Fifty Darker Shades of EraserMic

by CrypticBeans

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

2. Keep Me Warm

The scratch of pen on paper.

The warmth gathering in his cheeks.

Quiet hums directly across from him.

Shouta let his gaze flick up as he fussed with the edge of his shirt he'd chosen for the day. Peering up at Hizashi sitting across from him as he bounced his pen between his thumb and his pinky as eyes scanned over the paper in front of him. The low glow of the laptop screen washed over his hands as it remained in its slightly closed position. Watched as the light rattle of the pen was abandoned as it was brought down. The soft scratch of his pen as he went over the essays before him with that soft humming.

A Christmas song if he wasn't mistaken. It was oddly relaxing as he let his gaze drop from Hizashi down towards his own work in front of him. He had not a clue if the winter vacation had any impact on the students. None but he could swear that the effort had dropped somewhat. With the holidays creating quite the buzz he couldn't hold it against them. However, the grades aside from a handful of dedicated students weren't the best. He frowned softly to himself as he let his gaze flick over Denki's paper laid out before him.

There were a few spelling mistakes in his answers, but they were hardly the right ones. Did the lessons not click with the blonde? He had done what Hizashi said worked best to tackle the teenager's ADHD. Yet it didn't seem to making much of a difference for Denki. Even with the extra help he provided both after school and when the teen hung around the house, it didn't seem to be sticking. Tapping the ball point of his pen on the table lightly, he rocked his crossed feet lightly beneath the table.

What more could he do? It wasn't like he was purposefully trying to make the lessons harder than they need be. Even Ashido was struggling with her lessons apparently if her paper scores had anything to say about it. He braced his elbow on the table, knuckles pressing into his cheek as he circled yet another wrong answer. Did he need to change the lesson plans again? Or did he ask for the kids to be evaluated for further problems with their ADHD? How did he even begin to go about that? Should he speak to Hound Dog?

There was a light creak as the blonde fidgeted in his seat. The sound prompting him to look up briefly under his lashes at the blonde. The quiet scratch of the pen over the paper came in rapid succession as three mistakes were circled. The paper was then flipped over, the staple in the corner keeping the pages together. Again, that pen rattled lightly as Hizashi bounced it between his pinky and thumb. Dropping his gaze again, he felt the heat building in the back of his neck. It was painfully warm in his long sleeve.

Much warmer with it on in the house but compared to how frigid it was outside? It'd be better to remain overheated than chilled to the bone. His slippers dragged lightly over the wooden floor as he adjusted himself with a light throat clearing. One that had the blonde's pen pausing. It was ironic how his gaze flicked up in time to catch his husband's lifting up towards him. Both reacting to the sudden lack or appearance of noise. A smile twitched at the blonde's lips when his eyes dropped back to the paper.

His hair, for once, was pulled back into a low ponytail with a bright red and green scrunchie. Christmas colors despite the fact they were inching closer to a New Year with the day being a mere handful of days away. It didn't matter, however, as he wouldn't be the one to bring down his husband's spirits. Not when the blonde spent an hour or so that morning whining about catching up on paper work. About grading when they had a bit longer before returning to work so it wouldn't pile on them when they returned to work.

His husband tried to coax him into forgetting about it a bit longer but he refused. It had stock piled through the final days before their winter vacation had started. Pushed off to be graded and done later as no one was truly paying attention with winter break so close. But he wasn't about to let it all pile up further and bite him in the ass. Eri had pleaded with them to allow her to go sledding with Hitoshi and Denki which he had his reservations about. Hizashi, however, seemed all too happy in waving them away.

He didn't doubt their son couldn't keep Eri safe, but the teen did get distracted easily when Denki was around. Hizashi didn't seem to think of that small catalyst when waving them away. It was remedied with reassurances by the blonde long after the teenagers and child were gone. Claiming Nemuri would be keeping an eye over them while they did their sledding. It had then led them to their small dining room where they'd been for quite a while. Breaking briefly for a pick-me-up cup of coffee or tea for them both.

Breaking for lunch that was devoured in record time before they were once again at the table. The least he could be grateful for was the stack he'd started with had thinned beautifully. Not many left to do paper wise, but Hizashi had gleefully cut off any thought of typing out the reports yet. Despite the blonde having drafted an email to the radio station, he didn't protest. Letting out a breath, his cheek rested against his closed fist once more as he adjusted his grip on his pen. Circling a few more wrong answers.

It had him sighing out quietly as he flipped it over to the front. Frowning to himself as he wrote the score on the top before putting his pen down to add it to the rest of his papers. He'd have to see what could be done about Ashido and Denki. Perhaps even Todoroki and Midoriya. He'd already taken the steps he could that he'd sworn he would, but it wasn't enough, was it? The kids were wrecks walking but he was sure with helpful nudges they could do something truly amazing. It just seemed to be the school work.

The written portion was what seemed to be tripping them up. The lessons. Midoriya, much like his other classmates, was doing beautifully in terms of notes and grades but he was merely too anxious. Much too anxious. Sighing softly through his nose, he plucked his pen up once more to begin grading the new paper. Tapping his pen lightly on the table, he felt the light nudge against his foot prompting him to look up. Hizashi stretched his arms up with a stuttered groan leaving him as his chest arched forward.

Legs flexing out as they nudged at his feet when his husband inhaled sharply. Stretching out as he watched the light tremble move over the blonde before arms dropped and legs shifted backwards. A yawn breaking out of his husband that had him fighting to swallow an identical yawn. What time was it? It couldn't be too long after lunch, could it? It was always hardest to tell when the sun dipped earlier in the fall and winter. He did have about three papers left that he could easily finish tomorrow if he wanted.

The reports could always be typed up another day before they returned to work. Biting at his cheek, he fought the urge to fidget in his chair when he lifted his pen up again. It was infectious the way Hizashi seemed happy to spread a bit of that procrastination. Especially given the fact that the work could be finished another day. However, he couldn't let the blonde get to him that way. What would they do when they finished? He didn't exactly have anything planned they could do for the rest of their afternoon.

If anything, they'd cuddle up on the couch more than likely. He'd listen to Hizashi lament over the snow coming in tonight that would bring with it that predicted two feet of snow he'd been moaning over a few days ago. But he always did like tucking himself against the blonde's side. To feel the blonde cuddle closer to him until someone's head was coaxed towards a shoulder. Biting harder at his cheek, he forced his hand to move as he began grading. There was nothing more he'd want than to spend a quiet day inside.

To get his grading done the absolute fastest he could but there was a quiet, itching urge to forsake it. To give in for once and put his work off for a later time. It wasn't that he expected anything to truly unfold if he did so, but he couldn't deny he had an idea. One that had been implanted since he'd looked over their new list to add a few ideas to it the other day. It had been in one of the top five, if he remembered right, that Hizashi had written. It was abundantly clear how neat and pretty his husband's writing.

At least when it was compared to his own. But it had been merely one word that had grabbed his attention due to sheer familiarity circling the word. Cockwarming. It had been familiar as how could it not? He'd heard it be thrown around plenty of times in his life in not so suitable for work settings. Mostly by Nemuri when she was one too many in on a night out. When her innuendos becoming sloppier than their normal suggestiveness. It had led him to go on a bit of a hunt on an incognito web page on his phone.

Searching up cockwarming only to find himself riveted by a few articles he'd read. A few definition links popping up for him to scan over even if he didn't need it. To merely read the definition, however, was a strangely informative thing. To be told what he already knew while he was searching up the topic. When he was reading a few articles that piqued his interest. There weren't many videos from what he noticed that grabbed his attention but the idea of it was interesting. It was tempting. Oh, it was so very tempting.

And as he had stood in their dark kitchen the other night reading up on another article that he'd clicked on? He had to admit he wanted to try it. The only thing that had him hesitant was it seemed in all the things he looked at was cockwarming ended in sex. Something that had left him quite tender in the past few days. A soreness that made itself abundantly clear by the second day they attempted to film another video together. The fifth in two days. It wasn't exactly uncomfortable but to do two rounds in two days?

Back to back like that would make anyone tender. Especially with the brutal, animalistic way he'd been happily coaxing them towards each time. It had been something they both got themselves caught up in. Lost in their own heads about. Hell, he'd noticed Hizashi had a little limp when he'd woken this morning. When he'd followed after him into the shower. It was a soreness he was far too familiar with. One that he'd experienced countless times had inevitably led to Nezu forcing him home for the day.

Forcing him to take time off in more extreme cases until it had faded away. Normally, five rounds in two days wouldn't knock them off their feet. Wouldn't induce this type of soreness so easily. But they'd been so wrapped up in their own heads during it that the normal boundaries were forgotten. Rationality forsaken with the howls for harder and faster. Hands that grabbed, squeezed and clawed giving that familiar pleasure that had him wailing to be held tighter. A strong grip that had his bones aching when they were done.

It had been a flurry with one video after the other being made until he was wobbling on his feet. Whining with the insistence on no more the second night of their video making. Hizashi, for his credit, had cheerfully said five videos was a good start. Implying on wanting to make more down the road together. The implication had slipped through even if he knew the blonde hadn't meant it. But he couldn't deny there was interest in making a few more down the road together. Just a few more for a good start.

But with that soreness this morning, they had insisted on enough filming. The back of his neck felt hot with the blush threatening to rush to his cheeks as he shifted in his seat. It would do no good for focusing on grading when he had other things on his mind. Things he most definitely should not be thinking of. Instinctively, he let his gaze flick up when the blonde shifted in his seat again with a cheerful hum. The scratch of his pen on the paper as he made a few more marks in the essay he was going over.

His husband didn't glance up once yet there was a light nudge against his foot. It had him twitching as he dropped his gaze back down to the table top when blonde lashes had fluttered. No doubt to look up. He couldn't meet that gaze. Not with the thoughts he had running through his head. He instead bit his cheek once again only to feel another light nudge against his foot. Keeping his gaze down, he kicked at the nudging foot. Pushing it back away from his before tucking his legs closer towards his chair legs.

Fought the urge to look up at the blonde again. But the screech of the chair legs on the floor as Hizashi scooted himself closer to the table was undeniable. There was a squeak of the chair seat when his husband fidgeted in his spot. The light scratching of pens on paper filled the silence between them. Save for the blonde's offhanded humming that broke it up occasionally. He didn't need to lift his gaze up to know the smirk for what it was on those lips. That playful sparkle to his husband's eyes should he meet them.

He recrossed his feet before rocking them together lightly with another throat clearing. Fighting that urge to peek up when he heard the flutter of paper. No doubt finished with the essay in his grasp, he heard the blonde hum a different Christmas song softly. It was hard to identify right away for he flipped his own paper to continue with the grading only to hear a shift. A squeak that gave way to the nudge of a foot against his. Kicking away at Hizashi's foot there was instead another kick back at him in response.

Biting at his cheek to keep his twitching lips pressed tightly together despite the amusement. He pushed that foot away before bringing both of his feet tightly to the chair legs. His phone pinged lightly at him with a text that had him pausing only to get a quiet grunt followed by another kick at his foot that. One him looking up with a scowl. Finding his husband biting at his bottom lip but the twitch to the corners of his mouth were undeniable. Holding back a smirk. Green eyes then raised up with that playful look to them.

"Do you mind?" A snort left the blonde then as he fought to keep his own lips from twitching. To keep that contagious humor from getting to him as he reached towards his phone. Unlocking the screen, he found a few idle texts from Nemuri that he opened only to be greeted with a few pictures attached as well. Surprisingly clear did that camera catch the snow in Eri's hair. Dusted on her lashes. Hitoshi stood behind her had a smile on his lips with Denki. And the bloodshot appearance to their eyes didn't go unnoticed.

"Who is it?" Lifting his gaze up, the blonde had released the bite on his lip to tilt his head at him. His pen rattling lightly as it was bounced in his grip when he flipped his phone to show the blonde the picture he was looking at. And the smile that curved over his husband's lips was melt worthy. As if the sight of their daughter had turned the whole day around from pleasant to much better. "She looks like she's having a blast! See, I told you not to worry, baby! She must be having the time of her life right now!"

"I can agree that she does look like she's having fun, but did you look at Toshi?" Brows raised at him to which he copied as he then turned his phone towards him to zoom in before flipping it back to Hizashi. It didn't take more than a second for it to click when his husband threw his head back to laugh. A burst of sound that had his lips finally twitching up into a grin. "The kid is stoned out of his mind, Zashi. I guess we should be grateful we can at least count on Nem to keep an eye on her."

"Oh, I can't blame him! How many times do we get higher than a motherfucker when the kids are out for the day?" The blonde grinned wickedly at him which merely resulted in his own grin twitching higher when the blonde placed his pen down with a chuckle. "Honestly, I can't blame him! Life sucks and being high half the time makes it the tiniest bit bearable! Though I guess as responsible fathers we should talk to him about where he's getting his weed. Make sure he knows he can come to us."

"To get weed from? Wouldn't that go against every ethical moral as parents?" His husband merely shrugged his shoulders with that wide grin painted on his face when he sighed out. Flipping his phone back to face himself, he zoomed out then turned the screen off. Placing it down with a light thud, a foot jerked out to kick at his to which he glared weakly as his grin twitched. "I know I look amused but if you keep trying to get me to play footsies with you, Hizashi, I will cut your damn foot off. Do your work."

"But I only have two essays left to grade plus I have to write that email to the station! Easy peasy stuff! I think we should take a break! That way we don't burn out or something! It'd be more likely for us to make more mistakes when grading if it feels like a chore than it does a responsibility and you know I'm right, baby! We'll just burn ourselves off then really put off doing the reports that are waiting to be typed up for Nezu! Let's just take a little break then do dinner and finish after it?"

It was tempting. He couldn't deny that he wanted to take a break. Wanted to do what he wanted for an afternoon without worrying about work looming over his head. But he knew that if he did what he wanted? If he told Hizashi what he wanted to do? It'd never be done. They might never come back to finish their work. "And if the kids come home? When would we be doing it? Besides, didn't we make a deal last year that we wouldn't drop our work for other things?"

"We did but I think there needs to be an exception to every agreement, don't you?" The blonde tilted his head then as green eyes widened at him. "I know I just wanted to get a couple rounds of Doom Eternal in today before Toshi brings Denki over and they monopolize the living room for the night! So why not take a breather? Tell me, don't you wanna take a break? Do something fun before we're up to our necks in lesson plans and grading when we go back to work?"

"We've taken Eri sledding, built many as snowmen with her as possible and did all of your silly Christmas traditions. Not to mention the New Years Even party your mothers are inviting us too in the next week along with Nem inviting us for a night out. Please, Zashi, tell me how any of that doesn't fall into the fun category for us?" Those eyes, however, remained wide on him as he groaned with his hand coming up to rub at his eyes. "Hizashi, you know us. You know yourself. If we do what I want or what you want-"

"But we will come back to it! I can be just as strict with it so why not tell me what you want to do for the next couple of hours? Have fun then we'll have dinner and finish up! I only have an essay left and you only have- What? Three pages left to grade? We can easily get all of this done after dinner!" The blonde then reached across to take his left hand with fingers squeezing at his as he peeked under his hand. "Tell me what you want to do, baby? If you really don't want to take a break I'll accept it, okay?"

Looking away, he brought his hands back down over his eyes with a low groan when he felt fingers intertwined with his. The press of that soft palm to his own as he scrubbed his fingers into his eyes. This could go one of two ways. They took a break with work coming back to them effortlessly. They'd continue what they were doing now and be productive. Or the second way being that they'd never come back to it. A fifty-fifty gamble. "You understand if I have to do work on a Sunday, I'll strangle you, right?"

"Completely understandable! Honestly, if we don't finish this by tonight, I'll strangle myself! So, why don't you tell me what you wanna do! I'm sure we can work my wanting to game before dinner and what you want into one thing!" Heat burned in the back of his neck when he lifted his hand away from its position to glance across the table at his husband. The sparkle in those wide eyes as a hesitant smile curled over his lips. "So, what do you wanna do, baby?"

Swallowing, he let his gaze drop down. Down at the paper he'd begun to grade. The hand resting comfortably in his as fingers squeezed softly. He could feel the heat stinging at the tips of his ears when he fidgeted in his seat when he felt a light nudge against his foot. He didn't have to be shy. He didn't have to be reserved. Awkward about what he wanted yet he found himself taking a breath to center himself before speaking. "Do you-? Does, ah, cockwarming sound at all familiar to you?"

"Cockwarming?" Blonde lashes trembled in a fast blink when Hizashi's brows came together. An intensity to that gaze as the blonde then squeezed his hand gently with his thumb moving to stroke over his thumb slowly. Then that hesitant smile spread wider with the twitch at the corner of his lips. "Oh! I know exactly what cockwarming is! I think I wrote that down, didn't I? Are you sure that's what you want? I thought you said this morning that you were sore and you wanted room to breathe?"

"I do. We've been fucking like absolute animals lately and it's killing my back, but this is simpler. There doesn't have to be sex attached to it and I thought it'd be nice. To have you in me without that need for that, you know?" Heat tingled up to his cheeks then making him bite back a wince. Knowing the unflattering blotchy blush spreading over them when Hizashi squeezed his hand. "It'd be like a bonding thing, you know? To simply have you in me with no strings attached to it? Just relax? It sounds…nice."

How many times would he say nice? It had him pinching his lips together when the blonde's parted slightly. Spots of pink blooming over his freckled cheeks as that thumb continued its slow stroke when the blonde gave him that warm smile. One to melt him to his core with that sweetness. The adoration that made itself abundantly clear as his face burned. "It does sound nice. To just be in you? If that's what you want then we can do it! I'm down for it! I can ask Nem to keep the kids out a bit longer too!"

"It'd be for the best. Lower the risk of her bursting into the house with the kids or something like that." He dropped his hand from his face then with a sigh as he brought it down to cover Hizashi's hand. Tracing his thumb along the chilled golden band when he let his gaze flick up to meet Hizashi's. "I guess let's go to the living room then. Give it a couple hours or less before we talk about getting dinner done and finishing up work."

"That sounds perfect to me! I'd normally ask if you need to get ready, but I know after this morning it's not really needed, is it? I mean, I won't care either way! But if you need to get ready then feel free too!" If his face wasn't already hot, he was sure it'd be blazing with that sentence would have done it. He raised his brows at his husband who then squeezed his hand before a burst of giggles left him. "Sorry, sorry! I just- Ignore that, okay? Tell me, should I wear a condom for this? Would that make you more comfortable?"

Shifting backwards in his seat, he pulled his hand from Hizashi's in order to pile together his papers to slip into the folder he had before him. Taking the moment to compose himself just enough to think on a proper answer. When he had thought of cockwarming, he hadn't thought of a plan. Of how they'd do it other than that they would as he then placed his pen on top of the folder before pushing back in his chair. "I don't think it's necessary. It'd kinda ruin the whole thing with cockwarming, wouldn't it?"

"True! But it's also about what makes you the most comfortable, baby! It doesn't all have to be black and white, right and wrong, about cockwarming or anything else! But if you want to go no condom then that's fine with me!" The blonde then began gathering his own papers up with a hum. He slipped them onto the laptop keyboard before shutting the screen as he pushed back in his seat. "Let me go get the lube then! You wanna get the PlayStation on for me? Get everything cozy for us?"

"Yeah, I can do that."

His husband smiled before he was flew out of his seat making it wobble lightly on its feet. A hand shot out to stabilize it before pushing it in towards the table as the blonde spun on his feet. Rushing in a flurry of thudding steps out of the dining room. Flying through the kitchen with a chorus of bells chasing after him when the blonde disappeared down the small hallway. Blinking, he pushed himself backwards from the table. Chair legs screeching against the floor as he stood up with a chuckle under his breath.

Stepping to the side, he pushed his chair in. There was a chirrup down by his feet that had him looking down as Cosmo rubbed herself up against his calf. Green eyes narrowed up at him with another of her chirruping meows that was mirrored in a "crunchy" tone by Twix. The tabby rushing over to headbutt his shin with another crunchy chirrup of his own as he chuckled softly before bending over. Scratching under chins and stroking his hands down backs as purrs had the cats vibrating under his hands.

He straightened with a stretch of his arms up over his head as he arched his chest forward. Grunting when he felt a variety of cracks popping in his back, shoulders and knees. Stiff. Straining up, he swayed on his slippered feet before with a groan as he let his head fall back. How long had he gone without stretching? Sitting hunched over the table with paper after paper in front of him? He could admit he felt some of that tension in his shoulders. His neck. Felt that overstimulated frustration that had made itself known.

Scratching along the edges of his mind as he wondered how long he'd be sitting there. Hell, how many more papers did he have to do before he had to type out those reports? So close to short circuiting like his husband often did. It had him dropping down on his feet properly before he dropped his arms with a sigh. There was a thud from the bedroom as he grabbed his and Hizashi's phones as he made his way around the table. Slipping them into the pocket of his sweatpants, he shuffled into the kitchen.

The dimming light of the setting sun pouring through the window weakly. Humming softly to himself, he wanted to bemoan the carols that Hizashi had drilled into his head all month long. A deal of theirs being that Christmas music wouldn't dared be played in their home until December. No matter if it started in early to late November. He couldn't live two months with constant Christmas music and cheer when one holiday at a time was all he wanted to live through. Of course, when December came around?

Well, it didn't stop his husband from blasting the carols that made him want to rip his hair out. To complain about turning it down at least somewhat halfway through the month when it became too much. But he swallowed his protests for it made Hizashi happy. God knows he'd be humming them for months to come because of his scatterbrained husband. Shuffling through the kitchen, Cosmo and Twix chased after him with their jingling collars. A merry little sound when he made his way past their small hallway.

Heard Hizashi trying to placate whichever cats were in there with him, possibly Sterling and Cappella, to which his lips twitched. He looked down when a black blur rushed past him down the hallway with Twix and Cosmo chasing after him. He truly did love his cats. They were like six additional children he didn't ask nor intended to keep but were merely inevitable. Three out of the six being foster fails for he had merely become too attached or Hizashi had. Twix, of course, had latched onto Hitoshi rather quickly.

Which eliminated any chance of rehoming him. Making his way down the hallway, he could hear light thuds of the cats launching themselves on and off furniture long before he shuffled into the doorway. He listened to the sound of his slippers bottoms scratching over the floor. He turned into the living room doorway as he heard the footsteps of his husband approaching behind him. He stepped into the living room as he watched Simba's head raise lazily from its place on his paw. Content to curl on the couch.

Tucked against the arm of it to watch Void bolt from the room with Twix hot on his tail. Another quiet chuckle left him as he walked over to the coffee table to pick up the remote. Turning the TV on, the screen flicked to light as he then changed the settings onto it before stepping closer to the TV stand to reach down. Turning the PlayStation on, he placed the remote on the table with a clatter. Turning to the couch, he reached out to drag the fluffier throw pillows towards them with a quiet hum to himself.

Listening to the PlayStation booting up behind him. There was a flurry of meows down the hallway followed by those soft placating words from his husband. Light, thudding footsteps as Simba complained at him to which he reached over to pat at his displayed stomach. Sliding his hand up to scratch at his chin softly. Purrs leaving the orange cat had him smiling softly when Hizashi swung into the doorway. There was an excited sparkle to his gaze. But it was rivaled by that soft, sweet smile that curled up on his lips.

The spots of pink on his cheeks gave him a warmer appearance than normal. Slung over his shoulder was their weighted blanket. It was roughly half the size of their comforter in that it was shorter. Just as long to cover the bed but short enough that it could just barely cover them from shoulder to foot. It was his favorite blanket of theirs with its small designs imprinted onto it. The blonde walked over as he shuffled around the coffee table to grab the controller for his husband before putting it on the table.

He knew this could be a mistake. That this could backfire on them - and they might not return to their work easily - but he knew if Hizashi meant it they would. If he meant it, they would. They were far from irresponsible but to take a break was always a gamble. He placed the controller on the arm of the couch above Simba. The orange cat's green eyes shut with a yawn before opening once more as his head jerked towards Sterling and Cosmo. Watching as they launched themselves up onto the cat tower causing it to wobble.

Another of those crunchy meows from the kitchen had him grinning when the blonde's smile twitched widely. He pulled Hizashi's phone from his pocket along with his own then placed them onto the cushion as he stepped away. Hizashi weaved on his feet as he placed the blanket on top of the phones. He hesitated before grabbing at the waistband of the leggings he wore today. He eased them down just above his mid-thigh area as he sat down. In his left hand, he lifted up the lube to crack open the cap of it.

Squeezing out a dollop onto his palm with a quiet hum. There was that familiar rush of excitement that twisted low into him at the sight of it. At the little crack of the cap being opened up but he swallowed it down as he forced himself to focus on the coffee table. Rocking back onto his heels as he listened to the slick sound of the lube being spread. Drumming his fingers against his thighs instead when there was a shuffle on the couch before he let his gaze flick up. Finding Hizashi holding out his hands.

Rocking forward on his feet, he made his way over to the blonde. He reached down to loosen the strings on his sweatpants with a light tremble to his hands. Hesitating before hooking his fingers into the waistband of both his sweats and boxers as he eased them down. A flutter to his stomach left him breathless. Exhilarated as his face burned when he allowed hands to grab at his waist. Ignoring the slickness to the right and the dryness of the left as he was eased backwards. He felt the hands on his waist slid down to grab at his ass.

Pulling cheeks apart with one hand when he held himself in that hover. Waiting until he got a fidget before he squeezed at him. One that signaled for him to angle down. It'd be a lie if he didn't say his stomach didn't drop with that excitement. If his heart didn't stumble over its beats with that low smoldering flash beneath his skin. Leaving him warm when he felt the head of Hizashi's dick nudging against him. Angling down, down, down until the blonde was sliding in with his breath hissing being taken.

He knew he didn't need that preparation but he couldn't help but curse himself for not humoring it. Just because they'd had sex a few hours ago in the shower didn't mean he'd be ready all day long. Yet he'd waved it away with a confidence that he wasn't sure he had now as the hand keeping him spread slid away. Grabbing at a hip as he eased down into the blonde's lap. His cheeks throbbed lightly with the heat burning there when he heard a quiet sound leave the blonde. Choked down by a throat clearing.

Hands slid along his waist then before arms slid around his waist. Lips pressed to the back of his shoulder softly. Hands softly kneaded at his stomach until the muscles quivered beneath that soft touch as he fought that familiar urge to squirm. To give the usual roll of his hips. It was hard but not impossible. It took a moment of those kneading fingers sweeping up to his chest before coming back down to rewrap arms around him tightly. Hugging onto him as lips pressed up against his shoulder when his husband sat forward.

Hizashi was so, so warm behind him. It had his tense muscles relaxing already when he felt the warmth of his husband's breath fanning over his ear. Ruffling his hair softly as arms squeezed him backwards to the blonde's chest. As if he were some kind of stuffed animal that needed to be close to his husband so he would remain calm. A treasured stuffed animal. "You okay, baby? This feel fine for you? I know you were sensitive earlier."

"I-it feels fine, Zashi. Here, don't pull me back yet, I have to get your phone and I need to get your controller." Mumbles. Quiet tones despite the fact they were alone as arms squeezed at him once more. Tight before they slackened enough to allow him to grab the controller on the couch's arm. He then dug under the blanket for his husband's phone. His hands held a light tremble to them when he handed it to the blonde. "Text her, please? I don't want a repeat of the washer incident."

"I wouldn't dare let that happen to you again, baby. And I promise, if this gets too much for you, I'll pull it out, okay? You just let me know, baby, so you're not uncomfortable at any point." Another kiss to his shoulder had him melting backwards as an arm stretched out before pulling at the blanket next to them on the cushion. As if he knew without him needing to breathe a word, he didn't want to sit on the couch with his dick out on while on his lap. The blanket was then draped over him up to his chest.

He let himself sag backwards against the blonde's chest as the controller was rested on the cushion next to them. Hizashi curled his arms around him on top of the blanket as he watched as Nemuri's number was pulled up. Watched green and red thumbnails flash at him when they flew over the keyboard. It wasn't long for the woman to reply to his husband after the text had been sent. She seemed to take the request on keeping the kids out longer for them rather nicely. He'd have to thank that woman somehow.

And even if one of his "kids" was a capable teenager with his boyfriend, Lord knows how a high teenagers mind worked. It was a relief when Nemuri had promised to give them some extra time. A promise to return them around Eri's bedtime. After the screen was turned off, the phone was tossed next to them as Hizashi fidgeted beneath him. He squirmed with him to get into a much more comforting position as he rested his head against his husband's shoulder. Arms curling tightly around him with the controller held in his hands.

The angle allowed him to turn his face to nuzzle it into the side of his neck as blonde hair tickled at his face. Carrying with it the fruity scents of the hair products that were used in the shower earlier. The faintest trace on his skin from the body wash. The warmth radiating off of his husband had him melting against the blonde. That sense of tranquility and security washing over him as he sighed out. All from the heavy weight of the blanket soothed him. A comforting weight that truly did rival Hizashi's.

His husband may be thin, but he had a comforting weight to him when he was sleeping on top of him. With his awkward view, he watched the blonde pull up his game as arms kept their firm squeeze around his waist. Clutching him closely. It had a rush of affectionate warmth rushing through him. And much like at the table, he felt a yawn bubbling up his throat. It was amazing how a bit of tranquility paved way for his fatigue.. It was far too easy to relax against Hizashi's chest with the warmth between them gathering.

Making a pocket of heat that had him surprisingly at ease. Then he felt lips press an awkwardly placed kiss to his forehead softly before another was placed against his hair. A fanning warmth of those breaths over his head had him mumbling softly with that content. The words refused to come to him but it felt nice. He was unable to decipher if his mumble carried a word or something of the sort but it didn't matter. Nothing did other than that strange comfort. Focusing on it, he contented himself in resting against Hizashi.

Relishing in how easily the warmth gathered beneath the blanket when he rolled his wrists. Unsure of what to do with his arms, he wrapped them over his stomach. A cheek nuzzled itself against the top of his head as the blonde began his gameplay. It was amazingly relaxing. He never approved on breaking away from work when they needed to get it done. Didn't like taking breaks only to be reluctant when coming back but he couldn't help but be thankful. Absolutely grateful he had given in without much of a fight.

Hell, would it truly be held against him if he napped? If he dozed off for a bit? They had woken up rather early today after all with Eri knocking at their doors. Not to mention he's been so tired running around in the snow lately with Eri constantly shrieking for him to play with her. Giving in and building the snowmen she wanted as she smiled brilliantly at him in her sweet way. In allowing himself to dive into those snowball fights he had with their daughter and Hizashi tag teaming him. It was tiring to be so cold.

Especially when he was shoveling the feet of snow in their driveway each morning at the crack of dawn. Anything to ensure they could get out should they need to go to the store. To prepare for returning to work. It was exhausting when the winter air was constantly sapping his strength. And while work shouldn't be shoved to the back burner the way it had, this was nice. Unbelievably nice. Knew it had to be when he had glanced over their list the second night of their "filming" as Hizashi playfully called it.

And unsurprisingly, he was right. Slumped in the blonde's lap, he struggled to keep himself from tightening around the blonde. To keep from squirming to adjust his position slightly. He pressed his forehead against his neck as he watched the screen with the low volume keeping the loud game quiet. It was everything he hoped it to be. The feeling of the blonde in him was a comfort. It felt good to have him there. It was honestly something he had loved from the very beginning when they had finally taken that step.

He could remember, much to his embarrassment, the many times in their youth when he begged him to stay. To remain inside him despite the scratch of that condom rubbing against him. They had never stayed together like that for long, but he had to admit he understood why they never did. It had always been slightly uncomfortable to have the condom in him for long. Caused an irritation that always bothered him the next day or even hours after. But now? Now he had that. He could have Hizashi in him as long as he wanted.

It was silly that he had never thought to merely request it but God knows he was happy he had. There was a contentment in feeling the blonde sitting snugly in him. The stretch was nowhere near as filling as it could be had the blonde been hard but it was nice. It was a full feeling that left him swimming in that contentment. The relaxing feeling of being so close to his husband. It was everything he'd hoped it'd be and more with its simplicity. It was almost like he was finally being pacified. Finally getting what he wanted.

And he fucking loves it. Loves the feeling as he watched the blonde's gameplay when he allowed his eyes to glaze over. Watching blankly as he listened to the light tap of the buttons on the controller. Breaks were never wise but sometimes needed. While he couldn't say he never took breaks, he also knew he was a bit of a workaholic. Wanting something to do. And this break was absolutely worth it. And as he enjoyed the warmth gathering steadily under their blanket, he could feel his lashes drooping.

The bright flashes on the screen before him were blending in one after the other. The wild movements on it were something his glazed eyes fixed on without processing. The blonde's arms squeezed subtly then around him giving him a rush of that warmth through his veins. A sensation that had him turning from the screen to bury his face into his neck awkwardly. Nuzzling into it until he was tucking his head beneath his husband's chin. Felt lips attacking the top of his head while eyes no doubt remained locked on the TV.

It had another rush of that warmth moving through him as he hummed softly. Got a cheerful hum from his husband in response. Maybe he should have insisted on getting drinks to sip on while they sat there. God knows how long they'd be here cuddled together like this. And truthfully, he couldn't remember the last time he'd drank something other than coffee and the tea he had with Hizashi an hour ago. He couldn't help a soft sigh when the blonde kissed the top of his head again absent mindedly.

The light clicks of thumbs hitting the buttons and moving the joystick on the controller mixing in with the quiet murmur of the TV. It felt nice. Good. He'd always wanted the blonde in him as long as he could keep him. Had always wanted to enjoy the feeling much longer than the fleeting moments after an orgasm. To memorize it. And with the blonde sitting idly in him, it was as if he were reaching those dreams. Making them a reality. It was always comforting but now? Cuddled backwards like this? He could melt.

Die happily. It was a dramatic thought to have but he truly loved the feeling of his husband in him. The warmth, the heavy weight of the blanket, and the arms squeezing him were bonuses. His drooping lashes fluttered down onto his cheeks when he fidgeted slightly. Lifting then dropping himself back down into a firmer fit against his husband. He felt arms tighten around him again as he crossed his own arms loosely over his stomach again. Inhaled the weak fruity scents of the soaps clinging in vain to his skin.

To the golden blonde locks that brushed against his face lightly. It was so much more filling than he'd thought it be. He wouldn't say it brought them closer or created a connection he didn't know they needed. No, they already had that but he couldn't deny that it made him feel closer to Hizashi. It felt as if he were being comforted somehow. There was a small trace of that discomfort, however, from not preparing himself again. It was a mild ache from the soreness that had accumulated over the past couple of days.

However, he wasn't going to complain. Whine and whimper over something he wanted only to have it taken away over a bit of discomfort. And truly, the longer he relaxed the better that ache eased itself, but he knew it wouldn't go away. Not yet, anyhow. But the ache felt good. Not quite painful but the stretch had his inner muscles weakly protesting the spread. Twitching with that urge to keep from squeezing around the blonde's dick took a quiet effort. He wouldn't sour anything about this if he could help it.

Not when he was getting what he wanted. When he always loves to cuddle the blonde whenever he possibly could during their breaks. Whether twisted together or nuzzling up to him with the blonde pinned to the counter in the kitchen. And this could be seen as merely a more intimate cuddle, couldn't it? To have the blonde inside him in such a personal way as his arms squeezed him close? As he nuzzled his throat with the slowing of his breaths? It was no different than if his husband had dragged him onto his lap.

Had squeezed him close. His lashes fluttered when Hizashi spoke then with arms tightening around him. What had he said? He couldn't tell but his lips were moving in a mumble. What did he say in response? He wished he knew. It was hard to focus when he was so warm. Melting under the blanket. How was it so easy to nap when it was so hard to sleep properly at night? Was he merely conditioned for naps? To sleep when he could during the day? He'd have to look into it. Have to do figure out the cause of it.

Or maybe it was the feeling of laying against his husband's chest. The smell of his hair. The warmth radiating off of his skin. The weight of the blanket draped over him. It could be the feeling of being so full it left his heart aching with that joy. His cheeks weren't quite as hot as they had been at the start, but they were warm. So warm as he felt his breaths coming slower. Evening out as he felt a kiss being pressed to his hair. Had he been so anxious he hadn't relaxed? Had he been this tired at the table?

Where had it all come from? It was one question after the other that he simply didn't have the answer for. But did he need an answer? He squirmed slightly as he let out a slow breath. Nuzzling into the blonde, that quiet wish for him to curl his arms around the man was there. To burrow himself into his hold the way he would had he been facing the blonde. Could he ask to be turned around? Was it possible to turn around without Hizashi needing to pull out?

His arms twitched with that twist of the simplistic desire. The simple want. Yet his lips refused to move to make the request. Was he sleeping? It certainly felt like he was floating in his own skin. In his own head. Not quite sleeping but he certainly wasn't as aware as he would be. Dancing on that in-between then? Not sleeping but not awake? Warm breaths fanned over his hair as he fought the urge to squirm against Hizashi again. To avoid moving his hips and making this from heartwarming to something filled with that lust.

That heat. But he couldn't deny he did want something but what was it? What did he want? He'd asked for cockwarming and he was getting it. It felt unbelievably good but not in that lustful way. Not in the way that he wanted to writhe. Squirm and whine with those pleas for the blonde to touch him. More like he was melting. As if he had been given a remedy he hadn't known he wanted. Soothed him to his core. He wished he were more alert. That he could watch the game the way he intended to with his husband.

It was merely too warm. To be held against the blonde's chest. The sweet scent of his golden locks. The feel of his dick sitting in him so innocently it felt wrong. Pushing at the sore muscles in a way that threatened to send sparks up his back. Hizashi felt good in him. Not all like a plug nor like a dildo as he had initially thought when reading those articles. It felt better. The blonde fit into him snugly and perfectly. It was like itching a scratch he'd ignored. Two puzzle pieces that hadn't initially fit together.

Pieces smashed until their edges warped. Forced to grow accustomed to one another over the years rather than fitting perfectly with the first time. And he liked that idea. Liked that he had been shaping to fit against Hizashi until his arms curved to fit him perfectly. Comfortably. To feel his lips melt and shape with his husband when they moved with his. To know the arms around him had, with time, shaped themselves to hold him like this. Time had made it effortless. Made them comfortable with one another physically.

And the blonde's dick being in him was no exception. Nothing felt thing he loved better than Hizashi. Nothing could compare with Hizashi. Everything about him was marvel worthy from the sweet fruity scents of his soaps to the silky locks of his hair. The warmth and softness of his skin. The sparkle he always caught in that gaze when they landed on him. The adoration that made his heart ache. The feel of those hands brushing over his skin or arms that held him tightly. All of it working to fit him perfectly over the years.

Sexual or nonsexual, he fit with Hizashi. His own arms shaping to fit Hizashi in them. Lips that had long since melted to shape the thinner ones of his husband. It was merely time that had gotten him accustomed to it. And to be filled with his husband until he felt he couldn't breathe was one of those confirmations. There was nothing better than when the blonde was stretching him so good he wanted more. Actively wanting it long before they were done with that first round of sex. A cliché craving he couldn't shake.

God, it made him wonder why they never tried cockwarming before. It felt so nice having the blonde inside of him. He loved being cuddled up to the blonde like this. Loved when Hizashi would tease and coax him into his lap until he was inhaling the scents clinging to his hair. Sometimes, if it was after work, he could get those traces of his cologne. When he got to soak up in his warmth like this. This was something he didn't understand the depth of how badly he wanted. How much he'd want to do it again.

It had him tightening instinctively around the blonde at the thought when he heard a hard click. Fumbling with the joystick? Even the rapid tapping of buttons paused when he felt a squirm beneath him. A subtle shift that had him moving sluggishly to adjust himself. To shift his weight to keep Hizashi's legs from falling asleep. His own, however, were spread over his. Or were his pressed together but tucked between Hizashi's? Keeping them spread? What had they done with their legs? It was hard to remember.

His brows twitch together as he again sluggishly moved against the blonde. Grunting under his breath before settling back down as he nuzzled his face into his neck. Giving a soft kiss to the skin weakly only to have arms tightening around him. The light click of the buttons was lost to him. Just like the gameplay on the TV. How many rounds were they in now? Hizashi had said a couple, hadn't he? His thoughts were lazy. Drifting away from his grasp with each passing second as he enjoyed the warmth.

The scents around that he gulped down into his lungs in slow, deep breaths. The light of the room was dimming. Was the sun going down? Or was he drifting off? Everything felt dreamy. Disconnected from reality when the quiet sound of the game came to him. The faintest unfurling of a dream at his fingertips. It was so close to him yet remained farther away than his thoughts. He could hear the slow breaths he took. Breaths that would occasionally catch in the back of his throat creating a light little sound.

A light snore that kicked up ever so slightly that forced him to stop those breaths. But it was so hard to control something when he was floating. Dozing and dancing on that border of a faint consciousness. Aware enough to identify the sensations around him yet too tired to do a damn thing about it. A light sleep that left him feeling woozy. Allowed those lazy thoughts to twist into him occasionally before melting away from him. It reminded him of his nights at his mother's apartment. During his school hours.

When he'd fall into a light, fitful sleep. Only he knew once sleep came for him that he'd be out like a light. For now, he could merely drift in his own head as he soaked up the warmth of his husband underneath the blanket. His fingers clutching weakly onto his shirt. It was all so, so nice. He really needed a break, didn't he? But would he be able to work after this? So many complicated questions that he simply didn't have the answers for now. Not when his mind was happily calling attention to all the sensations wrapped around him.

All of it coming together to make the perfect sleeping conditions. Lulling him closer towards sleep when he heard a hiss of breath being taken above him. His brows again twitched together slightly when he again moved. A sluggish roll of his shoulders against the blonde's chest and a lazy roll to his hips. Adjusting his weight merely gave him a fidget beneath him. A trembling breath rustled his hair in a warm rush. There was always going to be something about this that he liked. Something that would be his calling card.

He wondered if he could get away with this again tonight with his husband. If he could somehow work it in when they finished their paperwork and crawled into bed for the night. If he could coax the blonde back into him as they slept in the spooning position. Or better yet, if he could face the blonde so he could wrap his arms around him. Much like the arms around his waist. If he could hold the blonde closer to him like what was being done now to him. It was an idea he wanted to bring up to his husband when he woke.

Or was he already awake? Was this not a dream? Or was he awake? All he knew was everything was so nice. So good. It was easy to imagine how cockwarming could change from the web pages he'd looked at. How some results ended in sex. How some prompts he read for writers had made that heat flicker idly under his skin. It had made him wonder if it really would be a tease to his husband. If it would inevitably prove to be too much until hips were rolling. Until he was bouncing shallowly on the blonde as he clung onto him.

Hands sliding along his waist to slip up underneath his shirt to touch him properly. It wouldn't be much different than that night when they pulled pajamas out of the way but just as exciting. It had his blood burning at the time. To think of it all boiling down to sex. But at the same time that soreness had warned him away from rough sex the way the many results said online implied it to be. Hizashi was sore. He was sore. Could they really take another round? His dick had been looking a bit red from all the rubbing and stroking.

Ached despite the lubrication they used when he was jerked off. How much more could it take? When even pulling it out to take a piss sent overstimulated sparks through him? The idea of cockwarming transcending into sex wasn't his goal but he couldn't deny that it sounded exciting. To roll his hips down against the blonde as hands clutched at him. To have his husband moaning lowly in his ear before throwing his head back against the coach. Those slurred words leaving his husband in a jumble.

When they would switch fluidly between English and Japanese. Praises spoken in jumbled nonsense as hands squeezed at him with English broken up with moaned slurs of his name. It sent a shiver down his back to imagine it. There was another hiss of a breath close to his ear that had him mumbling. An irritated sound that barely reached his ears when Hizashi squirmed underneath him. Arching up slightly that in response raised him up slightly. What was he doing? His lashes fluttered on his cheeks weakly but never rose.

Refusing to listen to that silent demand for him to do so before it washed away. Lost under that heavy weight. The warmth keeping him relaxed. Yet those lazier, dirtier thoughts still clung onto him. Had his dick twitching with that interest before the fatigue had him settling down. There was another shift followed by a-a whine? A growl? It was hidden under a breath as he nuzzled the blonde's neck. Felt his husband stiffening beneath him. He held himself still for a moment as arms squeezed around his waist once again.

Was Hizashi uncomfortable? Was this making him uncomfortable after all? Or was it something he was missing? Something that he couldn't put his finger on? His brows twitched together when he felt his husband squirming underneath him. The protesting groan of the controller as the grip on it had the plastic protesting. What was going on? It was dragging him from his blissful dozing. He inhaled sharply with a stretch of his legs that had Hizashi going still this time. Fighting to move his hips as he arched forward.

A low groan leaving him as he did so with a breath then rushing out of him through his nose. He lifted his hands up to scrub at his eyes fiercely to rub away the sleep clinging onto them. If his husband was uncomfortable or his legs were falling asleep in this position, then he'd move. It was only as he was finishing, then bringing his legs back down to press his feet to the floor, that it clicked. His hips shifted slightly prompting another hissing breath from his husband. And it became very clear why the blonde was uncomfortable.

His husband was- He was hard? When had that happened? Why hadn't he felt it until now? It had lashes trembling beneath his fingers as he rubbed at them again before dropping them as he opened his eyes. And it was dark. Much darker than he initially thought moments ago. Had he been sleeping much longer than he thought? Had he merely been meditating as his husband would say? Nodding off into a light sleep? The room was quieter as well with the muffled music of the game's menu playing.

He then heard the distinct sound of his husband swallowing as he shifted against him. Blinking groggily as he gazed around the darkening room, he fought the urge to lift his head from Hizashi's shoulder. He felt his husband's chest expand with a deep breath. As if he were nervous about speaking for the fear that the new developments would be noticed. That he'd call him out on it and was worried about it. Uncharacteristic of his husband. "Shouta, are you awake, baby? Or are you still sleeping?"

"'m 'wake. What time is it?" He mumbled the words against his husband's throat when the blonde shifted again only the arm around him moved out. The controller had to have been put down if the light impact on the cushion meant anything. That groggy awareness was coming to him in increments but it wasn't clicking properly. Not the light shift. Not the fact that he had been dozing longer than he thought. Not the fact his husband's heart was racing against his chest.

"It's, uh, four fifty-five. It's been a little over forty-ish minutes? I'm not real clear, I didn't wanna move you and wake you up from your dozing." There was another swallow when he groaned lowly in his throat at the response. How had so much time escaped him? How did it go by that fast? Was it possible he did indeed sleep longer? His husband cleared his throat then when arms came to squeeze at him over the blanket. "How about we break for dinner? Are you hungry at all, baby? I can play my second roun-"

"You're hard." The stiffening of his husband beneath him as his words cut off had him blinking groggily. Heat rushed to burn his face when it clicked what had just left his mouth rather than the response he had in his mind. To say he was a bit hungry and they could talk about dinner. He stiffened as if he were the one caught with a hard on. He slid his arm free from the blanket in order to reach up and touch Hizashi's cheek. Hot beneath his fingers. "'m sorry, I didn't think-!"

"It's fine, baby, just fine! I mean, whether you mean you're sorry about not saying it out loud or saying you didn't think this would happen! So it's all fine!" Babbling. His husband was worried about upsetting him in his groggy state. "I mean, this is kind of a gamble with cockwarming, you know? It's only natural, right? We don't have to do anything about it and I can take care of myself, okay? You don't have to do a thing, baby! Let me just pull ou-"

"No." The blonde froze beneath him again when arms had begun moving from their places around his waist. He stroked that hot cheek again before dropping his hand to join the other in scrubbing at his eyes again. Rub away that groggy sensation when he shifted. No, he didn't want Hizashi to move. He didn't want him to pull out yet. Not when he hadn't had enough of having him inside yet. "I don't want you to pull out. I want you to stay in me a bit longer, Zashi, so please? Please don't pull out?"

"I don't want you uncomfortable, baby. You're sore, remember? We haven't been pacing ourselves right and now we're both dealing with the repercussions of it so we shouldn't push it, okay?" The controller was placed on the cushion when he whined in his protest. A hand came up then to touch his cheek softly with a brush that had him tipping his face towards it. "Baby, I want to love you, trust me I do! You can obviously feel that but it's not worth it if you're hobbling around, is it? Don't you think we practice self-control?"

"Maybe. Maybe we should but you want me, don't you?"

"Yes, but I-!"

"And you want me now? Want to touch me?"

"Yes, but Shouta-!"

"But what? You want me and I want you. We just need to be gentler like this morning and if we need to stop for a few days or weeks, then we will but you know with your upcoming piercing appointment after New Years that you're not going to be able to properly have sex for a month or two. Maybe longer." He paused as the blonde's hand shifted to cup his cheek. "I'm not saying it as the reason but if you're not comfortable then you don't have too, okay? I just- I want you in me. Just a little longer, Zashi."

That thumb moved in slow strokes over his cheek making it burn. He rested his forehead against the side of his neck when the blonde shifted slightly with a slow breath leaving him. "I don't want you to be hurt, baby. We filmed five videos in two days which is five rounds of sex. The last was this morning. You can't tell me that you're so eager for sex, are you? Besides, you know this isn't how you wanted the cockwarming to end, Shouta. Do you really want me? Or is this merely instinct because I'm hard?"

A fair question. It had him wordless for a moment as he blinked with the blonde stroking his cheek gently. Not forcing those words out but rather letting him think on it as he fought the urge to fidget like the blonde had when that cheek continued its slow movements. His palm was warm against his hot cheek. He didn't want it to end with sex. That much was clear but that had been before, hadn't it? Did he want it? Or was it instinct? "I don't know but I don't want you to pull it out. I don't want you to leave."

"And I won't. Baby, I can go take care of myself and then come back to cuddle with you more, yeah? I don't want you to be uncomfortable and put on the spot about sex if you didn't want this to end with sex." A firm press of that palm squished his cheek lightly making him whine even as he pressed back. Nuzzling the softness of that palm when his husband chuckled softly. "No matter how much I'd love making love to you rather than fucking your brains out, it's up to you, baby. What do you want the most right now?"

It was hard to think. Hard to process how one man could be so willing to step away and give him the choice for sex after all this time. As if it weren't truly clicking with him that he was hard. That he was blatantly turned on but was refusing to acknowledge the obvious. Lifting his hand up, he touched the back of Hizashi's hand. Brushed fingertips across it before moving to cover it with his own as he took a breath. "I want you to make love to me. Just one more time, yeah? Please? Touch me, Zashi?"

"Are you sure about it, baby? I promise we'll stop if it hurts at all, okay? Do you want to turn around? Lay down?" Soft murmurs that sent tingles down his back when he curled his arm back to wrap around the blonde's shoulder as the man scooched forward. He wanted to turn around. That's what he wanted, wasn't it? This entire time while he'd been napping lightly? That he wanted to turn around? "Shouta? Baby, I don't want to do this if you're still sleepy or something, we can do it later if you really want it, okay?"

"No, 'm fine. I wanna turn around." He fidgeted then as he raised his hips up slightly with the blanket slipping down. He moved his hands then to push at the blanket until it slipped off his lap to the floor in a heap. He was able to lift himself up off of the blonde with a slick sound ringing out. A shiver ran down his back when his dick twitched with that interest again when he stood up to push his pants down. Let them fall down past his knees to his ankles before moving back up onto the blonde's lap. "Hi."

Another of those soft, melt worthy smiles curled on his husband's lips as he reached down beneath him to grab at his erection before angling his hips down. Hands slid along his waist before they slipped backwards to grab at his ass in a light grasp to pull at him. "You're so cute when you're sleepy, you know that? I promise, after this we'll work out dinner and get our grading done. Then I think you deserve a nice long sleep, don't you, baby? Do you wanna have me in you tonight? Do some more cockwarming?"

"Yeah, I want it. I want you in me tonight, Zashi, it feels good. Nice. I like having you in me like that." His voice was sluggish in its mumble as hands squeezed softly at him as he adjusted his grip on the blonde's erection before coming down. Angling his hips until the head of his erection was nudging against him lightly. He lifted his hand up to brush over the blonde's red cheek. "I want to do it more, Zashi. I like having you in me, sex or no sex, it feels nice having you in me."

"If that's what you want then we can absolutely do it more, baby! You just tell me when you want to do it and we'll do it, Sho, okay? I like being in you with no sex attached too. Feels good just being in you." A shiver ran down his back as he pressed down against the blonde until there was that give. A slick slide that had his breath hitching as the blonde's hands squeezed gently at him once more. Sinking down onto his lap was effortless as he lifted his hand from his grip on the blonde. "Keep it easy, baby, and make love to me?"

He let out a hum as he curled his arms around the blonde in response. Pressing himself tightly against the blonde's chest as he gave a lazy roll of his hips down against him. Twisting his fingers into golden blonde locks as hands released their holds on his ass with a squeeze. Sliding them up towards his waist. A whisper of palms brushing over his warm skin had him shuddering at the caress. It had his dick giving another of those happy little interested twitches. It was true he had that grogginess clinging to him.

A mere result of his light nap. Had he been napping? Or merely dozing in his lazy thoughts? He could have merely existed. Merely relaxing to the point, he had been convinced he'd been on that border of sleep for half an hour. It was a wild thought to think that he had been in that state so long. Lulled so deeply by the sensations around him that he'd laid cuddled limply against his husband's chest. Rolling his hips in that same lazy manner, he felt hands sliding up towards his sides. Nails grazed lightly over his skin.

Tingles raced under his skin as he tightened his grip on the blonde's golden locks. Twisting strands around his fingers as others spilled over the back of his hands. He felt hips wriggling beneath him only to attempt to move with him when he dug his knees into the cushion as he leaned down. Pressing soft kisses along the slope of his neck earning him a stuttered breath from his husband. Squirms as he crawled his lips towards Hizashi's exposed throat. Soft fluttering kisses that had his husband's hands sliding down.

Kneading at his waist when his own breath shuddered out of him in a rush. It was wave after wave of tingles under his skin leaving him thrumming head to toe. So unbelievably warm when a breath rushed out of his husband as he tugged at the hair in his hands. Moving to nip lightly at his Adam's Apple then pressing a soft kiss to it. Feeling it bob under his lips when the blonde swallowed as fingers brushed along his waist in a caress towards his stomach. Making the muscles quiver viciously beneath those fingertips.

Moving down to his hips where he dragged his nails lightly over them sending another wave of tingles under his skin. He moved his lips up the blonde's throat towards that fluttering pulse point beneath his jaw. Pressing a kiss to it, he moved up to nip at his husband's jaw. All while those fingers brushed down towards his pelvis. Raking through the curls of hair there had his breath hitching in the back of his throat. An eager gasp of air being taken with hips arching forwards towards those drifting fingers.

His dick twitching delightedly at the thought of that touch. An identical breath caught in his husband's throat when he moved his lips up to his hot cheek. Crawling towards the corner of his mouth where he felt lips parting. Pulling back, he allowed himself to admire the sight of his husband. The blush smothering itself over freckled cheeks as pupils expanded with his arousal. Smoldering at him with that desire. It had his stomach dropping airily as that familiar twisting of desire gripped at him fiercely.

Felt that smolder along his bones as blonde lashes fluttered behind his glasses. Eyes locked onto him even as brows twitched together slightly with hips wriggling beneath him. Staring at him as if he hung the stars and moon before him. As if he were the center of the blonde's universe. Hips squirmed beneath him again as they did their best to join in on the lazy rolling of his hips. A spark of heat rushed up his spine with that awkward wriggle. Fuck, if he loved to have Hizashi move with him when he was tucked into his lap.

Loved to move with Hizashi. It had his hands tightening their holds on the blonde locks in his grasp. He squeezed his arms around his shoulders when he ground himself down against the blonde. Giving a hesitant squeeze around his erection. The tightening earned him a soft whimper from his husband when a hand moved up. Squeezing his hip firmly sending another wave of tingles through him to which he gave in to that quiet temptation. Fluttering his lips against the corner of his mouth once again.

And then he tugged gently at the blonde's hair to ease his head backwards. Tipping the blonde's flushed face upwards as he pulled at his hair gently while working them from the locks. Doing so until Hizashi's head rested against the back of the couch as he leaned in closer. Killing that gap until his husband's trembling breaths fanned over his parting lips. Making them tingle like the rest of his skin. Left him breathless as he leaned in to cover those parted lips with his own. They were so soft. So unbelievably warm.

It had him melting against his husband again as he moved his hands out of his hair to brush it behind his ears. Drifting his fingers over the shell of them earning him a shudder as a sigh fanned over his cheek. Short with a quickness to it but he didn't care. Not when a sigh of his own left him when he used a featherlight touch to brush his fingers along his husband's jaw. Down along the sides of his neck to which hips squirmed again with an airy sound. An eager sound as he moved his hands down on Hizashi shoulders.

Bunched the fabric to his palms as he rolled his hips down against the blonde before digging knees into the cushion beneath him. Moving his lips slowly with Hizashi's, adoring how they were melting and shaping to fit against his own. Catching the quiet sound of their lips whispering with that light little smack that carried effortlessly. Loud in the silence of the living room. The hand on his hip gave another squeeze before it moved up towards his waist again. Moving up along his side with his sweater bunching up.

Pulled up beneath that palm when Hizashi's hand awkwardly as it moved up. Following the center of his back coaxing him to arch forward tightly against his chest that was fluttering with those quickening breaths. Identical to his own. It had him squirming against him as he tightened his grip on his shoulders. Shuddering when that hand swept up towards his upper back before fingers were twisting into his hair. Cupping the back of his head in a move he had done one too many times on his husband.

he whined softly at the scratch of nails over his scalp. And Hizashi had his mind happily focusing on the hand down between them as fingers brushed over his inner thigh. Tingles raced up to which his dick twitched excitedly when the rolling pace was broken up by another squirm. Writhing against him when a whimper left him as he shifted again. Fingers brushed up his inner thigh coaxing his thighs to twitch apart further as he lifted himself up shallowly before dropping down. A slow, easy movement.

One that had the blonde groaning at him with that unmistakable encouragement. It had shivers rushing up his back when he gave another grind down against his husband in that slow movement before raising himself up. Dropping down slowly had the blonde's lips pressing firmly against his own. Had him groaning softly at his husband as he moved his lips eagerly. Kissing the blonde would always be one of the simplistic delights he had. To merely have those lips pressed against his, softly or fervently, thrilled him.

Would never fail to make his heart sprint. He clutched at Hizashi as fingers brushed along the juncture between his thigh and groin. Moving up with fingers brushing over him to which his breath hitched before rushing out sharply. A spark of disappointment when those fingers then moved away. That had then dropped down to claw at the couch cushion until there was a hum. The hand in his hair worked its way out of it to move down as hands came together between them. It had his brows twitching together.

What was he doing? There was the sound of something being dropped back onto the couch when a hand wrapped around him. Slick. It had him shivering at the chilled temperature of the lube as the blonde squeezed him gently. A firm grasp in response a twitch his dick gave. Squirming when Hizashi began to stroke him with that trace of hesitancy. The slick sound it created ringing out in time with the shallow bounces he eased himself into. He knew that the lube was merely a precaution to keep from rubbing him raw.

From making any possible irritation worse. It had him bucking forward into that slick grasp with a low moan leaving him. Hips twitched up to meet each of his downwards drops. Growing confident with the easy speed he gave himself, the blonde met each drop. Doing so with such timing it threatened to make his toes curl. His dick twitched rapidly when the blonde squeezed at him again. Stroking him in time with the slow speed he used in his bouncing as his breath shortened. Rasping through his nose quickly.

He gave a squeeze to the shoulders beneath his grasp before he slid his hands down. Over the fabric of the shirt, he slid them down towards the blonde's stomach. Felt the muscles quiver under his fingertips as he slipped his hands beneath the fabric. Touching that hot skin had his husband whining at him. He gave a sweeping caress up his stomach with the muscles quivering under his touch. It had his husband squirming when he moved upwards towards his chest. Easing himself backwards to give the space to do so.

Fanned his fingers through the wiry curls of hair there as lips pressed firmly to his with that slow speed meant to make him burn. Make him smolder up long before that flashing, blinding heat could eat him alive. He was being kissed with that desire. That lust and arousal that could eat him up in a heartbeat. Being kissed like his husband was desperate to do so. It had him shivering as he bucked into his husband's slick hand when it curved on an upwards stroke. It had that heat flickering under his skin.

Twisting into him with each frenzied beat of his heart. It had his breaths coming quickly much like Hizashi's as he felt a hand sliding along his waist backwards to rest on his lower back. Coaxing his lower half closer to him as if to fit him snuggly on his lap again. It had him squirming with a whimper when hips twitched up shallowly to meet his slow drops. There was no rush. No heat to eat him up alive like it had been the past two days. The way it had before. This was a comfortable, aching heat that had him wanting to twist closer.

To abandon his shirt as that heat began to smolder along his bones. Lazily swelling upwards beneath his skin to make him feverish as hair brushed annoyingly at his hot cheeks. He slid his hands along the blonde's chest to find hardened nipples with a curious brush. It had Hizashi's chest arching forward with another of those encouraging groans leaving the blonde. Squirming beneath his hands as he positioned his hands to slide his thumbs over his nipples idly. Playfully. Fuck, Hizashi was feverish under his skin.

It had a whine breaking out of his husband when he gave another playful flick. It was muffled into the kiss as he hummed softly at his husband when a squeeze was given to his erection. It had that hum melting into a moan as his dick twitched delightedly. Eagerly bucking up into that slick hand when he felt that dizzying rush. Rushing through his veins with what felt like a blinding speed when his dick twitched before it began to harden. It had him pulling himself up higher from that shallow depth.

Moving higher while keeping that easy speed. Never going faster than need be. Never coming down harder than need be. He flicked his thumbs over the hardened nipples with a moan spilling out of him. Pressed his lips to Hizashi's with that fervent heat. A smolder with that slow speed as the hand on his lower back swept up his back coaxing him to arch again yet he fought it. Kept himself from pinning his hands between them. Squirming instead as he brought his fingers together to pinch lightly at the blonde's nipple.

The balls of the piercings clicked lightly off of his fingernails with the clumsy movement. As he pinched gently at his husband's nipples, the blonde moaned at him in response. Hips moving up to meet his drops without that strength. Easy. Simple. So hot, hot, hot but it held a tenderness to it that had him breathless. He normally wasn't one for sex without a condom. He hated the cleanup that came afterwards or how long it took him to clean up. He hardly ever worried about diseases or STD's when he was his husband's only partner.

However, it was always hard to shake that irrational worry. It wasn't his favorite thing to "bareback it" or "raw-dog it" like he'd heard his students say. Why they knew the terminology, he had not a clue as they all had seemed discouraged after the Sex Ed talk. It was all disgusting terminology for no protection. But this afternoon he couldn't help but forsake it just once. He felt an odd soreness from using those condoms all the time. No matter the lube, they had gone back to back so often that it left him with a strange chaffed feeling.

As if the rubber was scratching him raw from it and this was a breath of fresh air. It was dangerous given the soreness that did cling to his thighs and hips as he lifted and dropped himself. The muscles that quivered with that familiar soreness they'd had when Hizashi first entered him. It was nowhere near as evident as it would be if he were bouncing with that wild fervor he had in the past. It was there like a mild ache, but it wasn't so overwhelming he had to stop. Wasn't so overwhelming it teetered on uncomfortable.

It was a very nice tempo of moving slowly in time with his husband as hips thrusted up to meet his downward drops. Felt the thighs beneath him flexing when he came down followed by the fidget of legs bracing themselves better. The light thud as the coffee table was kicked at with a grunt leaving his husband. All of it was nice. Just as it had been when he'd climbed in his lap. Even if the muted menu music was the only thing between them, it was hot. The slick sounds of his bounces and the meeting thrusts rang out.

The sound of Hizashi's slick hand stroking him in time with the thrusts being given had his toes curling. Had his feet wriggling as they dangled off the edge of the cushion as he moaned out when the blonde dragged his nails down his back. It had him squirming as he pinched down harder on his husband's nipples earning him a louder moan from his husband. An identical squirm beneath him when hips jumped up eagerly to meet his drop. He could feel that faint soreness when he squeezed around his husband.

Shuddering at the twitch of that erection as it rubbed against his inner walls delightfully. Spread the tender muscles without inducing pain. Filled him as comfortably as it had when he'd been flaccid when they sat down. A moan tore itself out of his throat as he listened to the smacking of their lips ringing out. A frequent occurrence as the speed of their moving lips crept up in speed past that sluggish speed they'd been using before. Moving with a passion that had his heart pounding against his chest.

Had fast pants fanned over his hot cheek with hitching whines breaking free from him. Reedy whines leaving his husband being echoed back at him. God, he loved the tenderness to it all. He loved how Hizashi always had levels to it that he was never scared to go into depth about. There was sex when it was a casual thing, they came together to indulge in. A moment to get out that burst of energy or because the mood merely sank into that friskier one between them. When they both were interested in it.

Fucking was the brutal, hard pounding that had him wailing as he clawed at the blonde. That he begged shamelessly for as the blonde grunted and growled at him those filthy words. And then there was this. This is what Hizashi always insisted was lovemaking. It was amazing how it could be a "kinky" idea on their list but still be so tender. So gentle. It had him breathless as he pinched down hard on the blonde's nipples with a light twist. It had his husband moaning out at him encouragingly as his chest arched forward.

Pressing into his hands as hips moving up again with that eagerness. And he happily crushed his lips down against the blonde's. Kissing him with that passion and heat that was being poured into the kiss slowly but steadily to make it burn. His panting breaths rasped through his nose desperately. Felt his forehead broke out in that clammy sheen that itched. It was annoying but he could ignore it. Just like he could ignore the nudge of the blonde's glasses against his cheekbones and eyebrows. It had him hot.

And it was easy to ignore it. He rolled his hips with each drop back into his lap tearing those airy moans from his husband. Felt hips struggling to move with him as that hand stroked at him before moving away. It had his hips bucking with a whine as his erection rested against his stomach. Slick as the lube spread over his skin but he caught the distinct sound of a hand rubbing over pants. It had him humming when the blonde pulled back in order to lean in and place a fluttering kiss to his bottom lip teasingly.

Pants rasped out of him as lips again fluttered lightly against his bottom lip before teeth nipped at it. A shudder moved over him when Hizashi bit down softly on his lower lip before tugging gently at it. It had him moaning out when the hand on his back swept downwards with a damp one joining it on his waist. Writhing when hands were sweeping up his sides. Twisting him closer as they came back down to his waist. Kneading at him as teeth released their soft bite on his lip only to have lips fluttering down to his chin.

Along his jaw as hands pulled at him subtly. Coaxing him to abandon that slow speed but keeping him even. Keeping him easy even as he sped up slightly in his lifts and drops in compliance with the hands on his waist that then followed the curve of it. Arms wrapping around his waist as hips raised up to meet him with that new speed. It had him whimpering loudly when teeth nipped at his jaw before crawling down towards the side of his neck. An area that the blonde had delighted in leaving hickey's on during their winter break.

It sent shivers down his back as he whimpered at his husband as he moved himself faster. Listening to the squelches of the lube that rang out intermittently. Nowhere near as constant as it would had the blonde been wearing a blonde but they sent sparks of heat up his spine. It had him squirming with a roll of his hips each time he came down. One that seemed akin to a grind that his husband's hips jumped up to join. Leisurely as hands slid up his back in a slow sweep that had him abandoning his pinch on the blonde's nipples.

His fingers curled over the skin into fists that resulted in him raking his nails over the blonde's nipples. It tore a wild moan against his neck with vibrations that had him bucking his hips eagerly. A gasp of a breath leaving him as he tried to reign in that wild urge to jerk down. To drop with all the strength he wanted too. But no. No, he wouldn't go hard. Wouldn't bounce with that blinding speed. He refused to ruin this. He didn't want that brutal speed right now. He wanted to take his time with it as he rolled his hips down.

Lazy circles that had his husband moaning at him with hands pressing against him. He moved at a rather decent speed that allowed that squelching to continue to ring out. Listening to it ring out in intermittent bursts as quick pants left him. Ragged. Rasping out of him much like Hizashi's were as lips fluttered over his throat prompting his head to fall back. It had him moaning out when the blonde groaned in that guttural pitch against his skin. It sent vibrations tingling over his skin. Ohhh, it felt fucking good.

It had him squirming against the blonde as his moans crested up. Rising up into that pleading pitch as those moans keened out of him when his erection twitched against his stomach. Nails dragged over his shoulder blades as hands began moving back down. It had his back arching forward instinctively to pin his fists between their chest. His heart was pounding sickeningly as he whimpered loudly at his husband with a twisting squirm. It felt so good. Beautifully tender with the intent on bringing tears to his eyes.

It was utterly amazing. There was something so addicting about a brutal, fast fucking but this? This was beautiful. The ease in which those hips rose up to meet the new speed with light hits against him rather than the slamming ones that would leave them aching. Feeling the rolling and flexing muscles as the blonde moved to meet him. It was an absolute work of art that he couldn't get enough of. For there was a pleasure in this just as there was a pleasure to being thrown down on the cushions of the couch.

When his legs would be forced to his shoulders as the blonde pounded him. It was perhaps even better than that. It had him burning up faster as it smoldered him to the bone with the heat. Had him squirming against his husband with those keening moans flying out of him. Shuddering when hips rose up to meet his thrusts with those soft impacts. So unbelievably gentle. Sweet. Hands continued their way down his back with nails grazing over his skin. His hair, at least, remained away from his hot face.

Spilled over his upper back due to the backwards tilt to his head as he began sliding his hips up higher. Abandoning any hint of that shallow depth earning him an enthusiastic, guttural groan from his husband. A pitch that vibrated over his skin like the other noises so far. It was hot with the living rooms radiator so close to the couch but God knows he could ignore it. His pants flew out of him raggedly as he bounced himself with hands coming to rest on his waist. Encouraging him onwards as they squeezed at him.

Holding onto him as he forced his trembling fists to uncurl. Sliding his palms over the blonde's chest, he brushed them over his nipples. Loving the squirm it got him from his groaning husband as teeth scraped over his skin teasingly. Biting down softly at his skin tearing a whimper out of him. He slid his hands from his chest towards his sides. Sweeping down what he could touch had the blonde's breath hitching in only to come out on a huff. A gasp of air being taken as he squirmed beneath his hands.

Teeth biting down harder on the skin only for him to feel the softness of those lips against his skin. The soft pulling sucks at his skin that sent tingles down his back as he rolled his hips when he came down. A figure eight motion that had his husband moaning into his shoulder. Clutching him impossibly close as hips jumped eagerly much like his own came down with that shared eagerness. It was amazing how one room could be so quiet yet filled with so much sound. The rasping pants being taken from them both.

The slick sound of those thrusts ringing out in the room. Hitching breaths carrying with them soft, back of the throat sounds. Keening moans and the throaty groans filling the room over the quiet murmur of the TV. It had jolts of heat stabbing through him as he rolled his hips again in that figure eight motion. A movement that again had a higher, louder moaning buzzing over his shoulder from his husband. Squirming as he slid his hands down his sides again before coming up. An awkward reach but he did it.

A keening whimper left him when teeth dug into his shoulder fiercely with harder sucks being used. Bouncing himself with that trace of eagerness as his slick erection twitched against his stomach. A quiet ache twisting into him with that throb of desire screeching at him to demand to be touched. To have the wandering hands on his back come forward to touch him again. He squeezed around the blonde with a groan as he took a moment to feel that awed admiration. The feel of his husband in him as he shuddered at the rub.

The feeling of being filled. Stretched around the blonde in an addicting manner that would always make him come back for more, more, more. To have the blonde inside him whenever he could. It was addicting. Muscles conditioned to cling onto the blonde as his husband writhed beneath him. Hands clutched at his waist coaxing him to move faster again to which he happily moved with as his hair trembled against his upper back. A few locks clinging in vain to his neck as he moaned loudly at Hizashi.

Twisting with a squirm when nails dragged over his waist. Clawing at him leaving burning lines over his skin. It had his hips grinding when he dropped himself back down briefly before flying back up. Panting as nails dragged over his skin again with a blunt burn that had him squirming when hands slid backwards towards his back. He could feel that blistering heat coming to a head as his stomach flipped with that pooling of pleasure. Lava that burned hotly into his stomach. Scalded him to his very core.

It had his toes curling as the biting suction on his shoulder lifted itself with a shuddering breath leaving his husband. One of those keening moans flying out of the blonde when he squeezed instinctively around him. Too loud. Much too loud. He lifted his head with a whine when he watched Hizashi's head fall back against the couch. Blonde locks spreading over it as a few wisps clung to his flushed face as hands slid over his skin beneath his shirt. The position naturally made his touch of his sides harder to achieve.

But he didn't mind it as he leaned forward. Bracing his hands up onto his chest with fingers spreading over the fabric of his shirt as he dug his knees into the couch cushion. Bouncing himself with that new speed Hizashi had coaxed him towards only to lean in. Pressing kisses along the blonde's jaw, sliding a hand up to cup the side of his neck. Moving his thumb to rub circles into the right side of his jaw. Loving how those fingers dug into his back with soothing circles pulling those shameless moans out of himself.

Breathless. It was almost too tender. Too sweet for him. It had him whimpering out with those hands sliding over his skin as if to soothe him with a snapping, guttural groan flying out of his husband as hips ground up when he came down. It was amazing how much he could want one person. Disgustingly cliché how addicted he was to have those hands on him. To feel to soft hit of hips moving up against him. The reedy, ringing noises leaving the blonde. It all worked to smolder him with that heat.

"Go-God, you're so beautiful, you know that? Mmm! I lo-love when you make love to me! Fe-Feels so good, baby!" Breathless. A gasp as his husband's hands slid towards his sides with hips jumping up with that new, fast pace as he whimpered against his jaw as he placed another kiss to it. "Fuck, I-I could watch you mo-move for hours! Hours, baby! Wa-Watch you roll your hi-hips like that! Nnn! Wh-What a sweet thing you are! Do-Does it feel good, baby? Feel ok-okay? Does it hu-hurt at all?"

"I-I feel fine! Pe-Perfect! Just- Nnnn! Do-Don't go too hard! Mmm! Ah! I lo-love having you in me, Zashi! Always ha-have and -Nnnghnn! Oh! - always wi-will! Shit! The things I'd do to ha-have you in me all the time, Zashi! Whe-Whether it's fuckin' my brains out o-or makin' love to me! Or just- Hnnn! Fuck! Ev-Even if you just si-sit in me like you did! Ha-Havin' you in me feels so good! I love it! I lo-love you, Zashi! Wa-Want you to make love to me all night! Love me!"

Nails dragged over his lower back sending shivers down his back when he kissed that burning cheek softly earning him a mewling whimper from his husband. "I lo-love you too, baby! Nnn! I'd be in you all the time, sweet boy, all the time! I-I'd love nothin' mo-more than to be in you! You fe-feel so good ar-around my cock! So hot! It's the best, baby! Fuck me, I co-could watch you bounce on m-me all day long, you pretty thi-thing! Ah! You re-really like having m-mmme in you that much? Wa-Wanna be that close to me?"

"Yes! Yes, I do! Nnnghn! Za-Zashi, baby, yes! I wan-want you in me! Do-Don't want you to pull out! I just- Mmmmff! Ohhh, God, I do-don't think I can sleep ea-easily at the dorms! No-Not without you! Not wh-when I know how good you feel i-in me when I'm sleepin'! I just wa-want you with me! Nghnn! Ple-Please find it, Zashi! Ah! Shi-Shit, you feel so gooood! Co-Could ride you all afternoon! Fu-Fuck myself on your co-cock! I love it! Fi-Find it, I ne- Right there! Ahhnn, Zashi! Zashi, Zashi, baby, yes, yes! There!"

The blonde moaned at him as hips wriggled before thrusting up to meet his drop. Heat rushed up his back to which he twisted against his husband. Loving how those hands clutched at his waist with that moan tearing up in volume. He gripped at his shirt with a moan of his own as he pulled back only to fly forward to catch those lips. So soft against his own as they melted against his own with those kisses. Smoldering with that passion and hunger that had him squirming with his husband. As if the blonde would eat him.

Devour him whole. The smacking of their kisses traded melting in with the fast pants. The slick sounds of the thrusts as he clung onto the blonde. The sparks of heat racing up his spine with each drop had his knees sliding on the couch cushion as his thighs twitched apart. Allowed him to sink down lower on the blonde as he bounced himself with that eagerness. The muffled moans spilling out of his husband into the kiss had him burning up. Had his stomach coiling with that consistent pooling of pleasure.

And he kept up that speed the blonde had adjusted them too without going overboard. Keeping that tenderness. That painful sweetness. He whimpered as he kissed Hizashi with that fervent desire. With the passion bleeding into the kiss as pants fanned over his cheek unevenly. Shaking as hands kneaded at him before nails clawed at him leaving their burning lines. It had the muscles in his thighs jumping with each bolt of heat through him as he dropped. Grinding himself down eagerly to chase after that burning pleasure.

Giving in to the temptation as he clenched up around his husband's twitching erection. Whimpering when it got him one of those dangerous, low growls from his husband as hands squeezed at him. Nails digging into his skin with a blunt, burning pain that had him whining. The way he could dedicate hours of his life memorizing and rememorizing his husband. Noting then adoring every curve and dip. The way his body seemed to fit snugly against his own. Comfortably. Admire how amazing he felt against him.

How good he felt in him with his erection twitching as he squeezed around him with a moan leaving him. Shuddering at that rub against inner walls that quivered before he was squeezing around his husband again. Squirming with a keening moan flying out of him when he got a growl from his husband. Nails clawing at him with their burning lines on his waist. Had him burning up when that growl quickly crested into an ear piercing whimper from his husband. It trembled as it tore through the octaves making his ears throb.

And then he heard a few bells jingling behind them. It had him tapping his fingers sharply against his husband's chest who choked the sound down. Whimpering when he parted his lips to brush his tongue across Hizashi's bottom lip. Admiring that softness to it that damn near felt silky. An impossibility but his mind seemed more than happy to churn out the idea. Anything to make this already amazing scenario even better. He got zero hesitation when his husband's lips parted against his with a groan.

A quick decision when he licked at his bottom lip lightly again. Eagerly, he met the blonde's tongue only to find the piercing clicking off teeth when Hizashi moved his tongue. Displaying that same eagerness as he flicked then nudged at that beloved piercing. Swirling the tip of his tongue against it as Hizashi moved to massaging his tongue to his own. Hips jumping up with a bit more force behind them yet nowhere near as strong. Nowhere near as the brutal pounding of the day before. Then last night.

He squeezed fistfuls of his shirt to his palms once again as he felt the blonde's heart hammering through the fabric. Beneath his curled fingers. It had him whining into the kiss as he scraped his tongue against his husband's teeth yet got not a sound of protest. Of complaint when he twisted and swirled his tongue with Hizashi's. Shivering when he felt that tongue flicking playfully at his as he bounced himself with that eagerness. Felt that knot forming low in his stomach with each spark of heat blistering its way up his back.

An agonizingly pleasurable knot that was twisting tighter, tighter, tighter. It had his hips working to chase after that orgasm clawing its way up. Building like an unbearable pressure in his stomach that had his fatigued thighs tensing. Shaking as his feet squirmed restlessly over the cushion of the couch when his toes curled tightly. His breaths coming faster on rasping huffs similar to his husband's. Squirming against Hizashi when hands swept up his sides only to have nails drag down them on their way back down to his waist.

It had him releasing another of those keening moans that teetered on a mewl. On a ringing pitch his husband made effortlessly when the blonde whimpered at him. His thighs shook as his stomach began to flex as he bounced himself with that eagerness to hunt down his orgasm. Just one more, more, more then he'd stop with sex. He'd give his body a break with the end of their vacation looming so close. He clung onto Hizashi's shirt desperately as his moans and whines spilled out of him shamelessly.

Pulling at his vocal cords making his throat ache from the nights he'd spent before. All the shameless moaning and groaning that took their tolls on him. It had him rolling his hips eagerly each time he bottomed out in his lap. So close, close, close. It was slow building but God it was there. Could feel it in the erratic throbbing of that twitching erection in him. In the eagerness he felt in the hips meeting his each time he came down. In the way Hizashi's tongue flicked and twisted with his own with that firm rub.

The quickening breaths as a hand left his waist to grab at his own slick erection. Squeezing the throbbing shaft tearing a wild, uneven whimper out of him as the blonde began to stroke him quickly. Rubbing his thumb over the head each time he curved his hand upwards. Sparks of heat ripped up his back as he kept his lips pressed firmly to Hizashi's. Squirming when he came down with the blonde stuttering in his control as he snapped up. A sharp hit that had a burst of heat ripping its way up his back only to fan out.

A wildfire effect under his skin. The squeezing fingers came up to palm at the head of his erection was too much. That slow building orgasm snapped through him with an intensity that had his thighs trembling as they tensed up tightly. So much so he feared he'd pull a hamstring as his stomach flexed. Moaning into the kiss, he stiffened against his husband as his breath wheezed down only to hold itself there. Kept his chest tight as he felt the hot spurts landing on his stomach as he squeezed around the blonde.

Shuddering at the wild moans leaving his husband as he clutched around that throbbing erection. Hips arching up to grind against him with that eagerness. Fiercely as the blonde jerked his hips uselessly up when he held himself firmly down in his lap with hands clutching at his shirt. So good, so good. So fucking good. He didn't care for it but the odd feeling of those hot spurts of come in him had him shuddering. Writhing as his husband stiffened beneath him with those throaty, guttural groans snapping out of him.

Hips grinding against him desperately as fingers stroked and squeezed him through the white-hot waves tearing through him. Eating him alive from the inside out as he trembled. Shook with bated breath making his chest impossibly tight through that eternity. That infinity of a white-hot heat that raced through him. And then it was over. Over, over, over leaving him weak as that breath rushed out of him on a rasping wheeze that broke off as he inhaled. There was a weak flick of that tongue against his.

Huffing breaths leaving his husband as he no doubt tried to strangle his groans down. He pulled back breaking the kiss as his lips tingled wildly. Rasping pants leaving him when his husband slumped with a shuddering breath leaving the man. And he was a work of beauty. The deep red blush smothering itself over those freckled cheeks. The blonde lashes fluttering on his cheeks much like his own had. Eyes no doubt having rolled back from the rush of heat. Even the way his brows twitched from their tight squeeze.

His eyes caught sight as a bead of sweat ran down the side of his face. Racing towards his jaw where it trembled before slithering down his throat. The light swell to those lips as his mouth hung open with another of those airy noises leaving him allowing for him to see the ball of that piercing. All while his head pressed back. It was beautiful. He didn't think twice before flying forward the second those green eyes opened. Didn't hesitate to play soft kisses over that sweaty, flushed face with that swell of affection.

Targeting those freckles he adored with that tight ache spreading through his chest. Hands moving to curl his arms around his shoulders as he got a breathless sound from his husband. One that then turned into a series of giggles as he placed soft kisses in a flurry along his cheeks. Along his jaw. Over the bridge of his nose where the smattering of freckles was darkest. Pushing and nudging his glasses as he did so but the blonde didn't seemed to care. Didn't breath a word of complaint as he giggled at him.

Especially not when he was receiving those same breathless kisses along his cheeks. His forehead and nose. A hand released his twitching, softening erection with the other hand sliding along his waist. Kneading at him as he hugged himself tightly to the blonde before moving his arms. Lifting his hands up to cup that red face delightedly. Fluttering pecking kisses to his cheeks in between the soft strokes he gave with his thumbs over them. Pouring that adoration and affection over the giggling blonde joyfully.

Doing so until he had to choke what he knew would be giggles of his own. He kissed Hizashi's forehead, his jaw, the tip of his nose softly in pecks that were copied onto his own face. He pulled back only to catch those lips in one, two, three fast kisses that he couldn't help but come back for a fourth. Couldn't help but let Hizashi deepen it as lips moved breathlessly, tenderly against his own with a sweetness. It sent a shot of warmth through him. This time with that fluttering in his stomach. An opposite to the lingering heat.

Rasping, shallow pants were being taken through noses desperately as he kissed the blonde. Listening to the smacks of the breathless kisses being traded until his husband was pulling back. Breaking the kiss with a sharp smack when he pulled back with a shuddering breath. A smile twitched at his lips when his heart stumbled over its pounding speed when Hizashi smiled at him. A soft smile he'd recognize anywhere. Recognize blind. It was for him. It had his breaths stuttering when he caught that wicked sparkle in his eyes.

An opposite to that soft smile when Hizashi then moved his slick hand upwards as he looked down. Curiously only to feel a spark of heat shoot through him when the blonde slid his fingers over his stomach. Bringing his slick fingers up when he hissed in a breath watching that hand lift up towards those smiling lips. Narrowing his eyes, a protest building as he pursed his lips, when Hizashi popped his come covered fingers tin his mouth. Lapping at them as if he wasn't bothered by the lube. By the taste of any of it.

It had his hot face flaring with a fresh blush when the blonde put on quite the show in licking and sucking his fingers clean. How could he hate and love something so much? It was disgusting but fuck him if his eyes weren't riveted to Hizashi. Flashing his tongue piercing at him as he licked at his knuckles. His husband placed his hands on his waist, he leaned in just enough to nuzzle their noses together. A giggle leaving the blonde when he squished his cheeks. Moving them down to curl his arms over his shoulders again.

"Shi-Shit, you wiped m-mmme out, baby! I co-could go for a nap, you know that?" Another giggle then burst out of his husband as hands kneaded at his waist softly as he was pulled snugly against his husband once more. His spread thighs allowing for him to sink deeper onto his lap as he huffed at the blonde. "Tha-Thank you for that, baby! If I-I knew cockwarming wou-would end like that I'd su-suggested years ago! I lo-love you, Shouta, baby, you know that? Tha-Thank you for ma-mmmaking love wi-with me!

"Yo-You act like it's a cho-chore to m-mmmake love with you!" Breathless. Husky. It was hard to choose what pitch his voice came out as when he twisted closer against the blonde only to bring his fingers up to pinch at that flushed cheek earning him a whine. "N-No naps though! W-We have to fi-figure out dinner and fi-finish work! Then we ca-can go take a shower bec-because you came in me, you idiot, whi-which means you help with cleanup! I'm not do-doin' it by myself! So, no na-nap for you, Zashi!"

"I-I did say we'd get back to wo-work, didn't I?" Narrowing his gaze on the blonde as he sighed, his husband then giggled breathlessly at him again. "Fi-Fine, fine! I'll help you with cle-cleaning up! And I ca-can figure dinner out if you do-don't wanna cook! Wo-Work will be easy pe-peasy though! Let me cu-cuddle you a bit, please? I ne-need to bask in the glory that wa-was our lovemaking, you know? It fe-feels like it's been forever si-since we've made love li-like that!"

"Be-Because the last ti-time was on my bir-birthday. But I-I don't mind cuddling fo-for a bit so long as we do-don't fall asleep, alright?" He got a sweet smile from his husband that caused absolute havoc on his poor heart as he then tightened his arms around his shoulders. "Bu-But I'll always make love wi-with you. Whe-Whenever you want it, we'll have it, okay? Be-Because I love you to-too and it's nice to ta-take a break from you pound m-my ass into oblivious. Feels nice."

"Lovemaking wi-with you will always be better than fu-fucking you, baby!" Lips then pecked the tip of his nose softly when the blonde giggled as he pulled back with that adoration sparkling in his gaze. The affection in that soft, sweet smile on his lips as hands kneaded gently at him. "I lo-love you like crazy, Shouta, you know that? I lo-love you so fuckin' much and I'm a da-damn idiot for that, aren't I?"

"Yeah. Yeah, you are a damn idiot for that." He couldn't help but let his smile curl over his lips. A soft little thing that had that sparkle shining at him. The hands squeezing at his waist when he tightened his arms around his shoulders as he tugged at a few locks of golden blonde hair when he twisted himself closer. "But I'm n-no better, now, am I? We're sickening, you know that? To make su-such cliché claims to love ea-each other like crazy after lovemaking."

"Yeah, we are, baby! Now, I think I wa-wanna catch my breath! May I kiss you silly un-until I do?"

"You absolutely may."