped his arms around him with surprising strength.

Something he could marvel at for hours when given to him. And yet, he remained realistic. Knew that this conversation wouldn't magically solve the embarrassment his husband had held for a week, but it was a start to getting back on track. They had to work towards it, but all that mattered was that they had reached the start of solving it. And so, to start off the first day of the week, they had a quiet peace with that understanding between them. The clarity he should have insisted upon days ago for the both of them.

So they could both breathe out the breaths they'd held. Of course, he hated the timing that kept his husband away for another three nights. Surprisingly, the black-haired man seemed to share the quiet sentiment two days in a row. It was a reluctance he could see in the knit of his brow. The set to his lips when they pursed together. The way those black lashes fluttered when his husband looked down when they were saying their goodbyes. How his hands tried holding onto his own a second longer than usual.

It was a reluctance that he had become all too accustomed to, but it felt agonizing to walk across that parking lot. To say goodbye to his husband, who looked lost; as if he had been set adrift watching his only rescuer walking away. It was an emotion that made itself far more obvious this afternoon than it had the other day, when that shyness had still prevailed. However, Monday night, there was a warmth to the texts from Shouta that hadn't been there days ago. A warmth that had him perking up that morning.

When he was rushing across the parking lot with a coffee in hand to greet his exhausted husband on the other side. A smile he was more than happy to receive from his husband, no matter how hesitant it came across. He knew it was a conversation they should have had long ago. He should have had the day after, but his husband had refused to talk to him. He had refused to participate in the conversation, leaving him to melt into apologies. So many times he had apologized while Shouta weakly waved them away.

He was used to messing up and making many mistakes in his life. He just hated when he made a mistake when it came to his husband. When the black-haired man was reduced to tears. It wasn't an easy feat to get his husband to tears the way he had been, and it ripped him apart. But he knew that, with time, bit by bit they'd work past it. He just had to be patient for the time being. To wait for Shouta to work through his embarrassment and to help him when it was asked of him. Everything took time and this needed time.

Standing beneath the showerhead, he found himself staring down at the water rushing down the drain of the tub. Silence. It was always off-putting to have his hearing aids out when he was all too familiar with the sounds accompanying the sights around him. The sound of the water beating against the shower walls and floor. The gurgle of the drain when he would eventually turn them off. Even the clatter of his shampoo and conditioner bottles. The slosh of his feet through the puddling water along the floor.

It was strange to be cut off from the familiar sounds, but it was a relief tonight. A day filled with shrieking students, the din of the lunch room when on duty, and the stresses of his classes took their toll. Shrieking with panic when Eri tried running across the parking lot when he picked her up from school without looking. The cats picking fights with one another from the second he hit the threshold with his daughter. The struggle to find new places for old items now that they're spring cleaning has been completed.

Small knick-knacks that needed organizing. Emails were waiting to be answered too, which he had neglected during his apology overload with his husband. Days of work pushed onto the back burner as he tried to take on more duties for himself. Chores around the house. Patrols that had run far too late. Trying to be out of the way of his husband to keep from overwhelming him. And yet all of the work he piled on himself had done very little to relieve the stress of the week. The guilt.

He knew, however, that it was no better than Shouta's week if their conversation had told him anything about how the black-haired man had been feeling all week long. Monday's were the bane of both their existences, but Tuesday's were rough. Awful on him. On Shouta. Tipping his head back once more, he let the water run through his hair and along his scalp. Wet locks stuck to his back and shoulders had him sighing out as he shut his eyes. Cutting off the blurry sight of the ceiling above him when he sighed out.

Shivering at the hot water making its way down his back, he lifted his hands up to rest on the cool wall preemptively. Preparing to turn the water off as he let his head fall back further, he took a deep breath before letting it out slowly. He didn't want anything more to happen that would kickstart that reserved nature in his husband. The embarrassment. And he knew, with hindsight what it was now, that the blame was shared equally but never pointed at one another. Never had the fight one would expect from that.

Shouta was never a horrible hothead, but it surprised him when he only got tears and silence afterwards. The silent treatment when he had every right to be angry with him. Horribly upset with him. And he knew, after what Shouta had told him, that he had every right to be upset with his husband for that silent treatment. For being treated so dismissively and coldly the past six days. They both had the right to be upset with one another and to be angry with the turn of events that afternoon. In the days afterwards.

Every right to scream, blame, and point fingers about how the other had failed to speak up. To adequately apologize and blame them for their reactions towards the entire situation. They had it. But he didn't want it. He didn't want to scream and rave about the treatment between them. About the unfairness that he was "deprived" of affection. Not when he had been rightly pushed away at arms length. While he could and should have mended that gap sooner, there was no changing what had happened the past week.

No changing their choices in terms of their actions and reactions. All that mattered was that Shouta was talking to him again with that open communication between them, and he was warming up again. Reaching out to him again, seeking that affection he was more than happy to give. It had been an eye-opening conversation where wrongs had been acknowledged. His fuckup of pulling too far and his husband's panic had been addressed in detail. In the end, it had all boiled down to one agreed upon decision.

While it was hot in the moment, enemas were not to be done again in a sexual manner. Not any time soon. And he could wholeheartedly agree with that declaration from his husband after this situation. Rolling his shoulders back, he straightened up his head with a light stumble at that oddly heavy sensation when he straightened himself. Catching his footing, he lifted his hands from the wall to press over his hair to squeeze the water out of it. It was a useless action, with the water pouring over him as he ran his hands over it.

Combing his fingers through the locks, he swore he could hear the splatter of water in his mind. A sound his brain was happy to recreate with his sliding hands. Dropping his hands from his hair, he opened his eyes once more to make sure he'd gotten the suds from his loofah before humming to himself. Far more aware of the vibration of that sound in his throat than he would be at any other time. Any moment he had his hearing aids in. It was amazing how more aware he was of the vibrations of the sounds around him.

Reaching out, he turned the handle upwards to cut off the water, which allowed the chill of the bathroom to attack his wet skin. Leaving him chilled in the absence of the hot water. Turning on his feet, he slid his hands over his hair and pushed the water from the locks before pushing open the shower curtain. Stepping over the rim of the tub wall to the towel he'd laid out on the floor, droplets ran down his back and chest. Weaving down his arms and legs in ticklish lines as he reached for the towel he had on the counter.

Lifting it up, he brought it over his head to squeeze out the remaining water from the locks with fierce rubs, then dropped it down. Wrapping it around his waist, he padded over to the bathroom door, where he reached out for the golden knob. Twisting it, he tugged the door open only to shudder at the cool air of the bathroom, which swarmed him in a gust. Chasing away the warmth of his shower as he stepped out into the bedroom, he quickly made his way over to the dresser towards his glasses and brush.

Noting the blurry view of a few heads raised on the bed. Sterling, Twix, and Simba. Cosmo's as she curled on Shouta's pillow with Void. The only one not in attendance on the bed, from what he noticed, was Cappella. He knew realistically that blow-drying his hair would be better than letting it air dry and dealing with the knots and tangles in the morning. That it would be better than towel drying it, but he was apathetic towards the thought. Unwilling to put much thought into the idea of pampering himself tonight.

Well, aside from the idea of using the lotion, he'd rub in soon. He didn't see the need for that effort tonight after the exhausting day he'd had. Stopping in front of the dresser, he grabbed his glasses where the light caught off the red frames. Lifting them upwards, he slid them into place before reaching for his brush, which he then lifted up to run through his hair. Quick pulls through it as he shivered at that cool air swirling at his damp skin once again. It would be better for him to towel off, but what about the lotion?

It would require him to sit for minutes outside of the blankets with that chilly air attacking his skin. Did it matter if he skipped a day? If he had one night to merely shower and crawl into bed? He didn't think so. It wouldn't kill him to skip one night while his husband was away. Shifting his weight on his feet, he pulled the brush through his hair only to wince at a snag he worked out carefully. Slowly moving through the locks to work out knots until his hair lay straight, although still wet against his back.

While he certainly wasn't anywhere close to sleeping after the emails he'd written, his pile of work seemed never-ending tonight. He shouldn't pull an all-nighter, but it might be required to jumpstart his grading. He let his gaze flick to the small clock on their cable box. Ten fifty-five. It was far too late to be awake on a school night, even as a teacher, but he wanted to get caught up. To complete the work he'd neglected that needed to be passed back to his students by the end of the week. It was, sadly, his fault for having done it.

He'd drown under all the paperwork if he didn't jump on it now. To get it done rather than merely handing out assignments and receiving more to the pile he had in his laptop bag. The essays he had to grade waiting on the student portal. He'd truly been slacking more than he'd originally thought in his haste to take on more household chores. Pinching his lips together, he reached out towards the case, holding his hearing aids up. Turning it over in his fingers once, twice, he sighed out before popping open the top.

Pulling out the small devices, he lifted them up to place them in his ears. Pushing them in, he fussed with their positioning over his ears and that of his glasses frames behind them until they were setting comfortably. He then turned them on as he was plunged back into sound. As if reentering the world after having stepped out the quiet bells of the cats collars behind him. The rustling of the blankets as they rolled and shifted over them. The dripping splatter of the showerhead in the bathroom.

The fan overhead working to air out the steam. The quiet whir of his laptop fans as it sat on its small stand in the middle of the bed behind him. Waiting for him to resume the work that he'd been chipping away at before he'd gone to the shower for a refresher. He sighed at the thought of grinding away another night with the energy drinks he bought at the store. The coffee he'd be leaning heavily on tomorrow if he stayed up later than midnight. After the short patrol he ran toward, he wanted to relax.

He wanted nothing more than to sprawl out on the bed. Take a few moments to simply bury his face in the pillows and relax. But he'd put it off. He'd done this to himself, whether it was intended or not, and he had to chip away at the pile of work before him. God knows Shouta would jump down his throat if he saw the pile of work. Rip him a new one at the amount he had to get done before the week was over. The sound of his own low, reluctant groan had him jumping slightly when he turned to the bed.

To the sight of his laptop sitting there, half propped open, with the bright glow of the screen washing over the keys. It would be better now to chip at the pile so there would be either something half done or less for him tomorrow when he threw himself into his work. Shuffling across the floor towards the large bed, he adjusted the makeshift waistband of his towel. Pressing his knees to the edge of the bed once he reached it, he climbed up onto the bed, where he got a few disgruntled chirps and slit gazes from the cats.

Settling into his spot, he shifted forward to sprawl out in that slanted position across the blanket when the sudden ping of his phone stopped him. A notification? Or a text message? Shouta had been doing better to text him throughout the day yesterday and last night. Much better, but it was still a bit spotty. It was bound to be with the amount of work he had to do while his husband took on his patrols at night. But he'd been better than the dry answers and the hours-long pauses before he got answers.

It was so much better, yet it still left him stunned to hear his phone pinging. He turned towards the bedside table, where he scooped up his phone, tugging the charger from the port, before lifting it up to find what he'd hoped for. Had his heart jumping to his throat to strangle him when he squeezed the device with a light groan of the plastic case. Taking a deep breath to choke down that sudden surge of excitement, he slid his thumb over the screen to unlock it. Tapping on the notification from his husband.

He felt his stomach flutter viciously when he took another breath. There was only one night left, but God did he miss the sight of his husband. To have him speak to him without those strained hums or grunts. He wanted to hear him. No, he wanted more than just to hear his husband. He wanted to see him. Wanted to feel those rough hands sliding into his, with fingers pressing into the back of his hands. To admire the small scars lining those fingers and knuckles. Just like the rest of the scars littered over his husband's body.

All from years of hero work. High school. He wanted to talk to him without dissolving it into that guilt as he spit out apology after apology at his husband. Six days spent ignoring him. Six days with those strained answers from Shouta due to that surge of embarrassment. It was hardly the longest they'd gone without speaking properly to one another. In the days following the choking attempt with Shouta, he hadn't spoken to his husband properly for two weeks. Two unbelievably long weeks filled with guilt.

Both on his husband's end and his own. Apologies leaving his husband each time they spoke, yet he'd been tight-lipped. As tight-lipped as his husband had been with him the past six days. Instead, it was about as long as the time Nemuri caught them leaving their utility room. Breaking on the morning of that seventh day. Six days of no communication were long. It was unbearable to have his husband so close after he had been let back into the bedroom. When he'd had the warmth of his body under the blanket.

When his husband had been mere inches away yet unable to touch. Unwilling to upset him further and possibly widen the gap between them rather than minimizing it. It was an ache to have him so close during work. He couldn't stand it, but he'd been worried about possibly making things worse rather than making them better. Hesitating for days. Swallowing, he took a deep breath before he forced himself to focus on his text glowing up at him. A text asking to call. To talk. And he wanted to talk to his husband.

And no sooner did he text back was the phone ringing in his hand. The pop up image of his husband with that soft, shy smile had his heart jumping into his throat as his phone vibrated in his hand with its cheerful ringtone. In and out. He swallowed before tapping on that green button as he lifted the phone up to his ear in time to hear a rustle over the other end. The quiet rush of a breath over the speaker. "So, how is your Tuesday night going?"

There was silence before a snicker burst over the speaker as he shifted forward to let himself sprawl over the bed. Pushing at his computer when there was another sound over the line before his husband was speaking. "Is that really how we're going to answer the phone now? Awkward, corporate answers each time you pick up, Zashi? Are you also going to wish me a goodnight when I hang up?"

"Well, does that mean you're not going to tell me how your night is going and that you don't want it to be good?" A bark of laughter had the corners of his mouth twitching at the familiar sound. It was hard to remember in the past handful of days how many items Shouta had laughed no matter how short and brief. How open he sounded with that playful lilt to his voice. It was a stark contrast to the way they'd been speaking lately. "Is anything going on? Is that why you wanted to call?"

"Nothing's going on. It might be jinxing myself, but it's been quiet tonight, thank God." There was another rustle over the line followed by a- What was it? A squeak? Or a creak of the bed moving? "It's like I said over text. I want to hear your voice right now and I want to talk to you tonight. I haven't been talking to you much lately, have I? It's kinda dickish, isn't it? For me to not only do it willingly but to go so long without talking to you?"

"It's understandable given what happened, baby, so you really don't need to be upset about it!" Shifting over the blanket, he tucked his feet between the pillows before bracing them against the headboard as he twisted slightly to lay on his back. "I get it, I do, so you don't need to go into apology overload, okay? I think God fucking knows I've done more than enough apologizing for the two of us in a single week, haven't I? I don't know how that didn't get on your nerves!"

"I don't know how the silent treatment didn't get on your nerves!" Th He looked down instinctively at a nudge against his calf when he smiled at the sight of Cappella curling against his crossed legs when he shifted his phone slightly. Keeping it pinned tightly to his ear with a light scrape of his hearing aid and piercings against it. "But I am, you know. I'm sorry about it and how I treated you after it. Embarrassed or not, that was wrong of me. Especially when I know how you blame yourself."

"It was my fault though, wasn't it? I got overconfident with it and we both panicked because of it." A sigh crackled over the speaker when he shivered at a sudden gust of cool air prompting him to look to the window with that awkward angle. Did he leave it open? Or was he imagining it? "But Shouta, baby, I don't blame you! I know how you are, and it was embarrassing, I know that well enough! I mean, the plan was for you to empty yourself on your own, wasn't it? It was an unexpected thing we didn't consider. "

Another rustle over the speaker of the phone being adjusted or was it the blankets? "Yeah, it was the plan for me to empty on my own before we tweaked it. But panicked or not, planned or not, accident or intentional it was wrong to be treating you like that. My behavior was disgusting after, and I shouldn't have shut you down the way I did the day afterwards. I shouldn't have cut you off or avoided you like that because it's childish and we know that. But now I just-"

"You just what?" A breath was taken before it was shuddering over the line as he held his own slightly when his heart skipped at the waver to his husband's voice. A faint quiver that had been building but the throat clearing on the other side of the line had him blinking at the sudden stop. Shouta wasn't an emotional man; not in the way that he had ever expected. He could get choked up, but he often strangled those emotions down. Hid it away. "You just what, Shouta?"

"I miss you." A shuffle over the line had him blinking when sharp exhale had the speaker crackling with the feedback as his left hand paused in its stretched towards Cappella who was inching her way up toward his thigh. "It's a stupid thing to say, isn't it? That I missed you despite being the one ignoring you? Being a dick to you? It stupid of me too but I do miss you, Zashi. It feels impossible to miss someone who's right there next to me but-"

"It's not stupid! Not stupid at all, baby!" The rustle of his hair over the pillow was deafening when he swallowed before letting out a breath. "I miss you too, Shouta, but you know that, yeah? It's completely possible because we both did. I'd drop everything just to drive there right now and see you, baby. If it was possible, I'd be there right now with you, you know that? We shouldn't ignore what happened or sweep it under the rug but build on it going forward, yeah?"

"Yeah. That would absolutely be the smartest and most mature way to handle things going forward." A shuffle on the other end of the phone had him humming softly when there was an obvious shift of the phone. "So, tell me, what is the great Present Mic doing after his shower? I know your routine like the back of my hand but knowing how your day went, if its anything like mine, I can imagine exactly what you're doing now."

A snort burst out of him when a head pressed itself against his fingers with the light prick of cat nails on his side when he stretched out with a push at his laptop to keep it out of the way when his head pressed lightly against the edge of it. "I'm not that predictable yet! I can't be! But if you must ask then I'll have you know that I'm very obviously pampering myself after a long day where I was dragged quite literally twice while on patrol and metaphorically with all my work!"

"You're lying on the bed naked, aren't you? No, wait, correction not naked but you have your towel, don't you?" Pursing his lips against the reappearance of that playful lilt to his husband's voice over the speaker, it had his stomach fluttering. After days of silence pairing with his husband's dee voice in his ear, it had his stomach dropping sickeningly. Nauseating from the rush of giddiness. "I bet your hair isn't even dry yet, is it? You know that's bad for both your hair and the blankets."

Something about his husband's tone of voice had heat gathering in the back of his neck rushing to his face in a tingling wave. Huffing when he got a snicker from the black-haired man, he adjusted the positioning of the phone in his hand before pressing it tightly to his ear again. "Alright, you sassy little shit! If you know me so well after my shower, I'd bet ten to one you're either in those ratty pajamas of yours or you're in your boxers like usual before bed!"

"Maybe I am. It's not my fault that you're easy to predict, love." Oh. It had his heart skipping to his throat when he fidgeted against the blankets causing them to rustle beneath him. How long had it been since he had an affection name like that aimed his way? It wreaked absolute havoc on his system when his husband was speaking again. "If you must know, however, one of those two options might be what I'm wearing. And maybe they're not. Guess you'll have to use your imagination."

Oh. It was a damn good thing his face was already hot when he shifted to scratch at the head nudging insistently against his still fingers. A damn good thing he wasn't on camera; the last thing he needed was to see the blotchy, unflattering red his face had to be. "You know, if I didn't know better, I'd dare say that I'm being flirted with right about now! However, that couldn't possibly be my emotionally constipated husband! Surely not! It might just be my imagination for my stoic husband would never!"

"You're so fucking obnoxious, you know that?" A laugh burst out of him at the snickers leaving his husband as he spoke when he then heard another of those rustles over the speaker. Barely audible but he could hear the sound of Shouta moving on the other side when there was a hesitant breath being taken before it rushed out. Overwhelming the speaker with a crackle. "I thought you said you could always go for some flirting and flattery once in a while, Zashi."

"I have! I love hearing my handsome, emotionally constipated husband complimenting me because it lets me know what you really think about me!" Shifting slightly, he reached down to flick away the paw trying to knead into his stomach with its outstretched position. "But to counter your question from earlier, what are you doing tonight? It's pretty late and I can't imagine you doing much right now if you took your pills, which you have, right?"

"I haven't taken them because I don't want to go to bed yet. Too much on my mind right now." Humming softly at the black-haired man, he looked down at the purring cat curling into his side as Cappella stretched her arm out over his stomach again with her toes spreading. Nails popping out before it was resting on his stomach to knead lightly at him. "Besides, I'd much rather be talking to a pretty, obnoxiously loud blonde man tonight than go to bed yet. It's a much better way to wind down in my opinion."

"Ah ha! So, you admit that you think I'm pretty!"

"You know you're completely ignoring the obnoxious and loud parts, Zashi."

"Doesn't matter! My husband thinks I'm pretty! That's all I need to go on for my night!" He swore he could hear the force of that eyeroll on the other side of the line when he squirmed in place with his hand reaching down to tug lightly on the end of the towel bunching up on his thighs annoyingly when he curled his legs slightly. "What do you have on your mind then? What's keeping the great Aizawa Shouta keyed up so late at night?"

"You." Shouta had never been painfully blunt. He had little social awareness or the way he phrased things around others, but his husband hardly ever made what could be classified as cliché or dramatic confessions. He wasn't the overly emotional person who gushed with them. His husband wasn't the type to be flirtatious or make such bold claims, but it had his face blistering with a fresh wave at the matter-of-fact tone in that deep voice. The singular word said as an explanation.

And while his husband was hardly oversentimental or emotional, he was very blunt. He knew Shouta believed in being straight to the point rather than playing around. Swallowing, he cleared his throat when he twisted his fingers into the end of his towel when he caught the rustling of blankets over the line. "About me, huh? What about me are you thinking about? I'm assuming it's good, right, if you're going to be so honest about it?"

"Really good." Another pause with a hitching breath being taken before it was cracking over the speaker on an exhale when he caught another faint squeak. "I didn't lie when I said I missed you. I miss being home with you and I miss lying with you. Playing with your hair. Having your arms around me and all that mushy shit. I miss having you kiss me. How warm you are when we're under the blankets. I miss having you that close to me and having your hands on me."

God, this man didn't know how to take it easy on him, did he? Like flood gates opening intent on choking him up with the weight of his words as he felt a sickening thump of his heart against his chest when his cheeks burned with a fresh wave of heat. How long had it been since Shouta could make him blush like this? The beginning? "I miss you too, baby. Fuck, I miss having you that close too, but I was scared of making things worse, you know? I want you here so badly I feel half outta my mind when I think on it!"

"I want you here with me." Hoarse. A whisper of his voice lowering when he clutched at the hem of his towel in a tight grasp when his own breath rushed out of him on a tremble. "I want you to be here in this shitty twin bed with me and I want you to touch me, Zashi. I want you to kiss me and to be so fucking cliché that I feel sick from it. Will- I mean, would you? Touch me when I come home? Would you touch me like that? Or is that asking too much given how everything's been?"

"You never, ever have to ask me to do that, baby! Never." Shifting slightly, he dragged his teeth over his bottom lip once, twice, before licking his lips as he took a breath. "I'd give anything to hold you right now. Kiss you fucking silly and touch you all night long. However, you'd want me too, I'd touch you. I'd make love to you if that's what you wanted from me and I'd do it fucking happily, baby! I'd make love to you all night, Nezu be damned with his stupid little lectures on our "harlotry"!"

"Would you really? Make love to me? Fuck me? Ev-Even if it wasn't here, would you do it at home? Take me to bed? Would you really touch me all night long? Because I want to touch you, Zashi. I want to touch you so fucking bad. You have no idea how bad I do! Can we- It wasn't the plan for-for calling but could we do something now? Please?"

It had heat flickering under his skin at that lower pitch to his husband's voice. Sinking down in its smoldering grip along his bones, that familiar desire twisted idly into him at the husky over the line that had him squirming in his spot when he moved his hand away from the towel. Pushing Cappella away from him gently only to get himself a chirping meow but he could hardly pay attention. "I mean, phone sex is on the list, baby, and even if it wasn't I'd still want to do it with you! "

"I just- I want you to know this wasn't my driving force for calling, okay? I don't want you to-to think this is like a weird hookup for forgetting everything that's happened this week, you know? But I just- If you're okay with it then-?"

"We can absolutely do it, baby!" It gave him a shuddering breath when he then shifted as he reached up with his free hands to nudge cats away. His laptop to the left side of the bed rather than risk it sliding to the edge of it and falling off. He could catch an identical rustling over the line when he settled down again in his spot again. "Before we start, I don't want you feeling guilty, okay? Because we will be talking again but if you want to feel good with me tonight then there's nothing wrong with that!"

"I know I just don't want to derail it all, you know? Make it seem like "oh we talked about it so it's fine again now have phone sex with me" you know? I don't want it to be like that is all. Like I'm trying to sweep it under the rug when I'm not." A quiet sound was caught over the line, but he couldn't decipher it. Not exactly but he knew it was a creak followed by a light thud. "But I-I think it outweighs any possible guilt. I've- We've been caught up in all this and I want to feel good with you rather than bad."

"And that's understandable!" His heart felt ready to jump through his chest with its solid beats as he lifted his hand up to adjust the positioning of his hair up above him. Making himself comfortable when he cleared his throat when he licked his lips. "I'm gonna put you on speaker, okay? You don't have to do the same since, you know, the walls are shitty where you are! But you wanna tell me what you're doing? What you're wearing?"

"I-" He heard a shuffle over the line as he pulled his phone away before tapping at the screen to put it on speaker to catch the tail-end of whatever his husband had been saying in that split second, he pulled away. "-laying on the bed. On top of the blankets because I-I don't want to make a mess. But you were wrong about your assumptions on what I was wearing earlier. I'm not wearing anything right now."

Oh, that had heat flashing under his skin at the mere image of that. Shouta, for all intents and purposes, never slept naked at the dorms for obvious reasons. Never knowing when he'd have to run out on short notice, open the door in his tired state, and for the sheer principle of it. That it felt wrong to do that, his husband had told him. It had heat twisting under his skin at the fact his husband was making such a bold move. "Oh yeah? I thought you didn't like being naked there! Thought it was "too risky"?"

"I don't but I think you can say that this is an extraordinary circumstance, can't you?" God, there really was something about his husband's voice over the speaker so close to his ear that had him tingling. Squirming over the blanket to have that deep voice crackling slightly through it. "Can you talk to me? Tell me what you'd do to me? What you want to do to me when I come home? When we can be alone? Please, Zashi? Le-Let me hear it?"

"Oh, baby, that'd be a fuckin' novels worth that would keep us up all night if I told you what I want to do to you!" It sent a shiver down his back the hitching breath over his phone when he pitched his voice down to get the reaction he hoped for. Swallowing at that sickening hit of his heart against his chest had him sucking in a trembling breath of his own. "Close your eyes for me, okay? Get comfortable for me and do what you want while I'm talking. I'll check in with you but feel free to talk with me, alright?"

He could catch the quiet sound of his husband shifting over the other side with a faint creak before there was a rustle in the speaker as he fussed with his phone in its placement over his shoulder. It was exciting. A strange rush that had him dragging his teeth over his bottom lip when he drifted his fingers over his stomach. The muscles jumping in a quiver beneath them when he reached his hands down to throw it open. "'m ready when you are, Zashi."

It had his heart skipping over its racing beats as he lifted his hands back up as he let his own eyes shut. He'd never, ever, been lacking in words before but now it was more important than ever to paint a picture. Words would be everything tonight. "It's cliché but I'd scoop you up in my arms the second we got home in the bedroom. I'd kiss you slow, hard, with all the passion in the world to get you squirming in my hold as I carried you over to the bed and laid you out."

There was a rustle over the speaker followed by a squeak of the bedframe as it moved no doubt. He trailed his fingertips lightly up over his stomach to get the muscles jumping with a quiver beneath them as he lifted his hands up towards his chest. The cool air attacking his dried skin had goosebumps raising over his skin with the throat clearing over the speaker. "What next? Wh-What will you do once I was on the bed?"

"Kiss you. Oh, I'd kiss you all over, baby, as you squirmed beneath me with those little sounds you make! Did you know that? I'll kiss all over that red face of yours until you're begging me for another kiss, but I won't. Not yet." A hitch. Rustles. He licked his lips before he swept his hands up his quivering stomach towards his chest. "Kiss your chest as you squirmed beneath me when your hips do those cute little thrusts up like you're dying for something against you."

"That's because you always like to tease me all the damn time! Can't blame me if I'm impatient when you're teasing me, can you?" The lower pitch to his husband's voice had his heart stumbling over its beats as he hummed quietly with a brush as his hands over his chest. Through the curls of blonde hair with a quiet brush of his palms moving over the drying skin. "I think you get off more on teasing me than I do, don't you? You always go so slow even when you're fucking me, Zashi."

"Can you blame me? Hold it against me if I want to gawk at my husband when he's like that? To watch you squirm and twist beneath me when you're holding onto me so tightly? When you get that adorable little flustered look when you think you're being too loud?" Oh, he could hear that breathing deepening slightly with its tremors. The quiet hitches to them. "When you're arching up against me with those little thrusts up? Legs wrapped so tightly around my waist I can't move right?"

"I can and I will hold it against you fo-for teasing like you do! Always pinning me down so I can't move right half the time! Grinding and thrusting against me like I'm just a pillow for you to use just to get yourself all worked up!" Oh, that sent a shudder down his back as heat twisted under his skin as it gripped onto his bones. Squeezing him tightly as it flared in a breathtaking flash that had his dick twitching with interest. "You always look so pretty up above me, you know that? So, fucking pretty!"

"I can say the same for you, baby, when you're up above me! God, as much as I love pinning you down to the bed, I might just have you ride me when we get a minute alone!" There was a crackling whine over the speaker followed by a rustle that had his stomach fluttering as he slid his hands over his chest with a sharp exhale as he rubbed the pads of his fingers against his areolas. Avoiding his nipples. Not yet. Not yet, yet, yet. "Do you understand how fucking pretty you look when you're riding my cock?"

"Tell me? Tell me about it?" Whispering. His husband's voice was a hoarse whisper over the speaker as he continued to quiet himself. The walls were painfully thin in the dorms given the impromptu building of the teacher's dorms. There wasn't a thing that went unheard through the walls which made those hookups during his healing process all the more exciting. Thrilling for the both of them. It had him shuddering when there was a hitching breath that cracked before rushing out.

"When you're up above me it's absolutely beautiful! Wa-watching your thighs flex and the roll of your hips when you're grinding down against me is outta this fucking world, baby! Watching you squirm and twist over me as your knees slid over the bed to sink down onto me? You always look so sexy on top of me with your messy hair and that blush when you're grinding down against me! Clenching around my cock like it's the best thing you've ever had in you! Lookin' at me like you want to eat me up!"

"That's because it is! Fuck, I love riding you, Zashi, you know that? When I can feel you thrust up into me each time, I come down is so good." Rubbing the pads of his fingers over his areolas, he dragged his nails lightly over them to get those tingles racing down. Pooling into his stomach to twist into the familiar ache that had his breath catching. His dick giving another curious twitch when he lifted his hands upwards. "I love seeing you la-laid out beneath me and look up at me like I'm everything!"

"You are, baby! Watching you bounce yourself on my co-cock will always be the hottest thing I'll ever see in my life! How your hips roll and slam down onto me making the bed bounce as your hair moves over your shoulders? That smug smirk you always get when you have me squirming? When you're fucking me so good I can't stay still? When you arch your hips forward while you bounce on me so I can touch you? How you leak all over your stomach? It's fucking sexy!"

A strangled whimper crackled over the speaker as he trailed his fingers over his hardening nipples when he dragged his teeth over his lip. The deepening, trembling breaths over the speaker had heat gripping him with the intent on strangling him. The desire to be there eating him up. His dick twitched against his pressed thighs as that ache twisted down to include his groin with it as he swallowed. "I wa-wanna ride the fuck outta you, Zashi! Wanna have your cock stretching me out goood!"

Dragging his teeth fiercely over his bottom lip, he brushed his fingers over his nipples again, again, again before fanning his hands back down to slip the tips of his fingers below the balls of his studs to flick them up. Raising them up until he got that light sting to get him whining before moving them away in a flick. Again. And again. "I'll fucking let you! I'd gi-give anything to have you riding me right now, you know that? To watch you bounce yourself on my cock? Fuck me into this bed?"

"I want you so bad, Zashi! Fuck, I'd do anything to come over an-and fuck myself on your cock! Feel you so deep in me it drives me crazy li-like it always does! Filling me up like nothing else ever could! I'd fuck you all night if I could, Zashi, and I want too! I want to bounce myself on your cock all night until my hips ache in the morning! Want you to come over now and fuck me into this mattress just so I can have you! God, I'd give anything for you to be here!"

Despite the attempt not to make too much sound to overwhelm the speaker he couldn't stop the groan in its tracks. Tearing out of him at that throaty pitch as he flicked at his piercings with a click off of his nails as his dick twitched against his thighs with that sharp twist of excitement. His lashes fluttering on his lashes as he pressed his feet to the headboard when he caught a whimper over the speaker. "I'd pound your ass into that bed, baby, and you'd love every second of it, wouldn't you?"

Another whimper crackled over the speaker that had shivers racing down his back as he tugged at his piercings for another of those sharp stings that had him pressing his head back. Uneven breaths wavering on a tremble when he brought his fingers forward to pinch at his nipples with tingles feeding into that ache. Longing. Desire. It was choking him. "I want-! Wh-What are you doing? Tell me? Tell me what you're do-doing to yourself, Zashi?"

Stealing the words right out of his mouth. Shouta was ahead of him by a step, and it had him groaning as his hair rustled over the blanket with that firm press to the bed. "I'm playing with my nipples just like how you do it! Fuck, I love how you play with'em, baby, you know that? How you always drive me so crazy when you do! Wh-When you play with the piercings, I'm doin' that! Tell me, wha-what are you doing to yourself, hmm? Are you hard? Gettin' there? Te-Tell me everything, baby, please? Let me hear?"

"I'm-I'm gettin' hard but I'm stroking it! It's- Mmm!" That breathy little sound was a damn shot to his stomach that had his dick giving a volley of twitches as he pinched tightly at his nipples sending a jolt of pleasure down to his stomach. He could see it. How lazily his husband often stroked himself with those lazy curves upwards towards the head where that thumb would grind into it. Smearing the drops of pre-come welling there. "I'm also fi-fingering myself too!"

Fuck. Him. He could easily see a repeat of that afternoon days before their anniversary when his husband had been laid out on the bed fucking himself with that toy. When he'd been whimpering, whining, and moaning to himself after he'd come home from his shopping venture with Nemuri. It had him moaning with a startling volume at the image his brain happily created as that heat twisting when he twitched at the crackle of the speaker. "Ho-How many fingers do you have in you already, baby?"

"Tw-Two! But 'm working up to three! I-I might've done it in the showers!" Breathless. Husky. It had him shivering as he pinched tightly at his nipples with a burst of strength that had pain ripping over his chest. Tearing a groan out of him as he then released the tight pinch on his left nipple. Flicking at the tingling, hardened thing before bringing his hand up to lap his tongue over his palm. His fingers. "Fuck, Zashi, I wa-want you to fuck me with three fingers again! Four! I- Mm! Wa-Want your fingers in me!"

Lapping over his palm and fingers eagerly, he caught a choked moan leaving his husband that crackled over the speaker to break up those heavy breaths. The quiet whines and whimpers. He dropped his hand from his mouth to drift slid fingertips over his chest. A light brush down to his stomach as muscles jumped beneath the light caress as he reached down to wrap his fingers around his twitching dick. "Mmm, greedy boy! Tell me wh-what do you want me to do while I fuck you with my fingers, hmm?"

"I-I want you to kiss me! Down my throat, my chest, an-and I want you to leave hickey's behind on my chest! Stomach! I want you to bite me while you fuck me with your fingers! Fu-Fuck! Nnghnn! I wan-want you to fuck me hard with'em an-and grind them in-into my prostate! Make me cum again and again! Do it un-until I can't take it anymore! Th-Then I want you to- Mmmn! Ah! Ah, shit! I want you to fuck me with'em and make me be-beg for your cock! Make me beg you to fuck me!"

Ohh, it had a moan ripping out of him as he bucked his hips up into his hand as he slid his hand in a stroke. The heat twisted under his skin restlessly with raking claws beneath the surface of it as he fidgeted in his spot restlessly with the towel bunching annoyingly beneath his lower back. Hips thrusting up shallowly when he slid his hand slickly over his twitching dick as he pinched at his right nipple sharply. "Yo-You accuse me of teasing, but you want me too, huh? Wanna beg for it?"

"Yesss, fuck, yes! I ha-hate when you tease but sometimes it's so fuckin' good! An-And I want you too! I want you to fuck me wi-with all three fingers until I can't take it anymore! I want you to spread me open with'em! I want you to give me all of'em! Wa-Want you to fist me again, Zashi! I want you to stuff me so fuckin' full I'm aching the next day! I want you to fist me an-and fuck me after until I'm screamin'! Hoarse in the morning and I want to fuck you in-into the bed!"

"God, Shouta! What a filthy fuckin' mouth you have on you tonight, huh? You like that shit? You like knowing those walls are so fucking thin that someone can hear you? That no matter how quiet you are th-that someone could be hearing you beg to be filled with my cock? Excites you know someone can hear you fucking yourself with your fingers so shamelessly? Nghnn! Ah! Fuck, you wa-want my cock, baby? Want me to fuck you and fill th-that hungry hole of yours? Give you what you want?"

"Yes, yes! Ah! Fuck, I want you he-here! I want you to dri-drive here and fuck me into this shitty bed! Break this pi-piece of shit bedframe! Fuck me all over this room! Ma-Make'em all jealous I-I get your cock whenever I want! That I get it all the time! That I get you whe-whenever I want! I want you to fuck me so bad, Zashi! Mmmn! Nnnn! Ah, ah! I want your cock in me! I wa-want you to stretch me out and po-pound into me! Please, Zashi, please? Please, please?"

"I will! I'll fuck you so goood, baby, promise! I pr-promise! I'll fuck you all over that little room of yours! All over our room! You'll fu-fuckin' hate me when we're done" The strangled moaning over the speaker had him bucking into his hand as he groaned at the spark of pain over his chest when he yanked a nipple. "I'll give you everything you want and more! I want you so fuckin' bad, Shouta! Want you here wra-wrapped around my cock! Wh-What are you doing now, baby?"

It had shivers racing down his back at the muffled moans crackling over the speaker that broke up those frantic whispers. He swore he could catch, however faintly, the slick squelches of those thrusting fingers. It had his dick twitching in his hand as it slid slickly over it. Heat razing into him as sparks raced down his back when he got a whimper from his husband. "Three! Fu-Fuckin' myself with three! 'm hard! So hard, I need it! Need you, Zashi, now, now! I need you now!"

The idea of his husband sprawled out on that twin mattress had him hot. The black locks fanned over his pillowcase as his head pressed back into it with brows squeezing together. The blush that had to be smothering itself over his cheeks only to spread down to his collar bones. The way his chest had to be heaving as his hands buried themselves between his spread legs. Stroking himself. Fucking himself with his fingers. A shameless display. "I kn-know, baby, I know!"

"Ta-Talk to me more! More, Zashi, I want- Nghnnn! Ah, ah! Nnnn, please! Ta-Talk to me! I wan-wanna hear what you're doing! Tell me, please? Wha-What do you want to do to me?" Hoarse. Husky. A whisper that held a frantic note to it as it melted into another of those strangled moans. He was burning hotter, hotter, hotter. Heat was sizzling under his skin to invade his very veins to make his blood boil. Hot, hot, hot at the small noises he caught over the speaker.

Hot at the image of his husband's spread legs as he pinched his lips together to stay quiet. Writhing, twisting, squirming on the blankets of that twin bed. The desperation to keep quiet as he thrusted his fingers into himself in unison with that stroking hand. Oh, it was burning him up as he moved his hand faster. He stroked himself quickly when he felt that rush. A rush that had him groaning. "I want to tear you apart! I want to fuck you so hard you're screaming for anyone to hear!"

"Yes! Yes, yes, please! Please, Zashi! I can- Mmmnnhg!"

Oh, the sound of muffled moan as his voice bounced up had him arching as he thrusted into his hand as his twitching dick hardened in his grasp. Stiffening with the gush of blood that had his breaths cresting into that shallow, rasping pants that dried his throat out. Had his chest heaving. "I want to bend you over your desk and fuck you the second I see you! I want to touch you, kiss you, and I want you to fuck me, baby! Sit in the closest chair and let you fu-fuck yourself on my cock!"

Another muffled sound rang out over the speaker that had heat ripping under his skin. Sparks up his back as his hardening dick twitched in his grasp when he slid his hand up in a curving twist. Rolling his thumb over the head to smear away a droplet of pre-come as that pleasure pooled into his stomach. Tight circles that had his shallow pants trembling as he pressed his head back to the bed with a fierce yank on his nipple when his husband whimpered. "Please, please, please! Do it? Do it, Zashi?"

"I will! I'll fuck you fast, hard, an-and I'll let you do whatever you want! I'll let you fuck yourself on m-mmmme while I jerk you off! Yo-You're always so thick in my hand you know that? I fuckin' love it! Love jerking off that thi-thick cock of yours! I-I can only imagine how you'd feel in me! I'll pu-pull you in the bathroom and choke myself on it! I mi-miss the taste of your co-cock in my mouth! Ho-How heavy it is as it clogs up my throat! I wa-want you to cum down it! I want you to ho-hold my hair and fuck my mouth, baby!

Gasps. Shallow, heaving pants being taken faster from himself and his husband who was trying, trying, trying to keep himself quiet. The squirms as he pressed his feet to the headboard causing it to rattle as he stroked himself quickly. Eagerly as he felt a drip land on his stomach. So hot, hot, hot over a few words. A few wants. Desires. The pleasure with each careless tug around his piercings had him arching from the bed. "Fu-Fuuuck, Zashi! Ah! Mmm! More! Te-Tell me more!"

Moaning out as he tightened his fingers around himself, he jerked his hand quickly. Twisting and curving up near the head before sliding his head down to the base where he kneaded at it before flying back up. Sliding slickly as he twisted his hand, he ground the pad of his thumb to the leaking head. The slick sound ringing out sent shivers down his back. "I want you to cum all over me! On my face, my chest, my throat! I want to pound you into the chalkboard in-in your room! Fuck you where anyone can see!"

"Yes! Yes, yes, fuck, yessss! Fuck me, Zashi, fuck me! I wan-want you to su-suck my cock! Do the thi-thing with your tongue that always drive me up the fuckin' wall!" Hoarse. Breathless. A rasping desperation that had his erection twitching in his hand as he rolled his thumb over the head of it. Swiping away the drops of pre-come welling on the slit slickly when his husband whimpered. "I wa-want you to fu-ffffuck me with your fingers while sucking my co-cock! Wa-Want you to deep throat it! Suck me off gooood!"

Jolts of heat ran up his back with each tight circle he rubbed over the head of his erection as he thrusted up. His legs were shaking lightly with the force he used to press on the headboard with a snapping groan as he released the pinch on his nipple to slide his hand down. Down, down, down over his chest to his stomach with a gasp. "I'm going to fuckin' pound you! I'm going to make you cum again and ag-again from my fingers! My mouth! Make you scream as-as you cum on my cock!"

Choked, reedy moans crackled over the speaker had his hearing aid sparking with feedback from the reaction, but he didn't care. All that mattered was that he had that deep voice in his ear moaning, whimpering, whining and groaning breathlessly to feed the heat ripping under his skin. God, he was fucking hot. There was a rustle of the blankets when his husband gasped in sharply. "I'll-I'll make you blow your voice out! Fu-Fuck myself on your cock for ho-hours! Ch-Choke on it!"

"I-I bet you're fuckin' yourself really good with those fingers, huh? All three of'em? I be-bet you still want more, don't you?" A whimper rang in his ear in that mewling pitch and God knows he could only imagine the frantic nodding that rustling created over it. "Do-Do you have a toy with you? So-Somethin' more? Or do you wanna cum for me with your fingers alone? You wanna cum from my fingers, baby? Make a mess all over your belly for me? Mmm! Ah! I be-bet you'd be tight! Strangle my co-cock if I got in you, wouldn't you?"

"Oh! Ohh, fuck, yes! Yes, I want you in me! I do-don't wanna stop! Ah! Zashi, Zashi, please! Please, c-come fuck me! I need it! Ne-Need it so bad! I want you! Please, please, Zashi, baby, please?" It had him moaning out at that gasping, breathless whisper as he abandoned those tight circles over the head of his erection to stroke. Up and down, up and down, up and down frantically with hips thrusting up to meet downwards strokes. "I want you so bad!"

"Fuck! Wh-Why don't you add another finger, huh? Give that hungry hole of yo-yours what it wants? I wa-want you to fuck yourself with fo-four fingers! Nghnn! Ah! Mmmn!" Dizzy. He felt oddly dizzy with his lashes fluttering on his lashes as he stroked himself eagerly. Frantically. Dripping over his fingers, he couldn't keep himself quiet if he wanted to. Not for himself, not for Shouta. God, it had him hot. "Su-Such a spoiled boy you are! You ju-just want to make'em jealous like you said!"

"I do, I do! Ma-Make'em all jealous I get it! Tha-That I get your cock! I want- Ohhhh, fuck! Fu-Ffffuck! There! There, there! I found-! Yes!"THere was a sudden rustle as his husband's hoarse cry cut off replaced by that racing panting filling the speaker. His ear. And he had not a problem as he could only imagine what Shouta had found. What he was doing to himself in the moment. How he was twisting, squirming, bucking as he ground his fingers into his prostate. "Zashi, Zashi, mmm! So gooood!"

Shivers. He squirmed against the blankets with the familiar prickle of sweat at his forehead with that whimper tearing itself out of him. Thrusting eagerly into his hand as he tugged purposefully at the skin surrounding his piercings to send jolts up his back as he cried out himself. A frenzy up into his hand as his thighs fell open with feet bracing apart on the headboard. "Shit! You like it? Like being so shameless where an-anyone can hear you? Li-Like putting on a show for anyone to get off too?"

It had his husband crying out in that strangled pitch when he swore, swore, swore he could hear the squelching of frantically thrusting fingers. The rustles of the blanket as his husband jolted and jerked against it with those thighs spread wide, wide, wide without a drop of shame. He could only imagine how hard Shouta had to be with the little ammunition he gave. Played on his exhibitionism. "'m close! So close, close! God, I want you here! I want your co-cock inside me! I-I want you to touch me, Zashi!"

"Ah! Fuck, baby, I need you so fu-fuckin' bad! Wa-Want you around me! I wanna be there! Ha-Have that greedy fuckin' hole around me squeezin' so tight, tight, tight! Hot! Stra-Strangling my cock, wouldn't you? Haah, fuck! Shit! Shouta, Shouta! God, baby, you're so beautiful! I can't get enough of you! I-I wanna watch you so bad! Watch you fu-fuck yourself with four fingers! Wa-Watch you jerkin' off! I bet you look so fucking beautiful li-like that! Mmmm! All spr-spread out for anyone to see you like that!"

Ragged pants crackled over the speaker as he slid his hand eagerly over himself. Squeezing with a pressure to get him moaning throatily when his husband whined shrilly. Brushing his palm in a twist over his piercings had him so damn hot. He didn't expect a call like this but fuck if he wasn't happy he was in it. "I wa-want you to watch me! Want you to watch it! Wi-Will you? Please? I- Nghnnn, God, yes! I ne-need you to watch! Watch me, Zashi, whi-while I do it? Wa-Watch me fuck myself wi-with my fingers? Please?"

"I will! I wo-won't take my eyes off of you fo-for a second! I wa-wanna see that hole of yours stre-stretched out around all those fingers! Wanna see you fucking yourself with them! On a to-toy! I wanna wa-watch you fuck yourself as you bo-bounce on my cock! I wo-won't look away for nothin'! Ah! Ohhh, fuck, Shouta! Shouta, Shouta, I wa-want you! Been wantin' you for days! I ne-need you so much! So bad! I wa-want you to cum for me! Please? Please, baby? Cu-Cum for me?"

"Nnnn! Haah, haah, I can't! I can't, can't! I lo-love you, Zashi! Love you, love you, love you! I wa-wanna cum! Wanna fu-fuck myself on your cock! Ta-Take all seven inches in one go! God, I- Mmmm! Nnghnn! Zashi, Zashi, I need you so bad! Mm-Mmmmy fingers ain't 'nough! No-Not like yours! But I can't sto- Ah! Ohhh, shit! Shit, Zashi, baby, Daddy, I can't! I do-don't wanna wait 'til Thursday! I-I'll let you fuck me in the backseat again! Le-Let you fuck me good! Fu-fffffuck, I want you so fuckin' bad, Zashi!"

Heat blistered up his back as moans dripped out of him. Ripping out of him one after another as they pulled at his vocal cords as he stroked himself fast, fast, fast. Felt the drips of pre-come dripping over his fingers, down his shaft when he wasn't fast enough. The slick sound of his strokes was painfully loud with the sheet rustling as he twisted. Panting raggedly, his brows squeezed together when he bucked up with a keening moan. "I-I want too! Wanna fuck you silly in th-the backseat! Po-Pound your horny ass in it!"

"'m gonna cum! Go-Gonna cu-cumm, Zashi! Can I? Please, please? Daddy, baby, please? Ca-Can I cum?" Oh, it was fucking hot. Hot, hot, hot his husband was asking for permission. Asking for something so desperately in that hoarse, husky whisper. It was a turn on like none other to hear his husband begging him to come like that. So desperate as he straddled the edge with that frantic whisper bursting into shouts. There was no doubt someone could hear him. "Please! 'm so close! It-It's so fuckin' gooood, please!"

None at all. And God, it had him writhing as he was burning up at the thought that Shouta was waiting for his approval. The greenlight to dive into that orgasm and it was absolutely exciting. Oh, it was everything he wanted to fucking hear at the moment as a knot twisted low in his stomach. He stroked himself eagerly as he listened to those mewling whimpers over the speaker. The desperate moans that had him twisting against the blankets. "Do-Do it! I wanna hear you cu-cum for me!"

"Ah! Tha-Thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you! Mmm! Ah! God, yes, yes, yes yessss! Cu-Cum with me, Zashi, please, please!"

Shuddering against the blanket, he found himself pressing to the headboard as he flipped over from his back to brace onto his knees. His chest hit the bed with a light bounce as his hair spilled forward over his shoulders to the blanket. Thinner locks clung to the clammy sheen breaking out over his skin. His cheeks. God, the shower was for nothing, but he didn't regret it one bit as he balanced on his knees with his chest pressing down to the bed. Angling his hips up, he moved his right hand to cup his balls gently.

Giving them a soft squeeze that sent sparks of heat rushing up his back. Sliding his left quickly over his twitching erection, he heaved in his rasping pants that were far too uncomfortable. An extra effort to pant with his chest pressed so tightly to the bed beneath him. Listened to those heavy, ragged pants on the other side of the line. Hitching whines crackling over as it overwhelmed the speaker. He could die happy. While he wished that Shouta could be here with him, it would be fixed tomorrow morning.

When his husband was waiting for him at the parking lots entrance. When he was walking over the threshold of the house once again for his home welcoming like every other Thursday. Only this time, unlike last Thursday, he knew that he could scoop his husband up into his arms and could kiss that red face. So, if phone sex was the best that he got for now then he would take it. Take it and be grateful. He panted unevenly as he kept his eyes squeezed shut with his hands working between twitching thighs.

His knees slid slightly over the blanket in a rustle. Stroking himself quick, quick, quick with careless drags over his piercings had him moaning when he bucked into his hand with that eagerness. He couldn't get enough of replaying those words in his head over and over. An endless loop. He'd read them countless times through text messages, but he hadn't said it out loud in years. He couldn't remember the last time they had phone sex but this? Oh, fuck him, this was absolutely fucking hot to be doing.

Unbelievably arousing to hear his husband struggling to stay quiet as he whispered those vulgar words to him. The quieter sounds he caught over the speaker that were painfully familiar. Sounds he had the images too in his head. His pants rasped out of him as he rolled his hips down into his hands with another back when he forced himself to be still. Careful as he began to gently roll his balls between his fingers tearing a bursting moan out of himself. Trembling in volume as he pressed his hot cheek to the blanket.

Listening to the quiet hitching breaths on the other side that were growing louder, louder, louder before being muffled. Shouta had said he was close but was he waiting? Edging himself so they could do this together? Reach that peak at the same time? He shuddered at the bolts of heat racing up his back with each careful roll of his fingers when he gave another gentle squeeze that had him bucking. Gasping. The idea that his husband wasn't going to get away with this was surprisingly delightful. Wicked.

The idea that someone, anyone, could hear him through Shouta's phone along with the man had his stomach flipping. He wasn't an exhibitionist like the black-haired man but God there was something exciting about the idea that they were going to be caught red-handed. He was going to get chewed out by Nezu and he could say he truly didn't care. He didn't give a single fuck about being lectured. Couldn't when he had the most delightful image forming in his mind as he slid his hand up in a slick twist.

Pressing then rolling his palm in lazy circles over the slick head of his erection as he whimpered shrilly. The image of his husband alone in that cramped little form room of his with that small window over his bed. A foot that would brace up onto it while the other curved off the side of the bed to accommodate that wide spread of his husband's. The twitches to those thighs as his feet dug into their places with hips jerking wildly into his hands. Up and down, up and down, up and down depending on what felt best.

How that right hand had to be flying over his erection to palm at the leaking head while he used the left to thrust his fingers into himself. The spread of his hole around his fingers if he truly was using four of them. The flex of those muscles in his thighs, his stomach, and his back working to move to meet the thrusts of his fingers. How his hair would be spread over the pillow as skin glistened in the low lighting from the lube and pre-come smeared over his hands. The sheen of sweat on him if his window was shut.

The sharp edge of his jaw and the curve of his Adam's Apple as he threw his head back into the pillow. Full lips pinching to keep himself quiet with those ragged pants being taken through his nose desperately as his chest heaved. The sight of his body sprawled out for him to look over. To admire the glistening sheen to his skin. The black curls of hair covering his broad chest down to his stomach to the happy trail. To follow it down with his eyes to the wild, chaotic black curls of hair covering his pelvis.

To watch that hand fly over his erection with fingers squeezing tightly around it. The shamelessness to those twitching thighs as they would spread to give him a better view. The thought of those black lashes lifting for blazing dark eyes to meet him with all the hunger he could imagine them having. Desire. The way his mouth would inevitably drop open on a silent cry when he reached that peak finally. How his lashes would flutter on clammy, flushed cheeks as brows twitched from their tight squeeze together.

The sharp inhalation as hips jerked desperately into his hands. Ohhh, it was a drool worthy, beautiful image his brain happily threw at him as he slid his hand quickly over his twitching erection. Hard, hard, hard in his grasp with drops of pre-come dripping over his fingers faster than he could swipe them away. Squeezing at his twitching erection tightly sending a wave of pleasure down his back to pool into his stomach. The slick squelch with each stroke of his damp fingers and palm over himself giddily.

He gasped in his pants only to have them flying out of him shallowly. Twitching his hips forward as he rolled his balls in his left hand with an increasing pressure that had his toes curling tightly as his feet squirmed over the comforter. A bead of sweat slid down his forehead with the heat raking beneath his skin. Howling for that relief. A whine burst out of him when he pressed harder in a roll than intended causing him to jolt to which he loosened his grasp for a gentler, lighter roll but it didn't matter.

He was getting there as he chased after that spark twisting lowly into his stomach. A knot twisting tightly with each stroke of his hand as it flew up and down slickly with those curves that that had his hips jerking. Brushing his fingers purposefully over his piercings to tug at them sent sparks racing up his back causing it to arch down. Pinning his chest to the bed with a keening moan leaving him only to hear an answering whimper over the line. Pleading quietly with huffing, half formed words leaving Shouta.

Catching the faint sound of those squelches being picked up. God, what he'd give to watch Shouta fuck himself with his own fingers. To watch those fingers thrusting eagerly as he knew they were. To see the stretch of that hole a round four fingers, truthfully, were thicker than his own. He'd give anything to see those fingers disappearing into the black-haired man only to see the bases wiggling. Moving with rubs, rolls, and grinds into his prostate that would have his legs shaking as he gasped airily beneath him.

Have his back arching up from the bed with those shameless moans spilling out of him one after another as he clung onto him. To know his husband had to keep quiet, quiet, quiet had his heart pounding sickeningly against his chest when he tightened his fingers around his twitching erection tightly. A light throbbing picking up beneath them as he caught the muffled cry over the speaker next to him that had him moaning out. Snapping, guttural moans at the mere image of an orgasmic Shouta coming to mind.

A sight that he'd never, never tired of no matter how many times he'd seen it. It was by far the most arousing thing he'd ever seen. It had him burning up at the wheezing breaths being taken shallowly over the phone before a breath was held down. Silent. Oh, it burnt him up, up, up. The idea of acting impulsively, even once, had him unbearably hot. The idea of a spontaneous decision as wild as fucking his husband in the staff room was exciting. A bolt of the emotion that he'd always felt in terms of impromptu sex scenes.

Fantasies of doing what he wanted to his husband when he wanted without a care about anyone else. Of dragging him in the backseat of the car again on that private road for a repeated scene of their first time. He was hardly reckless enough to act on those fantasies. To know he'd never act on them is what made them hotter. All the more elusive to him. An impossibility that would never fail to get him turned on. Sliding his hand over his erection, a whimper flew out of him as he rolled his fingers against his balls gently.

Then he swallowed before releasing his balls from the gently cupped position in favor of reaching backwards. Pressing his fingers firmly against the smooth area of his taint with a shudder racing up his back. Another reedy sound clawed its way out of his tight throat at the pleasure it had pooling into him. He'd read all he needed to know about taints. Had experimented enough on his own to know how it got his back arching with that heat sizzling into him. Pressing the tips of his index and middle fingers to his taint.

And he slid his fingers in strokes with a firm press that had him shuddering with a moan. Indirectly stimulating his prostate from the outside never failed to get him off in the past. He wished he had more hands. God knows how it would feel to jerk himself off while having a third hand to roll his balls with that gentle pressure while he rubbed at his taint. Oh, it had him squirming restlessly with a choked gasp when he heard a shaking sigh rushing through the speaker. Overwhelming it with a crackle.

And he was right there. Ohhhh, he was getting so close, close, close. He could get himself there so long as he kept his eyes shut. If he kept stroking himself fast, fast, fast with those curves he'd giddily picked up after watching his husband. If he kept his eyes shut to keep those images he'd saved over the past sixteen years with his husband. Images that came to him effortlessly to get his rasping pants huffing out of him. To get him riled up with a whimper as his heart pounded sickeningly against his chest.

Short exhales leaving him that resulted in the desperate inhalation of gasps that rushed out of him as he chased after the knot forming in his stomach. Twisting tightly through him as his hand slid slickly over his twitching erection as he squeezed at himself. Tight, relaxed, tight, relaxed. A maddening, pleasurable rhythm that had a snapping, guttural groan ripping out of him as he bucked. Writhing when he dug his knee into the mattress as he fisted at himself eagerly. Stroking himself faster, faster, faster.

Bucked desperately into his stroking hand with sparks racing up his back as he slid his fingers firmly against his taint. Pressing enough to get those sparks racing up his back with each exhaling huff as he slid his hand up with a purposeful tug on his piercings. Moaning with sudden volume, he barely caught the protesting whine from his husband, but he couldn't pay attention. Focus when he was rocking lightly on his knees with the forward thrusts into his hand. Chasing after his pleasure as it pooled into him.

His hair sticking to his skin as that thin, clammy sheen of sweat broke out over his body annoyingly. Beading on his forehead causing his hair to stick his glasses slipped down his nose in that same annoying manner. It was easily ignored when his brows squeezed together with a whimper flying out of him at the erratic throbbing building beneath his fingers. Sliding his hand with that spark of urgency, there was the ragged pants crackling over the speaker close to his ear. Adding to that pleasure. Coaxing him onwards.

Inching him closer to meet his husband in that post-orgasmic state as the heat raked under his skin in sharp twists. That quiet howling in the back of his head demanding for relief from the blistering heat eating him up. He slid his fingers firmly against his taint in time with those rasping breaths leaving his husband. It had him twitching with the heat rushing up his back in waves he continued his light rock on his knees. A light back and forth, back and forth, back and forth as he thrusted into his hand with that twisting knot.

The muscles in his thighs trembled before tensing up on him much like his flexing stomach in preparation as that orgasm clawed itself up, up, up. Leaving him gasping in his breaths at that delight at the mere fact he was right there. Finally, finally, finally! It had him growling lowly in his throat when he heard a faint squelch over the speaker that was just barely caught. A snapping groan tearing itself at the image his brain once again gave him. How many times in the past had Shouta held come fingers out to him?

The mean, wicked smirk of his when he did it intentionally with that silent offer? The sparkle to those dark eyes that always looked at him with that challenge? It was unbelievably hot each time his husband held those come covered fingers out for him to lick off. To suckle clean before diving down to get the rest of it if he had too. It was always fucking hot when his husband whined at that overstimulation. When he was twitching against his tongue as he suckled at his softening erection with hands tight in his hair.

The spark of desire he'd catch in that gaze when he was yanked up towards the black-haired man. When he'd be allowed pecks on the cheeks to be respectful. To mind the taste of come on his own tongue if Shouta didn't desire to have it on his own but the times he did? The times he was crushed forward for a kiss always had him hot. And the mere thought of Shouta laying in his bed right now with fingers held out? The come splattered over his stomach and dripping down his fingers. An absolute mess.

It had him hotter than anything as it all came together to create the image of that after-orgasm bliss. Gasping in because he just needed, needed, needed-! A snap. A pluck. It was so insignificant it could be ignored any other times yet this pluck had him stiffening with a wail. A sound that crested up, up, up as the smaller items around the room rattled loudly. The lampshades on either side of the bed along with the pictures lining the walls of their bedroom. The quiet rock of the TV as his quirk kicked to life.

Deafening as the small items in their bedsides drawers rattled. Over the burst of sound leaving himself, he could hear the bells jingled with scattering cats. Hiding away. Hiding away. It had guilt slashing through him but it was lost under the white-hot heat rushing up his shaking thighs when they spread. Opening wider, wider, wider with hips thrusting forward into his hand. Pressing his fingers firmly into his taint with hard rubs that had him twisting desperately as he squeezed at his throbbing erection.

Stiffening with that wail choking off when he sucked in a breath with his left hand dropping from his taint quickly to grip onto the blanket. His lashes fluttered on his cheeks as his eyes rolled back with his jaw going slack. Hot, hot, hot. Drowning. Choking under the heat with each throb given that resulted in a spurt from his erection. Pulsing n his grasp it seemed as he shook under the force of it. His heart hammered sickeningly against his chest when a croaked, mangled sound leaving his throat.

That white-hot heat chasing away the burning leaving him agony. A delicious, addicting agony after a week of neglecting so many things. In forcing it down in favor of making things up to his husband. And as agonizing as it was, it was fucking amazing. A single moment to finally feel good with the black-haired man. That white-hot heat twisted under his skin with its throbbing pulses leaving him helpless under its strangle hold. An eternity in his white-hot heat as it tore him apart from the inside out.

Had his hips thrusting weakly as if to aid the spurts leaving him with each pulsing throb his erection gave. In time with the white-hot heat ripping through him in waves. Twitching with that rush while his fingers twisted into the blanket to hold on to his anchor. Something to tether him down. So good, so good, so good. It was the best type of agony to be in that aching orgasm. And then it was gone, gone, gone far too fast when his breath rushed out of him in a heaving rush. That white-hot heat rushing out of him.

It left him shaking as his chest ached from the heaving gasp he took in once his breath flew out of him. Wheezing as he slumped into the bed with a weak dribble running down his fingers. Spurts on his skin, hot, hot, hot sliding down as he kept his stomach and hips up. Anything to avoid washing the sheets. Panting raggedly, he moved his shaking left hand to grab at his abandoned towel to bring it forward to wipe his fingers into it. Up to his twitching, softening erection delicately to wipe it at the head delicately.

Rubbing his fingers into the fabric with a squeeze before bunching up the towel into a ball. Lifting it upwards to attempt to weakly rub at his come covered stomach. It had him flinching instinctively as he rubbed weakly at his stomach but he didn't regret it when he balled the towel up with a sight as he pushed up off his leaning position. Throwing it towards the hamper, it fell halfway in with a section hanging over the edge when he then flopped onto the bed once more. Huffing, rasping breaths being taken.

A stark contrast to the shaking breaths he heard on the other side of the call. Then he adjusted his glasses before pushing at his hair with the cool air of the bedroom attacking his sweaty skin. And he couldn't help a twist of that longing. That desire to have Shouta with him in moments after an orgasm. When there would be the slick slide of skin against his own as hands grabbed at him. Arms sliding around him as lips attacked his face which he would happily return. When he would have that awed, adoring look aimed his way.

The besotted look in those dark eyes. Absolutely lovestruck in a way it had his heart jumping to his throat when those full lips would target the freckles on his hot cheeks and the bridge of his nose. It was a simplistic, aching desire to have his husband there now that he was floating in that orgasmic afterglow. But he knew there would be time for it later. When they had time together alone once they were comfortable enough when Shouta came home. When that desire finally outweighed the embarrassment of last week.

There was a shift then of the phone on his husband's side when there was a husky throat clearing that had his softening erection twitching. He turned his head to press against the mattress when there was another rushing breath. Catching his breath much faster than himself but there didn't seem to be judgement on it. Not a word, sassy or otherwise, thrown his way. There was a relief weaving into him as he let his eyes flutter shut again when a bead of sweat slithered down his forehead. When was the last time they had phone sex?

Years ago? It was hard to recall when they had phone sex last given they've always been attached at the hip and this past year had done nothing but prove that to him. Shuddering at the cool air puffing lazily over him, he knew the window had to be cracked from earlier. He could close it when he was turning in properly for bed. After he'd chipped at his stack of work to keep it from interfering too much with his day-to-day life. Licking his lips, he then cleared his own throat as he sucked in a deep breath.

It then rushed out of him far too fast for his liking but it didn't matter. Not when he was drawing his knees up slightly with a rustle of the blanket as he curled towards the phone. Laid on the bed close to his ear, his hair bunched annoyingly beneath the side of his neck but he happily ignored it. Focusing in stead on catching his breath when he coughed lightly before clearing his throat again before speaking. "S-So I do-don't know about wh-what you think but I thi-think that was-!"

"Ri-Ridiculously hot? Se-Sexy as fuck? Good? Ye-Yeah, it was!" It had his stomach fluttering with excitement at the breathless, husky voice of his husband's pitched down into a whisper. Trying to keep quiet when there was a rustle. "Tha-Thank you. For thi-this, I mean! I really di-didn't want you to think I-I was puttin' off the-the shit that ha-happened last week, you know? I just- We've be-been feeling so bad la-lately and I wanted to feel go-good with you, you know?"

"It's li-like I said in the beginning! There's n-no need to be guilty! If you wa-wanna feel good wi-with me then that's more th-than okay! You're m-mmmy husband! I do-don't mind it, baby!" There was a shuffle over the line when he fidgeted in his own spot with a sigh rushing out of him far too quickly when a smile curled over his lips. "I re-really do hope you li-liked it, baby! I kno-know I had a blast! I lo-love you so fuckin' much, Shouta, yo-you know that? I ca-can't wait to see you tomorrow!"

Another moment of silence, save for those shaking breaths, filled the line before there was a low hum with a rustle. A light creak followed by a light groan when there was a blatant adjustment of the phone followed by a slow, shaking sigh rushing out of his husband. "I lo-love you too, Zashi. So fu-fuckin' much and I ca-can't wait to see you either! I ha-have some cleanin' to do be-before I go to bed but if-if you're not to-too busy then would you mi-mind-?"

"I wo-won't hang up, baby. No-Not until you ne-need me to go, yeah?"

"Yeah. Tha-Thank you ag-again, Zashi, for this."

"Of co-course! Wh-When we ma-make love next it'll be amazin'! I'll blo-blow you outta the water with it! I promise!"