Fifty Darker Shades of EraserMic

by CrypticBeans

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

3. Let's Take A Bath!

Hizashi was proud of himself. No, would smug be a better word for it? He couldn't say that pride was the word he was searching for exactly. However, it was the one that fit best whenever he caught that glow to his husband's eyes. The pink spots that bloomed over his cheeks. Those soft smiles that truly could make one swoon on their feet. There was a euphoric joy to his husband that was spread in those small ways of cuddles and soft smiles. Spread in cheek nuzzles that had him bursting out of his skin with joy.

With the delight when those arms slid around his waist at the stove. When he didn't get a word of protest when they would sway side to side with the soft, tinny music from a phone speaker playing in the kitchen. He loved making his husband happy. Loved to see that joy being spread amongst their small family in the subtle ways. He loved to hear Eri squealing and shrieking with laughter as she screamed for him. Hands stretched out towards when he rushed in to witness Shouta nuzzling his cheek to Eri's.

The delight in those red eyes when she squealed for him to save her from Papa. Squirming despite the way he saw her nuzzling back and clung onto him. It warmed his heart like nothing else when he inevitably coaxed his husband and daughter outside. Bundled up with shrieks carrying effortlessly in the cold winter air where Eri flew through the snow. To come inside to get dinner on the stove with Hitoshi inevitably walking in only to hop up onto the counter where he nursed a cup of steaming coffee.

Ignoring his blatant fussing over drinking it at three in the afternoon only to have Shouta defend the teen with a cup of his own coffee in hand. It was a joy unlike anything he'd experienced and all because he had finally taken the step to bring up a new challenge to his husband. Had handed over the list to the black-haired man who had lit up at the sight of it. He knew Shouta couldn't possibly know the emotion that had sparkled in his gaze when he produced that paper. The overwhelming joy that had sparkled at him.

Gave a warmth those dark eyes when the man had tried to cover up his blatant excitement. It had been worth it. It would continue to be worth it and he knew it would be. In the wake of their first two choices being struck from the list, he had to admit that euphoric joy had spread to him as well. It gave him that rush of warmth to remember their afternoon of cockwarming. There was excitement in hearing Shouta howl and wail those jumbled words as he writhed in his lap when he coaxed him onto it any other time.

But that afternoon had been different. Better. To watch his husband's rolling hips and the sleepy fog that had clung to those dark eyes had been beautiful. A work of art to watch that blush smother itself over his cheeks. There was nothing he loved more than when they came together for something tender. Something so painfully sweet that they threatened to induce tears. He wanted nothing more than to indulge more often in that lovemaking atmosphere with his husband. To give him the tenderness he needed.

The praise he deserved to have during sex. Just as much as he deserved and wanted to be thrown onto the bed for a wild, blinding night with that lustful heat. To give him something to cherish and something to burn him up later. The morning after their afternoon in the living room, Shouta had called for a break. A well needed break as that tenderness and soreness had worsened the next day. Oversensitivity plaguing him the day after no matter how gentle their lovemaking had been. It was merely inevitable.

And so, they had discussed their break on sex in depth while he put coffee on for them both. It was then they agreed to put sex on the back burner until that soreness and oversensitivity faded away. It was an agreement that he could happily go all in on with his husband. Their day had then been spent finishing their grading successfully. It was only when he was typing out a responding email to his station that Shouta decided to take residence against his side. A calm day that flew by in a blur until they called Eri in.

After spending that day in the snow that clung onto her as soaked gloved hands reached out. All too delighted it seemed in warming up in her bath to which she had gone down rather easily after it. From there he found himself having that much needed talk with Hitoshi. To be blunt about the use of his weed, where he got it from, and the smaller things that he'd discussed with Shouta. From there he'd flown downstairs to finish editing his email for the station. After sending it, Shouta had reached out for him.

And he happily crawled into bed with his husband to try for that last night of cockwarming. Arms and legs twisted together with hips pressed flush tightly to his as Shouta kept himself cuddled close. It had been an absolutely amazing night. It was the best sleep he'd sworn he'd had until he woke with a crick in his neck and an ache radiating along his shoulder. A consequence from sleeping in the same position being kept all night. But he didn't care. Not when he had his husband in his arms. Giving him that warmth.

From there, it was far easier to have tasks cropping up that helped with pushing sex onto that back burner. To lock the door on it when they were typing up the beginnings of their reports. When Eri was rushing about the house with the demands for an "unhealthy" breakfast choice for a snowy Sunday morning that Shouta shut down. It was easy to lose himself in the flow of their daily life as he walked through the soreness. Playing in the snow with their daughter or cuddling up on the couch with Bluey or a movie on the TV.

Taking care of the cats and house ate up most of their days that by the time he was in bed once more? It had been effortless to forget about sex. One day became two without thinking on it. It was easy to fall into the domesticity of their daily lives when Shouta was tucked against his side. When he got to curl up on his husband's lap with that musky vanilla scent of his soaps so close to his nose. It was easy to lose himself in the flow of days when he was typing out his emails and reports in between those quiet moments.

Helping Denki with his studying for English or to help Eri with her worksheets in her workbook. Scrubbing the house early in the morning, top to bottom, before getting breakfast on ate up his focus. Making sure the coffee was on for his husband and son every morning. That had always been a goal early in the morning but with winter in full swing? it had gone from a want to a need for the both husband and son. He truly was awed when he saw two people unrelated by blood have such similar personalities.

Similar habits. Have one take after the other so closely that he really couldn't help but wonder if there was some connection. However, he'd heard the same with himself and Eri. That she was a "loud blonde" without having the blonde hair. He adored the thought that their daughter took after him in that regard. Where one day became two, two became three. Three became four. Then four paved way for a week. It was easy to throw himself into the party ideas in his family's group chat with a happy delight to help.

Even Eri happily throwing in ideas of her own when he was on call. Taking care of the cats, cleaning the house, shopping and playing with Eri ate up his days. Helping take care of his husband when he came in frigid from a late night patrol was part of his favorite nightly routine. He knew it wasn't healthy to mess up his schedule. Knew it but each night of their school vacation he had set an alarm for when his husband got off patrol. Just to welcome him home. To have a hot bath or shower waiting for the black-haired man.

Just so he could dethaw from the frigid cold clinging onto him. It as easy to soothe his husband into the shower as he shuddered viciously under the steaming water as he kneaded at the tense muscles. Crooning to him in what he'd hoped was a quieter pitch yet without hearing it was hard to tell. Doing all he could to get his husband ready for bed before turning in himself with the man tucked close to him. It was a horrible idea to be waking at three in the morning every day. It was an absolutely awful decision to do so.

But he wanted to make sure Shouta warmed up. Hated the thought of those frigid feet touching him under the blanket or to have his husband sick from the chill. Days were spent dedicated to their family life and nights to his husband. It was always returned to him on Friday nights, however, when his husband would sit up until four in the morning. Nap throughout the morning and afternoon so he could be awake. It wasn't the healthiest for a proper sleep routine but he couldn't deny he loved it. Appreciated it.

And if his thirty-one year old husband wanted to stay up late to welcome him home then he certainly wouldn't stop him. It truly was amazing to think of how easily they were able to fall into that content domesticity together. Those afternoons spent inching closer and closer until someone was being pulled onto a lap. Tucked close with lips fluttering over pink cheeks until Hitoshi was kicking up his very put on fuss. Complaining about PDA in that typical teenager fashion much to a collective amusement among them.

It was even adorable when Eri was fighting with Shouta about who sat in who's lap in her whining tone. It was a delightful way to spend those final days of their vacation together. Losing himself in the contentment in the tranquility. It was amazing how he had truly lost track of time. Lost in the flow of their routine until they were bundling up to prepare to travel for a night spent over at his family home. To head over to his mothers' home for their New Year's Eve party with the five of them piling into the car.

Denki being Hitoshi's plus one for the party which Shouta had given up on without much of a fight. It was only when he had turned to his husband to ring in the new year with that kiss did it hit him. They'd be going on two weeks. Three starting that week when they entered the second week of January. When they returned to work on that Monday. However, he kept his thoughts to himself after that kiss. When they'd been allowed to his old room while Eri seemed all too happy with the slumber party in the basement.

A "Cousin's Only" slumber party that Hitoshi and Denki were then dragged into. That night had been filled with glasses of wine being emptied while he sipped on champagne as he watched Shouta debate with Hana and Haru about their professions and them with his. It had been a delightful night when they inevitably headed for bed. And once there, Shouta had begun grabbing at him. Twisting closer to him as he tried to help him into his pajama's only to be snapped at. Scowled at when he eased his husband's pajama's on.

It was far too easy to know what his husband had wanted that night. What thoughts had been forming in that tipsy head all night long. But he'd held firm with the refusal to break their agreement. It was only reaffirmed when he watched Shouta's mood sour the next morning by the pajama's on him. At the distance between by his curled position along with his own pajama's. And he truly held his breath wonder if it would bring up that conversation. Hoping that it would take place if his husband was so unhappy.

Yet his husband refused to breathe a word. Dressing with that irritation sparking in his gaze while he gave those curt answers. The disappointment evident behind them. It wasn't as if he hadn't wanted to and Lord knows he tried explaining it to his husband. That he wanted too but also why he hadn't taken the chance. Trying his best to convey it to his husband only to watch that sour look deepen on his face. Clouding it with that disappointment when Shouta had marched out of his old bedroom when Eri called for them.

It was gone briefly when they were saying their goodbyes to his sisters and brother. To their partners, his mothers and their combined niblings. It was only as they made their way to the car that he hoped when they returned home it'd happen. That they'd sit down like adults to have that conversation. That this would be the pivoting turn for his husband to speak on it. But no. No, he got not a word from his stubborn husband. And so, he held his own tongue over it. The last thing he wanted was to upset him further.

And so, they spent those last days of their vacation in a tense but quiet manner together. Waiting for that sour mood to pass over Shouta which, thankfully, it did. Throughout the day, the black-haired man began to cuddle up to him once more. Melting against his side and clinging onto him. It was only when they turned into bed once again that his husband tried those silent advances again. Trying for the coy, suggestive words yet never directly addressing what he wanted. Hands grabbing at him to pull him closer.

Caressing his waist as he stood at the edge of the bed as Shouta held him closer. Nuzzling his face into his lower back or his stomach given his position with those pink spots blooming over his cheeks. A failed attempt at fluttering those black lashes yet he'd refused to take the bate. Refused to take those silent advances in favor of having that conversation. Which led to him holding firm for suggestive words couldn't be taken for the truth. For the blunt honesty that he wanted to hear from his husband.

Wanted the confirmation he was ready for it. And he continued on the way they had throughout their vacation. It was only as they entered two days to returning to work that his husband's mood went south. Souring into that snapping, irritable one that he had come to recognize effortlessly. There was a pleading note at night when Shouta was trying to grab and pull him closer. Never truly saying he was ready for it but it was there. There in the way dark eyes widened at him with that quiet plea for him to do something.

Begging him silently to merely understand. And he did. Oh, he did. And it was awful to wait to hear his husband say he wanted him. To wait for the confirmation he was ready to resume without hounding his husband on it. Refusing to push his husband back into a possibly irritable mood. He didn't want it to backfire on them if it wasn't time. If he accidentally hurt Shouta who always seemed in favor of swallowing his discomfort down. Ignoring it for the claims of "knowing it'll get better". It was an uneasy situation.

It was the morning of their first day of work when he swayed in the shower that Shouta had scowled at him. Pausing with his hands on his duffle bag when he'd stepped out of the bathroom. A tight scowl that burned into him when it flicked down to the towel around his waist before huffing as he glanced away. The heat of irritation in that gaze had him shaking internally. It was a look that acted as thunder before lightning. A warning before the storm that would come down on him. And oh, it came down on him.

It was hard to deny it when his husband was placing items down harder than they needed to throughout the work day. When he refused to give him more than a peck on the lips at the front doors when he left for the day. Three days he was iced out on their return to work. As much as he tried not too, he couldn't help sinking into that irritation. Returning Shouta's sour frustration back at him until he was needing to take deep breaths. Centering himself. And he tried to make those open doors for their communications blatant.

Hinting heavily at them yet his husband didn't take it. It was only when he spent a night looking over his options that he looked for an opening. Something to ease them in to the conversation he'd been waiting for. Been aching for. While it wasn't the most original idea, he had to try it. Simplistic in nature but how hard could it be to coax his husband into the bath with him? They'd had sex in the shower countless times which lead him to a familiar confidence. One that had him convinced the bath would be no different.

After researching ideas to make it easier for them, he found himself running to the closest store to him. Walking out content with a box of silicone based, water resistant lube made for underwater sex. It was a matter of putting it to action. All he had left to do was try to bring it up to his husband. So he tried. Oh, he tried to get his husband into the bath with him countless times only to be shot down. Rejected irritably repeatedly until he was pinching his lips. Holding his words back as he gave a break on it.

Waited for the chance to bring it up again. It was only today, a Thursday, that he'd come up with a plan as they drove home. When they'd grabbed for shovels to dig out the driveway preemptively for the storm system that would make its way in tonight. Standing in the driveway, he shuddered under his thick coat as the wind whipped at him. His cheeks and nose were frigid. Cold to the point of true pain that flared from the expressions he often made. It was hard to do so but he tried to keep his face from scrunching up.

To keep the muscles from aching in their slow reactions. The snow crunched under his boots as his breath weakly warmed his throat beneath his scarf as he adjusted his grip on the shovel. Scrapping it along the ground to heave another load off to the side. An identical scraping next to him followed by the thick sound of snow being thrown had him peeking over. Watching his husband adjusting his scarf up to cover his ears. The studs winked weakly in those red earlobes. A few stray locks crossing over his face.

They whipped wildly against scarlet cheeks when that wind snapped over them. Hands tightened on the shovel when Shouta shuffled to scrape together another shovel full of snow. The thin layer beneath his boots screeching as he walked forward to do so. There was a sheen of sweat glistening on his forehead that was wiped away when the hat was pulled down into place. Two weeks had gone by in the blink of an eye effortlessly from the busy schedule they kept. It was especially helped by their work routine.

To think it would be three weeks starting this weekend. It was an odd thing to think of as he scraped together snow. It screeched under his own boots as his forehead itched beneath his hat irritatingly. His ears felt damn cold. So cold he swore he could feel the metal of his gauged holes and his other piercings. It had his jaw tightening as he scraped a shovel full that he then threw off to the side. Two weeks wasn't the longest they'd gone without sex and he knew that for a damn fact. But it was odd nonetheless.

Strange that Shouta was only now trying to get his attention towards it without speaking on it. Was three weeks the calling card? Was Shouta more aware than he had led him to believe? It had him gritting his teeth as the snow crunched under his boots. Screeching with each step as he shuffled towards the end of the driveway. The wind blew at him then with a few snowflakes striking his cold face. Like tiny shards of glass, he growled under his breath as he tightened his grip on the shovel. His legs were freezing.

There was a freezing wet patch on his ass and the back of his thighs when he'd taken a spill earlier. Hell, his husband had wet patches soaked on his knees. Black gloves soaked when they'd been buried in the snow to catch his fall when he slipped earlier. He couldn't imagine how cold his husband's hands had to be. And so, as he began scraping the slush from the road and the remaining snow along the end. Glancing up at his husband again as he did so through his hair. His opportunity was waiting for him.

He could be subtle about it. He could be bold with it. It all hinged on the delivery of what he said and how he said it if he wanted to avoid triggering that sour mood that clung to his husband. He knew it merely boiled down to frustration on both sides. Frustration Shouta as to the black-haired man's perspective he was giving him clear signs of what he wanted. Showing him with his actions what he wanted from him. And that from Shouta's perspective, he was remaining willfully naïve about it. Triggered that frustration.

He knew it seemed that he was acting blind to it with his gentle rejections. It wasn't that he didn't want to. God knows he wanted too after his soreness began to dissipate around the beginning of their second week. But Shouta hadn't breathed a word on if his soreness was dissipating. If he was feeling better. And he didn't want to jump into something that would lead to his husband being hurt. Whether that was with soreness or by his ego. Scraping together a pile of mush, he tossed it off to the side when he sighed out.

Watching his breath plume in a silver cloud into the air. He flexed his stiff fingers out, straightening up to roll his shoulders back. Groaning under his breath, the sound of plastic dragging over the ground had him looking over. Shouta's hands were shaking lightly as they threw another scoopful off to the side. Gripping at the shovel only to slip due to that wetness of his gloves. He was sniffling from what he could pick up. Hell, his own nose was no different. It was a damn faucet that had him rubbing roughly at it.

Using the back of his gloved hand again and again. Until he was sure his nose would become chafed from the rub of the fabric against the cold, wet skin. It was torture being out in the snow for so long today but Shouta had insisted. Before the six inches overnight came in so they could at least have a head start. So, they wouldn't have so much to shovel tomorrow. Looking over the driveway, he shuffled slightly when he coughed lightly before clearing his throat. He then brought his shovel down sharply.

Clearing off the snow on it with a harsh smack off the ground. And then Shouta looked over ]at him. An unimpressed look to that gaze before it fluttered down as Shouta lifted his wet glove up to swipe at his nose. Sniffling into it. He couldn't help a shudder of disgust even if his own glove was soaked from the snow. From rubbing his own nose against it. Scraping his shovel idly against the ground, he took a deep breath. A silver puff left him as he let that breath out when he spun to face his husband properly.

"Hey, baby?" A grunt flew out of his husband as he shoved the shovel into a smaller pile of snow. His foot acting as an additional driving force for the shovel when his husband looked up over his shoulder at him. "After your finished with that, why don't we head inside? I'm freezing my ass off, so I know you have to be just as cold! I think we've done more than enough to prepare for tonight! Let's head in and warm up, yeah?"

"Warm up, huh? How do you propose we warm up?" Scathing. A trace of that familiar sarcasm rang in his husband's voice as his breath plumed out of him in a silver cloud when the black-haired man turned. Shoving at the snow, he grunted as he heaved it upwards then threw it towards the drift framing the left side of their driveway. Another plume of silver left Shouta before he turned to face him again as he banged the shovel off the ground. "You'll put a pot of coffee on then?"

"You know I will! If that's what you also need to warm up, then I'll be sure to get a pot on for you!" He hesitated before he moved his numb legs to walk over to the black-haired man. The snow screeched and crunched under his feet as he swung his shovel up over his shoulder with a few pieces of snow slithering down his coat. Coming to a stop before his husband, he smiled softly at the man. "You look positively miserable, baby. Why don't we go take a bath together? Defrost before we move onto hot drinks?"

Dark eyes flicked over his face when he sniffled in time with Shouta as a black gloved hand came up. Rubbing at that bright red nose when he heard a muffled snicker. Or was it a snort? A cough maybe? He couldn't quite tell with that hand covering his husband's mouth and the hat over his ears. Muffling the quality of his hearing aids. Shouta dropped his hand after he gave another rub to his nose before he huffed out. "Fine, fine! Let's go take a bath then. Not like you haven't been pestering me to get in the bath with you."

"I only pester because you love to take baths! Especially if I have a glass of wine waiting for you!" A sparkle of amusement shone in those dark eyes. It was quickly smothered with a fast blink but it didn't change the fact that he saw it. It meant he was off on a good start. A good sign! He smiled at the black-haired man when that shovel was swung up over his shoulder. "And when we get out of the tub I'll make you a pot of coffee, okay? I'll warm you up again, baby, and make sure you're comfortable."

It was aweing how much heavier that silence was between them when Shouta shifted. Snow crunching under his boots as dark eyes flickered away from him with an adjustment of the shovel over his shoulder. The wind snapped in a burst shooting snowflakes at the side of his face to which he shuddered. That gaze flicked back up to him with a smile twitching at his lips. "I'll make your tea while you make the coffee. Just tell me what kind you want, okay? And you can wear your ugly sweater or bathrobe if you want."

"And this is what we call an amazing marriage compromise!" His voice burst into the still air much louder than he intended when his own lips twitched higher. He half expected Shouta to scold him for being so loud but merely got the sight of that smile deepening as it widened at him.

That amusement sparkling in his gaze when the black-haired man began to walk forward. The thin layer of snow crunching and screeching under his boots as he made his way up the driveway towards the walkway. Rushing after his husband, the snow screeched under his own boots deafeningly in the still air. Broken up ice crunching beneath him as he made his way carefully up the driveway. Doing his best to avoid hitting an unseen patch of ice. It was the reason he and Shouta both had ate shit earlier slipping.

His breath plumed into the air much like his husband's ahead of him as he felt that swell of hope. His numb legs stung at the snapping wind tugging at his hair and scarf. Ripping through him sending another shudder through him. Taking a chance, he sped up to a brisk walk. Winter would never be his favorite season but he couldn't deny it had a joy to it just as much as summer did. Hell, he knew his husband loved fall and winter far more than he loved summer. And he knew it was a love tied with that childlike awe.

A shared adoration for the season like what their daughter held for it. And he saw the beauty in the season. Saw the bitter sweetness to it all the same way he felt it in summer. It was the end of one year and the start of another. It was a time to feel sad yet ring in a new year with that joy. With the relief and hope of leaving the strife of the last behind them. Making his way up the walkway after Shouta, he watched the shovel stab down into the snow next to the front door. It was never the smartest place to put their shovels.

But they'd yet to be stolen from whether it was a miracle or sheer dumb luck. Broken ice crunched and popped underneath his boots along with that sidewalk salt they'd scattered over the ground that morning to melt the ice. Humming quietly to himself, he watched Shouta pluck his wet gloves off then shove them into his coat pockets. Reach up to pull off his cat eared winter hat. The same dark one he'd had since they were teenagers. It was adorable! He smiled when Shouta glanced over his shoulder at him.

Hair wildly standing up from his hat when the man then turned forward. Grabbing at the door handle to swing it open allowing for those wild locks to tremble with the rushing air hitting him. The black-haired man stomped his feet to knock the snow off of them before stepping over the threshold. Into the entry way with another glance over his shoulder. The door was eased shut lightly; not quite shut but not wide open to let the heat out. Realistically, he knew a hard gust of wind would swing it open for him.

That it would crack open at a light brush of his fingers. Shivering, he put another pep into his step as he made his way up the remainder of the walkway. Stabbing his shovel into the snow next to Shouta's, he ripped his gloves off shoved into his pockets. He began unwinding his scarf to allow it to hand in a loose loop down his chest before reaching up to tug his hat off. Stomping his feet, an ache radiated up his numb legs making his jaw clench. It was a pain in the ass to deal with that numbness.

Not to mention that tingling and sensitivity to heat that he'd go through while warming up. But he could deal with it. He'd been dealing since mid-November with the freezing temperatures. He could deal with a few more months of this. Knocking the snow off his boots, he reached out to touch the door handle when another gust of that snapping cold ripped at him. Hair flew into his hair annoyingly as the cold stung at his frozen cheeks. At his exposed throat and reddened fingers. He gasped in a breath as he shivered fiercely.

His teeth chattering together with a rattle that had his jaw aching. He shoved the door open quickly to step into the entry way as the heat from the house rushed at him causing his hair to flutter lightly. Shouta had, unsurprisingly, disappeared. His boots were neatly tucked under the heater to be warmed and dried. His coat hung up with his scarf draped neatly over it. His hat resting on top of it on the hook precariously. The heat had him shuddering when he shut the door behind him. Cutting off the gust of frigid air.

Groaning when it rushed over the back of his legs. With a click, the door was shut as he kicked at his boots clumsily. they flew off his feet one at a time with their thuds against the floor and wall. He bent down to stack them next to Shouta's, he curled his toes in his brightly colored socks. Working his scarf off, he hung it up on the hook before easing his coat off .Shrugging his shoulders then working his arms out of the sleeves as he hung it up. His hat balanced on top of the hood in the same precarious manner.

He flexed out his red, aching fingers before running down the hallway. His numb legs ached as they tingled with the change in response to the heat of the house. It would only feel better - or worse - once he entered the bath. Making his way down the hall, his hair fluttered over his shoulders as he sped into the kitchen. His cheeks ached. His nose. It all ached from the change of temperature but he didn't pay it mind. Rushing forward, he yelped when his feet slipped over the tiles of the kitchen floor slickly.

A yelp flew out of him as he threw a hand out towards the fridge. Grabbing onto it to catch his footing, he took a breath to calm his racing heart. And he slowed himself to a brisk walk as pushed off from the fridge down the hall. Making his way to their bedroom doors, he opened them enough to slip in then shut them gently behind him. Flipping the lock. The bathroom door was open with the light spilling weakly over the floor. A faint yellow under the white light pouring the window. He made his way over to the bedside table.

Easing the drawer open quietly as he could manage it to reach in. Grabbing for a loose condom he'd ripped off the night before and the new lube. Then he slipped them into his pocket as he spun on his feet to walk around the bed briskly. Putting a bit of pep into his step as he walked briskly over to the open bathroom door. The roar of the water from the faucet as the tub filled muffled his steps when Shouta appeared in the doorway. Hands held themselves out towards him as he rushed over to the black-haired man.

Red fingers and cheeks that were frigid under his own hands and lips as he tugged the man towards him. Arms slid around his waist when he raised his hands up to cup his frigid face. Pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose, the soft smile he got from his husband had him melting. Had him pressing kisses to those red cheeks as hands clung to the back of his shirt. Holding him tighter causing him to stumble lightly on his feet as he adjusted himself against the black-haired man. Catching his footing quickly with a giggle.

His heart jumped with a skip when cold lips began pressing against his cheeks in response. Sot kisses that had him melting against his husband. Stroking his red cheeks with his thumbs, he felt fingers twisting into his shirt. Held onto him with arms squeezing his waist. It was only with a pull, subtle and hesitant, that he stepped forward as Shouta moved back. For all the sour moods in the world, he knew his husband was merely frustrated with himself. With the situation. He knew that no ill will was aimed his way.

Shouta often got twisted up in his own head about speaking and being vocal on what he wanted. Even now with their blatantly established open communication. He knew it was merely a lingering habit of his husband's from the cold treatment he'd receive in his childhood when expressing a want. A desire. It was an old habit that was hard to break even now. But he understood that. He smiled when his husband pulled at him to which he happily let himself be inched into the warm bathroom with a soft hum.

He understood everything about the situation and he was at fault as well. He never opened his mouth to say what he wanted. To tell Shouta that he wanted to try being intimate again. Question if his husband was ready for that or if they needed to wait longer. Two nearly three weeks of needless frustrations and sour moods. The warmth of Shouta's breath on his frigid cheek had him shivering when he leaned in to nuzzle his cheek to that stubble covered one. An instinct that had the black-haired man letting out a gentle chuckle.

Pulling back, he hummed when lips targeted the tip of his nose before he could pull too far back. A soft kiss that had his toes wiggling against the floor with that rush of excitement. The adoration when he lifted his hand back up to stroke those red cheeks softly with his thumbs. Felt the trace of warmth from a blush when he got another of those soft smiles. It had his heart skipping when Shouta's hands slid over his lower back. "You know, if you don't let me go that the bath is going to overflow."

"True, true, baby! But I don't see you letting me go to do that, now are you?" Arms tightened around him then as a giggle burst out of him when Shouta's smile widened at him. That familiar sparkle in his gaze that had him smiling widely back at the man. "Why don't I go check the water for you then? And I'll come back to help you out of your clothes, hmm?"

"Oh, you're going to "help" me, are you?" Playful. A hint of sarcasm to his husband's voice had the corners of his mouth twitching. Hands slid along his lower back again before arms lifted away from his waist allowing him to step towards the tub. Halfway up. It wouldn't rise too high but they wouldn't be able to do the usual depth. Not without the water sloshing and spilling onto the floor easier. Rolling his sleeves up, he dipped his hand into the water when he heard a throat clearing behind him. "Zashi?"

"Yeah? What is it, baby?" He peeked over his shoulder to look at his husband who leaned against the sink. Eyes darted away from him briefly when he turned back to the tub to grab at the plug Shouta had put in. It was much too hot, like he knew Shouta liked it to be, but with how cold they were he knew it wouldn't be ideal. He wanted to be warm not scalded to the bone. He let the water drain slightly before putting the plug back as he fiddled with the handle as his heart skipped. "You got something on your mind?"

"A bit." The light echo in the bathroom had him humming as he swirled his fingers lazily in the water. A warmth that leaned towards hot but not overwhelming. Not scalding. He remained in his squat before the tub before shifting to face his husband. Shouta's gaze, however, remained down. "Zashi, you're not stupid. You're smart and you know that, right? You like to flaunt your grades from school all the time. But even without that, we both know you're intelligent."

Was this going to be the conversation he'd been rehearsing to himself? The one he had decided seconds ago he'd start for the both of them? He tilted his head when his husband's fingers drummed on the edge of the sink. Restless or nervous? "Thank you for the compliment! But where's this going? I don't understand what you'd have on your mind that leads to calling me smart. I mean, you're smart too! We're both capable men with intelligence! What about it?"

"Then why have you been so fucking stupid lately?" It had him blinking at his husband when eyes finally lifted up towards him. There was an exasperation to Shouta's tone. "I've- You can't say that you haven't noticed a single thing I've done lately! That I haven't made it abundantly and blatantly clear to you that I want you! And you keep pushing it off, rejecting it, and acting like it doesn't affect you! And I know that you know what I want, so why haven't you done a damn thing about it? Can you not understand social cues?"

He had to fight that urge to cheer and scoop his husband up into a tight hug with that burst of pride. It had taken them two weeks to reach it, but his husband was taking it into his own hands. "Because I won't take advantage of you. Baby, the evidence of the past shows that you never tell me when you're sore! When you're ready! How am I to know you feel okay? I admit, I've been negligent and never asked you about it when I should have gone in more depth. I haven't helped with anything and for that I apologize, Shouta."

"So, you want too then? You want me?" Oh, if those cheeks were red from the cold, he knew his husband would be blushing. Had to be. He jerked his hand out of the water to turn the facet off when he felt the water creeping up. He cursed under his breath before grabbing at the plug. He needed it lower for them. It was the distraction Shouta needed for he shoved the plug back in only to feel the floor tremble with his approach. Dropping down as he turned to look at him. "Do you want me, Zashi?"

"Of course, I do! I always do!" There was a flicker of that excitement in those dark eyes when he pulled his hand from the heated water with a splash. He swallowed when he reached up to touch those red cheeks. Brushing his fingers, dry and wet, over them when Shouta reached up to wrap those freezing cold fingers around his wrists. "We're idiots, baby, you know that? And as such, I accept my role as an idiotic husband. So, how about I make it up to you? How would you feel about fucking in the bath?"

Lips twitched into a grin when lashes fluttered with an eye roll. It struck him breathless with his excitement when those eyes locked onto him with Shouta snickering with that good humor. Yet there was a heat clawing its way to the surface in that gaze when Shouta tilted his head slightly. "If that's what you want then what are you waiting for? Fuck me, Zashi."

It was the warmth of Shouta's breath against his skin that had him twitching with that realization. That he had been leaning subconsciously. Moving in slowly to keep from startling his husband. A subconscious action that was forgotten when he felt the light press against his hands. The feel of Shouta leaning in himself. Closing that gap inch by inch while he'd been speaking and he hadn't noticed it once. Not that he minded. Oh, he didn't mind it one bit. His breath stuttered on that next inhale when he found his gaze dropping.

Watching those full lips parting as hands squeezed his wrists. Warm. It was so warm near the bath. He felt the warmth of a blush spreading over Shouta's cheeks. Chasing away that freezing chill from the weather outside. It had his own cheeks tingling with the warmth soaking into them. Into his skin. He shivered at the light touch of that top lip against his own with the warmth of his breaths mingling with his own. A tease. One that ended quickly when those lips pressed against his in a proper kiss that had him melting.

They held a chill to them as he felt the hands on his wrist sliding down. Brushing over his forearms with a whisper as he happily moved his lips against those chilly ones. A breath rushed over his cheek in a sigh that he couldn't help but copy himself. Admiring that plush softness to them with each caress. Feeling them shaping and melting against his own with those slow kisses. He felt hands caress his forearms in a slow slide before a hand lifted up. Fingers brushing along his jaw before moving back towards his hair.

Twisting locks around them with his hand sinking in to cup the back of his head. Tugging lightly at the locks sent a tingle down his back as he threw himself into the kiss. Warmth shot through him as that familiar smolder flickered before settling along his bones. Waiting to be fed into that heat he knew would blaze to life. It just needed that trigger. That spark. The quiet smacks rang out as their lips moved in those slow kisses he adored. There wasn't a rush. A need to kiss hard, fervently and with that hunger.

Not yet. Shifting on his feet, he gave a few more kisses to his husband before shifting back. Breaking it with Shouta whining in protest as he chased after him. Lips pressing to his cheek to which he couldn't help a little smile when he shifted again. Reaching back to work that hand from his hair before using the grip on his hand to tug Shouta with him as he stood. He released that hand with a squeeze that was returned readily to him. Dropping his hands down, he pinched the hem of Shouta's shirt with a playful tug at it.

He rolled the fabric into grips that he then used to ease upwards towards his chest. Prompting arms to raised up as he eased the shirt over his head. Black locks slithered down to frame that flushed face with a sway against his shoulders. He felt hands moving to grab at the hem of his sweater. Tugging in that same playful manner when he brushed his fingers lightly along Shouta's waist. Feeling goosebumps rise beneath his fingers as his shirt was pulled up. The warmth attacked his skin when he lifted his arms up.

His heart was sickening in its sprinting speed as his stomach fluttered. Dropping airily as his shirt was worked upwards over his head. His hair tickled at his back lightly when it dropped back down. Spilling over his shoulders and chest with a few locks tickling his cheeks. Fingers brushed over his chest lightly when they came forward. Moving down until the muscles quivered beneath his fingertips. There was a smolder to that gaze that had his breath catching in his throat when hands brushed along his waist.

Reaching into his pocket, he pulled the condom out along with the lube. Stepping around his husband, he placed them on the closed toilet seat. Turning back to Shouta, he reached out to brush his fingers along the pale skin. It had his husband shiver as he slid them down to curl into the waistband of his husband's pants and boxers. Tugging playfully at them causing the black-haired man to stumble forward on his feet. He then began to ease the clothing down towards his thighs as Shouta reached out to the wall.

Bracing himself against it as he worked the fabric down towards his knees. To his ankles where he tried to pull his socks off with the rest of his clothing. Shouta teetered on his feet when he did so but after failing he merely settled for one thing at a time. Bunching up the clothing as he tugged them off, he tossed them to the side before yanking his socks off. When he straightened up, he couldn't help that burst of heat under his skin. A breath wheezed out of him in response to the wave of excitement slamming into him.

Smothering a whine as he watched his husband's dick give another twitch. As if reacting to his gawking. Admiring the sight of those familiar wild, chaotic black curls of pubic hair. Fuck, he really wished Shouta would let him touch it up more often. Let him groom the wiry black curls yet Shouta always refused. If anything, he seemed to be delighted when he rejected the offer each time he made it. He jumped when fingers pulled at his belt. Working to undo the buckle of it, he swallowed when Shouta pulled it apart.

Easing it through the loops as he wobbled on his feet when it thudded to the floor with a clink. Fingers pulled at the button with a quiet hum leaving his husband when he let his gaze flick over to the toilet seat. To the lube sitting there. He bit his cheek as he contemplated moving it. Making it easier to grab or to even hold as they climbed into the tub. It would be far more convenient, wouldn't it? What was the harm in moving it? He inched to lean over to grab at the tube when Shouta yanked at his pants.

Naturally, the stumbling step he took had him fumbling with the lube when he straightened up to face him again. And that damn lube dropped from his clumsy fingers where it hit off the edge of the tub with a clatter before slipping into the water with a little splash. Unbelievable. He groaned when he straightened up to face his husband only to find a grin curled over those lips. A manic, wicked thing that spread up to his eyes. He narrowed his own at his husband when fingers tugged his zipper down carefully.

Taking time to make sure it didn't catch on the fabric when knuckles grazed over him in a firm press. A rub that his dick was all too happy to give an excited twitch at as a shiver ran down his back. The heat flickering idly in its smolder as fingers curled over the waistband of his pants and boxers. Much like his husband had, he braced himself against the wall as Shouta worked his clothing down. There was a delight in seeing that gaze burn up at him when fingers brushed over his waist. His hips and thighs.

His calves and shins. Intentional touches that had the desire twisting into him. An ache that gripped him to his bones as he lifted one foot at a time for his husband to tug his clothing free. Coming back up to pull his socks off one at a time. It was as Shouta was straightening up that he made that bold move. A kiss was pressed to his hip on the way up that had his breath hitching. A jolt of arousal when those black lashes fluttered to look up at him when he did so. And then his husband was straightening up.

Facing him again as hands hesitated between them when eyes flicked down to the bath. God, he hoped they didn't have to refill it. Hoped that it was still hotter rather than lukewarm. He turned to step up into the water with a light splash as he then bent down to grab the lube. It was still leaned towards that temperature it had been minutes ago but it had dissipated ever so slightly. He leaned a hand against the shower wall to bring his other foot up over the edge into the water. Sloshing forward to grab the condom off the seat.

Looking to his husband, he smiled before shifting down carefully to sit down. Shivers raced up his back as that heated water lapped lightly at his stomach and waist with a breath rushing out of him. A fast sigh when he then held his hand up to his husband as the water lapped at the walls of the tub. Shouta shuffled forward without him needing to say it aloud. There was a spark of excitement in his dark eyes that was utterly contagious. Had him fidgeting when the man stepped into the water as he spread his legs.

Holding them open as wide as he could in the limited space of the tub. Gawking up at his husband as he took that moment to admire the sight of him. He really was beautiful, wasn't he? A stunning sight that had heat swelling under his skin. He placed the condom up onto a shelf on the shower by their soaps securely. He cracked open the lube before slipping it up on the shelf as well. Fidgeting with that excitement as his husband settled down awkwardly between his legs. There was a hesitant look before Shouta fidgeted.

The both of them moving in a few adjustments and positioning until he got his husband settled comfortably between his legs. The water sloshing as it lapped at skin with shivers making thier way over his husband when hands pressed to the floor of the tub by his hips. His heart jumped to sprint when Shouta leaned forward towards him. It was by no means a small tub, but it certainly wasn't meant for a position like this. It wasn't the most comfortable thing but God knows he wasn't going to complain about it.

Not when his husband was closing that gap far quicker than he had last time. The press of those full lips to his own had moved against his own effortlessly. As if they'd never broken apart to begin with. God, he loved that. Loved when Shouta kissed him with that tenderness. With that passion that came with the slow slides of those lips melting against his. It had him shivering as the water sloshed when Shouta tried to press himself closer to him. Warm. He was warm despite the chill he'd been standing in seconds ago.

He moved a hand up with a slosh as he slid his hand over his bicep. Up towards his shoulder where he cupped the side of his neck with his husband humming softly at him in response. The whispering of their kisses rang out in the small space of the shower when he felt Shouta move. Leaning onto a hand as a hand lifted with a splash out of the water. The sound of dripping water rang out followed by that wet hand fanning over his chest. Droplets of water streaked down his chest as Shouta's hand slid upwards slickly.

Moving up his shoulder. Lifting up to cup the back of his head, he couldn't stop a low hum of approval when fingers twisted into his hair. Tugging effortlessly due to the dampness of his fingers. His heart thudded sickeningly against his chest with each light smack that rang out. The whispering of their lips ringing effortlessly off the shower walls back to him. He'd have to be careful about that. God knows Shouta would kill him if he had to replace his hearing aids again. The hand on the back of his head pressed lightly.

A subtle insistence as lips pressing firmly to his own. A touch that had his stomach fluttering excitedly as that slow speed remained. Allowing him to memorize the plushness. The softness. The way they were warming against his own with each slide. How they were chapping faintly from exposure to the cold air. It had his breaths trembling with each inhale and exhale he took as he felt those full lips melting against his own. Shaping comfortably against his own as he pressed his thumb to the edge of Shouta's jaw.

Stroking softly as the stubble there scratched at the pad of his thumb. It had his stomach dropping excitedly when he felt similar breaths shaking over his cheek as he felt the heat soaking into his skin. Welling up beneath the surface of it. His fingers of his right hand clutched uselessly at the lube. A wave of tingles raced down his back when fingers tugged at his back. Feeding into that flicker of lust beginning to sizzle his blood weakly. It had his dick twitching excitedly when he returned that firmness to the kiss.

A sharp smack rung out as the water sloshed when Shouta again tried to twist himself closer. Fingers tightening in his hair as he slide his thumb along the edge of his husband's jaw. It was easy to feel that desire rearing up. That hunger to touch his husband clawing its way to towards the surface. Made him hot. Two weeks was hardly the longest but to go on three weeks was naturally when they would come together, wasn't it? He didn't know. Couldn't remember properly. The smacks of their moving lips rang out.

Bounced off the walls back at him to create waves of that unbearable excitement through him. Brushing his palm along the side of his neck, he moved downwards towards his chest. He could feel the hard, solid beats of his heart that jumped beneath his fingertips. He loved the excited shudder to that exhale fanning over his warming cheek when he fanned his fingers out. Scratching idly at the skin as the wild black curls of hair tickle at his fingers. Humming softly as he began to move his hand along his chest.

Feeling his way over it until he was giving an awkward flick over a hardening nipple. A whine burst out of his husband when he rubbed the pads of his fingers against what he could only assume to be his areola. Circling his fingers along that skin until he was brushing them over his nipple again. A shiver ran over his husband followed by that chest arching forward to press into his hand. Shouta squeezed a fistful of his hair tightly. Resulting in a tug against his scalp that sent sparks down his back as his breath trembled.

Had his next breath gasping in through his nose as his dick twitched excitedly. Arousal pooled into him thickly as opposed to that sharp heat of that lust. That twisting hunger. It had his hips bucking instinctively when Shouta gave another squeeze to his hair. It tore a low moan out of him that rang back to him unmistakably. He slid his fingers over Shouta's nipple earning him another soft whine from his husband who shuddered. He slid his thumb over his nipple slowly earning him a sharp breath from his husband.

He gave a gentle squeeze to his husband's waist earning him a squirm from the man. A hitched breath when he kneaded at him before he slide his hand along his side in a sweeping caress. Moving backwards to splay his hand out on his lower back had his husband squirming between his legs. If he could, he'd happily curl his leg over the tub's edge to make more room for them. It had him whining with that spark of frustration when he created easy circuit as his husband's back. Feeling the muscle twitching beneath it.

Sliding his hand along the warming skin, he brushed his fingertips up the center of his back. It had his husband's chest arching forward with that silent coaxing of his. He flicked his thumb over that hardening nipple delightedly before he slid his right hand down his back. Bringing it forward along the curve of his waist. God, he was so warm under his hand. Shouta always had a physique that was impressive. It was shocking to the unsuspecting given how thin the man looked in his jumpsuit. Scrawny even.

Shouta was muscular where it counted. Thicker than himself and God knows he fucking loved it. Loved how his husband fit against him. Fit in his arms. Between his legs like this. It had his dick twitching excitedly when lips began creeping past their slow speed. Moving against him with a trace of that heat to them. It had his breaths trembling as he jumped to follow along as the smacks of their moving lips rang out deafeningly. Consistently. Sliding his palm down his husband's back had him fidgeting against him.

Eager. Grazing his nails over his skin had goosebumps raising over it again with a shudder. Flattening his hand along the curve of his waist as he brought it forward. Grazed his nails over Shouta's stomach had the muscles trembling viciously under his fingertips when a whine burst out of his husband. It had him swallowing a whine of his own as lips moved against his with a ferocity. A budding heat that he was more than happy to return as he kissed his husband. And he loved the sharp exhale when he moved his fingers.

Brushed them over his navel lightly before moving them downwards. Touching the dusting of dark hair beneath it delighted as he slid his fingers along it. It dipped down below the water given his position but God he'd love nothing more than to follow it down. To feel his husband squirm with those soft whines as that happy trail thickened. But no. No, he couldn't. Not yet. Sliding his hand along his waist, he moved his hand towards his stomach. It didn't stop the hitching breath he took in response to that eagerness twisting into him.

Identical to what his husband had to be feeling. had an eagerness of his own twisting into him. How many nights had he wanted this? Wanted to reach over just to touch him like this? Old habits die hard. Horribly. His old fear of upsetting or angering Shouta never lingered behind when it came to something sexual in nature. Shouta's hesitance to bring up his wants and desires, sexual or not, kept himself back. It was something they really had to work on. A sharp yank on his hair had him moaning out.

Far louder than he intended as he failed to stop it when pain blistered over his scalp. Sparks of heat racing down his back that had his dick twitching excitedly beneath the water. He moved his right hand up to trace fingers along what he hoped was the edge of his areola. Using the edges of his nails to do so, he moved his hands to bring his fingers together. Pinching at those hardening nipples delightedly had his husband whimpering at him. It was a tight pinch that had his husband's voice cresting louder.

Tugging at those hardening nipples had his husband squirming against him. The water sloshing lightly as it lapped at the walls with his movements. That all too familiar excitement ripped into his chest. Had his heart pounding as that ache twisted low in his stomach. A pressured ache that he was all too accustomed too over the past two weeks. An ache that had steadily been increasing the nights his husband spent away. Undeniable. It was an ache he was all too familiar with. It had him fidgeting restlessly himself.

Whining when Shouta crushed his lips against his with a new speed that he was all too happy to join. Kissing his husband with that hard, urgent speed that screamed of that heat. Pouring into it with a passion, lust and desire that had his skin blazing. It had him buzzing. Tingling. To feel Shouta against him with that desire evident had him soaring. Had him unbearably excited to touch him the way he'd wanted to since that afternoon of cockwarming. To caress his skin until he was writhing beneath his palms.

Squirming and twisting closer to him like he was attempting to do now. It had him hot. There would never be a time when these same reactions didn't get him hot. Didn't rile him up. Nails clawed over his scalp tearing him out of his thoughts as a whine burst out of him. His dick giving a volley of twitches that had his hips arching up with that burst of eagerness. With that impatience threatening to rear its ugly head in him. Too infectious it was. Pulling sharply at those hard nipples earned him a moan from his husband.

It sent shivers down his back as his legs wriggled restlessly beneath the water with a sharp exhale leaving him. The heat was swelling up to rake impatiently under his skin much like the heat from the water soaked into him. If he had the chance to he'd praise this man. Admire and devote all damn night to memorizing every inch of him. Caress the curves and dips his body had. Run his hands over his warm skin until he was whimpering at him. Shower him with those kisses that his pale skin begged for.

Leave those soft bruises along his thighs and stomach where he was allowed to leave them. He'd happily spend hours twisted together with his husband until he was breathless. Until he was taking his word for law when he howled for harder. Faster. Until he was drunk off of hearing that deep voice shouting his name like a praise. Like a prayer. A curse. Like he was a king, a God, a scourge. It excited him to no ends to think of getting his wish right now. Tonight. It thrilled him to think of getting what he wanted.

His breath shortened as he yanked at the black-haired man's nipples before twisting lightly. Tearing another moan out of him that bounced right off the walls with its tinny quality. Pleading. Nails clawed over his scalp again as he tightened that pinching grasp he had on his husband. Fingers yanked at his hair harshly with that eagerness shining through in the action. Shining through when his head damn near hit the wall behind him. Would have had it not been for Shouta's hand being on the back of it to prevent that.

And oh, it tore a keening moan out of him at the pain it sent sparking over his scalp. It felt good. Oh, it was always the fucking best when Shouta's hands would bury themselves into his hair. Clawing and yanking at his hair until his scalp was tender at the end of the night. Releasing that tight pinch he had on his husband's nipples, he slid his hands down. Moving them along his waist as his hands skimmed over the water. Lifting one up for the shelf. Feeling cautiously along the shelf for the lube again.

Touching the cool surface of it, he squeezed at Shouta's waist before moving his hand away to bring them both between. Lips moved against his with that strength to get his legs squirming. A silent, fervent desire in it that had his heart racing. Nails dragged over his scalp as his breath shortened into shallow gasps through his nose. Fast. It had his head spinning to be so hot after being so cold outside. There was a fatigue to his muscles from heaving shoveling piles after piles of snow all afternoon long.

God knows he could muster a little more strength. Something to truly knock him down but he knew better. Knew that insatiability in the both of them would always be his downfall. He cracked open the cap to squirt a dollop onto his fingers before he was putting the lube back. Resting it blindly on the shelf next to them with clumsy fingers. He dropped his hand back down to spread the lube over his fingers. The slick sound of his action had Shouta's breath trembling against his cheek. The fingers in his hair tightened.

It sent a jolt of pleasure down his back that had his blood burning through his veins. Giving way for that gush of blood downwards as his twitching dick began to harden. An ache was twisting into him with a whine bursting out of him. Spreading the lube over his fingers evenly before he reached backwards. Wrapping his arms around his husband's waist to brush his fingers over the warmth of his skin. Grabbing at that cheek as hips arched up out of the water when he pulled at that cheek with an eager whine.

Pulling at him enough to slip his slick fingers between had his husband squirming. Lips parting against his with a gasp that broke up the kiss when his husband pulled back. Lips left his with a flurry of pecks he couldn't deny himself that ended much too soon for his liking when his husband moved down. Soft kisses that trailed towards his chin. Along his jaw then down, down, down his throat as the hand in his hair tugged his head back before working itself out of his hair. Tugging sharply at thinner strands.

No matter how gently he was doing his best to get it out as shivers raced down his back. Identical to the shudder moving over his husband as he rubbed his fingers slickly against him. Shallow breaths trembled against his collar bone as the water sloshed with a lap at the walls. Knees twitched beneath the water to press against his thighs as if to spread themselves wider. It was unbelievably cramped but God did he fucking love it. Sliding his fingers against him, that slick sound rang out loudly with each rub.

A sharp exhale flew out of him as he swirled his fingers delightedly. A whimper left his husband as hips arched backwards when he bounced his fingers lightly against him. A firm touch and go that had that hand on his shoulder clutching at him. Giving another swirl of his fingers with that firm press. Lifting away when that hole twitched under them. It tore a groan out of him when Shouta nipped at his chest. He rubbed the pads of his fingers firmly against Shouta earning himself another twitch of his hole.

Followed by a whimper that rang with impatience. It had him breathless when he whined back at Shouta when lips fluttered in a light kiss over his nipple. Giving another bouncing touch and go followed by a rub had his husband's hips wriggling. Impatient. It was contagious as he adjusted the grip on that cheek in his hand before pulling at it firmly. It had a low moan leaving his husband that bounced off the walls back to him effortlessly. Lifting then pressing his fingers a few more times was a temptation.

A delight he gave himself when he then lifted his fingers up to adjust their positions. Pressing the tip of his index against Shouta as the uneven breaths began to fan in shallow huffs. Racing faster with each inhale as that anticipation no doubt wound tightly. The excitement doing little to help with it and fuck him, he understood. He was just as excited. Eager. Impatient. And as he pressed against him, he gave a twisting wriggle against him before his finger was sinking in. Oh, he couldn't tell who's moans rang louder.

His or Shouta's. It had him burning to feel the inner walls quivering before clamping tightly around his finger. Squeezing at him with a strength that had his erection twitching against his stomach excitedly. Impatience twisted into him viciously as he rubbed circles into that quivering inner wall. At the muscles intent on squeezing his finger. Rubbing at him, he felt lips flutter over his nipple again in a soft kiss. A sensation that had him squirming as his back then arched forward slightly from the wall eagerly.

Whining out with that eagerness when a breath puffed over his nipple. It was then followed by the tip of Shouta's tongue tracing the rim of his areola softly. Flicking it playfully at his nipple to which his breaths shuddered at the tingles it sent through him. Loved that shallow huff that left his husband in response to his firm press against that trembling inner wall. Deep, firm circles that he rolled into it before he lifted away from it. And he eagerly, giddily pulled his finger back then forward in a shallow thrust.

The action had his husband letting out one of those keening moans. It had him thrusting his finger again. Again, again, again in thrusts that rang out slickly making hips arch backwards to press against his hands. He squeezed at the cheek he held in his grasp firmly only to delight in that keening moan deepening into a groan. Muscles contracted in tight squeezes around his finger as he thrusted it into him. Rubbing the pad of his finger carelessly over his inner walls with a moan leaving him when Shouta clenched up.

So tight. Hot. Soft. God, it had him moaning when that tongue lapped over his nipple after giving a flick up under his piercing. Lifting it briefly before abandoning the action. He could touch Shouta for hours. Let Shouta touch him for hours. No matter how rough those hands were. Calloused. Bandaged. He fucking loved having them move over his skin. Loved that desperate desire his husband had to touch him during sex. To praise him in that silent way with sliding hands on his back. Caresses given to his sides.

Or how those hands lifted to twist into his hair or even cupping his face. It was his favorite thing during sex when Shouta would touch him. Thrusting his finger into his husband with quick, shallow movements had the trembling huffs leaving his husband. Whines hitching on those exhales as Shouta's tongue lapped over his nipple. Squeezing at the flesh he held in his hand tightly earned him a moan that vibrated delightfully over his chest. He rubbed at the quivering muscles before bringing his middle finger closer.

Pausing his shallow thrusts to rub firm circles into that inner wall before taking a shuddering breath. Giving an awkward rub of the tip of his middle against the skin closest to his hole. Groaning out when he felt muscles spasm in a blatant, obvious twitch that had his hips squirming restlessly. That heat sizzling through his veins was boiling him alive. Making him impatient. It had his shallow breaths cresting into a trembling pant identical to his husband's as he rubbed the tip of his finger against him.

Pressing his slick fingers tight together, he began pressing his middle finger against him. Pressing, pressing, pressing until his wriggling finger was sliding in along with the index. And fuck him if he didn't love how those muscles clamped around them. Squeezing them together impossibly tight as his husband moaned against his chest with hips jerking backwards. Eagerly impatient. An emotion that was bleeding into him when Shouta closed his mouth around his nipple. Teeth digging into his areola with that blunt pain.

Oh, he fucking loves it. It had him squirming with a moan when Shouta began to close his mouth. Scraping over the skin sending a wave of tingles through him. It had his hips bucking beneath the water eagerly causing it to slosh and lap at the walls. He rubbed the pads of his fingers against his inner walls. Trembling before squeezing tightly around his fingers had him worried it was too much. That it would hurt his husband if he spread his fingers out yet there wasn't a sound of pain. A protest that would result in stopping.

In pulling his fingers out to give his husband a breather. To let him gather his thoughts but there was no complaint. No protest. In fact, his husband seemed to twist himself impossibly close with hands sliding along the tub floor when he forced his hips down. There was a delight in the way his husband suckled at him. A firm suction that had his shoulder blades digging painfully along with his shoulders into the wall. Whimpering as that hand that had clutched at his shoulder finally moved. Sliding down to rest on his chest.

It was there that his hand fanned out to flick his thumb over his nipple. He rolled his fingers in circles against his inner walls before pulling them back then forward into a cautious thrust. Oh, the moan it earned him bounced off the walls deafeningly. It had his blood set aflame when he gave another thrust. It was far too easy to use that cautiousness. A hesitance that allowed him to watch a sign of pain from his husband. A sign of discomfort as he thrusted his fingers shallowly into him. Keeping his thrusts even.

Careful. Rubbing at the quivering inner walls that clamped tightly around him when fingers came together. Pinching at his nipple in time with a swirl of that tongue. It had him squirming beneath his husband as he focused on keeping his thrusts even. Sleek as he could make them with careless rubs of his fingers against the quivering walls. Breathless. It was utterly exhilarating as the water lapped at the walls with the squirming movements. When that attempt was made to press closer, closer, closer together.

And God it was hard to tell if the water chilling. If it was growing hot when he was so hot. It had him whining when Shouta gave another swirl of his tongue against his nipple before teeth nibbled at him. Wicked. It was utterly wicked as he kept that shallow depth to his thrusting fingers. Then he spread his fingers out. Pushing at those muscles that quivered with the intent to squeeze his fingers back together. And they almost did. Oh, they were trying hard. It had him moaning at the black-haired man when black lashes fluttered.

Lifting up, he found himself meeting those dark eyes. Burning. Smoldering at him with an intensity that had him shuddering. Pushing at those trembling inner muscles, he cried out when teeth bit down hard on his nipple. Paired perfectly with a hard pinch to the other, he had pain blistering over his chest. That cry cresting louder, louder, louder until his ears screamed with the feedback of his hearing aids. Until Shouta was groaning with discomfort against his chest. He snapped his mouth shut to choke back that cry.

Clenching his jaw as he gnashed his teeth when Shouta released his hard bite to suck at him. Soothing it. Fingers tugged at his nipple with a twist that had his hips bucking up causing a slosh of the water. Loud. painfully so as he lost his momentum. Thrusting his fingers clumsily into his husband when his fingers inevitably pressed together. It tore those encouraging, ecstatic moans out of his husband as he lifted his mouth up to lap at his nipple. Lifting his piercing up with the tip of his tongue had him whining loudly.

Forcing himself to focus, he thrusted his fingers in a frenzy before spreading his fingers out. Pushing at muscles that quivered and twitched to bring them together. Spreading them out again, again, again. Repeating the action as his husband whimpered impatiently at him. Squirming his hips in a cagey, tight movement in his hands but God it had him burning. How could he ever go a day without it? Without having Shouta pressed up against him like this? Fuck, he'd have Shouta once a day if they could handle it.

If they didn't get sore from it. If it wasn't an impossibility. It had him moaning in that ringing, keening pitch that had his husband groaning at him as he spread his fingers out again. Bringing them together to thrust deeper into the black-haired man. Rubbing carelessly at the quivering inner walls that clutched at his fingers. Airy moans left his husband that were growing louder. Bouncing off the walls only to come back at him. Ringing. It had him groaning at his husband when he released the high lift of his piercing.

A firm lift on the jewelry that always that created that sting. Oh, it was what he looked forward too the most. What he fucking loved as it left him writhing beneath his husband with a moan. Another swirl of that tongue against his nipple with a playful flick against it. Then Shouta was pulling placed a soft kiss to the slick thing. Whining at his husband, he shivered when those full lips moved on to flutter soft kisses over his chest. It had him thrusting his fingers quickly into him. Thrusting, thrusting, thrusting.

Ending with an outwards spread of his fingers. The slick sound of those thrusts rang out with the sloshing water. Lapping higher with each squirm he gave. Each buck of his hips created small waves. The fast, uneven pants being taken were painfully loud in the small room. The fingers tugging at his nipple gave a light twist before moving down. Dropping down into the water with a splash that had droplets hitting his chest. Finally leaving the water, he could see the pads of those fingers were beginning to prune up.

They jerked up to the shelf he'd put the condom on with a fumbling movement. Slipping off the shelf before they came up to grab at the condom with a moan flying out of his husband. Keeping up that pattern with his thrusting, he couldn't help but delight in watching those dark eyes smolder at him. The tight squeeze to those dark brows as lashes trembled to stay up. The blush that smothered itself over Shouta's cheeks as his mouth hung open. Shouta was a beautiful sight. His husband was absolutely breathtaking.

Someone he loved nothing more than to admire. He could stare at his husband's face for hours. Admire the beauty of it when a whimper left Shouta. It was mesmerizing to watch that golden wrapper being lifted up as water slithered down Shouta's wrist towards his elbow. To watch teeth bite then rip at the packet before spitting the wrapper to the floor as he leaned over the edge of the tub. It was fucking hot. He felt breathless as he spread his fingers out again to push at those quivering muscles. Stretching them out eagerly.

His heart was pounding sickeningly when he spread his fingers as wide as he could. Holding them out without causing pain to his husband who whimpered with that impatience again. Spreading them out repeatedly with that gentle insistence had hips moving in that cagey manner again. Pants trembling out of his husband when he pushed outwards. So worked up all without him needing to so much as touch his prostate. It was a forgotten spot he knew his husband wasn't thinking about. Hadn't even humored touching.

Not yet. It sizzled through him the thought of tearing this man apart another level. To make him sink into that heat an inch more. It had his fingers trembling as he pushed at the muscles that tried their damned best to squeeze his fingers together. Not nearly as tight as it had been when he'd first started but he knew it would still ache. It wouldn't be comfortable at first and he wanted to avoid that the best he could. He contented himself to thrusting his fingers back into Shouta earning him another whimper.

It was louder than the others that rang off the walls deafeningly. There was a plea in those dark eyes as they locked onto him. Begging him silently to please, please, please hurry. To find it. To do something. But not yet. It had him breathless as he thrusted his fingers in once, twice, three more times before spreading them out. Pushing insistently at those trembling muscles with a low groan leaving him. It tore a wild moan out of his husband as that hand holding the condom shot out to his chest.

A wet smack that followed by a backwards jerk of those hips had water sloshing as Shouta leaned against him. Slapping dangerously high at the walls of the tub when he spread his fingers out back to back. Thrusting his fingers as he felt those muscles quivering around his fingers when hips jerked back. Meeting the thrusts he gave. It had him burning when lashes fluttered down briefly onto red cheeks. Muscles twitching from how tightly those brows were clenched together. And then Shouta threw his head back with a cry.

Writhing with a careless thrust he gave. It had hips twitching with a restless rock as he brought his fingers together. Trying, trying, trying to get him to touch it again, but he refused. Yanking his fingers when those hips jerked back when he felt nails claw over his chest. Breaths rasping out of his husband when his teeth clicked together when he snapped his mouth shut. Straightening his head, he shuddered at the glare given to him despite the whimper that left his husband when he spread his fingers out.

"Za-Zashi! Zashi, Zashi, can you ju- Mmm! Ah! Can you pl-please just fuck me already? Please, please?" Oh, those words were a damn mewl when he felt hips squirming as he kept his fingers spread outwards. Pushing at muscles squeezing to bring them together again. "I can't-! I wa-want you to fuck me now! Please, please? Stop te-teasin' me! Gimme it? Please? I want you in me! Just- Nghnn! God, Zashi! Please, please, please! Gimme it! I-I'll do whatever you want! Just please!"

It had heat sizzling down his back as he brought his fingers together before spreading them out again. He couldn't deny the were loosening gradually and relaxing with each spread but nowhere near as he would like. There was always chance of discomfort, but he didn't want his husband to grit his teeth through something that was to be good. "Anything, huh? You'd do anything for my cock? For me to fuck you? Are you sure, Sho? Are you sure that you feel ready for me? I don't want you to feel any pain from this, baby."

"I'll b-be fine! Just please, please! I need it! Need you to gimme it already! I can't- Mmmf! Ah! Zashi, Zashi, please! Wanna feel you in me!" Heat twisted under his skin with a burst of that similar impatience. Burning him up with that mewling pitch. The plea he saw in those dark eyes aimed at him again. He knew it wasn't smart. Knew it. But Shouta was begging for it. For him. "Nnn, please! Zashi, baby, D-Daddy, please! Wha-Whatever you want I'll do it! Just fucking give me it already! Now! I want you now! Please!"

Whimpering. Mewling. Which was it? It had his blood boiling as he swallowed when he spread his fingers out. Pushing at the quivering muscles before he took a breath. Shuddering as it broke up his shallow breaths when he pressed his fingers together before pulling them out. He released his grip on his cheek to move his hands forward between them. Reaching up to take the ripped open wrapper from his husband. "If it hurts, tell me, okay? You tell me if it hurts and we stop, you hear me? I don't want you hurting, baby."

"I-I promise! Promise, Zashi!"

Taking the condom from his husband's hand, he pulled the ring from the packet when Shouta squirmed backwards. Shifting back when he arched his hips up out of the water causing the water to slosh as it lapped against the walls of the tub walls. It was cooling. The water wasn't anywhere near the temperature it had been when they got in. He didn't care. It wasn't uncomfortable nor freezing cold which is all that mattered to him. Leaning backwards against the wall, he kept himself pinned tightly to it.

Working the condom down. Rolling it down his erection as those dark eyes locked onto him with an intensity that had heat sizzling through him. Watched full lips parting slightly as lashes fluttered in a fast blink when he shifted to place his hands on the edge of the tub. Standing up with a splash, water streaked down his thighs and legs. And the realization clicked for his husband before he could breathe a word. Shouta moved forward to take his place against the wall with the water sloshing with his swift movement.

Knees bent up out of the water as he turned on his feet with the water lapping at his shins. He knew it'd be harder for Shouta to move. To have the leverage he wanted that he'd have should he be in his lap, but he knew his arms were tired. Whether he admitted it or not, he'd felt them trembling when he'd been leaning onto his hands. Shuffling forward, he sank down with a fidget to work himself between his husband's thighs. Hs knees dug into the floor of the tub beneath the water as Shouta's hips arched upwards.

He placed a hand onto the rim of the tub again only to feel his palm ski on the slick edge. It had him tightening his grip as he inched between Shouta's thighs. Reaching his left hand up to grab the lube off the shelf again as he then paused with his gaze flicking over. Pursing his lips at the situation. He could balance on his knees to spread it. But what if his knees slipped? If he fell forward? What would he-? He blinked when Shouta's fingers brushed over his palm to take the lube from him with a tremble to them.

Blinking again, he looked to his husband who squirted a dollop onto his palm before reaching out towards him. There wasn't a spark of hesitance. There wasn't a moment of doubt when fingers curled around his erection to press his palm against him. The slick squelch as the lube was spread over the condom was deafening. It sent shivers down his back as he watched Shouta's hand working to cover him with it. Twisting and curving from the head to base as fingers squeezed at him firmly with a slick stroke.

It had him groaning lowly with an instinctive buck into Shouta's hand to meet another downwards stroke. His husband's breath caught in his throat as fingers squeezed around him again. He swallowed as the lube was tossed onto the floor over the edge of the tub when that hand stretched towards him. Grabbing at his waist to pull him closer, closer, closer. Moving in time with that pull as that hand stroked over him with the firm grasp had him burning. Had that impatience twisting into him as the water sloshed.

Then he moved his free hand down beneath his husband. He brushed his fingers over that cheek before grabbing then pulling at it in an awkward spread, yet it merely had Shouta squirming. It was a tight space to be doing this on their knees when there seemed so much more space on their feet. When he was able to plant his feet apart. Yet he happily arched his hips forward to angle himself forward. Sliding forward, the hand wrapped around him shifted its hold downwards as he rubbed himself against him.

Slick slides that had his husband's breaths hitching. Catching with a whine leaving him when it flew out of him. Impatient in the twitch of those hips moving as if to get that angle they wanted. He shuddered when he felt that hole twitch from his rubbing when he pulled hips back. Angling forward to press the head of his erection against that twitching hole. Fingers tightened in another squeeze that had him groaning as he pressed forward against him. Nudging at him with a consistent pressure as breaths hitched.

Catching in the back of his throat as that overwhelming wave of eagerness rushed over him. Suffocating him with that impatience rearing its head up. Insisting he push in as fast as he could. Forsake the patience he was trying to keep but he shoved it down. Swallowing as he continued that pressure until there was that familiar give. The sharp gasps of air being taken were painfully loud as the hand on his waist tightened. Sliding forward slowly to keep from sparking pain. Discomfort. Anything that could make this stop.

Stop before they could even start. Nails bit into his waist with that blunt pain as he shuddered at that tight squeeze. The heat blistering him when Shouta's gasping breaths fed into an unmistakably delighted cry. It had shivers rushing down his back as a breathless, crackling groan left him when fingers released him allowing him to bottom out rather quickly. It was good, good, good! So fucking good! That hand hovering before his stomach finally flew up to grab at his waist like the other with nails clawing at him.

Hands squeezing as he was pulled forward, forward, forward. Whimpers flew out of his husband once he bottomed out with a tight press against him. And it would be so easy to give in to what those hands wanted. To give the shallow, eager thrusts they both knew his husband wanted from him. Thrusts he wanted to give. But no. No, no, no, he couldn't overwhelm him. Couldn't hurt him somehow for there was a faint flicker of that discomfort in his gaze. So long as it remained, he would be still as he could be.

He wouldn't move an inch until Shouta was ready for him too. If that took five minutes or five hours, he'd remain perfectly still. Hands clutched at him tightly with nails biting into his skin with shaking pants being taken. And then hands were sweeping up his sides coaxing him to arch forward with a sharp exhale flying out of him. Up and down, up and down, up and down. Damp hands slid over his sides as he leaned forward. With hand dunking into the water with a splash, he planted it to the slick bathtub floor.

Keeping his hips still, he found those full lips parting as lashes fluttered in a fast blink. So pretty. Shouta was unfairly beautiful. It was rather impractical to keep his glasses and hearing aids in during a bath but God he was thankful he had them. That he kept them on. Hands curved forward his back with nails scratching lightly at his shoulder blades. Tugging him close as he possibly could with a whine. There was a light swell to them already that he adored. Wanted to see more of as he covered those parting lips with his own.

He slid his lips against Shouta's in a kiss that was readily returned to him. Thighs trembled lightly as they pressed against his waist with nails scratching lightly at his upper back. Shivering, he happily kissed his husband who hummed in a stuttered breath at him. Breaking up those smacks of their sliding lips as the silence weighed on them in the absence of that splashing water. The whines and whimpers. Fast, shallow pants trembled and hitched through noses as they fanned over hot cheeks.

His fingers twitched on the tubs floor beneath the water while his other hand clutched at the edge of the tub. It was perfect. It was hot. It was everything he wanted for the past few nights. The muscles clamped tightly around him. Quivering in twitches around him only to tighten around him cautiously. Hot, hot, hot. That heat he was buried in could make him drool. Wail, howl, and plead. Trip over his feet for it just like he knew Shouta would. He'd do anything to feel this. Absolutely anything just to touch him.

Shouta didn't need to breathe the words for him to know the feeling was shared. His husband didn't need to bend over backwards for him. Didn't need some daring proclamation for him to give in. For him to give them both what they craved. Wanted. Needed. Desired to have. His feet squirmed against the tub floor when he felt thighs squeezing against his waist again. Lips moving in time with his as that eagerness shined through in the quick kisses given. A firm press that had smacks ringing out effortlessly.

Hands then began to slide along his back. A gentle caress like they had on his sides. It had him shuddering as he melted against his husband with a shaking, fast sigh leaving him. Mirrored by his husband when he felt a fidget. An adjustment of his placement followed by arms tightening around him. Squeezing him close, close, close as he could be when he felt hips moving in a wriggle. A hesitant shift that then lead to his husband moving back then coming forward. Pressing against him to rock his hips hesitantly.

It wasn't much but God it had the whimper leaving him in a keening pitch. Ringing and shrill as it bounced off the walls back at him. There was hesitancy when the action was repeated again with thighs pressing tightly to his waist. Much like the strength in those arms wrapped around him. As if they were trying to keep him still when Shouta groaned quietly as he rocked his hips against him. Far more noticeable as that low sound had his heart jumping right up to his throat. Pounding viciously making it tight.

Leaving him breathless. How did he breathe? Function properly when he was burning up? When it felt like it truly wouldn't take much to tip him over? Make him lose that frayed thread of control? It had him whining when Shouta continued his hesitant, cautious rocking of his hips. Moving slowly, shallowly against him yet it had the water rippling from his movements. Small waves that lapped at his waist. At the walls. Pants fanned over his hot cheek as hands swept up his back then with arms curled tightly around him.

Clinging onto him as lips moved against his fervently. Passionately. He whimpered at his husband as those hips continued rock before moving in an undeniable shallow thrust. It had him moaning out as he moved his hips to copy that rocking motion against his husband. Feeling the muscles trembling before contracting around him tight. It had his hips twitching eagerly with another whimper leaving him when Shouta moaned at him. A rather encouraging sound when he met a cautious thrust with a twitch forward of his hips.

Meeting it shallowly creating a slosh of the water around them. Nails dragged over his skin firmly when they slid down just above his waist as palms then replaced them. Following along that area eagerly before sliding up to his sides again. And he began moving in time with his husbands' cautious rocking. Meeting those shallow thrusts with his own when he moved instinctively. A restless frenzy of shallow thrusts that earned him an eager sounding moan from his husband. Palms sweeping over his sides in a caress.

It sent tingles racing under his feverish skin as they slid back down to his waist. Restless as they clung onto him with nails biting into him when he found himself falling into rhythm. Moving in time with his husband's hips as he met them halfway with a few clumsy thrusts. He tried his best to quickly change that clumsiness only to get another moan from his husband that encouraged him. Hands tightening on him with nails digging into his waist. It was far too addicting to let Shouta set the pace in moments like these.

Letting him choose the speed and strength they used before they worked themselves up. When they began seeing who could do it better. Take it higher. And he couldn't describe what made it so thrilling but the mere thought that he could effortlessly take that control away? That he could take what he wanted? Do as he pleased to give them both that pleasure? It was a dangerous thought. A dangerous idea that they had both loved in the past when he was given that permission. But he didn't have it now.

And he wouldn't dare move a muscle to make his husband uncomfortable. Not when there was a pleasure in letting Shouta coax them forward in terms of speed and strength. In following along before taking that control seamlessly. He whined at the squeeze around him with a strength to make him burn. Leave him lost in his own head as he moved to followed the pace his husband was working with. Shuddering when lips pressed themselves with a crushing press that he was all too happy to return to his husband who whimpered at him.

A reedy sound as hips began to move confidently. Working to pull back further with that cautiousness still in play that he was strict to adhere too. It had him moaning out when he felt nails dragging down his sides to which he squirmed against Shouta. Hips thrusting forward eagerly when his hand tightened on the edge of the tub to keep from slipping off. From ruining the balance, he had. And God did he love the feel of hips moving back against him in a frenzy of smaller thrusts that matched his own eager ones.

Pants rasped out of him faster than he could drag them in as hands slid towards his back again. Felt identical ones fanning over his hot cheeks as hips began to move quicker. A jiggle that he was all too delighted in joining in as his lashes fluttered on his cheeks. Glasses digging annoyingly into his cheeks, yet Shouta didn't pull back to complain. To take them off. He moved in time with Shouta as he felt those muscles spasming before clenching around him again. And he began to ease his hips back a bit further.

Something his husband copied without so much as a question. It had him burning up when he found that impatience twisting into him. Unable to think of stopping that pull back from growing longer. Abandoning that shallow depth far too quickly. It was a thoughtlessness that he knew he'd curse himself for but until then he had this. This delight in feeling Shouta move with him. In feeling those hips matching his pull back as the water sloshed and lapped at the tub walls. As he clutched in vain at the edge.

His knees ached as they dug into the floor but he'd be damned if he complained about something unavoidable. He could feel those chopping waves lapping at his skin with each eager pull back that had him flying forward. A thrust matched by his husband who slid his hands from his waist to claw at his lower back. Nails leaving their blunt lines as they raked upwards towards his shoulder blades. Burning lines left down his back as they then swept downwards. Feeling the silent intent his husband had on making him squirm.

Arch and twist much like his husband who pressed trembling thighs against his waist. A hard squeeze that left the muscles to jump and tense with that squeeze as they trembled. It had him moaning at his husband who merely gave him one of those deep, guttural groans back. A sound that never failed to send sparks down his back. What he'd do to pull back and leave those delicate blue spots of his throat. Over his shoulders. To leave delicate or dark hickey's that would be unmistakable. That he could reflect back on.

But with them back at work, he knew it wasn't possible even if he couldn't help but wish. His panting breaths came unevenly as he moved with that eagerness that was bleeding into the kiss. Into the way his husband's hips were moving to meet his. It was dizzying. So, so unbelievably dizzying. Shivers raced down his back with each moan that flew out of Shouta with one after the other growing louder. Increasing in volume much like his own. His nails dragged uselessly over the porcelain of the tub as he clutched at it.

Holding on as he giddily pulled back as far as he dared before sliding forward. A fluid movement that was copied by his husband who moaned at him with such enthusiasm it had his stomach knotting with excitement. Burning as he increased that speed. Moving with an urgency as muscles contracted then clenched around him tightly. Had him working to pull back only to fly forward to bury himself back into that heat. That tight squeeze. It was hard to deny that howling voice in the back of his head.

Clawing at the edges of his mind that wanted to move faster, faster, faster. To feel Shouta moving subconsciously with him as hands slid down his back. Moving faster, faster, faster as he kept his thrusts even as he could. He didn't want the water possibly sloshing onto the floor but with how choppy it was, did it matter? Did any of it matter if the floor was soaked? His lungs surprisingly itched for a proper breath, however, that had him breaking away. Gasping in a breath with his husband only for it to fly out.

Feeding into a keening moan that rang with that delighted eagerness when hands slid down his lower back. Brushing finger tips over his ass lightly as the volume of his moan bounced wildly before he could stop it. It had him squirming when fingertips brushed over him again before spreading to grab at him tightly. Shouta squeezed his ass with a hardness to it that had fingers digging in. Had a snapping, throaty moan ripping its way out of him when hands then yanked at him. Jerking his hips forward harder than intended.

And he shuddered at the throaty moan it earned him. God this was worth it. He bucked forward instinctively with a few of those harder, snapping thrusts that had his husband moaning with such delight it had him whimpering. Twisting to pin him tightly against the wall the best he could. To give him what he would want the most. And God, the sight of lashes fluttered as they tried in vain to stay open had him burning. The sight of his mouth dropping open with moans spilling out of him had him hot, hot, hot.

Sizzling alive in his own skin as hands squeezed his ass fiercely. It had tingles racing up his back as he snapped his hips forward quickly. The water sloshed against his skin with the choppy waves that lapped near the top of the tub. He swore he could hear a slap of water on the floor. But he couldn't focus on it. Couldn't remember it when his mind couldn't -wouldn't- focus on anything other than moving in accordance with those hands. Complying with the silent wants that they both had. Screamed to be acknowledged.

He was awed at how fast everything was unraveling. How fast they had flown past that careful rocking he had sworn to abide by. Snapping his hips forward in time with pulling hands had him moaning out higher, higher, higher. Louder. Mixing in with the shameless, delighted moans leaving his husband. They bounced off the walls with those fast pants filling the spaces between them. Whimpers and whines caught in the back of throats ringing out. Even the choppy, splashing water filled in the gaps of those other sounds.

The slapping impact of skin on skin would have made. The squelches of the rubber and lube that accompanied his fast, snapping thrusts. It was hotter than he'd thought it'd be. Everything felt as if it were melting. As if he simply couldn't and wouldn't stop for a single thing. That he had to get there. Had to shove Shouta over the line he was no doubt teetering on from the beginning. It was a such a strange desperation. One that he didn't thin he'd ever understand. For they hadn't been completely abstinent.

Oh, far from it. There had been unlimited touching as hands gravitated to one another. The hotter make-outs in the darkness of their room that fed the sexual tension. God knows how many times he'd slipped under the blankets at his husband's quiet pleas. And God knows how many times Shouta had him pinned to a wall only to slip down. Even against this very shower wall. They'd had plenty of sexual content without the need of proper penetrative sex. It was merely a line he didn't cross for fear Shouta wasn't ready yet.

That he wasn't sore or aching like they had been the first three days following their return to work after New Years Eve. But God knows if he had just opened his fucking mouth to ask then he wouldn't need to sink into this strange desperation. Nonsensical desperation. Eagerness. An odd, strange thing that had him keening out whimpers and whines at his husband. And despite that quiet frustration, he couldn't deny it was hot. To indulge in those smaller foreplay options for two weeks only to lead to this?

God, it was fucking hot. He knew Shouta would be in agreement if he could answer him. But the glaze to those dark eyes told him that the man wouldn't hear a damn thing. Wouldn't understand him properly. Hell, he could tell Shouta the sun was purple, and the sky was black. That the grass was blue and it would be taken as facts. It had heat sparking down his spine at how utterly lost he was. Nails bit into his skin then with a hard squeeze that had him throwing his head back with a deafening moan flying out of him.

Too much for his poor hearing aids to handle as they screeched with that feedback. An endless jolt as his moan bounced right off the walls back at him. Hands pulled at him harder with arms flexing against his sides. Thighs squeezing his waist fiercely as he slid slickly between them with the aid of the water. Forcing him to come forward faster. Harder with a loud splash that had water cresting up to splatter onto the floor, but he couldn't think. Couldn't face the reality that sound meant as he slammed forward once.

A second then third time before diving into that fast rhythm. Slamming his hips with a careful strength that he knew was much easier on his husband than a pounding one would be. Making sure to limit the strength in his thrusts as to keep them from being too hard on his husband. From being too rough on him. The last thing he wanted to do for their first time jumping back into sex was to fuck his poor husband so hard he was tender. Sore again. They had been shoveling from noon to now anyhow.

He wouldn't completely knock Shouta into exhaustion, but it would be enough for now. Water lapped then splashed up onto his skin from the choppy waves he made as he slammed forward. Grunting when his husband clenched around him with a twitch of those inner walls. Contracting around him in a mind numbing manner. Tight, slack, tight, slack. Again, again, again. Maddening. It was as if Shouta were trying to drive him insane. Drive him up the wall as the grip he had on the tub threatened to slip out.

Fingers slid slickly before he grunted with the effort of changing it quickly to get a better stability. Something to keep him upright. It had him burning. Burning hot, hot, hot that he wondered how he didn't reheat that damn water. How he didn't scald his husband. There was a light thud when his husband shifted only to fly back with a sharp thrust. Oh, it had his husband moaning with that eagerness as hands jerked him forward again. Shouta's hips then met that hard jerk with a hard hit against him. As if it were a retaliation.

The way he'd jerk against him if they were in the bed. In his lap. It had him growling at the black-haired man when muscles squeezed around him good in a grip that had his toes curling. All from a twitch of his erection as his breath wheezed out of him when Shouta whimpered. Aching, aching, aching. Burning, burning, burning. There had to be somewhere that the heat could go. It couldn't burn forever even if it felt as if he'd never claw his way out. It was too hot. The faint humidity to the air from the hot temperatures earlier.

It made the air thick. Had his chest heaving wildly to gasp in his breaths that merely fed into another sound. Mirroring the ecstatic groaning from his husband as hips bucked eagerly to meet his slamming thrusts. Moving with him making that water slap and slosh over the rim of the tub from the choppy waves made. Managing to splash up his back or up his husband's stomach. It had him growling under his breath when nails again dug into him. Spreading that blunt pain when hips arched up out over the water.

Thrusting up in an impatient jiggle. Rasping pants leaving his husband when he felt hips moving up as he flew forward only to have hands jerk him closer. Pressing him tightly against his husband with a new proximity that had his hand sliding on the tubs edge. A slick slide that had his fingers slamming painfully against the wall. Forcing it to move so he could lean against it properly. He moaned in response to the keening whimpering leaving his husband when his erection was pinned between their stomachs.

Twitching when hips arched up. Grinding that twitching erection against him each time he slammed forward. It tore a new snapping, guttural moan out of him as his teeth clenched briefly. Trying to keep his pitch, his volume, down. He knew better than anything that Shouta would be pissed if he broke the mirror because he couldn't keep it under control for once. His breaths hissed through his gritted teeth as his brows twitched from their own tight squeeze. The muscles aching from that clench when he felt it.

It had that rare wave of embarrassment washing through him as that knot twisted into his lower stomach making him tremble. Had his stomach flexing intermittently with that ache as his orgasm began to build a pressure. An ache that had him writhing as it settled into him. His pants hissed down his throat scraping it raw. He growled at Shouta when nails lawed at him before hands squeezed tight. Muscles contracting him in that maddening rhythm. Tight, slack, tight, slack. Mimicking a throb that pulled at him.

As if he knew that knot was there. That it was insufferable. Coaxing him towards it as those dark eyes smoldered at him with an eagerness. A hunger to them that had him pressing his hand firmly to the wall. Nails clawing at the smooth surface sending an ache through his fingertips. He couldn't think to stop it. Fix it. Not when Shouta's moans and whimper came louder. More consistently as those panting gasps came impossibly fast with a catch in the back of his throat. Creating a hiccup of a sound.

Unintelligible when he slammed his hips forward with that careful strength he was using. His hips were tired. His thighs were tired. Shoveling took a lot of muscle strength in the upper arms and back, that much was absolutely true yet the rest of him was tired. The energy having been sapped out of him from the biting cold but goddammit he wasn't ready to pull a break. Not when he could feel that knot twisting tight, tight, tight in his lower stomach. Not when he was eagerly desperate to chase after it.

It had his own ragged pants to hitch until his jaw was dropping despite his best efforts to clench. To keep his mouth shut yet the wail that tore out of his husband when they changed the positioning of their hips had him gasping. Whining when that wail bounced effortlessly off the walls to ring in the small room. Followed by another wail tearing itself out of his husband. There was an ecstatic, desperate note to that sound when hips jerked urgently. Hands pulling at him as muscles clenched up around him.

Squeezing him with a tightness that choked him. It had him working to put more effort behind his thrusts when those shameless groans flew out of him. The enthusiastic moans that had him moving instinctively. A desperation and eagerness to it that had him slamming forward fast, fast, fast. Using that careful strength against him yet it didn't seem to affect a damn thing. He didn't catch a single drop of disappointment he wasn't pounding at him. His husband squirmed against the wall with thighs twitching.

As if to spread apart only to squeeze at him tightly when they couldn't. Rubbing restlessly against him as hands clung onto him with hips jerking up to grind his erection against him. Oh, he fucking loves targeting his husband's prostate. Nothing, nothing, nothing would give him greater pleasure. Greater joy than to watch the thin strand of control his husband had fall apart. Snap. While he was never naturally a bottom, he'd tried it. He'd used toys on himself before and he fucking knew how good it was.

Knew from years of watching Shouta writhe and wail beneath him, above him, to know how it felt. And it had him leaning his hand properly to brace himself against the wall. Moving confidently to lift his other hand out of the water with a splash. Moving his hand between the tight press of their stomachs. Wrapping his fingers tightly around Shouta's erection. Oh, it had the black-haired man shouting with that delight as hips jumped up to meet his fast strokes. Squeezing at the twitching shaft, hands pulled at him restlessly.

As if to get him to move faster, faster, faster. An impossible speed to achieve but he happily flew forward in compliance. Diving back into that contracting heat eagerly the second he slipped back. It was then that those shouts became a jumbled mess of words and moans. Half formed sentences choked off by whimpers and wild groans that made them unintelligible. Nonsensical. God they made him burn. Pants making them breathless until his husband was howling with his head pressing back against the wall.

It sent sparks down his back when those slurred shouts of "yes, yes, yes, yes!" melted into his name. Like he had hoped. Oh it had him whimpering to hear Shouta shouting it like a curse. A praise. An encouragement. A plea. As if he were a God that he was devoted too. Shouted it as a plea. As if it were the only word he knew in that moment. The only word he could use. To hear it coming louder with each shout that left him until it was straining. Cracking. Feeling hips jumping into his hand as he curved and twisted it.

Coming up to palm at the dripping head had his husband clenching around him tight, tight, tight. Tearing a shout out of him. He couldn't piece the words. Couldn't hear them even as they bounced back to him. That knot low in his stomach twisted tightly into him as he gasped what he could only imagine to be a call back. A slur of God knows what. English or Japanese, he didn't know. Couldn't focus when he was burning, burning, burning. Listening delighted to the slurred cries of his name leaving his husband.

He lifted his shaking hand to brace his forearm against the wall. Ducking his head down then to pepper frantic kisses over his throat as muscles slackened before clenching tightly around him. A consistent pressure as his hips ached from the fast speed. Thighs trembling as they began to tense with that oncoming orgasm that was clawing up, up, up. It had him throbbing. Every inch of him was clenching tight, tight, tight in preparation of that orgasm. Each moan, groan, whimper, wail and whine of his name pushed him.

Brought him closer, closer, closer. It was odd to hear those words being shouted yet not understanding. Not comprehending as his world shrank. Melting into moving his hips and the desperate writhing of Shouta against him. The twitching, throbbing erection he held in his hand identical to his own. The sound of his voice raising to howl back at his husband with that pleading pitch. A keen of Shouta's name spilling out of him repeatedly mixing with the shouts of harder. Faster. Cracking with that desperation.

He slammed forward only to have his husband writhing and twisting against him. Gasping in a sharp breath that quickly flew out on a stuttered, strained shout of his name. Hoarse. Nails dug into his ass with a hard squeeze as thighs rubbed restlessly against his waist. Squirming before they were tensing in a tight squeeze against him. That tight clench had him tipping over as that orgasm snapped through him. Snapping his mouth shut with a click of his teeth, he pinched his lips together as he pressed into Shouta's throat.

Stiffening as that white-hot heat ripped up in an agonizing wave. Eating him alive as hands clutched at him tightly as he stroked Shouta through his orgasm. Shuddering as that erection throbbed and twitched in his grasp. Felt hips thrusting urgently in time with his strokes as those inner walls contracted around him. Tight, slack, tight, slack, tight, slack. Pulling at him in an ironic rhythm that seemed to mimic the throbs accompanying the spurts leaving him. Maddening. He could happily go insane if he could have this every day.

Every second, minute, hour. Week, month, year. It was hard to breathe with his air held tight in his chest making it feel thick. Compacted. It had him wheezing out when that white-hot heat rushed out of him dizzyingly. Gone as suddenly as it had rushed into him. A moment that felt like an eternity hovering in that white-hot heat. It left him slumping against his husband as that breath rushed out of him on a wheeze. Sucking down another eagerly before he was huffing wildly against Shouta's throat.

Shaking when he finally felt Shouta going limp beneath him with a weak dribble running over his fingers. A whimper that prompted him to let go. It slipped down into the water again to which he groaned when hands released their hard holds on him. They swept up his back before arms shifted to wrap not around his sides but his shoulders. Holding him tightly against his husband's heaving chest as he melted when lips pressed against his hair. And he happily nuzzled his husband's throat with soft kisses.

Ignoring the water sloshing around them in wild, chopping waves in the stillness of their twisting squirms. Dribbles no doubt making their way over the outside as the water jumped up to the top of the tub's wall. It was ignored, however, as ragged pants ruffled his hair like the kisses and nuzzles given to it. Hot huffs of air warming the top of his head as he peppered kisses along his throat. Using nuzzles to break it up as Shouta melted beneath him as he pulled back. Crawling his lips up to that stubble covered jaw.

It was there he flew into placing kisses. Soft pecks that were returned to him as he gave in to that temptation. Nuzzled Shouta's cheek with his own earning him a breathless hum from his husband. Arms squeezing shoulders as he felt that cheek nuzzling back against his. Slick with sweat but he happily squished his cheek to Shouta's scratchy one. It was feverish with that similar heat but he didn't mind it. He pulled back again to place soft kisses over those flushed cheeks. Over his nose and the arch of his brow.

His forehead. Hands kneaded at his upper back as he slid his hand up out of the water again to stroke that shaking thigh. Huffing pants fanning over hot cheeks as lips inevitably caught his in short, fast kisses. Pecks that rang out with sharp smacks. Kisses he expected to be deepened at any moment yet they remained short. Sweet. Pushing off on the wall, he found black lashes fluttering up with those glazed dark eyes locking onto him. And God, the absolute adoration he found there had his pounding heart skipping.

His throat tightened to which he tried to swallow it down when arms moved with eyes flickering down to the water. Shouta's lips were swollen from the kisses earlier. That blush smothering itself over his cheeks was utterly beautiful even if the black-haired man thought it blotchy. Unflattering. God, his husband was breathtaking in that post-orasmic state. The light caught the four studs of his earrings when dark eyes were flicking back up to him . Clearing his throat with a bob of that Adam's Apple when Shouta spoke.

"D-Do you think we sho-should refill this? O-Or do you thi-think it's a lost ca-cause?" Fingers plucked at his hair then with a playful flick when a smile twitched at those kiss swollen lips when lashes fluttered in a fast blink. It was- not playful but coy? Was that the right word? He couldn't think. Couldn't think outside of that husky voice stumbling over its words when Shouta's arms tightened around his shoulders. "it's lucky yo-you're so fucking pretty, ri-right? I-I guess I'm lucky too, huh? I've be-been just as fuckin' stupid!"

Blinking once, twice at his husband had that smile widening on those full lips when a laugh burst out of him. A bark that rang off the walls in a hoarse tone when he flew forward to nuzzle his lips against that scarlet cheek. Hot rather than freezing cold when he squeezed that trembling thigh. "An-And you love how pretty I am! I-I could get away with an-anything with this face of m-mmine! But I thi-think we're both stupid so it bal-balances out! God, I fu-fucking love you, baby! You kn-know that? I lo-love you like crazy!"

"I-I know you do! And de-despite that pretty ace of yours I won't let you get aw-away with everything! Pre-Pretty husband's don't get away with shi-shit! And ce-certainly not with the stu-stupid shit we've both pulled for two al-almost three weeks now!" Shouta's voice was a rather playful, husky growl that had him shuddering when he squirmed with a quiet whine when that face turned to press kisses along his cheek bone. Nudging his glasses when he got a cracked hum. "I lo-love you too, Zashi! Even if you're ne-negligently idiotic!"

"Yo-You love this pretty face though! And I tho-thought you liked stupid blonde's, Shouta! Or ha-have you just been yankin' my ch-chain this whole time? Been lyin' abo-about how you like'em stupid?" He couldn't help a playful growl of his own that had his husband snickering when the water sloshed weakly prompting him to ease his hips back. Pulling out of his husband despite the quivering clench of those muscles tightening around him. "Now, I do-don't know 'bout you but thi-this water is ge-getting cold. So, shower?"

"Shower."