Fifty Darker Shades of EraserMic

by CrypticBeans

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

7. Ride The Thigh

Hizashi liked to believe that every situation had a silver lining. Something that couldn't be worked through. Or rather, that every action had it's equal opposite reaction. No good without the bad. And for him, it was his Jacob's Ladder piercings. It was an outlandish idea that he had always humored yet never had the time to seriously consider. He'd always had it on a back burner in the depths of his mind. Something for him to humor, to play around with, only for rationality to swoop in and ruin it. A reality check.

There had never been time in the past for him to consider such a piercing. And God knows he didn't want to be running around clad in leather during summertime with his dick freshly pierced. It sounded like a recipe for disaster. So many reasons, logical and illogical, had come to him in his youth when he'd thought about it. The timing never lined up to allow him to get the piercings he'd wanted. He knew going into it that it would require a bit of time off of his feet. To take care of them as he would any other piercing.

Being a bit more mindful of them. It wasn't a piercing choice to be taken lightly yet it wasn't a life or death placement. It was one he needed to watch. Be on alert for any drastic changes. It was a decision that would, in itself, have a reaction that would impact him slightly. When he had told Shouta about wanting to get it, he had expected many reactions. Shock. Surprise. Disgust. Anything but the reaction he had gotten. A mere two days after the sex marathon they planned out for Shouta's birthday did he mention it.

Curled together on the couch he'd told the black-haired man what he wanted and where it would be. He had expected his husband to vehemently reject the idea for him. To give an ultimatum of some sort. They had a very active sex life, and he knew that a piercing like this would impact it for weeks if not months. It would be a dry spell that they'd have to navigate and figure out together. It wasn't any assumption that his husband liked their active sex life as much as he did. After all, the initiating it was a fifty-fifty balance.

It was the main driving point that led him to expect a blow up from his husband. He'd got anything but. Shouta had always been a wild card in terms of his reactions to things. Even after sixteen years of marriage, he could never be certain what type of reaction he'd get out of his husband. No matter how many he'd seen. While it was certainly outlandish to expect an ultimatum, he'd gotten instead questions. In depth and shallow, repeated and odd ones from his husband when he'd sat him down that day.

Explaining in depth just what he wanted and where the piercings would be. The recovery time. Everything he had gathered over the years on this type of piercing, he gave to his husband. And in response, Shouta had fired off his questions. Thrown at him quickly to which he snapped out answers of his own in that high trilling tone. To an outsiders view, he knew it would look like a fight. Like Shouta was being ruthless with him and he was overly defensive. That he was being attacked verbally. It was far from the case.

In his years with Shouta, he had come to learn it was easier to be knowledgeable about something. To have all the facts ready to lay out and discuss with his husband. No one liked change, after all, but he could see that Shouta didn't accept change very easily. He knew it was merely a product of Shouta's childhood and how he had been raised to view the world. Knew it very well when looking back at how reserved the black-haired man had been. Shy. And he couldn't help but sigh in relief when it was over.

At how quickly he'd been able to answer those questions as they were shot at him. Each with a quickness to leave anyone stumbling over their words. Stuttering. It was worth it, however, when they'd gotten the facts laid out together. From there, it had sank into the first of many conversations together about how everything would look going forward after the appointment. His healing time. Their sex life. The tenderness and how penetrative sex would be afterwards. Anything and everything he could bring up.

It was a conversation that he hoped had eased some of the black-haired man's worries about the whole thing. For no matter how fast or sharp the question, the knit in those dark brows had told him all he needed to know. That Shouta was worried for him. About how it would impact him, yet his husband had yet to say it at the time. It was only deeper into their conversation that it came out when Shouta was held in his lap. Fingers brushing over his cheeks with those murmured concerns he tried to ease.

From there, it was merely a matter of knocking out any last wants from their previous challenge. Bringing up the new list to his husband and Lord was he glad that he had. To see those dark eyes widen before they gained that sparkle had made him just as excited. Even the spots of pink he saw blooming over Shouta's cheeks when he held the paper had his stomach fluttering to recall. It had been so easy to make his husband happy by giving him the open chance to take or deny another challenge between them.

From there, it was simple to knock out a few choices off of their list. Acting as an odd countdown between them of how much they could fit in the near two weeks they had left before his appointment. It had been a thrill. To see Shouta writing down a few options on the paper until they came together to write down a few choices. Ideas they could write down in the aftermath of his piercing appointment. It was far too easy to come up with a few before they filling out the rest of the list with their own personal choices.

And he lamented the thought of their sex life coming to a full stop no matter how brief. But he was excited. Thrilled at the thought of getting those long awaited piercings. And laying out on the table with that antiseptic smell of the piercing shop it'd choked him. An excitement that had him bouncing in his seat while Shouta flipped through a magazine. Abandoning it for his phone minutes later. It was only as he laid out on that table, his pants and boxers pushed down in preparation that he looked to his husband.

Realized Shouta looked far more apprehensive. Uncertain. The hand in his had given a squeeze when he'd looked down at the small square being rubbed along the underside of his dick. The chill as the biting scent wafted up to his nose as his skin was properly sanitized before those six small dots were placed on his skin. A mirror handed to him to confirm they looked good. And it was then that Shouta gave him his hand once again as that hollow needle was plucked up. The pain had been unbelievably odd.

Not blinding but God knows he had found it unbearable when the pain was repeated twice more. It had him gnashing his teeth but once it was over? It had been worth it. He'd felt bad when Shouta flexed his fingers out once he let go. It truly was like he had finally gotten the greatest gift imaginable. Staring at those glistening, winking studs despite the few drops of blood dabbed gently away had been the highlight of his year. The beginning of it was already everything he wanted. He was unbelievably happy about it.

It had been strangely adorable to see the horrified awe on his husband's face when the piercings had started. The way his jaw dropped slightly with eyes locked on the needle. Brows squeezing tightly together. It was the same way he'd been watched when he tried their sounding toy for the first time. A giggle worthy detail later on their way home. Something he used to pick fun at his husband that following week. It was easy for their routine to establish itself afterwards. A routine that he knew was running his husband ragged.

Something that was made abundantly by the second week of his time off. He had tried to pick up that slack. To do what he could when he wasn't on call with Shouta. And it was better. Much better when he was walking around without the fear that too much pressure would cause a discomfort or pain from his piercings. He couldn't say he was surprised that his husband had not only been throwing himself into work but ignoring his desires. Pent up until it was undeniable. Of course, he couldn't deny his role in not asking.

In not prying deeper in those weak answers his husband gave him. It wasn't until their third week when he'd woken in the night to Shouta's twisting and squirming. It wasn't uncommon for Shouta to be restless in bed and without his hearing aids in, how could he have known? It had finally clicked when he'd rolled over in the morning to go to the bathroom. Back when he'd still been far too tender only to find Shouta twisting restlessly. And while he hadn't had his hearing aids in, he'd understood. Understood perfectly.

Had recognized quickly what those twists and squirms were giving way too. It was only at the sight of his husband's head pressing back into his pillow with hips jumping up did his face burn. God knows he cursed himself for not seeing it sooner. For not seeing through the white lies his husband gave him. When Shouta had woken seconds later with dark eyes darting over to him the poor man had looked mortified. Hell, if his husband hadn't come to him that morning about his pent up desires, he'd have taken that initiative.

Taken it right out of his husband's hands and made it his problem to help with. He wouldn't have listened to a single protest in helping the black-haired man but to his surprise, Shouta beat him to the punch. Yesterday following Shouta's request to be brought to an orgasm without the use of hands it had popped a seal. Something that Shouta had been hiding from him with that same worry as himself. The same fear that he'd mention his desires and his partner would only see it as obligatory to help him.

To give him the sexual contact he wanted. It truly hadn't been something they had focused on in past conversations together when talking about the future. About the piercings and his healing period. But once it was all laid out? Once that consent and the confirmation was given? Oh, it was hard to keep his hands off of Shouta. To keep his husband's off of him. The previous night had been filled with those hands reaching for him. Howling cries from his husband as he used the toys in their arsenal on him.

Driving him to an orgasm again and again until the man was gasping. Shaking when he spoke in that hoarse voice with a plea leaving him for no more. It had been exciting. To not be able to join Shouta but to give him that pleasure? It was a thrill. An unspoken ego stroke that he could get his husband off with hands and toys. His mouth and words. That he didn't need to be actively fucking the black-haired man to get him hot. Falling apart under his hands. It was amazing to have that hidden insecurity satisfied.

It was beyond satisfying when he'd coaxed Shouta into the shower after his husband kicked up a fuss about wasting the wipes. There was a smug satisfaction to see the shake to his husband's legs as his weight was put onto them until he coaxed him to sit. Always a delight in washing the long black locks for his husband. To scrub at his skin until he was satisfied that he had everything off of it that he could find. To knead his fingers into the soapy skin until muscles were trembling underneath his hands.

When Shouta swayed back against his chest. He swore all last night the black-haired man hadn't moved an inch. Not even his normal restlessness came into play until somewhere earlier that morning. It wasn't until much later that he'd woken to that all too familiar sight of his husband's slack face. Spots of color on his cheeks and the wild rats nest that was his hair. Content. It had been a peaceful sight. His favorite. When he had his hearing aids in, he wasn't at all surprised by the light tap of Eri's little hands on the doors.

Sunday breakfast was always a small family event where Hitoshi joined them. Rather than merely eating quickly before rushing out the door to get Eri to school and rushing to work. There had been a contentment to his husband when he'd sat with his coffee. Something that had led to a peaceful day he was grateful for. And yet he knew his husband still had a bit more of that pent up energy. He held his tongue about it, however, in favor of rushing out the door with Eri. Hitoshi and Shouta both tight on their heels.

Going out for a day of sledding had been amazing. It was amazing how ethereal a day could feel when under the blinding light of the sun reflecting off of snow. It was always heartwarming to hear Eri shrieking and squealing in the snow outside of their home. The sound of her laughter echoing in the air but it was better when she was streaking down a hill. The sled catching small bumps that lifted her briefly causing her to squeal. Delighted as she sped down while Shouta began to fly after her down the hill.

Abandoning his sled as he raced down after her when she reached the bottom. It was an afternoon he knew that Eri would look back fondly on. One that he already knew he would. Once Eri had complained about the snow and the wetness soaking into her gloves did they go home. Dinner preparations ate up the remainder of their afternoon with Eri clinging to his hip. It wasn't long before he was heaving the freshly turned seven-year-old into his arms to drag her upstairs. Joining in with her shrieking laughter.

Getting her bathed and dressed in her pajamas had been rather quick. He took his time brushing out his daughter's long locks. Anything to avoid tangles or knots in the locks come morning time before he tied it back with a scrunchie of hers. After getting her in bed with her requested stories and songs to be crooned to her, she was out. It was always sweet seeing white lashes drooping down onto pink cheeks. Sweet the amount of trust she held in him compared to how skittish she had been in the beginning.

He then took the time to poke his head into Hitoshi's room where he happily chatted back and forth with him. With Denki when the blonde teenager left the upstairs bathroom. After giving his goodnights to the teens, he made sure to leave the door cracked before flying down the stairs with cats running with him. After making sure he had the TV and lights off in the living room, he got the cat bowls situated. Litter boxes checked. Looking to tie up any loose ends that could possibly come back to bite him in the ass.

And so, he made quick sure lights were off in every room imaginable on the ground floor. Made sure windows and doors were securely locked for the night before he had streaked through the house towards their bedroom. Flying into the room as Shouta had been walking into the bathroom to brush his teeth. To get ready for the night when he'd seen that hesitant weave on his feet. The way those lips parted before they were pressing together before he rushed into the bathroom while he took a spot on the bed.

Sitting against the headboard, he listened to the sound of the sink running. Shouta getting ready for before him was never a rare thing. If anything, he was looking forward to hopping in the shower once Shouta got settled. He shifted on the blanket when he got a nudge against his elbow from the calico next to him. He smiled as those wide blue yes locked onto him to which he gave her a scratch beneath the chin. Leaning backward, he sighed softly to himself when Cappella flopped down against his thigh.

Those furious purrs spilling out of her with a hard vibration from their strength. Sliding his hand over her side, he fanned his fingers through her thick fur earning him a coo from the cat. A distinct pigeon sound that he couldn't stop himself from copying. It had eyes widening at him when the cat looked up at him as he chuckled gently. There was a clatter in the bathroom that had him looking towards the door instinctively. He felt Cappella stiffen beneath his hand before he gained her attention again.

There was an excitement flickering in his chest that had his stomach fluttering. For he had an idea. He was confident in suspecting there was a small bit of that pent up energy left in his husband. Though that certainly didn't mean Shouta was in the mood. However, he wanted to do something. He hadn't realized how much he missed the sexual side of things. How much he missed having Shouta twisting and squirming beneath him. Whining and whimpering with those higher pitches that sent shivers down his back.

The way his name was moaned out with such enthusiasm it had his stomach knotting. The smoldering heat in those dark eyes as full lips crushed themselves to his own. The feel of Shouta's hips jumping up to thrust into his hands. Grinding against his mouth. It was ridiculous to miss something in mere weeks but he did. Oh, he did, and God knows he wished he could join Shouta, but the swelling was subsiding. The skin no longer that angry red it'd been in the beginning but not yet. It was too soon to try anything.

He had two more weeks before he could be cleared for anything like masturbation. Two more weeks he had to get through before he could hopefully join his husband. But he wanted something now. It had prompted him to look at the list kept hidden in the black-haired man's pillow case. He had been in the mood for God knows how long. A mood he hadn't realized had been building in him quietly in the background. Something that left him eager. Not more than two seconds of looking over that list did he have his choice.

A choice that sent shivers down his back. Thigh riding wasn't anything new to him. It was certainly something he'd kept to himself after his research into intercrural sex. He had always imagined it being reversed, however, back when he'd been researching various guides for kinks and scenarios for their previous challenge. He had always imagined it would be him riding his husband's thigh silly, but he would gladly take the chance to do it at a later date. If anything, it felt far more exciting to have Shouta do it to him.

There was always a thrill when Shouta would yank and grind against him. Forcing him to thrust against him during their make out sessions before they dived into sex. When he was giving in to that silent coaxing for that dry humping that he was more than happy to give in too. He'd opened a door he hadn't realized had been shut when he first asked Shouta to explore dry humping. And the thought of his husband rutting against his thigh? Whimpering those quiet pleas in his ear? Squirming, writhing and unable to keep still?

The possibility of him moaning out his name in that keening pitch? Huffed out breathlessly close to his ear? Oh, it had him shuddering as he shifted in his place on the bed earning him a grumble from Cappella. The back of his neck was hot. A heat that stung in the tips of his ears when he heard another light tap from the bathroom. His heart skipped over its beats excitedly when the water was then turned off. It was quiet save for the soft lo-fi beats he knew his husband liked to listen to. Something to fill the silence.

Something slow as they unwound for the night on Sunday. He'd come flying out of that bathroom to pack tonight. But surely, he could request a few stolen moments before then? If he had too, he'd without a doubt pack that duffel for Shouta. He just wanted one more night. One more to feel that fascination as he memorized twists and squirms, he'd thought he'd memorized years ago. To listen to that deep voice huffing and whining at him. All he needed was one more time to convince his husband that it was perfectly fine.

More than fine if he wanted or needed to come to him. For he still felt that hesitation in the glances Shouta gave him that morning. He'd caught his mouth opening before lips were pressing together when they got in the shower. He just needed to get it through his husband's thick head that it was fine. The hinges of the bathroom door squeaked lightly to which he snapped his gaze up as Shouta sighed out quietly. Stepping over the threshold of it as dark eyes flicked over to him with full lips twitching hesitantly.

Then a small, soft smile crept up onto them when he reached his hands out. Opening and closing his fingers to beckon his husband closer which seemed to work even if it got him a huff from the black-haired man. He dropped his hands to gently nudge Cappella out of the way earning him another protest from the calico. He adjusted her on the space next to them where she jumped up. Padding to the end of the bed. Flopping onto her side, she seemed all too content in stretching out over the space.

Kicking at the small gray cat next to her. He looked up when Shouta made his way around the bed briskly. Quick enough to have his hair flutter lightly over his shoulders. A light breeze from that brisk walk as he raised his hands again with a smile spreading over his lips. Shifting to change his position, the bed dipped when Shouta climbed up onto his side of it. Moving over to him quickly while he settled in his new position that angled him towards Shouta. The blanket rustled lightly beneath him with the movement.

He shuffled closer while his husband moved in. Coming together until he was curling his arms around Shouta's shoulders. An arm sliding against his waist only to plant on the pillow as he tugged his husband closer to him. Soaking up the warmth rolling off of the black-haired man as he hummed. Smiling widely when he got the familiar weight of his head on his shoulder. Lips pressing against his throat in a flurry of soft kisses that had tingles racing down his back. Pooling into his stomach with that excitement.

The emotion was twisting viciously into him with a crushing weight. Overwhelming. Making him a touch breathless when he kissed black locks. Combing his fingers through them with gentle tugs to get any stray knots or snags out. God, he was so warm. He nuzzled his cheek to Shouta's head as soft kisses were peppered to his throat. Up below his jaw with the scratch of that stubble rubbing against his skin. Tightening his arms around his husband earned him the feeling of Shouta's nose and lips nuzzling into him.

That stretched out arm pressing tightly to his waist before his husband shifted with a quiet grunt. Leaning against the headboard with a light rattle, that arm curled up around his waist like he'd wanted it too. It was so easy to receive that affection from Shouta. So easy. He was melting under it when a giggle broke out of him when lips pecked his throat as he tugged gently at black locks. They were dry, frizzy but he knew after a few washes it'd be softer than anything. Shouta never kept up with his self-care routines.

Nowhere near as religiously as he did but when he got on the black-haired man's ass about it he got that sheepish response. Waved off yet he'd happily coax Shouta towards his own until the man was melting under it. So, truly, he didn't mind if his hair was frizzy. Who would? He certainly didn't care if Shouta's skin was a bit drier because his husband didn't like to the feeling of lotion. If his palms felt rough over his skin from the dryness. The forcing callouses. It didn't matter because all of it was simply his husband.

He could fight him tooth and nail to change but he didn't want to. He loved Shouta just as he was and he didn't want a damn thing to change about him. Shouta was who he was. Self-care didn't come easily nor effortlessly to his husband but that never meant he couldn't help. And Shouta always seemed happy to join him when he reminded the black-haired man. To stand side by side as he scrubbed his face with his face washes. Brushing their teeth while he fussed with a face mask. It didn't matter if Shouta kept up with it.

Kissing his head softly earned him a soft hum as he got another nuzzle from his husband. The scratch of his stubble sent shivers over him as goosebumps rose on his skin when he pressed his cheek to his hair. "How are you feeling, baby? You tired at all? I know you must've tired yourself out a bit running after Eri all day long. I don't understand why you did when she was perfectly fine the entire time!"

"You clearly misunderstand just how wrong sledding can go, Zashi. God, forbid she flies off of the sled and breaks her arm or a leg or scrapes her face on the snow!" A chuckle broke out of him at his husband's tone when he felt the arm around his waist tightening slightly with fingers rubbing against his lower back softly. Soothing circles that had him shivering. "But I'm fine. Not too tired honestly so I might stay up for a bit before I take my pills and pack. If anything, I feel a bit restless tonight."

"I can believe that! You started kicking me after midnight, you know that? I bet if I looked my poor legs would be all bruised up from you kicking me!" His smile widened when he got a snicker from his husband as he tugged gently at black locks. Letting them slither between his fingers as he worked out a few snags gently. His heart sprinted sickeningly quick against his chest as his stomach fluttered. "But if you're really restless I think I have the perfect thing for you, baby! Something fun we could do if you're interested?"

"What did you have in mind?" Warm. The small puffs of those murmured words against his throat had him shivering when paired with fingers digging into his lower back. Sliding up along it when he felt a hitch to his husband's breath when he tugged sharply a lock. A shudder when he sank his fingers into his hair to scratch gently at his scalp. "I'm definitely interested but you don't have to get me off every night, you know. I-I get that I fucked up with not telling you, but you don't have to do it. Aren't you sore?"

"I'm not so sore that I don't want to help you, baby! And it's very much for me as much as it is for you! You're not the only one who gets off on it, you know! Just because I can't participate yet doesn't mean I don't want too." He loved that shiver from his husband when he tugged at his hair sharply. Felt fingers balling up his tank top into a tight grip when Shouta pulled back. "I want to help you, baby, and I want to feel good with you even if I can't join. I want to make you feel good. You deserve it, remember?"

Oh, he could stare at that face for hours . Admire the spots of colors smothering themselves quickly over Shouta's cheeks in a blush. There was a sparkle to that gaze when full lips twitched only to part slightly with a sharp exhale when Shouta's fingers tightened on his tank top. "Yo-You don't get to use my words against me like that! It's not fair when you do and you know it, Zashi! You're playing fucking dirty when you do that! It's not fair at all when you use my words against me! Besides, you said it first!"

"I thought you liked it when I played dirty, baby? Don't you like that I remember all the dirty things you say long after?" He slid his left arm from around his husband's shoulders to moved his hand down. Brushing his fingertips over the fabric down towards his stomach. He pressed his hand down onto his thigh with a squeeze that had muscles jumping beneath it. "Tell me, am I pushing too much? I want you, Sho, but if you don't want this then you say so, okay? You don't have to just because- "

"What do you want to do, Zashi?" He paused when Shouta took a shuddering breath before clearing his throat. Dark eyes flicked away from him as that blush seemed to deepen before his very eyes when he squeezed his husband's thigh. "I'm not- Zashi, I'm so completely fine with this you have no idea. I just don't want you to be hurting or uncomfortable because you've been doing a lot of walking lately. You're going to start waddling again from the chaffing and you know it. I don't want to add to that if I can avoid it."

"I can handle waddling a bit! I can just say I have a sore ass from falling on patrol or something! And even if they don't believe it, who fucking cares? I got my dick pierced and it's uncomfortable! Being blunt can always get someone off your ass fast." Lips twitched into another soft smile when dark eyes flicked back to him. "But I was thinking of thigh riding? What do you think of that? I can just lay back and give you one of my legs and you just do you, baby! I'll help however I can while you do it!"

"Thigh riding? Why don't you just say outright you want me to hump your leg like I'm a fucking dog or something like it, Zashi!" He raised his brow at the trace of sarcasm lacing into his husband's voice when he shifted forward. Twitching when he realized just how close Shouta was inching towards him. Bit by bit. Inch by inch. A subtle lean that he hadn't noticed but fuck if it didn't get his heart jumping at that close proximity. "Do- I mean, is there a certain way to, um, do it? I don't exactly feel like changing again."

"No worries about that! We can do thigh riding skin to skin! Or through clothing like dry humping! But we can do skin to skin if you want too! I guess it's lucky I already lotioned tonight, isn't it?" A flaring heat in that gaze had his heart sprinting with that excitement when he cleared his throat. He could only imagine the temptation this was having on his husband. "It's like with the intercrural we did, yeah? I'll get the lube, so you won't drag or chafe because of that once we're ready. For now, why don't you kiss me, pretty boy?"

"'Pretty boy' huh? You gonna start with your stupid little nicknames already?" Oh, that smile was positively wicked. Playful as he snickered at the awful attempt his husband made trying to flutter his lashes. A snort burst out of his husband then as the arm around his waist tightened as Shouta pressed himself close, close, close. So close it made his heart jump right up to his throat as he grinned at his husband. "You don't need to resort to flattery, Zashi, if you really want me to ride your thigh."

"But you like it, don't you? Like when I call you all those pretty names because you know it's true, don't you? You like hearing me say it."

"Yeah. Yeah, I do. Now, kiss me?"

"You know, it's funny but I think I just asked you to kiss me a sec-"

"Hizashi."

"Alright, alright! I won't keep you waiting anymore for anything, baby! I promise."

A short hum left his husband in response as he tugged gently at the black locks slithering over his hand. Wrapped around his fingers as the hand on his back squeezed at his tank top as he leaned in with that excitement ripping into him. Flaring in a flash of heat at the tremble of a breath rushing over his lips. He pushed lightly at the back of Shouta's head to close the small gap. He could melt. Smolder away at the touch of those full lips against his own. They still held a dampness from the water used to rinse.

He slid his lips against his husband's which jumped to move with his own. Slow easy slides as he squeezed the thigh beneath his hand. Sliding it up to rest on his husband's waist as he shivered at the firm press of Shouta's lips to his own. Sliding with that lazy, slow speed that held the intent to make him smolder. Make him burn. And it had his stomach fluttering as he felt a sigh fan over his cheek. God, he'd do anything to give Shouta whatever his heart desired. Whatever he wanted if it made him euphorically happy.

Moving his thumb to roll circles into the black-haired man's waist earned him a shudder. The whisper of lips moving together rang out and acted as a shot of arousal to his stomach. Pooling there with each light smack that rang out allowing his heart to jump. Sprint in a sickening frenzy against his chest as his stomach fluttered with that excitement. Flipping with an intensity to make him nauseous. Sick. He loved it. He could live, breathe, and die happily with the sensations plaguing him. Take them and enjoy their intensity.

The soft press of those damp lips to his own was a delight. A treat that he simply couldn't get enough of. Pecks or deeper kisses, he loved the feel of them to his own. They always had the tendency to be cracked or chapped from the cold air. Tonight they were soft. Whether that was from the Chapstick used earlier or the warm water when he rinsed his mouth. They were plush. Felt so much fuller than they looked and fuck if that didn't make him dizzy. Make him eager to keep those lips on his as long as possible.

Anything to keep a moment longer to enjoy how they melted to shape and mold to his own. Fitting against his with each kiss given the arm around his waist squeezed at him with a restless movement of his husband's legs. As if he wanted to swing himself into his lap the way he would any other time. He wished he could tug Shouta into his lap. Wished he could hold him on it but he simply couldn't take that pressure and weight that created a horrible discomfort. Soon, soon, soon it'd happen. He swore it.

If his healing continued to go the way it was going right now it would only be a matter of time. He squeezed his husband's waist softly as those lips kept their firm press against him. Moving with that lazy, slow speed that sent shivers down his back at the caresses of those full lips against his. For hours he could kiss this man. It'd be just as explosive as the first time. Just as exciting. It was disgustingly cliché to think he couldn't get enough of this man but he really couldn't. There'd never be enough time to satisfy it.

To fully soothe that desire he held for this man. It was a consistent heat he had always feared would diminish one day but here they were. Sixteen years strong together. He moved the fingers of his left hand he had buried in Shouta's hair to scratch his scalp lightly. Tugging at the locks earning him a shuddering breath fanning over his cheek. Warm. He was so warm. It had him twisting closer to Shouta in response to the shifting from his husband. Feeling him curve awkwardly against him. His legs twitched to move.

Instead, he swallowed that urge down as he pressed them together. Keeping his lower half still. The light, intermittent smack of their lips moving together had his breath rushing out on a shudder. He'd never understand how Shouta had kept this to himself. How he hadn't reached out sooner about that lust. That desire twisting into him. Even if sex was the last thing on his mind in those earlier days after his piercings. Because he couldn't deny that he felt it now. Flickers of heat that would flash beneath his skin.

Arousal pooling into him when he would watch Shouta walk out of the bathroom confidently. A towel wrapped around his waist like any other time yet he'd been riveted. Locked on as he prayed, wished, hoped for it to slip a little further each time it sank a little lower. Threatening to give up on his husband when the black-haired man reached down to fix it. Looking over his shoulder only to give him that manic grin when he met his gaze. Bold as brass about it. Looking back on it, Shouta had shown it.

Invited silently for him to do something only to be left disappointed. All because he failed to notice it for what it was. Never suspected how much his husband would keep pent up beneath the surface of his usual demeanor. How tightly would he was by that heat. His breath shuddered out of him when he felt the arm around his waist tightening. Clinging onto him with fingers finally release their bunched fistful only to pull at his tank top. Inching it up slowly sending a shiver down his back when he followed along.

He plucked at the hem of the tank top Shouta had thrown on before slipping his hand beneath it. Brushing his palm over the warmth of his skin resulted in a short huff fanning over his cheek. The firm press of full lips reaffirming itself to which he happily replied with a firm press back. Listening to the change in volume of that light smacking as he caressed the curve of Shouta's waist. The quiet whisper mixing in with that of their moving lips. Broken up by that familiar smack as he sighed out softly.

It was an awful thought to think that his husband was planning on suffering in silence. On taking care of it himself. He had offered it countless times after sex should something go wrong or Shouta didn't have the stamina. Became tired. It was, however, a different story suffering alone. The last time he'd withheld was that period when he had been angry and upset about the choking. When Shouta had failed to warn him and the black-haired man had fainted briefly on him. How awful he felt for he had been responsible.

How upset he'd been that he couldn't mend that gap between them right away. Couldn't think of sex or even looking at his husband properly from that shame. With how upset he'd been until Shouta had taken the initiative to approach him. He had not a cue why his husband didn't come to him this time, but he had the feeling it was because he was healing physically. Not emotionally. However, the thought of Shouta thinking he couldn't come to him? Choking down his own needs until they burst out of him undeniably?

It was an awful thought. It seemed his mothers' words had gotten to Shouta quite a bit. The belief that no one owed him anything sexually no matter if the words were playful or not. That not his boyfriend, girlfriend, husband or wife owed him anything sexually. That sex isn't an obligation nor was it pestered until someone gave in. It seemed that the quietly spoken words to him had been overheard by his husband over the years. Enough time to make an impact on him. There was no fixing that as there was nothing to fix.

Absolutely nothing but God help him if he wasn't proving to his husband he didn't care. They'd had sex for crying out loud when the man had been mummified! When Shouta had declared he wanted it when casts had begun coming off of him. He wouldn't let piercings be the "end all be all" mentality of this. He hummed softly when he felt the soft brush of Shouta's fingers over his back sending goosebumps over him. Shivering at the feel of his tank top being pulled up allowing for his hand to fan out over his back.

Moving his hand, he caressed Shouta's waist a gentle squeeze that had his husband humming back at him. There was a strained note to it yet the hand on his back began to slid up and down. A caress that had him shivering again when he increased the speed of their kisses slightly. Inching them past that lazy slide towards a slower, consistent speed. He swore he could feel jump to follow along with the change in speed. That smacking rang out to break up the whispering of their moving lips. A consistent sound.

Something each slide of those damp lips against his. Tightening the hold he had on the black locks of hair, he dragged his nails over Shouta's scalp earning him a whine. A shudder as lips pressed themselves fervently to his own with that change of speed. It had his stomach flipping. Dropping excitedly. Trembling breaths fanned over his cheek that tingled with the rush of heat. Burning his face uncomfortably but it was easy to ignore. That quiet temptation to swing himself into Shouta's lap was overwhelming.

To tuck himself into his husband's lap only to rile him up a little more. He could tease his husband for hours . Just like he had yesterday with their arsenal of toys. It sent shivers down his back as Shouta's hand slid up it in a sweeping caress. Had heat flickering under his skin as he moved his lips against his husband's with that flicker of eagerness. He hoped he'd be ready for something sexual by Valentine's Day. He should plan for something special for his husband, shouldn't he? Have something set up to be nice.

Something to show that all of this was worth it. But it all hindered him getting that green light to go ahead. A quiet whine had him snapping out of his thoughts with another soft hum. He squeezed at Shouta's waist before moving his hand along it. Bringing it forward to brush his fingertips over his stomach beneath that tank top of his. Feeling the muscles tremble viciously beneath them. He felt out blindly for that light dusting of hair beneath his navel. Moving his fingers to follow that light dusting of his happy trail.

Flicked at the waistband of his pajama pants. Tugging them away only to let them flip back into place had hitching breaths shaking over his cheek. He flipped it back again, again, again only to let it flip right back into place against his husband's waist. It wasn't until he got another whine from Shouta that he slid his hand to fan his fingers over the warmth of his skin. Sliding his hand up his stomach towards his chest had his husband squirming. Another huff fanned over his cheek as lips crushed themselves to his.

That eagerness bleeding into it. He shuddered as he combed his fingers through the curls of hair of his chest blindly. Feeling it arch forward against his hand had heat smoldering along his bones. Leaving him breathless as he slid his hand to left until he was brushing his fingers carelessly over a nipple. It had a whine breaking free from his husband as he rubbed the pads of his fingers over what he hoped was his areola. Even if it was only the skin around the whole thing it didn't matter. It felt amazing.

Especially when nails were dragging down his back sparking a heat to join that smolder. It had him moaning at his husband before he could swallow it down. Tingles raced eagerly under his skin when nails dragged over his areola sending a blunt burn over it. Oh, the unintentional sound had his husband squirming closer to him. Hitching breaths fanning over his hot cheek as the arm against his waist tightened. Nails grazing over his skin tearing a whine out of him when he slid the pads of his fingers over Shouta's nipple.

It had a whine leaving the black-haired man when he repeated the action. A back and forth, back and forth, back and forth over his nipple until he could feel it beginning to perk up underneath his fingers. Hardening. There was a shudder followed by the feeling of Shouta's chest pressing itself into his hand again. Tugging gently at the black locks, he worked his fingers free earning him a whine as he pulled them free. Dropping his hand down, he wobbled lightly when the arm around him tightened. Keeping him upright.

He brought his left hand down to tug playfully at the hem of his shirt before slipping his hand beneath it. Muscles jumped with a quiver beneath them at the light touch when he pressed his palm to his stomach. Sliding it up quickly towards his chest. He fought down a smile when he got another whine as his left hand joined the right as soon as he found a nipple. Heat smoldered under his skin with each twist and squirm his husband gave as lips crushed themselves to his. Something he was eager to return.

Listened to the quiet sound of the blanket rustling beneath him. Beneath Shouta as he squirmed impossibly close with breaths trembling over his cheek. The smacks ringing out over the soft lo-fi songs playing on loop. Even his own shuddering breaths rang out loudly. He flicked his thumbs over hardening nipples delightedly as they perked up beneath the touch. There was a quiet sound from his husband when he felt him leaning forward. The hand on his back slid down with nails grazing lightly over him.

The heat swelled beneath his skin to claw beneath the surface with a startling intensity. Ripping at him with that howling insistence to satisfy it. Relieve it. How hypocritical he was to chastise his husband, seriously or playfully, about choking his needs down. About ignoring them. For he'd been doing the very same thing to himself. Ignoring the flickers of heat. The arousal that twisted into him tighter, tighter, tighter. The only difference was he had not thought of relief. No thought of touching himself yet.

Always with the quiet voice in the back of his insisting not too. To not take the chance of aggravating his piercings while they were healing and possibly make them swell up again from it no matter how delicately done. He didn't want to do anything to set them back and make them wait longer to rekindle their sex life. But God, it was insufferable. An itch he couldn't scratch no matter how desperately he wanted to. Ached to rid himself of it. Shouta's shuddering breaths fanned over his cheek coming shallowly with each inhale.

Panting when he flicked his thumbs over his nipples only to bring his fingers together to pinch at them. Twisting lightly earning a whine from his husband as his chest was pressing forward again in another, renewed arch. It made him eager. Excited at the thought of getting Shouta even halfway in his lap. Straddling his leg. It was all he wanted. Even if that relief wasn't for him yet it was still far more exciting to get Shouta off again. A whimper left him at the twitch of his dick as Shouta's lips moved quicker against his.

Changing the speed with a silent demand to do so. Taking it from his hands which he was all too happy to comply with as he crushed his lips to Shouta's with that quick speed. It was aweing how loud a silence could be with shuddering breaths cresting into pants. With the smacking of their lips moving together as he shuddered at the plush press of those lips. Sliding and fitting comfortably against his own dizzyingly. He could kiss this man for hours. Give up minutes, seconds, hours, days to having those lips on his.

Melting against his with each slide as they crushed themselves to his own. Molding to fit against his comfortably. God, he'd been kissing Shouta for sixteen years and it never failed to burn him up. Make him eager for more . It was addicting to have those lips on his. To have Shouta so close to him. He tightened his pinch on his husband's nipples tearing a moan out of him. It sent shivers down his back as he twisted lightly again earning him a shudder from his husband. There was no reason it should be so exciting.

None but it didn't change the fact that it was. His dick gave another interested twitch when he felt a hand sliding along his waist. Sweeping up to his side causing him to arch forward. Squirming under that touch as a sharp breath left him in a huff as he felt fingers drift over towards his chest. Oh, it was choking him the grip that excitement had on him. He wanted Shouta to touch. To sweep those rough palms over his skin all night. He wanted to get off just as Shouta had the other day without the use of his hands.

He wanted to be teased, pushed, and coaxed to an orgasm he hadn't had in weeks. Fuck he'd do anything if it meant Shouta could get him off without needing to touch. At the time, he'd been grateful his husband had a blindfold on half the time yesterday. That he never saw how he'd twisted. Fidgeted and squirmed restlessly while working one orgasm after another out of his husband. It'd been too much. So much. He wanted it just as much as Shouta did. And yet he didn't want to risk anything setting them back.

A double edged sword to want, want, want but not wanting to do a damn thing for himself. Shivers raced down his back as he squirmed when fingers brushed over his chest. A featherlight touch over his hardening nipple had another huffing breath leaving him as he arched forward eagerly. Whining when he pinched tightly at Shouta earning him another moan when he heard nails dragging over the pillow case. Knew that if the balance could be kept that Shouta would lift his hand up to touch him with it as well.

And it was a thrilling, exciting thought as he tensed muscles to keep himself upright. Giving another light twist at the nipples in his grip, he gave a sharp tug that had a throaty groan leaving his husband. Loud. Oh, it had his skin ripping with that heat beneath it. Feeding into it when he felt fingers flick over his nipple before pinching at it. And fuck, it hurt but it held a pleasure to it that had him whining encouragingly at his husband. Arching into that rough hand eagerly when he got another sharp pinch.

And he happily returned the favor by pinching tightly at Shouta's. It had his husband squirming forward as he shifted from his sitting position up onto his knees. It gave him a better angle as he heard the headboard rattle lightly as his hand was placed on it. Holding onto it with nails dragging over the wood. Lips moved faster against his with that crushing press sending shivers down his back. It was a kiss he happily returned with the passion and heat he had. Fuck him, he could eat this man alive if he had the chance.

A feeling clearly shared by the fervent, lustful heat Shouta gave him in response as his pants came unevenly through his nose. It felt like Shouta could eat him up and he'd happily offer himself up. It had his stomach fluttering and dropping at the thoughts of what his husband was going to do to him when he was clear. He already had his own plans in place and he'd go through with them. Hell, or high water, nothing would stop him once he was cleared to touch his husband. To spark their sex life back up.

He whimpered when he got a harder pinch from his husband that had his hips bucking instinctively. His dick gave a volley of twitches as he felt huffing breaths fanning over his cheek. Identical to his own shallow, shaking pants as he gave a hard pinch to the black-haired man's nipples. Loving the loud, trembling moan it earned him from his husband as he felt that heat eating away at him. Devouring him bit by bit as his heart pounded furiously against his chest. All from a few kisses. All from that rough hand on his skin.

It excited him that thigh riding could possibly be the thing to get him off. That this might shove him over an edge he felt he hadn't been on in forever. Fingers tugged sharply at his nipple with a hard pinch that had him breaking the kiss. Crying out as he threw his head back with that exasperated sound trembling higher. Hips bucking up in search of that familiar pressure. Something, anything, to soothe that ache as pain radiated over his chest from that hard pinch. A blistering, burning pain that he fucking loves.

Oh, he always had and always will love how this man never took it easy. Always came ruthlessly when it came to pinching and tugging at his nipples. Any other person would hate it, he was sure. Anyone with pierced nipples could hate it. He had not a clue but before and after the piercings, he loved it. Fingers came together to pinch harder, harder, harder at him until his cry was cresting up in volume. Tearing through octaves effortlessly when he got a ruthless tug at that nipple. It had his fingers pinching down tightly.

Tugging at them fiercely which earned him a keening moan out of the black-haired man. He released his tight pinch to flick his thumb over that left nipple while he slid his right hand down. Down, down, down until his fingers were brushing over the crotch of his pants. Pressing against the hardening bulge there only to feel a twitch when he curved his fingers against it. Squeezing with as much pressure as he dared to which his husband let out a lower, throatier moan as his hips bucked into his hand.

He squeezed at him again only to happily take up that kneading rhythm. Flicking his thumb in time with his kneading had Shouta writhing under his hands. Fingers then pinched sharply at his nipple as he sucked in a gasp that merely fed into a reedy whine. It was hot, hot, hot. He was so hot. Just like yesterday. Only this time he had hope. While he'd be getting no friction, no pressure, he was more than confident that he could get off without any of it. With that eagerness twisting into him there wasn't a doubt.

It was a painful hope that he could that mixed into that confidence. Shuddering as he felt that twitching bulge hardening fully beneath his palm as he kneaded again. Loving the trembling moan he got from his husband when he felt his own dick twitching excitedly. Felt that dizzying rush of blood draining straight from his head downwards. It had him huffing out a breath only t suck in a sharper one as he squirmed when Shouta leaned in. The warmth of his breath fanning over his throat followed by teeth.

Nipping at his Adam's Apple then his collar bone with a whine. Oh, he had quite the surprise for that area in mind for his husband. It had him breathless when he flicked his thumb over Shouta's hardened nipple with a whine. Kneading at him before he shifted it out to give a rub. No matter how short lived it may be for it was worth it with the pitch his husband moaned at him with. An enthusiastic tone to it that was undeniable as teeth nipped at him again. Replaced by soft kisses as he rubbed at his husband.

Feeling hips thrusting forward eagerly against his palm with a whine leaving the black-haired man. Fuck him, he'd never wanted something so much. Not since the very beginning when they'd remained in that friendship status together. Back when the dreams had started. Emotions coming to life. Longings. It had him breathless as his hips bucked when he snapped his mouth shut on a moan. Swallowing when he pressed his hand against his husband's chest. Felt that heart pounding beneath his palm in a frenzy.

Hips bucking with that undeniable eagerness when he pressed down firmly against him. Rubbing at him when his husband whined as he leaned back. And oh, the smolder in that gaze. The hunger in them for him had his heart jumping to his throat. His stomach flipping as his hardening dick twitched excitedly. "Le-Let me change into a pair of shorts, okay? You wanna get the lube for me while I do that? Get yourself ready for me? I want to try and-"

"You're getting hard." A fresh wave of heat rushed up to his face making his cheeks throb lightly when he blinked at his husband. Shivering when those dark eyes flicked down with a sense of awe before coming back up. They widened with that spark of excitement that had his stomach flipping. However, despite that excitement and awe in his blatant observation there was a note of concern. "Are you-? How are you going to deal with it? You can't touch it, right? Infection risk, wasn't it? How will you-?"

"I'll deal with it, baby, don't worry about it, okay? Just because I can't touch doesn't mean I can't get off the way you did the other day with my help." The implication laid out had a flicker of heat flashing at him. It had his heart pounding sickeningly as his stomach dropped when he began to shuffle back. Swallowing down his own excitement. "Get ready, yeah? I'll be right back."

A hand, however, grabbed at his forearm as he slid his hands free from beneath Shouta's tank top. A firm grasp that had him pausing as his legs slid closer to the edge of the bed. There was a hesitance to his husband when he watched that Adam's Apple bob with a swallow. "I- Zashi, you know it doesn't have to be all about me, right? Because I didn't- I wasn't thinking yesterday but you haven't been doing anything, have you? You're just as pent up, aren't you?"

Fuck. There it was. This man can really see right fucking through me, can't he?

The hit on the head of the nail that he'd been avoiding for weeks until his husband came to him. Or had it been waiting since he caught Shouta in the midst of his wet dream? When the reality of it all hit him? He didn't know. He'd have time later to think. To analyze the emotions and their origin point. Taking a breath, he tugged his forearm from Shouta's grip only to grab at those fingers. Squeezing firmly. "I know that, baby. Trust me, I do, and we'll get through this, no problem! Let's focus on tonight, yeah?"

"Yeah! I'll help you get off, Zashi. It's only fair after everything you did yesterday and what-what you're willing to do now. So, I'll do what I can to help you."

"What a sweet boy you are, huh? So sweet that I'm sure you listen like a good boy, don't you? If so, then I want to see those pants down by the time I turn around, Shouta, you hear me?"

"Loud and clear!"

Releasing his husband's hand, he slid towards the edge of the bed quickly as he popped up on his feet. Stumbling over his feet briefly in his rush to rush across the floor to their dresser with that burst of excitement. He wished he could deny it. That he didn't need Shouta to help him. That he wanted to focus his energy, time and determination on Shouta. On getting his husband content again but God knows it had his stomach knotting. Flipping until it threatened to make him sick as he tugged open the second dresser drawer.

Reaching in to carefully pluck a pair of shorts out from beneath a pile of airy fabric. Silky and soft cotton lingerie items that he hadn't touched in weeks. Pulling out a pair of shorts, he shut the drawer with a gentle thud as he placed them on top of the dresser. Hooking his fingers carefully into his pants to ease them down his thighs with a light shimmy. Twitching when he heard the blanket rustling behind him. The drag of the bedside table being opened with items rolling lightly. Thudding against the sides in light thumps.

A light clatter as the items rolled before hitting off of one another. The sound of them being pushed around as Shouta dug through for the lube. It was often frustrating, it never had a consistent place but if the bedside table closest to them was in reach, then who cared? He let his pants drop down in a heap around his feet that he stepped out of. Flicking them away before reaching for those shorts. Swallowing as he let his gaze flick away from the bulging press of his erection against his boxers when it twitched.

Easing them down slowly avoid any possible snags. Even if he couldn't touch, there was no sense in dirtying a pair of boxers as well. He could easily live without peeling layers off afterwards. Kicking them away, he straightened up to grab the shorts when he paused. Looking down at the sight of his erection resting against his stomach. The light red skin surrounding the studs that winked up at him when they caught the light off the TV screen. It felt odd. Not different but it made him painfully aware of how tender the skin was.

How sensitive the underside felt that rush of blood making it stiffen. It left him squirming as he stepped into the shorts before pulling them up to his waist. Tucking himself away gingerly when he heard a light crack of a cap that had his sprinting heart stumbling over its beats. A breath wheezed out of him when he heard that all too familiar slick sound of lube being spread. Turning on his feet towards Shouta, heat ripped under his skin in blinding flash. It'd never fail to give him that bolt of arousal to find those dark eyes on him.

The heat in them hurried him to move. It was only made better when those eyes were locked on him as that lube was spread. His gaze flicked between that hand twisting and curving to spread the lube over his erection. Thighs twitched then as if to spread themselves wider when he moved. His twitching legs and feet making that decision for him as he stumbled over to the bed. In his rush, his foot slammed off of the bedframe. A clang that had him hissing as he ignored the vicious throbbing in his toes.

Ignoring the worried look on his husband's face as he climbed onto the bed. Pausing his stroking as full lips parted but he didn't want to hear it. Didn't want to focus on his throbbing toes when he reached out for the lube dangling from Shouta's left hand. It was given up easily with a breath being taken that shuddered out far too fast. Excited. He was drowning under the emotion as that heat twisted under his skin. That lust and hunger was insufferable. The arousal had never made itself perfectly clear.

At least not like it had with Shouta, surprisingly. He'd felt it but he had always shoved it away to think on later. Boiling on a back burner he'd forgotten all about it only to rip up in him. Leave him breathless under its grip as sat back in his spot in a lean against the headboard. He rolled the edge of the short pant leg up of his shirt to reveal his thigh. He squirted a dollop onto his fingers that he then spread over his thigh. A thin layer from the top of his thigh down to just above his knee. It was surprisingly very thin.

Barely glistening in the lighting but he wasn't worried one bit about it. Not when Shouta's erection was smothered in the lube. He capped the lube to drop into the drawer next to him that he slammed shut. A rattle of the lamp from the strength as he let his gaze flick to Shouta. Devouring, memorizing, saving that image of that eager gaze on him. The slick glide of his hand as it twisted and curved over his erection. It was look a touch irritated if he was honest with himself. Enflamed from being touched and pulled so often.

All the vigorous stroking from the previous night and afternoon was bound to take a toll on his husband. He just didn't want to chafe or rub his husband raw. That wasn't the plan at all when he offered himself up to his husband anyway he needed him. Perhaps it really was for the best they spent three nights away from one another. For the best even if that flash of reluctance had his breath catching in his throat when he shifted to spread his legs apart. Shudders racing up his back when those dark eyes dropped down to his groin.

It'd be impossible not to recognize it. Not to know where he was looking and fuck him if it didn't sent heat sizzling through his veins as his erection twitched. He swallowed as he shifted his legs a bit further apart before raising his hands up to curl his fingers. Beckoning his husband to shuffle closer to him. It was shiver worthy listening to a few of those slick strokes before Shouta was crawling over to him. Slick hand angled away from the blanket as he did so but he was coming. Shuffling up next to him on the bed.

He lowered his leg to stretch out over the blanket before nodding at his husband. Watching as his husband carefully swung himself over his leg. Position his right thigh and knee backwards as to keep from pressing up against him. From possibly rubbing against him later on. He didn't mind that hesitancy one bit. In fact, it was heartwarming. But it was something he could think about later when he wasn't watching his husband's hips hovering over his slick thigh. Uncertain for a moment when dark eyes flicked up.

The twitch of that erection had him whining out impatiently. Shifting his spot when that impatient whine was echoed by his husband. He reached out to brush his hands over Shouta's waist before tugging him closer. Coaxing him to sink down as he bent his knee up slightly. It was a damn good thing his husband had the foresight to work his pants down to his ankles. Rubbing against the blanket on his way over to ensure it before swinging over him. Fast, shallow pants were taken only to huff out far too quickly.

And he happily kneaded at Shouta's waist gently earning him another whine. He slide his hands then to caress the curve of it as he moved backwards with a hum. Brushing his fingers over his lower back lightly when he got a squirm from his husband. Anything he wanted that he could give he'd do it. There was a look of uncertainty to his husband before he was grabbing at the hem of the tank top he'd put on. Flipping it up over his head much to his delight. Watching the muscles flex and move was always a treat.

Got him hot. It was as if the man was showing off subtly that strength of his. He snapped to attention when it was tossed to the side on Shouta's side of the bed. He pulled his hands away from his husband's waist to grab at the hem of his own loose tank top. He yanked it up over his stomach and chest. Up over his head as locks of hair slithered through the neck of it to tickle his skin. Swaying in a heavy drop against his chest once he got his tank top off. Throwing it off to the side where it landed next to Shouta's.

He reached his hands out to caress the curve of Shouta's waist again. Shuddering breaths breaking up the faster pants as he tugged at Shouta again. God, he'd never wanted something so bad. When they had happily welcomed dry humping into their foreplay, he had found he loved it. Loved it as fervently as he did it the first night when Shouta asked to try somnophilia. The way it had merely led way to him humping his husband silly the next time he brought it up. And he loves it. Oh, fuck him, he's loves it every time.

Loves to grind and thrust against Shouta until the man his whimpering and whining. Twisting and writhing as hands clutched at him. Nails bit into his skin as hips jerked up to meet his grinding and thrusts. It led to the realization it was very much a two way road for him. He loved to be the initiator of it but there was something better about Shouta doing it to him. When his husband was jerking and thrusting up against him with that urgency that got him burning. He didn't know if it was a degradation thing.

If it was something about being used or something of the sort he had not a clue. He didn't know a damn thing other than that he fucking loves it and that's all that matters. And watching those hips move down towards his thigh? To know he was getting the very thing he loved? Wanted? Needed? It had his pants rasping out of him, he dragged his nails eagerly against Shouta's waist. Clutching at the black-haired man as dark brows twitched together. Lips parting with a whimper when Shouta leaned forward against him.

Hips angling down to press his erection against him. Twitching against his skin with a heat that sizzled into him. Rasping breaths left him as Shouta's hitched when he dug his nails into the lines he'd left behind. It wasn't the itch he wanted scratched in terms of sex but God if it didn't scratch one off. Just like the other day when he'd delighted in jerking his husband off. When he'd gone down to happily give his husband a blowjob. It was smaller itches but fuck if they couldn't satisfy him. Didn't satisfy that desire.

Clutching at his husband, he whined when he bent his knee up a little more to give him a comfortable support. A good angle to use. An arm curled around his shoulder while Shouta's right hand came up to rest on his chest with trembling fingers. It was unfair for someone to hold such arousal for him. To be so pretty. He didn't know if it was a biased opinion but looking at his husband's face? He was certain it was true. Absolutely one hundred percent, the honest truth. His breath hitched when Shouta leaned forward.

Full lips pressed against his soft in fluttering kisses that crawled up to the corner of his mouth. And he eagerly tipped his face towards Shouta's to catch those lips with a whine. Shivering at the plush press against his with that first kiss given that had them melting against his. Shaping to fit comfortably as he moved his lips in unison with his husband's. That hard press to his own with that quick speed from minutes ago. Picking right up as if they'd never stopped. His toes were aching when he curled them against the blanket.

But he ignored it. Forsaken any attention to it as he felt the twitch of Shouta's erection against his thigh. And then hips slid backwards then forwards. A slick thrust that had him moaning eagerly into the kiss with another squeeze to his husband's waist. Squirming when Shouta repeated the action. Sliding against him slickly with that light, wet noise ringing out to mix in with the huffing pants fanning over his cheek. Rasping out of him. He could live in this moment forever. Stay just like this for the rest of the night.

He shuddered at the hesitant, shallow thrust Shouta gave as he clung onto his husband with a whimper leaving him. Fighting to keep his lower half still for the moment as he threw himself into that kiss. The heat in it was blinding. Suffocating but it was good. Pouring in a heated passion of his own, he shuddered at the cautious press down against his thigh. As if Shouta was worried it'd cause him pain. Make it uncomfortable. He didn't care if he ground himself against him until his leg was dropping down to the bed.

He wanted it. Fingers flexed out only to claw at the warmth of that skin beneath his grip. Whining in time with his husband as hips began to move in that familiar slide. Back and forth, back and forth, the way he would if they'd still had clothing on. There was a heat to it all that had him feverish. Dizzy. It was everything he had been quietly craving. Wanting and needing just like his husband. He shuddered with another whine breaking free at that slick back and forth slide of his husband's hips. Rubbing down against him.

Moaning loudly at the sparks of heat ripping up his back with each slide of those hips. The slick rub of that twitching erection against his thigh as that heat pooled into his stomach. He moved his lips with Shouta's as that quiet urgency ran like an undercurrent into the kiss. An eagerness from his husband as he clutched the man close, close, close. Tightening his holds on him in a tight squeeze. Loving that low, throaty moan leaving his husband in response. That slow slide against his thigh was absolutely maddening.

The squeeze of Shouta's around his had him boiling in his damn skin. His erection twitched allowing him to feel a droplet soak into the fabric of his shorts. It had him groaning lowly in his throat when his husband's knees dug into the mattress triggering that squeaky spring. It shrieked lightly under his dig, but it was ignored. Not a breath was used to question it when he was melting. Suffocating in his own skin with each slide of those hips. Any other time he knew it would be a lazy speed. Slow.

A rub to make him burn but the lube refused to allow that. Instead, his husband was sliding back and forth slickly over his thigh quickly. Fluidly. His heart hammered against his chest making his stomach drop sickeningly. Tightening at that wave of excitement when the hand on his chest was moving for fingers to fan out over it. Fingers brushing over a nipple in a move he knew was intentional. He whined ecstatically in a ringing pitch that his husband flinching. His hips twitched up as he arched his back forward excitedly.

Shuddering at the light rub over his areola with nails scratching lightly at him. Sensitivity had tingles racing under his skin when a thumb was finally flicking over his nipple idly. Back and forth just like those hips sliding firmly against him. Huffing pants fanned over his hot cheek as he forced his hands to release their tight grip on Shouta's waist. Sliding his palms along it, he curved his hands backwards to sweep up his husband's back. It was immediate the way his chest pushed forward as his back arched.

Hips bucking in slick thrusts against his thigh that had him moaning encouragingly. And much to his delight it worked. Hips hesitated before those slick sliding was sped up. An urgency to the subtle rock in each slide when the thumb flicking over his nipple pressed down. A firm press that had him swearing he could feel the bar running through it. Just like that hard pinch earlier. He slid his hands up before sweeping them down earning him another buck of those hips against his thigh. A delighted moan leaving his husband.

He whined as those lips crushed themselves against his with those sharp smacks ringing out. Mixing in with the rustling blanket. The slick sound of his husband's sliding hips. Huffing, ragged pants being taken that fanned over hot cheeks as he moved his lips eagerly with Shouta's. He felt the hand on his shoulder clawing at it sending sparks down his back as he whined shrilly at his husband. Squirming at that blunt, burning pain searing under his skin as he slid his left hand up along the center of his back.

Oh, it was good. Feeling his husband squirming against him when that thumb flicked over his nipple again for fingers to come together. Pinching it with a tug that had his moan tearing out of him on a shrill note. Ear piercing as he arched to press against that hand eagerly with a squirm of his own. He could burn alive happily with each slick slide of those hips against him. He could only imagine the rolling movement of those hips from a third person perspective. To see the muscles he could feel flexing under his hands.

Movements that were coming faster. Sliding against him with a quiet urgency a wild moan left his husband. And the cry he got against his lips when he raked his nails over his husband's shoulder blades to his lower back was beautiful. It had his stomach knotting as his hips jerked up in a thrust when his mouth fell open. Gasping in a breath that merely allowed for his husband to fly back in with a keening moan. Lips crushing themselves to his again as his teeth ached from the impact but he loves it.

Full lips then opened against his which he was more than eager to open his own wider. Welcoming the touch of that tongue to his. Traveling his hands over that pale skin was a delight. It was a treat he'd been wanting for days. Weeks. He should have brought this up sooner. Done something sooner. His erection twitched when he felt that light, erratic throbbing. There wasn't a trace of pain but that howling voice clawed at the edges of his mind. Shrieked for him to touch just once. To give himself one stroke and he'd stop.

But he knew he wouldn't. Knew it. He bucked his hips up with that urgency as moans flew out of his husband into the kiss. Beautifully loud as that tongue slide against his. Flicking at the ball of his piercing as he squirmed under that heat. Suffocating him. With each urgent slide of that twitching erection against his thigh. Tensing. He slid his tongue against Shouta's with a flick that was returned with a playful flick back. Twisting his tongue with Shouta's as he heard the light click of his piercing off of teeth.

Whose he had not a clue. It was far from important when he had his husband moaning into the kiss. He slid his hands along Shouta's back up then down in a larger caress that had his husband writhing. Giving frantic, frenzied thrusts against his thigh that had him moaning enthusiastically at his husband who whimpered as that tongue massaged itself against his. It was thrilling. Breathless. It wasn't like him to have a low stamina. Not by a long shot with how active their sex life had been before the piercings.

Years had been used to lengthen his stamina by pacing himself. By working at it until he was last much longer than he had as a teenager. But fuck if that throbbing of his erection wasn't driving him crazy. Made him wish he could get there already just to feel the smallest bit of relief. Of satisfaction like his husband had had countless times. Times that he'd give him again, again, again. For he knew that his husband would be insatiable once he was cleared for touching. For blowjobs. He was going to be wrung dry.

And fuck it was an exciting thought. One that had him eager when it would flicker across his mind. Hell, the thought of their work week ahead of them had him excited. Ready to jump out of his own skin with the emotion. Exhilarated at the thought of what his husband would have planned. Would he be dragged into the showers with him again? Would he be thrown onto that shitty twin mattress only to writhe and twist together like this? Rutting and whining until he was exhausted by the time he was picking Eri up?

Or would he be allowed to shove his husband into a bathroom stall? Tucked under a staircase only to drop down to his knees? Hidden under a desk? Being asked to touch him beneath the table? It was a fantasy that had him whining into the kiss in response to a wild, snapping moan leaving his husband. As if he had fantasized aloud for him to hear it. Like Shouta was following along with his thoughts. Hips then changed to angle forward rather than the upright position they'd had despite his bent position.

Changing to thrust consistently against his thigh tearing a keening moan from him. He slid his hands along his waist before sweeping them down. Caressing thighs that jumped and tensed with a whimper into the kiss. The playful flicks and twists with his tongue were slick. A quiet sound that he knew would make Shouta embarrassed later as pants huffed between them. Seeming to alternate frantically between noses and mouths when the chance appeared. He could feel a bead of saliva in the corner of his mouth.

The clammy sweat breaking over his forehead from the heat. The humidity. It was everything he could hope to want. There was an urgency to those slick thrusts as he brushed his palms over trembling thighs. No doubt that fatigue from the previous day's events and running up then downhill all day long. Shouta would be exhausted after this. It had his pants hitching as his erection twitched. Drops of pre-come soaking into the fabric making a wet patch but he could care less. It felt odd to be hard with those piercings.

It was a different sensation but he could handle it. If anything, it had his hips squirming restlessly. Eager to thrust upwards for a source of friction. Pressure. Just like Shouta had been yesterday. Like he was now. It had him twisting against the headboard when he felt a sharp, hard pinch clamping down on his nipple. Squeezing hard, hard, hard until he was wailing into the kiss. Hips jiggling up restlessly before he forced them down as that wail crested up. Loud as it could get with those full lips crushed to his.

That tongue twisting, rubbing and flicking with his. The sharp yank had him writhing as fingers pinched down fiercely on it. So damn hard he swore he could feel the bar running through it. It was a consistent pain that spread over his chest that had his wail cutting off into shrill whimpers. Muffling the whimpers leaving his husband as he slid his tongue eagerly with his. Flicking then undulating it up to rub that bottom ball against the top of Shouta's tongue. It had him hips sliding quickly against him with an eagerness.

There was an excitement at the thought that Shouta was dripping shamelessly onto his thigh. Pre-come smearing onto his thigh with each slick thrust given. It had his erection twitching with that aching throb for something. Anything. He groaned at that erratic throbbing when he jerked to keep his hips down. Down, down, down when he felt fingers releasing his nipple. Moving as if to drop down before stopping itself. He had to stop that temptation for his husband. Had too. He didn't know if it'd be fine to rub through the fabric.

Didn't know if it was perfectly safe to touch himself. Not when there was so much conflicting information and he had yet to hear back from his piercer. He didn't want to risk anything before then. The hand instead pressed to his heaving chest to slide towards his side. Sweeping down in a caress that had him twisting. Squirming with a wild moan that echoed back at him with a flick of that tongue. And then Shouta broke the kiss. It was mortifying to see that thin strand of saliva breaking between them.

He knew it was inevitable yet it had a whine leaving him when Shouta leaned forward again. Pressing frantic kisses over his cheek with those shameless moans of his as hips snapped back and forth slickly. Mimicking a fast back and forth rocking due to the slickness. Full lips were damp whether that was from the kiss or something else, but it thrilled him. Had rasping pants scraping down his throat as he tipped his head back eagerly to welcome those soft lips. There was a light swell to them that had him groaning.

Knew would really puff up by the time they were done. When they were crushing themselves to his again. He shuddered as they fluttered down to press to the frantic pulse point beneath his jaw. Fluttering down his throat in pecking kisses only to nip at his Adam's Apple. God, it was fucking good. Shouta had always been a bit self about his penis. Had always been dissatisfied with it for some reason he couldn't see. Anyone would kill for six inches. Five. Even four. Just because he was an inch bigger meant nothing.

And fuck if he wasn't going to sing those praises for the truth it was. Because what his husband "lacked" in inches, he made up for in thickness. Fuck, he'd always loved it, but he had a knew appreciation for it. A new love for that thickness when that erection was sliding against his thigh. Twitching against it. It felt heavy against him and he couldn't help but feel his mouth water at the silent reminder. The heavy weight on his tongue when he'd happily given his husband blowjob. Oh, he fucking loves it.

To feel admire that thickness silently to himself without his husband waving it off. Embarrassed by it. God, it was his favorite thing in the world. Even now as it slid against his thigh slickly with the aid of lube and pre-come. He'd be lying if he couldn't admit that he'd never thought about how Shouta would feel in him. How he'd have to take care to stretch himself out for Shouta. Knew with how thick he was it'd stretch him good. Oh, he knew he would love it if he got the chance to take it. Knew he'd be a damn fool over it.

It was something he'd tried during that period of college but he'd been freshly sober. Anything and everything felt wrong. Bad. And he'd tried to make it up to Shouta after their brief breakup by bottoming. Trying his hand at it but he couldn't do it then. However, it always remained a possibility in the back of his head. An unspoken fantasy of what it would be like if he had been in a better place. If he had been able to appreciate it like he does now. Did before his alcoholism. Just what would it feel like now?

Would it be painful? Or would that thickness work in his favor? Fill him up better than the vibrator he'd used on himself once? The fingers he'd had from Shouta before? It had him shuddering with a ear-ringing, keening moan tearing itself out of him. Squirming when he felt Shouta's teeth nipping at him before moving to scrape them over the side of his neck. Snapping him right back into the moment as his erection throbbed with that maddening longing. The ache. Shit, all he needed was a little more.

A little more of that hand sliding along his side sending tingles racing under his feverish skin. The feeling of that twitching erection sliding against his thigh slickly as hips moved eagerly. A little more, more, more. Something to shove him towards an orgasm until it was crashing over him inevitably. There was another scrape of teeth over his neck tearing a whimper out of him. He realized his hands had begun gripping onto his husband's thighs. The muscles flexing beneath his grip as knees sank deeply into the mattress.

Causing it to dip on either side of his leg. All to allow his husband to rut against him desperately. Like he was nothing more than an animal in heat trying to get it out of himself. As if he were merely a toy, a pillow, for his husband to get off with. TO grind, slide and thrust against as he moaned into his neck. Huffing out his pants as hips jerked to slide himself quickly. Pressing down firmly as if to drag his taint against him when he could. Anything to get himself off on his thigh along. A toy to be used up and cast aside.

It had him moaning deafeningly as he moved his hands to slide inward. Until he was managing to graze his fingertips over the sensitive areas of his husband's inner thighs. A whimper dying in its tracks crested up into a keening moan into his throat when teeth nipped at him again. Nails clawing at his shoulder had him groaning as he squirmed restlessly. God, he'd give anything for that rough hand on him. Shouta had always been amazing at hand jobs once he'd begun to get the hang of it. He fucking loved it.

And fuck him if he could do anything for that shaking hand caressing his side to dip do wn. To pull at his shorts and force the wet fabric clinging to the head of his erection away from it. To grip him with that pressure to get his toes curling. Howling as he was stroked to an orgasm. He'd do anything to have it. A keening whimpering had him twitching when Shouta moaned at him. A note of discomfort when he realized it was his own whimper. Far too shrill. Too high. It had been awhile since they'd done anything sexual.

Since he slipped up with his quirk no matter how brief. It was enough time for his husband to grow desensitized in a casual setting to his quirk. He swallowed to gain that control over his quirk only for an ecstatic moan to rip out of him when nails dragged down his sides. It was hard to tell but he could swear those thrusts were coming faster. Slick in their blinding speed as pants raced and stuttered in uneven hitches against his throat. Pressing down harder against his thigh with moans flying out of his husband.

The hand on his shoulder moved up to lightly caress the edge of his ear. Careful of his hearing aids but it got him squirming. Writhing with a gasp at the tingles it sent down his back in addition to that hand caressing his side. His ears had always been a point of sensitivity. Something that sent tingles down his back that pooled into arousal. He had not a clue why that was. If it was due to the damage done that had left him deaf or purely chance. He never questioned it and he wouldn't start questioning it now.

He shuddered with a keening whine leaving him as fingers drifted over it. However, he knew it should have been clear it was a faint distraction. Should have. A shout left him when teeth dug into the side of his neck. Cresting up into a howl when nails clawed down his side once more with a firm press. His quirk flickered to life as that howl bounced off of the walls back at him. A volume with a frequency that had the frames above them on the wall rattling from the vibrations. The TV creaked as it wobbled lightly.

Shouta tapped at his side with a growl of warning that had him snapping his mouth shut. Teeth clicked together only for him to gnash them with a tightening of his jaw. Bucking when his husband began to suck fervently at that spot his teeth dug into. A blunt pain had his lashes fluttering with that threat of rolling back. Had him squirming with each keening moan that broke out of his husband that vibrated over his shoulder. But oh, those guttural throatier groans had him writhing when they vibrated over him.

God, the tingles and vibrations were driving him insane. The pleasure twisting tightly in his stomach that had his hips squirming restlessly. Twitching up only to be forced down. Uneven, ragged pants rasped down his throat leaving it dry. Aching. Hissed between his clenched teeth as he felt that erection sliding against his thigh give a twitch. He wished he could look. Could see it all but with his head tipped back he knew it was no good. He was burning, burning, burning. Lit aflame from a request of his own.

Something that he chose while knowing he'd have no respite. Not with his hands. It had him wondering if this was the same emotion his husband felt yesterday. Wanting it. Needing it. Just one touch. One orgasm after so long. It had him shuddering when he moaned at the fervent, frantic suckling at his neck. At the deep, blunt pain of those teeth digging into him. He'd let Shouta litter his throat with hickey's every day if he had it his way. He didn't care what anyone thought if they couldn't see them.

And if they did? He had makeup which meant he could always cover them up. He knew it wasn't a rational idea for Shouta given the capture weapon would rub them away but fuck it was thrilling to think about. Teeth dug in for a fierce dig before another hard suck was given to the spot before lifting away. Releasing its hold on him yet surprisingly that head didn't raise up. Instead, his husband seemed to tuck his face into his throat as he panted raggedly. Cracking heaves as hips thrusted frantically against him.

Fuck him, did he want more, more, more. Wanted more of that pleasure tingling through. It threatened to rock in his spot with the force behind the speed and firm press of those thrusts. He could let Shouta get off on him no matter how he wanted it. Any time of the day, he'd fucking do it. There was an urgency, however, behind those thrusts. In slick drag of his erections and the firm press he knew was more for his taint and balls. It took a mere second for him to finally feel it. And it had heat ripping up his back.

That faint throbbing to that twitching erection. The periodic flex to trembling thighs. Close. Shouta was close and it had him moaning in time with his husband. He moved his hands from their positions on shaking thighs up to his waist. Sweeping up his waist where he straightened his head up. Looking down with that heat ripping into him at the sight of those hips working frantically to slide against his thigh. Frenzied with frantic huffs leaving his husband so close to his ear. Thrusting against him slickly with trembling thighs.

It was a shamelessness that he fucking loves to see in his husband. When nothing mattered but that oncoming orgasm. The heat. It had his blood boiling in his veins with an intensity that had him whimpering desperately. His hips jumping up when he got a whimper back that broke up the moans and groans spilling out of his husband. Fuck, he could take this heat simmering under his skin. Boiling him. He felt a hand drop down to grip his right thigh with a tight grip. Nails digging into the skin with a blunt pain.

It had him moaning at his husband when that grip continued to tighten. As if fighting the urge to reach for him. Providing comfort. It would only take a little more. Just a little more. God, what did he need? His erection was all too happy in keeping up that maddening throb. Aching, aching, aching until he felt like howling. Ripping his hair out of his own head for something. He wanted to come already but how did he do it? He didn't have the vibrator. No toys. Nothing. All he needed so desperately was a little more of something.

Thighs tightened around his when nails clawed at his thigh tearing a low moan out of him as he slid his left arm up to curve over his back. Pulling wild black locks away from Shouta's shoulder and face where it had spilled over getting him a whimper. "Yo-You close, baby? Go-Gonna make a mess all ov-over me? You want me t-to help you? Give you a little more, baby?"

"Please! Please, please! I just- Mmm! Need a little more! Fuck, Zashi! Ah! You're s-so fuckin' hard! Wha-What do I- Nnnghn! Ah! Ah! Shit! Zashi, Zashi, I wa-want you to cum with me! Please? Ca-Can you cum with me? It's no-not fair! 'm the only one cu-cumming so far! I want it wi-with you! Wan-Want you to feel good! Ah!"

Shifting his foot, the blanket rustling lightly as he then dug it into the mattress firmly. Bouncing his leg beneath Shouta in time with those frantic thrusts earning him a keening moan as he squirmed. Twisting against him as he tightened his arm around his back. Skin slick with sweat had his heart pounding as pants huffed in gasps against his throat. "Ta-Talk to me, baby? I want you to te-tell me what you'd do to me! Be fuckin' dirty with it, baby! Think of it as pr-practice! Make me cum wi-with your voice? Please, baby?"

He knew dirty talk didn't come so effortlessly for Shouta when it had to be thought out rather than in the moment. There was a whimper when hips pressed down against him firmly tearing a moan out of him as he squeezed the black locks in his hand. "I-I want to fuckin' choke myself on your cock! Want you to grab my hair an-and fuck my mouth! Make my throat hurt! An-And I wanna ride you! Ride you so go-good! You'll feel so good i-in me after so long! I-I'd fuck myself on you all night long! "

"Wh-What else, baby? C'mon, don't ge-get shy on me now! I- Mm! Wanna hear it! Tell me how would you do it? Ho-How would you fuck yourself on my co-cock, baby? Fast? Slow? I-I bet you'd do it hard wouldn't you?" Oh, it got him a breathless, huffing moan from his husband. It was a work of art to see those hips flying over his thigh. A maddening back and forth that had him moaning. "I be-bet you'd break my damn cock in half wi-with how tight you are, wouldn't you? Stran-Strangle it good!"

"Yes! Yes, I would! Fu-Fuckin' want you so bad! So bad! I wan-want you in me! Wanna feel you ru-rubbing in me! Ne-Need you in me now! God, I want you! Need it so fu-fuckin' bad! I-I'd ride you h-hhhard! So ha-hard! Fast! I wa-want you to pin me down! Sh-Shove my legs up and fuckin' pound me in the bed! The wall! I-I wouldn't let us leave the fuckin' parking lot of the pl-place! Let you fuck me in the backseat 'ca-cause I wou-wouldn't wait! Don't wanna wait! God, please! Please, please, please! Fuck me, Zashi, please!"

"I will! Soon, baby, soon! Fuck! I just- Mmm! Nnn, I wa-want you to touch me, baby! Wa-want you too! So bad! I-I'll fuckin' choke you with my cock! Make you f-fffuckin' gag on it! I bet yo-you'll love feelin' the piercings on your tongue, won't you? Feel'em as I push in you? Rubbin' inside you? Ah! Ah, Shouta, baby, I promise! Pro-Promise I'll give it to you! Go-God, look at you! Goin' to fucking town on my thigh, huh? Making a mess outta me! You gonna cum on me, baby? Show me ho-how much you want me?"

"Yes! Yes, yes, God, yes, Zashi! Ah! Hnn! So good! I want you to fuck me so good! Mmmmn! Cu-Cum with me, please! Please! I wan-want it all over me! In me! I want- Ah! Oh! Ohhh, fuck me, Zashi! Please! I ne-need you so bad! So bad! Can't take thi-this anymore! Hnnng! I just- Mmm! Fa-Faster! Bounce it fa- Fuck, yes! Yes, like that! Close! 'm close! A-Ah! Zashi, Zashi, Zashi! Love you! I love you! Please, please, please, please-!"

It was suffocating. His face was uncomfortably hot much like his throat but he'd be damned if it told his husband to move. He clung onto the squirming black-haired man desperately as those hips jumped eagerly. Moaning at him enthusiastically when he bounced his leg faster. It sent shivers down his back to move in compliance with that wailed plea. Hips slid frantically as that twitching erection rubbed against his thigh firmly. Slick as it throbbed against him that had his own erection twitching with a silent demand.

Screaming to be touched as he squeezed his eyes shut with a huffing pants raking down his throat. His chest ached from the heaving but fuck he was close. So close he could fucking taste it. Because he could see it. See that image his husband had painted for him to use even if the words weren't all too colorful. They got him burning up. Hot for those wailed words against his throat were the truth. He could hear the longing, need, frustration and want in them. An array of emotions that tugged at him.

Had him aching down to his bones in response. It was only soothed because he could imagine beautifully that picture Shouta had painted. There was an eagerness attached to those images as he moaned out in unison with his husband. He always loved twisting his fingers up in those wild black locks during a blowjob. When he'd yank and shove his head along his erection as tears glistened on black lashes. Nails biting into his thighs. He had been so worried about even the slightest hint of breath play with Shouta.

Choking him. But he'd do anything, anything, anything to get a blowjob from him. To slam and grind his hips against those full lips as his husband swallowed around him. Even the roll of his hips was mesmerizing when he rode him. He could watch him all day. It was hard to take his eyes off of Shouta when he was on top of him. And God knows he could imagine now the impacts on his pelvis, his lap, from Shouta's bouncing. The wails he'd get from his husband. How hard would it be? How fast? Would he make the bed move?

Make him bounce if it was on the couch? Would he really be so tight he couldn't move? Grip him that tightly? It had him aching with a wild moan tearing out of him. He'd give Shouta whatever he wanted. He'd shove his legs up to his shoulders and fuck him as soon as he could. He'd take that control if Shouta wanted him too and he'd do it gratefully. He would gladly pound his husband until he was limping. Until Shouta was limping. A breathless shout had him jolting out of his thoughts with a gasp. And he could feel it.

A tight coiling in his lower stomach burning hot, hot, hot as Shouta's thrusts came clumsy. Desperate as they lost their rhythm when he jackhammered his leg up beneath his husband to match the wild thrusts. The throbbing erection sliding against his thigh with thighs squeezing around his tightly. Flexing as huffing, gasping moans left his husband. Airy. Nails dug into his thigh and shoulder as hands shook. It had his own pants shortening on huffs as his hips jerked up ruining a bounce of his leg he wanted to give.

But God, he was so close, close, close. It was disgusting the wet patch soaking into his shorts. Should be shameful how much was soaking into the fabric that dripped out of him. So unbearably excited but it was nothing compared to what he'd be facing in minutes. Seconds. It was easy to ignore the way they clung onto his erection annoyingly when he felt nails dragging at him. Clawing over his skin leaving burning lines behind had his skin ripping with heat. That throbbing, twitching erection sliding against him.

Again, again, again had him shouting. It was all cresting to a painful twist in his stomach. He swore he didn't have a degradation kink but the idea he was being used? Nothing more than a thing for Shouta to get his rocks off? Oh, it was doing something so good for him. Just as it had every other time he'd had Shouta thrusting against him. Grinding against him. Yanking at his ass to get him to thrust against the black-haired man. His thighs tensed before jerking apart when he heard Shouta crying out into his throat.

Stiffening as he clawed at the back of his husband's shoulder subconsciously as his thighs tensed up on him. The muscles in his stomach flexing tightly as that tight coiling in his stomach twisted tight, tight, tight. Couldn't take it anymore. He'd tried so hard to keep himself on the edge yesterday. Ignoring it the best he could but tonight he just couldn't. Couldn't take it anymore. Couldn't ignore it anymore. Throwing his head back, he snapped his mouth shut to gnash his teeth together. Clenching his jaw tightly.

It was startling the guttural, snapping growl that ripped out of him when Shouta's cry strangled itself. Hips jerking frantically as he tensed up against him with nails digging into him. Done, done, done. He was done. His toes curled tightly on the blanket as that orgasm finally snapped. A rush of white hot heat that had his hips jumping off the bed desperately when his jaw dropped despite his best attempt to keep it tight. A choked, breathless cry snapping its way out of him. Trembling on its way out as he stiffened.

He could feel the hot spurts hitting his trembling thigh. He gasped in a heaving breath before holding it down in his chest. Anything to get through the waves hitting him. It throbbed though him with an intensity that had his cry choking off. A croak. His erection throbbed viciously with each spurt leaving him. It was intense. Blinding. Hell, he was half convinced it was pulsing through him. No throb could be that intense. Is that how it was for Shouta? So good? He was surprised by the sting in the corner of his eyes.

Was it simply because of how long it had been? Because this was the very first time he'd come in weeks? It was hard to remember properly. If it was always this maddening. It had him bucking up desperately when he felt Shouta shaking against him. Nails digging into him as he trembled through his orgasm. Holding himself tense as it seemed to take its sweet time rushing out of him. It was an agonizing type of orgasm. Something that should be impossible. To come alone with nothing. No vibrators.

No toys. Just his husband rutting against his thigh with vulgar words wailed breathlessly into his throat. He realized he held the black locks of hair tightly in his hand that he pinned to Shouta's shoulder. A taut pull that had the man whimpering as he found himself slumping against the headboard. Heaving in pants to soothe his lungs that screamed for more, more, more. His legs shook in that aftermath that had robbed him of his breath. Robbed of any sense when he let the leg his husband straddled fall to the bed.

Could feel Shouta shifting against him as he shook in the aftermath of it. God, it was awful. Amazing. His erection was softening slightly yet he couldn't deny that twisting want for more. He wanted another orgasm right now. Wanted it so bad but God knows his husband couldn't handle another one so soon. N ot after yesterday. The poor man already looked chaffed earlier before he'd climbed onto his leg. The last thing he wanted was it make it worse. He dropped his hips back down to the bed with a shaking breath.

And then hands were moving. The hand on his shoulder came up to weave into his hair gently as the one on his thigh lifted up to touch his hot cheek. Shouta's head lifted off his shoulder prompting him to release his shoulder. Shivering when lips began to attack his jaw with peppered kisses. His hot cheek to which he delightedly returned the pecking kisses. The nuzzles of their cheeks where the stubble of Shouta's cheek scratched against his own. He didn't care. He would take every bit of affection he could.

Lips came down on his in a sweet, smoldering kiss that created a stab of that desire. That heat. It smoldered out when it became softer. Breathless but fuck if it didn't pull at his heart as that thumb moved over his sweaty cheek. His heart pounding against his chest left him feeling sick when lips lifted from his only to give a peck. Then another. And a third one when he leaned in to catch those lips on a fourth peck he happily deepened. He slid his hands down Shouta's back slickly as he marveled at the thin sheen of sweat.

He rolled his fingers into his lower back only to find tense muscles trembling. Threatening to knot up into a cramp no doubt. Lips moved against his with a breathless sweetness that had his stomach fluttering. He squeezed his arms around Shouta who slid forward with a slick little sound. The arm around his shoulder tightened the kiss was broken as Shouta's thumb stroked his hot cheek. And then his head was tucking itself beneath his chin. He had not a problem with the position as he peppered kisses to the top of his head.

Receiving soft kisses over his throat before his husband was nuzzling his throat again. Curling into him with the hand on his cheek lifting away as he happily squeezed the man tightly to his chest. That arm stretching out to curl around his shoulders with fingers tugging through his hair gently. he curled into him with the hand on his cheek moving. Something he was more than happy to return but rubbing circles into his lower back. Nuzzling his cheek to his husband's hair that held to it the faint scent to it.

He buried his face into the locks as he got another nuzzle to his throat. He didn't want to move. Didn't want to climb off the bed yet. Even if that sticky wetness of his shorts clinging onto him had unpleasant chills running over him. He didn't want to move yet but he had too. Had to get them ready for bed so his husband could pack his duffel for tomorrow. They had to get in the shower and his husband needed his pills. It had him groaning when he began to shuffle towards the edge of the bed slowly.

Shouta groaned into his throat as he pressed his face into his throat. Tightening his arms around him when he reached the edge of the bed. Grunting when he managed to swing his legs over the side of the bed with a huffing breath. Only to have Shouta's dangling left leg lift up to curl around his waist. A shiver ran down his back at the huffing pants against his throat paired with the scratch of his stubble. He sighed as he rubbed his husband's lower back. Sweeping his hands up his slick back then down it in a circuit.

"Sh-Shouta, baby, we gotta get cle-cleaned up!" Those cracking, ragged breaths fed into another groan as his husband began to pull backwards. Sitting back before climbing off of his lap all together much to his disappointment but the shake to those legs hand him reaching out. Holding onto his husband's waist. "Yo-You wanna go start the sho-shower for me? Or-Or do you wanna sta-stay here and ca-catch your breath? Ei-either way I'll m-mmmake sure the bed is clean so we can climb in after!"

"I go-gotta pack my bag anyways." He tightened his grip when Shouta swayed on his feet when hands reached down to touch the backs of his hands lightly prompting him to look at that flushed face. The sparkle of excitement he caught before those dark eyes flickered away. "I can go sta-start the shower for us. It-It'll give me a cha-chance to get your saline so-soak ready for your pie-piercings after you cle-clean'em. But di-did you-? I mean, did you fi-finish?"

It felt like Shouta was fishing. Trying to see if he did something right. Was it perhaps for the same ego stroke he'd gotten yesterday? Knowing he could get Shouta off effortlessly with his hands and mouth? Did he want that same assurance? It had his lips tipping up into a smile as he tugged his husband forward. He stumbled between his legs when he nuzzled his face into his stomach. He tipped his head back as he wrapped his arms around his waist. "Yeah! I-I finished, baby! You're voi-voice sure can get me off!"

There it was! A flicker as that pride glowed in those dark eyes as they darted to him then away again. A smile curled over full lips that had him squeezing his husband's waist as he rested his hands against his slick back. "Good. I-I shouldn't be the only o-one getting off, you know? It's no-not exactly fair you edge yo-yourself for my sake. I-If you're fine with helping all of thi-this with oral and such then the least I can do is he-help get you off when I can, you know? I don't wanna be se-selfish."

"And you're not! Baby, you are the least selfish be-between us, you know that? Do-Don't feel that way just because you ca-can't give me oral or anything back, okay? It'll be my turn soon enough!" Dark eyes locked back onto him when he rubbed at his husband's lower back before kissing his stomach softly. "Now you shou-should take your pants off before you fall on your ass, yeah? I do-don't want you to get hurt, baby!"

"Mmmn, forgot about'em." A low mumble when his husband held onto his shoulders to kick at his pajama pants. Kicking himself free with a wobble before fingers rubbed at his shoulders gently prompting him to look up at his husband again. Finding a hesitant look pinching at that flushed face as Shouta shuffled. Shifting his weight from foot to foot. "I- Do you mean that? That it'll be your turn so-soon enough?"

He blinked up at his husband before he smiled. A bead of sweat slithered down his cheek as he then kissed Shouta's stomach again causing the muscles to quiver weakly. He pulled back in time to catch the small twitch to his husband's dick when he then slid his hands down as he leaned back. Moving his arms from around Shouta's waist. "Oh, I mean it! Soon en-enough it'll happen! I'll happily help you until then! But we should really jump in the shower 'cause I don't want this to dry to the piercings and cr-crust."

"Ye-Yeah, I'll go jump on that now." Shouta stepped back slowly with a hesitant look pinching at his face when he slid his hands along his waist. And then a soft smile curled over Shouta's lips when he caught his hands to squeeze those fingers. The rough feel of his husband's scarred fingers in his own. So many small scars they could over look. Forget about. Bringing his hand up, he kissed his husband's knuckles softly. "I love you, Zashi."

Oh, it melted him to his core. The huskiness as his husband lowered his voice to that softer pitch. A subconscious effect he knew his husband didn't realize he did when say it but he fucking loves it. His pounding heart skipped as his stomach fluttered viciously with the threat of making him sick. "I lo-love you too, baby! So fucking much. Now, let's go get clean, yeah? You deserve a break after ev-everything you did this weekend."

"Yeah. I'll make it u-up to you when you get cleared, Zashi. I promise."

"No need to say it like it's owed, baby. I know you'll giv-give me the time of my life just like you always do. And I look forward to when it happens, baby. Trust me."