Fifty Darker Shades of EraserMic

by CrypticBeans

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

22. Empty Me

Shouta was hardly what he'd call a shy man. At least, not in recent times. That was, truthfully, something he could thank and accredit to his husband. The persistent chipping that had been done to him over the years screamed of that dedication to work his walls down. To get them weak enough each time he built a new one that it crumbled down. His foundation built on a fortitude of icy indifference had long since become malleable and warm. It had taken a decade of chipping away at it for him to become so relaxed.

As comfortable around the blonde as he had. However, confidence was not something that could be forced into him. Boldness was not something he could be handed. While he had not a doubt that Hizashi found him attractive, there was a reserved part of him that had lingered. Held him in a strangle hold. He knew that reserved nature of his had merely been a biproduct of his environment when he was growing up. A result of his mother's hot and cold treatment to him during those developmental years.

It had been a hinderance; that much he could see now when compared to how open he was with his confidence. His boldness. Especially in the bedroom. It had taken them four years into their relationship to grow so vocal with the blonde. To grow confident enough to know it wouldn't be held against him how loud he got. The sounds he made were utterly mortifying yet merely lit a fire in his husband. He'd had years of his mother speaking in his ear about sex as a whole in the hopes of making it bland.

To give him disinterest in an "in and out" manner when she'd sat him down for that mortifying talk when he was thirteen going on fourteen. When he'd come out as gay to her, out of curtesy rather than respect, he'd begun getting pamphlets on gay sex and STD's. It had been mortifying to be treated in the same manner as his younger sister in terms of what "boys want" and how he should see bedroom life. It was irony coming from a woman who would shamelessly make out with her husband on the living room couch.

It was only in his relationship with Hizashi that he truly had the flaws in his mother's teachings shown clearly for him. Had him aware of his reserved nature when he'd seen how terrified the blonde had been that afternoon in his family home to put his arm around his waist. How long it took him to get comfortable in pecking his cheek first thing in the morning. He'd hardly been the most confident man in his life due to his mother's poison dripped in his ear about being modest. About blending in. Hiding.

And yet the longer he spent with the blonde and interacted with his family it proved to make him painfully aware just how right he'd been about his own mother's approach to life. To sex as a whole. To the stigmas he'd been raised around. It had awed him that first night he'd had sex with Hizashi. That, despite that initial pain, he'd been led to believe it was something shameful. Disgusting. To think he was to treat it coldly with that disinterested mentality his mother had. That he could have ever found it disgusting.

His husband had spent years had been spent chipping away at his reserved manner until he could view sex with that open view. Years that his husband had spent actively working to help him view it all with a new perspective that had truly worked in their favor. Had made their bedroom life better once he had begun growing confident. Bold. When he'd gotten used to the routine to know what was coming and relished in the heat Hizashi held when he made a confident or even bold move when it came to initiating.

However, he couldn't deny that he had always thought he'd completely rid himself of that reserved nature. That he had been open and fluid with the way their bedroom life worked. However, their first challenge had proved just how reserved he had truly been despite the years spent together. Surprised at just how shy he had truly been when it came to broadening their horizons the further into that first challenge. It was awe worthy how long it took to for him to be so comfortable with the first challenge at a whole.

The budding confidence that had taken its sweet time coming to fruition. That old boldness clawing to the surface when they had begun to dive into his exhibitionism inch by inch. He could still recall the sparkle to those green eyes of his husband's with each confident declaration of what he wanted from the list. What he wanted to do that night together. And this was proving to be the same for them. Shyness, he knew, didn't go away on its own. To be reserved, however, was something he could most definitely work through.

But that odd hesitation, that shyness, over bringing up something with his husband remained stronger than anything. The fear that he'd say something wrong or want something so utterly disgusting that his husband would balk. Judge him for it. It was a fear that they both had come together to talk out with one another. They had laid something out on the table the following morning after Hizashi's request to try watersports. It wasn't a fear that simply went away. It wasn't something that could be settled all at once.

It wasn't something that could be simply solved. To be kissed, cuddled, and talked away until the other was relaxed and soothed for the moment. It wasn't something that was to be waved away just for the sake of sex or to live out a long time rooted fantasy. It was a conversation that they had touched upon together in a lengthy sit down moment together. Something he knew had been held with the weight of it, yet it was hard to shake off old reactions. Old, bad habits of his. However, he had to admit he saw it.

That the difference in himself over the years he'd spent with his husband. In the past year alone. He could see it in himself in smaller moments together. No matter how simple it was whether it was walking out in a towel or without one or to let his husband's hands slide over him before the mirror. The confidence in touching his husband that had truly come to bloom in the early five weeks of his husband's recovery. How absolutely prideful he'd been that he could get this man off with his voice and his hands.

With a few erogenous zones. It was no surprise that his confidence, his boldness, would spill over into other areas of his life. While it could do with some encouragement with their sex life, to know that he could talk to his husband freely about his wants? To speak out loud about long rooted fantasies and desires from their earlier years without facing disgust? To be faced with nothing like the balked reactions he'd expect to have? It was a breath of fresh air he didn't know he needed to see his husband take it smoothly.

To let out the breath he hadn't known he was holding all of these years until last year when fantasy after fantasy had begun spilling out of them. Shared with those bashful, nervous reactions that the other would fly off the handle. That they would find the other outrageous or disgusting with those desires. God knows if they had chosen to do such a thing in their youth it could have opened many doors for them. Or how it could have backfired horribly with the poisonous believes his mother dripped in his ear for so many years.

The reserved, shy nature he'd had back then that had refused to let himself breathe a sound during sex. So many years spent holding those moans and groans down for the sheer embarrassment of it all despite the arousal in hearing his husband be so vocal. It had been absolutely mortifying back then so God knows how his younger self would have reacted to such a challenge as these were. Even now, at times, he did find himself surprised he had ever agreed to such sex challenges. But he was over the moon he agreed.

He'd be a damn liar if he didn't say that he was absolutely grateful he'd agreed to them. That he'd let his world expand so much and continued to let it do so. That he had not only discovered more about himself than he thought but he had discovered more about his husband both in the first and this current challenge of theirs. There was something aweing to the thought that he had more to learn about his husband sexually. His interests. His likes. It was something that kept him curious when it came to his husband.

Curious to find out how much more he could discover about the loud man. How much more had been buried down over the past sixteen years together. It was absolutely fascinating how everything they had now he was taking in stride. They, of course, held a few moments of hesitation kept them from going fully in right away. That would never die but it was better than holding it down for years. While he'd certainly had his times of holding it down for weeks in favor of something that would be seen as better.

And he had done well. Had been speaking up when his husband did, and he was more than delighted to have his husband come to him with his choices. To see the excitement sparkling in his eyes as blonde lashes when they widened ever so slightly at him. That hopeful smile on his lips that had his stupid mustache twitching over his upper lip. The spots of pink that would bloom over his freckled cheeks. It was a look he had long since come to adore and one he found to be a comfort when he was voicing his choice.

But with this most recent curiosity he had not a clue where to start. After all, how did he go up to his husband to say he was interested in trying enemas? Enemas, from what he had heard throughout his life, weren't ideal. They weren't a "pleasant" thought to those around him for many years whenever the word had been brought up. While Hizashi had never spoken negatively on them, it was still odd. Strange to go up to his husband with the assurances he'd cleaned himself out completely? To say he wanted to go through it?

Wanted to hold it until he didn't he have a choice? It was a disgusting request. One that, quite truthfully, he would understand if his husband reacted negatively too. He couldn't say that he had ever thought of enemas as a pleasurable thing. They had always been the bane of most peoples lives that often were spoken in the same breath as colonoscopies. Constipation. It wasn't an arousing thought to have a water or solution cleaning out his colon. To feel the pressure, he'd read about online or to be filled that way.

There were no assurances he'd get everything, and God knows he didn't want to deal with any clean up accidents with his husband. It was a mortifying thought. That he made a true mess before his husband similar to that night he had the runs. When he hadn't quite made it in time and had scrubbed the bathroom floor and toilet for an hour until Hizashi convinced him it was okay. Nothing about that scenario nor the imagined one with enemas would make it okay. And yet he wanted to try. It was an awful feeling.

To fear something disgusting happening yet wanting to try his hand at it. He didn't see the sexual appeal to it, yet he was willing to try. The worst thing he could ever do was not try something. Even if the idea had him set on edge with the worry something would go wrong as often than not something could go wrong. While he hadn't breathed a word of it to his husband after their hand at sploshing, he'd been curious. Enough so to curl up away from Hizashi as he snored deafeningly, to research enemas.

His first round of information he'd found himself confronted was what he expected to find. The common unspoken knowledge when it came to an enema that he had already heard be passed around throughout the years. It was nothing new. And yet he wanted to research it. To learn the ins and outs of how to do an enema properly. What solutions could or couldn't use until he was climbing out of bed to shuffle into the kitchen. Sitting on the counter with a cup of water he sipped idly while tapping on articles.

Ones that hinted at to be sexual in nature which is what he had wanted. It had been an interesting way to spend his Saturday night until his husband came shuffling into the kitchen bleary eyed. Calling for him in that low pitch as he fussed with a singular hearing aid in his ear with that worry in his husky voice. After handing over his half-drunk water glass, he had decided to put off his research on enemas until the next night or during his stay at the dorms. It was an odd thing to be searching for something.

To be curious about the very thing others seemed to shy away from. To be reading the unlimited knowledge he had at the tips of his fingers about enemas. When Hizashi had decided to take Eri out for a "Daddy Daughter Day" he hadn't protested when the girl had been bouncing on her toes as she yanked at Hizashi's hand. He had spent the afternoon researching enemas in his husband's absence. It had been startling how confidently he had typed in what he needed to know about enemas into his private browser.

Tapping on a few remaining blue articles to read all he could until his page was filled with purple link after purple link. He'd had his notepad open with small notes here and there written down within it, but the information was frustrating when it felt as if he had been hitting walls. Running in circles with the same information, both medically and sexually, being repeated to him in different manners. Split up, pieced together, and written out in different ways but it all chalked down to the same thing that left him irritated.

It was only after Eri had been walked through the final steps of her bedtime routine that he'd made up his mind. Waiting for the blonde to come back down after tucking Eri into bed, he'd felt awful springing it on the man the second he was in the bedroom. It had been comical the way his mouth had dropped open with brows shooting up on his forehead. Blonde lashes fluttering with fast blinks before they were widening at him. How brows then came together as he rambled on to the man as the surprise gave way for that confusion.

Curiosity. It had felt truly as if he were coming from left field with this new shiny thing. Hidden to himself before bringing it up to his husband. To be kneeling on the bed with his husband wavering on his feet by the doors of their bedroom. Bewildered. Hands pressed to their closed doors as Cappella and Sterling wound lazily around his calves while he rambled on about what he had found. What he knew off the top of his head. Everything he had to go off he'd rattled off to the surprised blonde until he caught that familiar spark of curiosity.

Of interest to try something that most certainly was not in the norm of most people's interests. It was then that his husband had flown across the room with the promise of emailing their go-to sex therapist for an appointment to be made. To cover their bases and have a plan set up for the actual event itself. And he couldn't shake the fear that there was something missing that he hadn't noticed. However, Hizashi seemed curious enough. Questioning him back and forth for the remainder of that Sunday night.

The following Monday night he had thrown himself into the research. Finding everything possible that he could find on enemas once he was in his room for the night. Texting with Hizashi during their "research" until they had come to the same conclusion. They were gathering all they needed to know in general about enemas. Information shared back and forth was identical to one another leaving them frustrated. Hitting a wall he had been hoping to avoid when he inevitably looped his husband in on this.

On the Tuesday following their sploshing, he'd found a text from Hizashi with a date and time for thier appointment with the sex therapist. Set for the Thursday afternoon of his return home. He'd never been happier that Hizashi had gotten them an appointment so soon given how shortly timed it was. After all, they'd been told impromptu appointments were more than likely to be unsuccessful in gaining yet the woman always seemed available. Ready to walk them through their newest interest to try in the bedroom.

A discussion that, while mortifying, had always left him calmer. Confident. And, surprisingly, he found the appointment to be less mortifying than he'd expected it to be. There had always been a reserved part of him remaining that had been embarrassed beyond belief at these appointments. Mortified. It had led to him sitting by his husband's side countless times with a red face when he was roped into the conversation. This time, however, he had found that while his face had indeed gone hot quite a few times.

An unflattering, blotchy red he caught in the camera but he also found that it was manageable. Bearable. To hear the information given back to them that they'd found online only to be added with safety precautions. Recommendations on kits they could find and God knows it had him mortified to talk about it. To be so open about it but it had soothed any worries left behind about the topic. And by the end of their appointment, his husband had a plan in mind that put an unmistakable sparkle to that gaze.

The unmistakably delighted smile on his face that had his heart jumping to his throat at the sight of it. He didn't think for a moment his husband would be so enthusiastic about something that would be disgusting to any other person. Any other rational person but his husband had given him that same old line. If he liked it, or thought he might like it, then there didn't need to be a fleshed out reason. That he didn't have to do anything other than like it and the blonde would do his best to accommodate this new like of his.

All he had to do was tell him. While he wasn't the type to be "mushy and gushy" as his husband put it, it was heartwarming to hear it. Repetitive, annoying and old but still tugged at his heart strings just enough to get him to relax. To feel confident in his choice that afternoon following their appointment with the therapist. Putting together a game plan and day or night they wanted to throw their hat in the ring with this choice. After the impromptu hand at sploshing, he wanted to take his time with this.

Wanted to work to flesh it out like they had with other choices. He wanted this to feel good no matter how odd it was to say it in reference to an enema. And so, with their plan set in place with the advice from the therapist, they planned it for the weekend. When Eri had her back-to-back sleepover with "Aunty Nem" as she was lovingly referred to as for the weekend. She'd be leaving bright and early Saturday for a day out with the woman which worked out perfectly. All of it would work out as the blonde had assured him.

And so, he did his best to prepare for the enema the best he could in the days ahead. In preparation for Sunday when they'd go through with their plan. Flushing his system out as thoroughly as he could within reason to avoid any turn of event that was unwanted. To do his best to keep it from possibly being disgusting when he was hoping it to go the way he wanted it too. The hope remained ambiguous to himself but the root was to hope it would end the way he wanted it too. For it to be something they could possibly enjoy.

Three days spent trying to flush his system out the best he could with Hizashi fussing over him wasn't the way he imagined it going but he'd dealt with worse. Much worse. Emptying himself out as close to completely as he could in a single day or night without a hospital trip or worrisome doctor's appointment was his goal. He could only cross his fingers that everything possible was flushed out of him when it came time to flesh out their idea. Something they had been going back and forth, back and forth.

The same conversation being had between them in those three days of preparation. A conversation Hizashi used to try and pull specifics out of him to keep in him. What he wanted versus what he didn't want. What touches he wanted versus what would make it worse. Everything they could cover before Saturday had been the goal for his husband to make comfort his absolute priority. To be clear on their roles together and the rules implemented. From there, it was merely two days of clearing himself out.

Three days of feeding into that quiet curiosity that was melting into the excitement he had long since become familiar with. Three days to give him time to think about it. To back out if need be. After all, it wasn't going to be pleasant no matter how much he wanted it to go well for them. There was always a chance going into these things that it would backfire. That he wouldn't immediately fall in love with it no matter the pleasure it brought. And yet he had not a fear about going through with it. Not a drop of hesitation.

Sitting on the end of their bed, he could say he happily felt no hesitation yet there was a bit of worry. Just as there had been when he first mentioned it to his husband. Shifting in his spot, his feet slid over the carpet when he let his gaze flick to the bathroom door. Hanging halfway open, he could hear the rip of packets being open over the rushing water in the sink. The light slap of feet as Hizashi rushed about the small area to prepare it for him. The creak of the cabinet doors beneath the sink to grab at towels.

Preemptively for their shower afterwards and to lay out over the floor. Swallowing with another squirm in his spot, he shifted his feet closer to him rather than the outstretched placement he had them in. Tearing his gaze away from the bathroom door to the bed next to him. While they had been told and read that a typical enema was held for thirty minutes for results. An hour from what he had read for some to use but his use of the enema wasn't what others used it for. But they had agreed that long wasn't needed.

Not unless they drew out their foreplay together which had been a problem, they'd worked out effortlessly. Like last year with the plugs, they'd pour the solution in and put a plug in so he wouldn't be left on the bathroom floor. A simple solution for a simple problem. Squirming in his spot once again, he let his gaze flick next to him to the lube, wipes, and condom sitting on the blanket. Then to the black plug sitting with them as the glossy surface caught the light pouring through the window. Up above him.

Innocent yet it had his stomach fluttering at the sight of it. It was much bigger than the one he had in now. But the one next to him had been hidden in the back of their drawer. Forgotten about but it was a personal favorite of his that he was overjoyed to have found again. Perhaps one of the oldest plugs they had in their collection. While it had been mortifying at the time, Nemuri had been the one to gift it to him as a "secret Santa" gift. An unsurprising turn of events when he recalled the beaming pride she had.

However, in a twist event, it had become his favorite choice in terms of plugs for years afterwards. It had, in the end, always done the job he wanted it to do. It was a daunting thing: thicker than the others he had with a green gem on the flat end of it. Something he'd gotten a cheeky wink over when he'd opened it in front of the dark-haired woman. Something that had been mortifying in the moment but was quite beloved now. A surprise to have found again. Reaching over, he plucked up the plug to turn over in his fingers.

A clatter then from the bathroom rang out followed by a hissed curse from his husband. He looked to the bathroom door instinctively, waiting for the blonde to call for him, yet he got nothing. He could catch low, grumbled words in English as Hizashi spoke to himself. Something the blonde always did when he needed to focus on a task. To talk himself through said task. He let his gaze drop from the bathroom door to the plug in his hand. Turning it over once more, with a quiet hum to himself as he squeezed it.

Tilting it up allowing for that green gem on the end to wink up at him brilliantly as it caught the light. A glistening, clear green that was unmistakable. Eye catching. God, when was the last time he'd used this? He'd been favoring their newer plugs for some time, but this one had been forgotten about for so long. Slid to the back of their drawer unnoticed and forgotten. When was the last time he used this? His twenty-seventh birthday? His twenty-eighth? One of Hizashi's birthdays? Their wedding anniversary?

It was hard to put a moment to the last time but he was more than excited to use it now that he'd found it. Turning it slightly allowed that gem to catch the lighting in another dazzling flash up at him. While he'd like to compare it to his husband's eye color, the gem itself was much too bright in its green shade. Unnaturally green but it had his stomach fluttering at the silent urge to compare. To compare both shades side by side to marvel. To see the stark contrast of the unnatural green of the stone and his husband's eyes.

Such an old but beloved plug. He really ought to go through their top drawer; to see what other toys they had buried in it that he glanced over. He knew their personal favorites like the back of his hand but clearly, he had forgotten about this little thing. There was a sudden cut off running water in the bathroom as the handle squeaked lightly prompting him to look up once more. His heart stumbled over its beats when the bathroom door swung open to reveal his beaming, flushed husband who leaned against the door.

It was always a sight to behold; the sight of his husband shirtless. The dip of his hips that were revealed by his low sitting pajama bottoms he'd yet to change out of. The rumpled appearance to his hair from laying out on the bed a few that morning that he had yet to brush out. Even the light that caught his nipple piercings winked at him cheerfully had him naturally riveted. Holding the bag and tube in hand, there was a glimmer to that gaze that had his breath hitching quietly before Hizashi was pushing off the door.

Wobbling lightly as it swayed open, the soft thumps of feet over the carpet had his heart jumping to his throat when the blonde made his way over. Placing the tube and bag down on the blanket, hands reached towards him with fingers brushing lightly over his cheeks. The light scratch over the stubble unmistakable when palms pressed against them gently. And then his husband leaning down with soft lips pecking at his forehead. Once then twice when he felt that surprising tension melting from his back.

He sighed out before tipping his face forward into the blonde's hands. The blonde then moved down to kiss the tip of his nose causing it to scrunch up before he could swallow the old reaction down. It had the blonde chuckling softly when he then got the press of that nose to his own in a gentle nuzzle, he returned without a second thought. Comforting. It wasn't the oddest thing to receive before they'd done something sexual. To have the blonde soothe away any remaining worries. Any lingering tension.

Pulling back from the gentle nuzzles, he found that sparkle in the blonde's gaze as he looked up to catch it. Such a pretty green his eyes were as they sparkled down at him. So clear. Stunning when they caught the sunlight like that. He could stare at them for hours. Admiring their shade. And then hands squished his cheek gently to which he switched the plug in his grasp to his left hand before reaching up with the right to swat at the back of his hand lightly earning himself another of those beaming smiles.

"You ready, baby? I'm all in if you're completely sure you want to see this to the end!" Thumbs slid over his cheekbones gently with the scar beneath his right eye being traced gently. Idly. "If you don't want to do this anymore then tell me, okay? I won't be upset at all if you feel you don't or can't do this. Enemas are messy, after all, and even if you're confident you have everything outta you, I can get it being embarrassing. So, tell me what's going on in that fussy head of yours, yeah?"

"Zashi, you act like you're the one that asked for an enema or something!" That smile widened when he tipped his face into Hizashi's left palm which pressed firmly to his cheek. "But 'm fine. I want to at least try this, you know? It's gross and so many things can go wrong, but I want to try. Especially with the plan we have? It's eerily similar to your "fill Shouta up with cum and fuck him silly" with the plugs last year, remember? But if you're not disgusted by it, then I'm all in on this if you're still fine with it."

It was melt worthy of the affection being given beforehand. The gentle caresses of those thumbs over his cheekbones as palms pressed firmly against his cheeks. He then pressed a kiss to the blonde's palm which rubbed against his cheek when that beaming smile held a softness to it. Warmth. "I'm perfectly fine with it! Like I've always said, baby, whatever you want to try we can try! Same for me, yeah? If you think you might like this then I'm down to try and even if you don't like it, I'm more than willing to try!"

Snorting, the corners of his mouth twitched before curling up into a grin that had the blonde's smile twitching. A sparkle of that playfulness shining through in that gaze as he twirled the plug over and over between his fingers idly when he raised his right hand up again to cover the back of that hand earning himself a hum. "And I've said it before but there's no fucking way someone can be so open-minded about stuff but here you are! Like a damn golden retriever, aren't you?"

"What does that make you then? A grumpy old cat?" Another rub was given to his cheek then with thumbs sliding over his cheekbones in another back and forth caress that had his grin twitching wider. "Now, you're all in and I'm all in so let's go get this in you, yeah? All you have to worry about is telling me if anything feels wrong while I pour it in, okay? That'll be your job until I pull the plug out when we're done but until then the only other thing you need to focus on is feeling good with me!"

"I always do, you know that." Oh, the sweetness to that wide smile had his heart jumping to his throat as a wave of heat tingled in its rush up to his cheeks. Clearing his throat, he tapped on the back of Hizashi's fingers with his own. "Now, let's get that tube up my ass and get this underway, yeah? I'd rather get through the embarrassing bit faster rather than lingering and thinking about it."

A snicker burst out of the blonde then yet the playful affection in that gaze sparkled at him when he stepped back. Allowing him the space to stand up, he clutched the plug in his hand tightly before grabbing the lube next to him. Hizashi moved to pluck up the empty bed and tube with a low hum. The blonde rushed forward then as he disappeared into the bathroom in a flurry of thumping steps being taken. Making his way around the bed, he took a deep breath before letting out quietly as he walked forward.

The muted thuds of his own steps loud as his stomach flipped when approaching the well-lit bathroom. Pausing in the threshold, he let his gaze flick down to the floor where a towel had been laid out on the floor. Hizashi had a measuring cup filled to five hundred milliliters; they had been warned to go easy for a first time use with an enema. That the best would be three hundred then check-in to see how he was doing for too much he wouldn't be able to hold it all. Too little and he was sure he wouldn't feel it.

He swallowed before shuffling into the bathroom as he handed the lube to his husband along with the plug with its glittering gem on the end. There was a look of surprise to his husband's face when he accepted the plug from him. Eyes widening ever so slightly as they flicked up to him with that surprise. He looked away as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of his boxers to ease down from his hips. Down to his thighs slowly but carefully until they dropped down the rest of his legs once he got them around his knees.

Bending down, he settled himself onto the towel where he then arched his hips upwards. High above his body as he had seen online to do. Instructed by their therapist too when going about this as he pressed his chest to the floor with his arms braced on either side of him. Plucking idly at the towel when he turned his head to press his cheek against the floor to watch Hizashi shuffling about. The crack of the lube followed by the all too familiar slick sound as it was spread over the silicone tube behind him.

There was a pause before there was then a repeat of that slick squelching as lube was spread once again. Another layer over the tube? He then bit at his inner cheek when the blonde shuffled into place behind him. Fingers drifting lightly over his ass before pulling cheeks apart. Reaching to give a careless nudge against the plug he had in. Tingles raced under his skin to pool into his stomach at that nudge that was then repeated. A push as if to sink it deeper into him had his breath hitching when the blonde hummed.

A few sharp, drumming taps were given to the end of it had him tensing against that urge to squirm. To whine as it nudged the plug into him in shallow little nudges. Stimulating that area just below his prostate to send weak sparks up his back when he clenched around the plug. A shiver ran up his back at the flicker of heat in that gaze when it flicked to him. Another sharp, drumming strike to the end had him swallowing down a whine when it was then grabbed at with that familiar, gentle side to side wiggle.

Pulling it backwards, he couldn't help that instinctive urge to clench around the small thing. His breath hitching at that gentle side to side only to flinch at the slick sound as it was pulled free. It was odd how empty he felt already yet had never stopped to process that fullness beforehand. Had grown accustomed to it when they'd put it in around lunch time. It had merely been a sensation he grew comfortable too that he hadn't given a second thought to it yet now that it was gone did it have him wanting it back.

Hands disappeared briefly only to come back to spread him open once more with lube being rubbed over him. It had his heart jumping in a sickening one-two beat against his chest. The strength aiding in a flip of his stomach when fingers pressed firmly against him. Slick, firm rubs over him that had him half convinced that any second, any moment, his husband would use enough pressure to sink his fingers into him. Two in one go was always an amazing, drool worthy sensation he could never get enough of.

To have a plug in all day long only to have the blonde's fingers slipping into him? It was something he and Hizashi both loved over the years. It was exciting how effortless it always was to be stretched out already only to have fingers pushing into him without a second thought. His breath trembled out of him when he looked away from his husband with a tight pinch of his lips. Whining when his hole gave a mortifying twitch beneath those slick fingers that had the blonde crooning down at him soothingly.

And then he had the press of the tube against him gently with a low murmur from his husband. There wasn't a word in that murmur, but it was relaxing nonetheless as he took a deep breath to soothe himself. Relax the muscles. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. He had to relax. To not think as the tube nudged against him firmly. He shut his eyes preemptively as the blonde continued to press the tube against him insistently with that growing pressure that had his stomach flipping on him. In. Out. In. Then he held in his next inhale.

Briefly when there was a moment of stillness when he then let it out as the tube finally slid into him. It was hardly the biggest nor weirdest thing to be inside him given he'd had his husband's whole hand inside him once, yet it felt odd. He could feel it being inserted yet it didn't feel like much. Not much at all when he got a squeeze on his hip to which he opened his eyes again to look up to the blonde. Nodding at him to sooth away the worried glint to his gaze as the tube was slid into him inch by inch.

Slowly but surely until he curled his toes against the odd sensation as it pushed into him deep, deep, deep. They'd been warned against using the whole tube, but it felt longer than it had looked bunched up in his husband's hands. He swallowed before clenching his jaw when his husband held up the bag while reaching for the pitcher of solution on the counter. They had been advised to use either whatever had come in the box, or they could use a simple saline solution of salt and water. Something familiar for a first time.

The recommendation, however, hinted heavily at them using what came with their kit as it was safer. Something they'd know had been approved for the enema and would cause less worry. Less anxiety. And given how he had spent nights flushing himself out, he had his worry of something unexpected coming out of him cut in half. It didn't completely wash it away, but he was confident. Either way, his husband had agreed they take it easy. If he didn't feel sex would or could happen then they could do anything else.

A true array of other things if he wanted. He was torn out of his thoughts by the slow trickle that quickly gave way to a slow stream into him. A foreign feeling that had him hissing in a breath as he shuddered at the warm liquid. Warm, warm, warm as he twisted his fingers into the towel only to bunch it to his palms. Oh, it felt weird. So unbelievably weird. He hadn't been expecting it as the articles never exactly told him what it would feel like going in. Only what it would feel like afterwards when he was meant to hold it.

How it felt coming out. He didn't know how to describe it properly; not to his husband who was keeping a watchful glance on both him and the pitcher. Not to himself. It was a consistent, slow stream of warmth entering into his stomach it felt as he shuddered with a whine clawing at the back of his throat. Swallowing it down in favor of concentrating on his deep breaths but it was hard. Hard when his breaths hitched each time he'd managed to reach four. Hard to think as he tried to focus on the lift and fall of his back.

Counting the beats of his heart in time with his breaths to keep a steady count. To keep himself relaxed as that warmth seemed to pool into his stomach. Filling him up in the oddest way. It left him feeling sloshy with his hips up in the air as the warm solution was poured into him. Squirming his feet slightly, he let out a shuddering breath at that pooling warmth that kept coming, coming, coming in a stream into him. Never ending it seemed when he shuddered at the warmth radiating through him from the sensation.

It wasn't at all like with their play on the anal plugs last year. When Hizashi had filled him up with as much come as he could hold before letting it gush out of him. It felt nothing like that. Not one bit. It felt odd as if his bladder was full; a pressure low in his stomach that had him clenching around the tube instinctively. Tensing the muscles the way he would had he needed to piss. The low pressure in his stomach was familiar yet it wasn't. The source wasn't right this time round when it came to that pressure.

It was so fucking weird.

Repetitive word to describe it but there was no other word for it when he was being filled to the damn brim it felt. No better word he could find but that one. And then the stream suddenly came to a stop when the sound of the pitcher being sat down rang out. He looked up to the blonde from his focus point of the baseboard to find that there was a bit left, but he had not a clue how much. Not from this distance. Why had he stopped? Did he need to fix something? Or had his hips lowered without him realizing?

Taking a breath, he renewed his arch upwards that had eyes flicking down to him before giving him a reassuring pat on his lower back before that hand was moving. He heard a quiet curse as the last of the water in the bag drained out in a thin trickle that had him swallowing. There was a brush over the floor when he heard his husband fumbling with something before the plug with its green gem came into view. An awkward view he had but he could see the slick thing held tightly in his husband's fingers.

Dripping slickly with a layer of lube, he blinked in surprise at its slick appearance as he felt a tug on the tube. It sent a shiver up his back, the gentle pull back of the slick tube slipping out of him inch by inch leaving behind that fullness. The pressure that had his breaths trembling when finally the tube was slipping out of him leaving him with that strange panic. Just like that afternoon with their twist on using anal plugs, it was a terrifying reality. Knowing the only thing keeping everything inside was his upward arch of his hips.

It had his legs shaking lightly with that rush of panic as he aimed to keep his hips up, up, up to avoid anything spilling. To avoid making a possible mess when he felt fingers grabbing at a cheek. Pulling him apart once again with the slick nudge of the plug against him sent a shiver up his back despite that worry twisting in him. Insisting he speak up for Hizashi to hurry, hurry, before something happened that had all of it rushing back out of him. There was a firm press of that slick plug before it slipped into him.

Easily as two of Hizashi's fingers would yet it had him sucking in a gasp of breath at the stretch. He'd held it in his hands. Felt it. And yet it felt so much thicker now that it was inside of him than it had in his hands. Pushing at his inner walls to stretch him open as they spasmed in what he knew was a twitch. A blatant, mortifying twitch that had his husband hissing in a breath behind him as it was slid into him. It was fucking amazing. Not quite pain but it was an uncomfortable pressure as that plug was pushed into place.

Fitting snugly with not a worry of anything dripping out when he clenched around the slick thing tightly. Groaning lowly in his throat at the ache of those muscles as they clutched around the thickness of it. Something that itched just right in a way the others didn't. Not completely. It was an itch he had forgotten all about in the years since he'd used this plug. All it had to do was sit inside of him to remind him why it was his favorite one. Shivers raced up his back as he squeezed around the plug when there was a splash.

A gurgle when the remaining hand on his ass slid forward to give a squeeze to his hip. Coaxing him to move. Letting out a slow breath, he clenched tightly before easing his hips down slowly. Slow, slow, slow yet when he got not a drop of wetness down his thighs it had him confidently moving up onto his knees when he inhaled sharply at the odd movement. A slosh of liquid within him pooling with its weight making it all too apparent. While he'd read online some of the crazier stories online circling enemas.

About noticeable stomach bulges distended from the solution or the blatant bloating afterwards. Debunked by the therapist, he had been told to be prepared more for the reality of any possible bloating during or after the enema. However, staring down at his stomach there was not a change. Nothing truly visible save for the softer appearance to his toned stomach that he was trying harder to keep. Not willing to give in to the dad-bod that Hizashi was coaxing him to "let happen already". Always gently spoken to convince him.

He refused to give in. He could soften up a year or two from now. He couldn't afford it when he was still on active duty yet the softness refused to abate. But aside from that? Nothing. Not a swell nor a bump from the liquid as he'd read in the wilder, fanatical stories. But he felt heavy. Full. As if he had been coaxed to chug cup after cup of water until he was bursting. It was a heavy weight in his lower stomach that was tricking his mind into those alarm bells that had had to piss. Warm. He was so warm from it all.

Yet despite that warmth he felt shaky. Like he was one wrong move away from the plug slipping out of him and making a mess over the floor. There was a light brush over his forehead before fingers slid backwards into his hair to push it away from his face. Scratching gently at his scalp, he felt a shiver run down his back when he let his gaze flick up to his husband with a trembling hum leaving him. The blonde's slick fingers caught the light before they were being wiped onto the towel before holding it down for him to take.

Swallowing at that small slash of hesitation, he reached upwards to slip his hand into the blonde's. Gripping onto it, the hand in his hair gave another gentle scratch over his scalp before making its way out. Held out for his other hand, he lifted his left hand up to place in the blonde's. And slowly, steadily, he allowed himself to be heaved up onto his feet with a light stumble that had him stiffening. Tensing at the resulting slosh when Hizashi squeezed at his hands before he was bending down for his boxers.

Tugging them up to his hips, fingertips traced over the waistband lightly when the blonde's gaze lifted up to him. There was a sparkle to those green eyes when the light caught them. Shimmering at him with a look of such intense curiosity it had his heart skipping wildly. Choking him when hands slid up towards his waist with a quiet brush of palms brushing over his skin. A caress that ended with him being tugged closer hesitantly as he stepped off of the towel despite the tight clench he kept on the plug.

The brush of his feet over the bathroom floor was loud when he felt hands squeezing at him to which he swallowed before lifting his hands up. Brushing them over his upper arms towards his freckled shoulders with that odd sloshing with the hesitant step forward. Bringing his hands backwards, he locked them together behind the back of Hizashi's neck when arms slid around his waist. Holding him close, close, close when he grunted quietly at the pressure reinforcing itself at the press of his stomach to the blonde's.

Along his lower back. Blonde lashes fluttered as eyes darted over his face with fingers kneading into his lower back with soft, hesitant circles that had him sighing out. Comforting. Warm. It was easy to melt slightly against his husband with the comfort aimed his way despite that odd sloshing sensation. He knew it was merely another of those placebo effects. He knew he couldn't realistically feel it but knowing it was there? It had him shivering. He felt bloated as he would after guzzling water or coffee throughout the day.

"How do you feel, baby? Is it painful it all? Does anything hurt?" Low. THere was a husky note to his husband's voice when those soothing were traded out for a firm press as hands instead began to slid up and down his back with fingers kneading gently at his back. Coaxing him to relax as that gaze flicked over his face. "If anything hurts, baby, you need to tell me, okay? We can end it right here if its too uncomfortable for you No hard feelings, no anger, or anything if its too much."

"It doesn't hurt. It's more li-like a pressure? I don't know how to properly describe it but it's like when you need to go to the bathroom? Not pain but just uncomfortable. I feel okay other than that weird feeling." Pausing, he swallowed when he curved unlocked his fingers to lightly grazed his nails over the nape of his husband's neck earning himself a shudder. "I feel kinda sloshy if I'm going to be honest with you about it. I feel full."

He knew it was an unfair tactic. An unfair card to pull on his husband but it got that heat flaming at him in that gaze before it flicked away. A shuddering breath leaving him when arms tightened around him when that heated gaze flicked back to him with fingers kneading below his shoulder blades. Coaxing him to arch forward. "Okay! Okay, that's good there's no pain! Do you feel comfortable in coming to the bedroom then? Laying down with me?"

Hands swept down his back again sending tingles racing under his skin to pool into his stomach. God, everything just seemed to be pooling to the middle of him today, wasn't it? He swallowed when he pressed forward in a twisting arch against the blonde as arms tightened around his waist. Did he think he should lay down? It'd be better. Much better. But he knew what they'd be doing. What he wanted to do once the enema had been done. Swallowing, he nodded when the words failed to come to him.

His tight throat refused to let him squeeze out so much as a word to his husband. He got another of those gentle squeezes of arms around his waist before he was walked backwards carefully where he allowed himself to be spun on his feet with the soles of his feet brushing over the floor. Loud when Hizashi followed after him with a light slap against the tiles as the blonde dipped forward to press lips against his cheek. It was unbelievably nice to be held close, close, close with slow steps backwards.

Carefully. He tightened his hands against the nape of Hizashi's neck as he clung onto him until his feet hit the carpet of their bedroom. From there he moved confidently forward while he stepped back. Unable to completely ignore that odd sloshing, he glanced over his shoulder towards the bed as they closed the gap quickly. Arms slid along his waist when Hizashi bent down to wrap his arms beneath his ass to which he tensed. Stiffening when he was heaved up carefully with a grunt leaving his husband.

He jerked his arms up to wrap around his husband's shoulders with a tight squeeze. Gripping onto him with a squeeze around the plug when he was placed down onto the bed with a light bed. The attempt to be gentle was there in the blonde's actions yet it didn't stop that light jostle that had his breath hissing in sharply. God, how could he hate and like something so much? He didn't mind that fullness of the plug when it was nudged deeper into him. A subtle reminder coming with it as he was sat down on the bed.

But that sloshing. The liquid that he was all too aware of when he stiffened slightly as he dragged his legs up slowly onto the bed. Slow, slow, slow. Moving to keep from jostling himself too much with that pressure ruling everything yet the blonde hummed softly at him as he helped his legs. He had the awful suspicion his husband would wait as long as it took him to be confident. Comfortable with moving normally. Once he was up on the bed, he was laid out on his back with the pillow supporting his neck.

Shuffling into a comfortable position when the blonde climbed up after him. The bed dipped underneath his hands and knees when his husband navigated around his outstretched legs to crawl up over the bed. Pausing to pick up the condom when it slid over the blanket to press against his knee. Once it was plucked up, the blonde continued his upwards crawl until he was settling down next to him with that familiar warmth. Curving to fit against his side, he turned over to face the blonde carefully when a leg nudged at his.

Pushing its way between both of his gently when it then hooked around his right leg. An arm slid around his waist which the blonde used to press himself tightly to him. A press to close any gap from hip to chest when he slid his arm over his husband's side to slid his hand up his back. A soft hum left the blonde when he got a squeeze before a hand was fanning over his lower back. And then Hizashi dipped his head down to press his lips to his upper arm softly. Fluttering those soft lips up towards his shoulder.

And there was a jolt of excitement. That tingling pleasure seconds before the enema had yet to abate in its reactions. The quiet grip of desire that held him in an ever growing chokehold as it twisted through him lazily. Swelling when that hand swept up his back in a slow up and down caress that he happily mimicked with a firm press to his husband's skin. So warm. Soft. He felt so good against him. So comfortable it was hard to imagine a world, a life, where he didn't know how perfectly he fit with Hizashi.

Where he didn't know how the blonde's legs twisted up with his own. How his arms had been warped to bow and shape to Hizashi's shoulders. His waist. A life where he didn't know the warmth of having the man next to him in bed as he snored deafeningly. The way his own body had long since warped like his arms to fit and curve comfortably with his husband's. Like two old puzzle pieces that hadn't fit together at first. Shaped differently but years of being smashed together made their edges shape.

Mold into new edges that fit together with such comfort it was downright perfect. Fluttering lips across his shoulder had a hum leaving him that tore him from the dazed thoughts. Blinking when he felt a few locks slithering over his husband's shoulder between them. Tickling at his own skin as that hand continued its slow up and down that paused intermittently to rub circles into his back. To get the tense muscles to relax. He let out a breath when he tipped his head to the side towards the pillow as lips trailed up his shoulder.

Shivers raced down his back with each touch of those soft, warm lips to his skin. The tight wrap of that arm around his waist holding him close. Tingles raced under his skin to pool down into his stomach when lips crawled up towards the side of his neck. A shudder breath left him as he tightened his arm around the blonde's side as he scratched idly at his back earning himself a shudder. It was like holding a sunbeam in his arms. He couldn't get enough of that heat. It had the tense muscles relaxing slightly.

Lips trailed over the side of his neck to which his breath hitched when Hizashi came forward towards his throat. Coaxing him to tilt it backwards which he happily tipped back with a rustle of his hair over the pillow. Soft, fluttering kisses that had him melting ever so slightly despite the tight clench around the plug. The muscles were aching with a light throb from that stretch, but it merely left him warm. A lazy heat gathering beneath his skin with each squeeze around it. Another sharp, quiet twist of arousal.

Bringing with it a flash of heat that had his breaths shuddering in and out. Hizashi's hand slid down the center of his back sending tingles fanning under his skin as he arched forward against his husband with a whine. Quiet. A low hum into his throat had vibrations fanning over it when that hand came to rest on his lower back. Fingers then pressed into him to rub soothing circles into the stiff muscles there. Pressing down firmly had him shuddering when Hizashi then nipped at his Adam's Apple. Playful.

Then a soft kiss was pressed to it when lips moved upwards. Nuzzling up beneath his jaw before moving up to press a kiss to the edge of it. The brush of lips over the stubble was a quiet, familiar sound when Hizashi placed kisses along the edge of it before moving up to his cheek. Warm breaths fanned over it in between each soft kiss placed as the soothing circles began to slid upwards. Moving along the center of his back up towards that area between his shoulder blades where nails then scraped over it.

Tearing another whine out of him, he squirmed against his husband when lips peppered over his hot cheek. Moving over to target the bridge of it with those soft, sweet kisses that had him swallowing down another whine. There was an energy to his husband that he couldn't place. Did he like it? Or was it a desire, an arousal, that had been there before it? He couldn't figure it out. Couldn't piece it together properly when his brain was shrieking at him to stop that firm press on his lower back from coming back.

To remove the press of Hizashi against his stomach where that heaviness had him locking up. Tensing his lower muscles instinctively even as he melted in his husband's grasp ever so slightly. And it was giving him a jolt of pleasure he never considered. Hadn't thought it would be there when he had been looking into enemas. He'd been too concerned in cleaning himself as thoroughly as he possibly could to prevent anything untoward happening. Lost in the worry that this would backfire on them somehow.

Choosing to focus instead on the fact that there could be pleasure. That there could be a spark that didn't make it unbearable. And God knows as much as his brain was shrieking at him with that pressure on his stomach that it wasn't enough. Not enough to get him to pull back. To refuse it. While the pressure was similar to drinking too much water or that uncomfortable pressure when he was indulging his husband in a scene of omorashi it felt different. A firm press that allowed him to feel the pressure in his stomach.

His lower half. When Hizashi had pressed on him in those moments during omorashi scenes, it had been agonizing. Absolutely insufferable. And yet he couldn't deny that there had been a spark then too. Not quite with the same arousal his husband held for it but rather for that press. The pressure that felt absolutely agonizing in the moment but always gave him a jolt of arousal. Could it be that way this time? His breaths shook on an exhale when lips crawled down his cheek to the corner of his mouth.

Tearing him out of his thoughts when his lips buzzed with that silent desire. The ache twisting into him that had his dick twitching with interest as that heat raked lazily below the surface of his skin. Taking its time in its swell in between those flashes of heat that had his heart skipping. His stomach flipping nauseatingly. His lips parted with that buzz when the blonde pressed another kiss to the corner of his lips. A quiet, back of the throat sound leaving him before he could muffle it properly when his husband shifted over.

Breaths fanning over his lips did nothing to help that insufferable buzzing. The desire twisting into him when a light fluttering kiss was given to his bottom lip before moving quickly to cover his lips before he could move them. Capture that top lip in a kiss. He didn't mind it one bit as a breath rushed out of him on a shuddering sigh at the firm press of those soft lips. So warm. He tightened his arm around the blonde's side as the swept his hand down his back with an identical sigh fanned over his hot cheek.

A lazy slide of those lips against his had him jumping to move his own against Hizashi's. The quiet rustle of the blanket beneath him when he squirmed to twist closer was loud. The quiet breaths being taken melting in with the brush of their moving lips. Melting, melting, melting against his husband. Ready to fall apart if the buttons were pushed in the right order. If his husband pushed him just enough and they both knew it. Knew it perfectly. That is what, in his opinion, was what always made it better.

Moving his lips with Hizashi's, he slid his hand along the center of his back the same way those fingers were drifting over his. Idle shapes rubbed into his skin gently in the attempt to relax him as lips pressed firmly to his with that slow speed. No rush. No heat. No desperation or urgency. Not yet. It was a low, swelling heat that smoldered along his bones that left him flushed. A laziness to it all despite the excitement fluttering insistently before stabbing into him. Viciously twisting in his chest when he felt fingers drifting down.

Brushing over the waistband of his boxers. Grazing nails over the skin before sliding back up away from it to drift over his back once again in a light tease as lips slid against his. The trembling breaths fanning over hot cheeks was loud. The whisper of their moving lips broken up by an occasional smack. The quiet brush of hands moving over skin. It was all so loud in the quiet of their bedroom when he felt the leg shifting between his as it arched upwards to press between his thighs. Spreading them slightly.

He tensed instinctively with a squeeze around that leg tightly when he got a low hum from his husband. Fingers kneading at his back to relax him had a shiver racing down his back when he tightened his arm around Hizashi's side. Clinging onto him when slid his hand down his back before curving it forward in a caress over his lower back to his waist. Dragging his nails lightly had goosebumps rising beneath his hand when his husband shuddered against him with lips stuttering in their slides briefly.

A sharp exhale rushing over his cheek when he moved his hand in a caress over his husband's waist to which the blonde squirmed when he swept his hand up towards his side. An idle brush over it that had a low sound leaving the blonde when the soft lips quickly fixed and regained their rhythm. Pressing firmly to his own, there was an undercurrent of passion bleeding into the kiss. Subtle but it had his heart stumbling over its beats as the hand on his back slid down then up quickly to which he arched forward.

Inhaling sharply at the tingles pooling into him viciously, his dick twitched with that twisting excitement. The desire gripping at his very bones with its smoldering heat. The lust twisting to rake lazily under the surface of his skin when nails grazed over his lower back. It had his breath rushing out in a huff as they skimmed above his waistband of boxers once again. Flicking playfully at them, he couldn't help but wonder why the blonde had pulled them back on for him. What the reason for it was but he wasn't going to whine.

To complain, bitch or moan over the fact his husband did something nice for him even if it didn't make the greatest sense in the grand scheme of things. He twisted against his husband with a press that had the pressure making itself known again. A silent reminder. It had a shiver racing down his back when he clenched out of instinct around the plug. He could only imagine how that green gem looked sticking out of him the way it did. How it would have looked to his husband from that angle as he pushed it in.

It was morbid, it should be disgusting and self-indulgent, but he wanted to see. In the years he first received it from Nemuri, he felt bold enough to see it. To gawk at himself like that. Would Hizashi be willing to give him that? To help him see it? It sent a shiver down his back when he felt fingers flicking at the waistband of his boxers once more when that thigh arched up again to press tightly against him. Giving him a pressure he hadn't realized he'd needed when his lower half seemed to be aching together.

So full, full, full it was hard to pay attention to the ache twisting in his lower stomach that spread down between his legs. Had his dick twitching when he rocked his hips down instinctively against that pressure with a low groan squeezing out of his throat. He slid his hand up his husband's side earning himself a groan when he arched in a twist against him. The firm press of his lips coming down harder as that slow, lazy speed began inching up to a moderate one. That passion robbing him of breath.

He eagerly responded with his own passion as he happily followed along with his husband's. He gave another downwards rock against that thigh when he felt his husband's tightly pinned hips shifting forward against him. Rocking idly against him to which he slid his hips forward to abandon their press against his thigh. The sharp smack of their moving lips was loud. Shortening breaths fanned over his cheek mirroring his own as he swept his hand along his husband's side down towards the flare of his hip.

Up and down, up and down, up and down much like the hand along his back. Sweeping up then back down where fingers would flick at the waistband of his boxers. It had heat flashing under his skin in a breathtaking burst as he twisted himself tightly against the blonde with a whine when nails raked over his lower back. Pressing lightly against him to keep that tight press of his hips to the blonde's as he moved to rock with him. Squirming against him when felt a push of those hips against his that had his brows twitching together.

That arched leg between his pulling away to curve up over his leg instead when there was another push against him. What was he doing? What did he-? There was another nudge before he was rolling onto his back gently with his husband rolling on top of him. Gasping in sharply at that sloshing sensation as he laid out on his back had him tensing up as Hizashi's lips broke from his with a sharp smack. The bed bounced lightly beneath the sudden movement only to dip when knees then dug into the mattress.

Blonde locks spilling over freckled shoulders to tickle at his skin when the blonde leaned down to pepper pecks to his cheek. Comforting. Gentle. Whining up at his husband when he clenched around the plug, he felt hips angling down cautiously to press tightly to his once more. Shifting slightly in a squirm, he pressed his feet into the mattress before bending his knees upwards. He swallowed against that odd sloshing sensation as he arched his hips up with a breath rushing out of him. In. Out. In. Out.

He was fine. There was no chance of the plug slipping out of him. None. Not with the tight clench he had around it. He shivered when lips crawled over to press in a peck against his. Coming down once, twice, three and four times more in pecks that rang out with sharp smacks that he had his stomach dropping airily. When lips came down for a fifth peck which he took the chance to deepen. To relax himself with the familiarity as lips melted against his with that first slide. Molding to shape to his as if they'd never broken away.

Letting out a sharp sigh, he settled into that speed they'd inched up too seconds ago. Hips rocked idly against him when he reached his hands out to rest on the blonde's waist. Sweeping his hands up, his husband twisting an arch down against him with a whine leaving him. It had sparks of heat rushing up his back at that reedy sound leaving his husband. Hips twitched before resuming that rocking down against him as his thighs twitched apart. The quiet brush of his hands moving over that soft skin ringing out.

It mixed in effortlessly with the trembling, shortening breaths. The sharp smacks of their moving lips. It had his dick giving a volley of twitches with that burst of heat when the blonde pressed down against him tightly. A subtle push on his stomach to remind him of that mounting pressure that had his toes curling against the blanket. He'd read online that most, from what he understood, would have sex like this. While they were still filled with whatever solution until it was unbearable only to let it gush out of them.

Again, it was very similar to the afternoon Hizashi had delighted in upping the plugs inside of him. Adding to the amount of come inside of him. However, because he'd never had an enema before the therapist had recommended check-in before anything happened penetration wise. That if the pressure became too much to forget about sex as a whole. It was something they could revisit down the line of they wanted. Not for first time if something was wrong. It was something his husband had agreed to wholeheartedly.

Something they'd gone over that afternoon of their appointment and again when Hizashi had returned from his trip to the store with the enema kit. Rocking his hips up against the blonde, heat twisted underneath his skin impatiently. Growing hotter, hotter, hotter with that subtle push on his stomach. God, it felt strange. Not mind-blowingly pleasurable but not painfully uncomfortable. A middle ground, perhaps? So full he couldn't ignore that discomfort but the outer pressure on it felt good in response?

It was hard to figure out. To pick apart. And he didn't want to. Not now. Later, later, later when he could think properly. He let out a shuddering breath when a hand swept along his thigh with a firm squeeze being given as his husband's hips pressed tightly to his. Abandoning that idle motion for an insistent, quick rock that he followed along with eagerly. Rocking, rocking, rocking. Pressing tightly together with not a gap to be had as lips crushed themselves against his with that smoldering passion. The hunger behind it all.

He poured his own passion, his desire, into that kiss to which his husband groaned down at him in that throaty pitch. The lust blistering into him had him hungry for more, more, more from the blonde. His breaths shortened to shallow, rasping pants that flew out of him quickly much like the breaths fanning over his hot cheek. That hand slid up and down, up and down, up and down his thigh with fingers kneading into him fiercely. Groaning up at his husband, his thighs twitched as he pressed his feet into the bed.

And once again, he eagerly took that initiative to abandon the rocking. Grinding up against the blonde in tight circles had hips stuttering against his with a moan flying out of the blonde when there was another stutter to those hips. Shifting before grinding down against him with lips crushing themselves to his in slick slides as lips grew damp. His dick gave another twitch to which he swore, swore, swore he could feel an answering twitch through the blonde's pajama pants. Oh, it was fucking hot just to imagine.

It had him shuddering with a buck of his hips up tearing an enthusiastic moan from his husband when hips thrusted back against him. Grinding against him when lips broke from his with a sharp smack as he gasped in a breath as they fluttered down to his chin. His jaw. Prompting him to tip his head back into the pillow as teeth nipped at his jaw. That blonde head ducking down to pepper kisses along his throat in a flurry that had his shallow pants trembling with a hitch. The rustle of his hair over the pillowcase was deafening.

Blocking out the sound around him briefly yet he could happily ignore it. Eagerly when lips were trailing down his throat to nip at his collar bone. Playful. Racing pants fanned over his chest when the blonde's lips pressed to the center of it before moving over. Kisses trailed to his right nipple with lips pressing against it softly tearing a whine out of him as he arched his back from the bed. Shoulders digging into the mattress much like his feet when hips jerked against his to break up that tight grinding.

A spark of heat racing up his back at the pleasure that pooled into him from the action. Grinding against him tightly when they then used that strength he loves, loves, loves. The blonde then jerked his hips pinning his lower half down to the bed roughly. A pressure he shouted at the resulting pressure on his lower stomach. Too much, too much, too much. Not enough, not enough, not enough. Hips ground in tight circles down against him rendering his own grinding to mere wiggles beneath the force of his husband's.

Impossible to move properly. Moaning out at the blonde with that unmistakable delight had the blonde shivering. Squirming against him when lips pressed a kiss to his hardening nipple. Hitching in a hissing gasp at that sharp burst of excitement when he felt the tip of Hizashi's tongue tracing the rim of his areola. Flicking at his nipple before lapping his tongue over it where he got a delightful rub that piercing against it. Arching his back up with an eager squirm, his thighs twitched as if to spread wider, wider, wider.

He swept his hands up the blonde's sides earning himself a squirm from the blonde. A buck of hips down against him that fed into the sloshing sensation of the liquid in him. Oh, his brain couldn't decide on pleasure or strangeness. It had him squirming beneath the blonde when he got another tight grind down against him when he tried to buck his hips up. Finding resistance from his husband. Not a chance of arching upwards. God, it was fucking good. They hardly touched upon power dynamics outside of a scene.

Hardly had a need too when they both loved the balance between the both of them. But this? Oh, this was fucking hot. So, so hot when the blonde would pin his hips down like this. Refuse to let him move as those hips ground down against him viciously. There was another lap of that tongue over his nipple with a purposeful rub of that piercing over his nipple before Hizashi was pulling back to peck another kiss to it. Opening his mouth to huff over the damp skin before nipping at the hardened thing.

The blonde shifted to cover it with his mouth. So hot, hot, hot it was when he got a hard suck paired with a swirl of that tongue. It had him twisting eagerly with a moan flying out of him ecstatically as he pressed his head into the pillow with another buck of his hips. Trying to test for a give yet not wanting one. He didn't need it when that angle was giving him a pressure that had his thighs shaking. His pants rasping out of him at the resulting clamp around the plug as he clutched the blonde closer, closer, closer.

Raking his nails over his sides earning himself a wild moan into his chest that vibrated over his skin. Hips thrusting sharply against him in a frenzy as his husband arched down to press tightly against him. Pushing on his stomach had him crying out as he writhed desperately. His dick twitching at the pleasure pooling into him with those tight rolling grinds after that final thrust. The pleasure of that pressure pushing down on his lower stomach. The fierce clench around the plug that had him moaning lowly in his throat.

It had sparks of heat racing up his back when he felt a twitch of the blonde's dick against him. It had that rush of blood he'd been waiting for gushing down, down, down. Gasping at that dizzy sensation as it burned through his veins on its way down when he got another moan into his chest. Vibrating over him as that tongue swirled against his nipple before teeth were scraping over his areola. A spark of pleasure that had his hardening his dick twitching as he wriggled his hips beneath the tightly pinned position.

The suction on his nipple was fucking good. The flicks given to it had waves of tingles rushing down to pool into the resulting pleasure as his pants rasped down his throat. The rustle of his hair ringing out with his reaffirming press into it paired with the rub of pajama pants against him. The airy whines he caught from his husband and himself. Racing pants being taken between them as he clutched at his husband. Raking his nails over his sides tearing an ear ringing, painfully pitched whimper out of the blonde.

It had his ears throbbing with a stab of pain as he winced into the pillow. What was he going to do when they were having sex more than one time a week? When they were let off a leash, he had designed himself? His ears were going to be in agony from his husband, but he knew it'd be worth it in that twisted way. To have his husband more than once was the dream. A goal they inched towards each day. Another thrust of those hips against him tore his focus from those hazy thoughts back to focus. To concentrate on here.

It had him whimpering in a keening pitch of his own as he twisted desperately beneath those grinding hips. A hard press that kept him down to the bed as he curved his hands towards his back where he raked his nails up to his shoulder blades. Teeth bit down sharply on his nipple tearing a wail out of him as he bucked up against his husband with that ripping heat. A thrust pressed him back down resulting in his wail ripping up in volume. Twisting beneath the blonde when he got those hard, rough sucks.

Swirling his tongue against his nipple as if to remedy the sharp bite. It had him squirming wildly against the man with a jolt when teeth bit down again creating a burst of pain over his chest. The blonde then sucked fiercely at him before popping off. Teeth scraping over him when he moved away when a swirl of that tongue over his nipple had his hardening erection twitching. Whimpering urgently at his husband with the tight grinding of his hips down against him allowing him to feel that twitching erection against him.

The bulge that was felt effortlessly due to the thin material of his pajama pants. God, he was hot, hot, hot. Burning aflame with that odd sloshing lost under that tight grinding when his husband moved his hand from its resting place on his thigh. Sliding it up with a brushing caress over his tattooed hip. Up to shove down on his lower stomach in an all too action he was familiar with. One he'd done countless times during thier omorashi scenes together. A firm rolling press into his lower stomach with the shove.

Allowing them to dig in deeply. It had a hoarse wail ripping out of him at the pressure reaffirming itself with the hard, kneading rolls of his hand into his stomach. Pressing on him hard, hard, hard in circular rubs that had him squirming with that screaming instinct to pull away. Get away. To buck up and roll over on top of him to get a higher ground. Where he wasn't being mercilessly, ruthlessly teased by this man even as he ate up everything given to him. It was agonizing but God it was fucking amazing.

Had him hotter than anything as he writhed beneath his husband with a whimper as he fought the urge to buck his hips. It'd get him nowhere. Those ruthless circles had his hands flying up to cling onto his upper arms tightly with a gasp as hips ground down against him viciously. Tight circles changed for those rubbing slides that had him burning up, up, up. And that pleasure was relentless as it twisted into him with each roll of those hips against him. The lips trailing across his chest towards his left nipple.

Pecking kisses that had him shuddering. He could let Hizashi tease him for hours. Days. It was always, always a turn on when the blonde treated him so ruthlessly. Treated him as something solid rather than glass. Knew he could take more than he appeared he could, and he always fucking loved it. Just as his husband had admitted countless times, he loved it when he was mean. It was a balance. A shove on his stomach tore him once again out of his thoughts with a shout at that pressure being given.

Toes curling into the blanket as his feet dug down to buck his hips up fiercely in twitches that nudged his husband's hips up slightly. A give that lasted for a mere seconds before his husband was thrusting down to pin him down again. Ohhh, it had heat ripping up his back at the vicious grinding of those hips down against him. Arching his back up when those soft lips pressed against his nipple in a fluttering kiss. The light brush as the tip of that tongue traced the rim of his areola before a flick was given to the it.

The warmth as that tongue then lapped over his nipple with that piercing rubbing over it. It had tingles racing down his back as he ground himself up fervently against his husband in twitching movements. His erection twitched as he shuddered at the wet patch soaking into the fabric from the shameless drips of pre-come leaving him. There wasn't a chance the blonde didn't feel it. Not with how thin his pajama pants were and how easily they could soak up liquid. No way. It sent a shiver down his back at the thought.

It had him moaning throatily when his husband began to slide his hips back and forth, back and forth, back and forth in that dragging grind that had his hips twitching up urgently. His thighs shaking as they tensed despite their wide, wide, wide spread. His feet squirming in their dig into the mattress as he shuddered at that quick back and forth slide of his husband's hips against him. God, it was all so good, good, good it could tip him over that edge alone. He dug his nails into his husband's upper arms.

Holding onto him earning himself a snapping groan from the blonde as teeth nipped sharply at his nipple before lapping it away. A scrape of teeth over his areola had his erection twitching with that ache twisting into him. Huffing, gasping, panting as he twisted with his hair rustling in his ears over the pillowcase. The hard circles being rubbed into his lower stomach with fingers shifting to flick playfully at the waistband of his boxers yet refused to flick it up. Pull them down completely. Not yet, not yet, not yet.

They had a timeline of events, Hizashi had promised they would. And yet he was content to stay just like this if he had the choice. Rasping pants raked down his throat with the intent on drying it out. Strangling him with them as he clung onto his husband who huffed against his chest as that hot, hot, hot mouth covered his nipple. Teeth digging into his areola as he raked his nails down the blonde's upper arms. Tearing a wild, throaty moan out of the blonde that vibrated deliciously over his chest.

Vibrations that had him writhing as those grinding slides of his husband's hips sped up with the press of that twitching erection rubbing over his. It had him keening out a moan at his husband with an upwards buck of his hips he managed to get in. God, it was agony having those fingers rolling into his stomach, but it was so good. Pleasure pooled into him with that razing heat howling for some kind of relief. Something to soothe it already. To rid him of the heat that was burning him up from the inside out.

Had sweat pricking over his forehead and body respectively as that hand shoved at him again tearing another choked cry out of him at those firm circles. His hips jiggled up restlessly beneath his husband's gliding ones earning him a snapping groan over his chest as his nipple was sucked at fiercely with a swirl of that tongue over it. Moaning at the blonde, his right hand flew up to twist into blonde locks. Pinning him to his chest with racing, heaving pants fanning over his skin when the blonde suckled at him in those hard pulls.

Scraping teeth over his areola before his tongue was swirling against his nipple with it ending in a flick. Playful. It was absolutely evil and he knew it. Driving him insane with each fervent suck at his nipple paired with a slide of those hips against him. It had his erection twitching as it strained against his boxers. That wet spot clung onto him annoyingly but there was no changing it. He gasped in pants eagerly with his jiggling thrusts up that had his husband groaning into his chest when he arched up against him.

Shouting when those firm circles were replaced by another hard shove when that hand was sneaking upwards to flick at his right nipple. Cold and wet, it had him twisting eagerly beneath the blonde with a keening whine ripping out of him as he pressed his head back tightly against the pillow. Puffing around his head, it allowed sweat to well on the back of his neck from the heat it created. Annoying. It was lost under that pressure in his lower stomach slowly becoming unbearable. Cramps forming that were rubbed away by the blonde.

However, it merely fed into that bubbling arousal. The lustful heat eating away at him. Was it the enema itself? Or the mere familiarity of it all? A scene they would perform if he were giving his husband his taste of omorashi? He had not a clue but God, fuck him, it felt good. Had him writhing, twisting and squirming with not a chance of being still as he gasped in his pants. Desperate for a breath to feed his itching lungs, those hips pressed down tightly to his jiggling once with slides that had his lashes fluttering.

Eyes threatening to roll back at the light throbbing of his twitching erection. The spark forming in his lower stomach felt much, much too early. They hadn't made it past foreplay yet if this is what it was, and he had that knot settling low in his stomach. Beneath his husband's rolling, rubbing hand that dug into him viciously. Not a show of mercy when teeth bit down sharply on his nipple sending a jolt of pain over his chest. Whimpering in that keening pitch, he clawed at his husband's scalp earning him a whimper back.

It was then followed by another hard shove down. He couldn't take this much more. Not much more at all as he cried out shrilly with a yank on the soft locks slithering over his hand. Wrapped around his fingers as he clutched at them fervently. God, it was torture. The best type of torture he'd ever experienced in his life. It was just as good as the other times his husband had teased him. Ripped him apart as those buttons were mashed in the perfect order for him to fall apart. There was so much heat burning under his skin.

So much twisting and flaming that it had his blood boiling. Cooking alive in his own skin and he couldn't get enough. Moaning encouragingly when fingers flicked at his nipple once again before coming together to pinch tightly at it had him jolting. Jerking in a twist as his moan crested up in volume. Deafening as it filled the room. It had his husband squirming above him with another of those painful, ear ringing whines leaving him. Although it was muffled, it still had his ears throbbing lightly with pain.

He tried to shrug it away as he shuddered at the fierce suckling on his nipple. Biting down once again tearing a whine out of himself when he jiggled his hips up against the blonde who finally reinforced that jerk downwards. Sliding urgently against him, he could only imagine the sight of it. The flexing of his back as golden blonde locks spilled over his shoulders. A wild mess wrapped tightly around his hand as he squeezed at it. The forward roll of his hips with each glide of those hips moving to rub himself against him quickly.

The flex and pull of muscles beneath his skin as he did so with fingers prodding into his lower stomach. It was a hot image that had a keening moan flying out of him as he squirmed in that tight press downwards. Something that the blonde reinforced the strength of his pinned position. Oh, it had those sparks of heat feeding into that raking lust each time that twitching bulge rubbed against him in a glide. The sound of pants rubbing against him had his breath catching on an audible hitch as he clutched at the blonde.

Holding him close, close, close as that feverish heat radiating off of the man. His upper arm felt slick beneath his palm from the thin sheen of sweat forming over it. Or was his palm clammy? He couldn't tell. Couldn't focus long enough to tell the difference as he arched his chest up at a swirl of that tongue against his nipple. Flicking playfully when teeth nibbled at him gently sending tingles down to his twisting stomach as that spark flared hot, hot, hot in his lower stomach. Could Hizashi tell how close he was getting?

Feel it in the steadily growing throbbing in his erection? The twitches as he leaked shamelessly drops of pre-come? Gasping in sharply, he dug his nails into his husband's upper arm while tightening his fingers on the blonde locks he had wrapped around his fingers. Tight, tight, tight. Teeth nipped at him before biting down as the blonde lifted up to create a tug on his nipple tearing a keening whimper out of him. He was aching, aching, aching. Shaking. Hot. So full, full, full he could hardly take it a second longer.

Those fingers kneaded at his lower stomach with circles that had his jaw going slack. God, he was fucking happy he asked for them to do this. To indulge in something outlandish for it gave him this. His heart hammered against his chest when the blonde released his nipple after giving anther sharp yank that had pain blistering over his chest. Shuddering at the sensation had his husband squirming above him when he tightened his holds. Clawing at him to come closer, closer, closer even when there was no closer.

Pinned from hip to chest save for that hand kneading those hard circles into his stomach they were already as close as can be. He squeezed around the plug tearing a throaty moan out of himself as he clenched tight, tight, tight around it until the muscles ached in protest. Sending sparks of heat up his back as he tried to arch up again. To move his hips in those jiggles that had given him something with those rather efficient glides of his husband's hips against him. It was hard to heave in a breath to speak let alone moan.

Not when his brain was insisting on getting that air down to his itching lungs that shrieked for another breath. Another gasp that had his chest heaving when his husband pressed a kiss to his slick nipple before lapping his tongue over it with a grind of his piercing against it. Fingers pulled sharply at the right to which he moaned ecstatically at his husband only for it to choke off in his throat into a croak. Strangling into a guttural sound when fingers renewed their fiercely insistent push into his lower stomach.

Hips then thrusted sharply against him with such strength it had his lashes fluttering as he fought to keep them open when his eyes threatened to roll back on him. Sparks ripped up his back to fan under his skin leaving him so hot, hot, hot he couldn't help but cling to his husband. It was meant to be foreplay, wasn't it? Foreplay to get him used to that fullness? He had not a clue what happened to the original idea but he fucking loves it. Die right now if his husband decided to stop to bring them to the bathroom.

The area that they had agreed to do this in to avoid making a mess over the bed or floors. Especially if the unexpected were to happen. But he didn't want to move a damn inch. Not when those hips were gliding against him so fluidly it had his erection twitching excitedly. His legs shaking with that desire to buck up and take that control back from his husband, but he refused to move an inch. Not when he felt that spark twisting tight, tight, tight in his lower stomach where his husband was rubbing at him.

God, he didn't want to stop. Wouldn't let it all stop if he had a damn day about it. Who knew the request of trying an enema would lead to this? Who knew that asking for this would give him the hottest fucking thing he'd ever had since their hand at sploshing? He couldn't get enough. Some part of him wondered if he should be embarrassed. Shameful he was so close to an orgasm after some kisses, grinding, and stimulation to his nipples. If he should be embarrassed at how worked up he truly felt today.

If he should be absolutely mortified at being so close already but there were no emotions like it. Nothing. Not when his husband was grunting quietly under his breath with airy whines breaking them up as lips fluttered over his chest in a frenzy. Up towards his collar bone where teeth nipped at him with a keening whimper leaving the blonde. Shuddering when those quick, urgent slides were traded out for that original grinding. Lifting slightly away from the pinned position, he jerked his hips up eagerly with a gasp.

Taking the chance to grind himself frantically up against the blonde. Quick, quick, quick as he twisted against his husband earning himself a snapping growl as hips pressed tightly to his. Fingers prodding into his lower stomach tore another shrill, breathless moan out of him when he yanked at the locks of hair he had wrapped around his fingers. Shuddering at the hiss of air being taken by his husband when that tight grinding was broken up by a thrust that had him arching. God, he was so hot, hot, hot.

So full he could hardly take it a moment longer as he felt a few of those cramps twisting into him. Much like the orgasm twisting in his lower stomach that was going nowhere but up, up, up. He heaved in a gasp only for it to fly out on a breathless cry when Hizashi gave another of those hard shoves against his stomach. Oh, he couldn't take this anymore! Not a second more did he want to burn alive in his own skin. He needed, needed, needed it. A little more is all he needed. He just needed a little more.

It was all so fucking exciting. His pants huffed out of him as he arched his hips up eagerly against his husband only to have that slam down to the bed. It bounced beneath him lightly to which he wailed with that unmistakable delight in the sound ringing out as he twisted beneath his husband. Wriggling against that tight press down only to have his husband gasp against his chest as that pressure was relented just enough to let him grind. To arch his hips up ever so slightly to press tightly against his husband.

God, he was boiling in his own skin. He couldn't take much more of this heat. This ruthless teasing from his husband. A sharp yank on his wet nipple ripped him out of the babbling of that howling voice in the back of his head. Arching up with a buck upwards had his husband moaning into his throat as teeth nipped at his Adam's Apple. Tight circles were ground against him when his husband's hips slid against him again with a twitch of that erection against him. Unmistakable with that tight pin together.

It had him yanking at the blonde locks with a low moan when hips restarted that back and forth, back and forth, back and forth slide against him. Glides that had him whimpering encouraging at the blonde when a hand slid along his waist. That twisting orgasm was raking up, up, up as it settled into him like a hot coal. Feeding the flames of heat boiling his blood through his veins as he whined when hips bucked against him so sharply, he swore he felt the resulting slosh within him. Ohhh, he was burning up.

A caress along his waist had him arching up eagerly when he got another thrust against him. A sharp hit against him that merely acted to tear another moan out of him. Writhing. Twisting. Needing, needing, needing to be rid of the pressure in his lower stomach that was driving him insane. Up the wall. He needed it gone, gone, gone much like that twist orgasm clawing its way up inside of him. His world was shrinking down to that familiar hot point. Where nothing mattered but Hizashi, Hizashi, Hizashi.

In getting off so he could breathe properly without it fanning the heat beneath his skin. It was fucking exciting. Exhilarating. He panted raggedly that merely fed into another moan as he ground up eagerly against his husband. Thrusting up against the blonde then earned himself one of those deafening moans. Throaty. Snapping. It had his heart pounding against his chest with those heartbeats throbbing quietly in his ears. Nails raked over his waist coaxing him to thrust up again to which he happily complied with.

Grinding viciously against the blonde when that hand on his waist curved backwards to his lower back. Another raking drag across his lower back had him moaning out as he thrusted up against the blonde when fingers flicked at the waistband of his boxers. Careless flicks at the elastic band that had it flipping back into place sending shivers up his back. Anticipation twisting into him viciously when fingers crept beneath the waistband with a quiet grunt leaving the blonde when hips jerked down against him.

A sharp thrust tearing a fervent moan of his own out of him. So close, so close, so close. His orgasm was clawing its way up with each hard grind of those rolling hips against him as his breaths caught. Huffing out of him when his thighs trembled as the muscles jumped before tensing. His stomach flexing in its own tense tearing a moan out of him at the quiet strain on that pressure in his lower half. It was downright uncomfortable but he was so close, close, close he'd do anything chase that high. To shove him off the edge.

Suffer anything when he could feel the blonde's erection throbbing and twitching against him with each grind. An absolute wet mess between them from the pre-come soaking into clothing effortlessly. The sheen of sweat gathering over his skin as it pricked on his forehead in an itchy layer. Ohhhh, it was too much. He was boiling under that heat with each tight circle ground against him as fingers slid over his ass cheek beneath his boxers. Tingles raced up his back when the blonde's lips crawled up his throat towards his jaw.

Up to his feverish cheek when fingers dug in to give a hard squeeze that had him moaning at the blonde. Throwing himself into the tight circles when lips crushed down onto his with such force it had his lips throbbing lightly. His teeth aching at the sudden crash, but he didn't care one bit. Another squeeze was given that jerked his hips in a thrust against him tore a moan out of him. It left no question in mind this man would hump him like a toy if he had the chance. He was no fucking better. Not one bit.

He'd happily spend hours humping this man silly if he could get away with it. If he could manage it. Huffing his pants desperately through his nose, he felt the spark of heat racing up his back when Hizashi released his tight grip on his ass to slid down between them. Grabbing at the flat end of the plug, it wiggled lightly before it was pulled at a fraction of an inch before thrust back into him. Shallow wiggles really but oh, it had his hips bucking with an eager moan flying out of him. Ringing with that encouragement.

And he giddily returned the favor when he tightened his hand in his hair. Clutching at the locks fervently when his husband repeated that action with a slick, shallow thrust. He clenched tightly around the plug with that spark of eagerness that seemed to be quite contagious to his husband. There was a confidence as the blonde thrusted that plug into him shallowly to nudge that spot just below his prostate. He squirmed when his feet slid slightly over the blanket forcing him to bend his knees up again.

Pressing them to Hizashi's waist as an extra precaution to keep him stabilized. It had his husband moaning lowly at him with that eager undertone to it as hips herked in a thrust down against him. Then again. And again, again, again. Whimpering at the sparks of pleasure it gave him, he slid his lips fervently with his husband's as the sharp smacks rang out deafeningly to join the medley of other sounds around them. Filling the silence of their room. Shuddering, he bucked up as those shallow thrusts continued.

Sending weak sparks up his back when he felt that sharp twist of that mounting orgasm had him tensing. The stiff muscles relaxing then tensing in an uncertain clench each time he swore he was there, there, there. And with the shallow thrusts he was. Oh, he was teetering on the edge, and he just needed one damn good push. One more, one more, one more thing to send him hurtling off the edge he was dancing on. He huffed through his nose he got another thrust when he felt a sudden deep push of that plug into him.

And it fucking hit his prostate sending a sudden sharp spark of heat right up his back. A stark contrast to the weaker sparks that had been going up them previously. He broke the kiss with a wail as he tipped over that edge as the heat razed under his skin. Stiffening at the plucking snap of that orgasm rushing over him with that white-hot heat as his husband groaned over him. He couldn't fight it. He didn't want to fight it a second more as his eyes squeezed shut with his mouth dropping open on a gasp.

His eyes ached with the force as they rolled back with the snapping white-hot heat rushing up his thighs causing them to tremble when his husband groaned. And then he felt Hizashi pulling back in an overeager yank on the plug as he writhed. Pulling back too far, far, far when he was crashing out of the euphoric hog that had begun washing over him. Shattered when he felt the rush soaking into his boxers that soured the white-hot heat rushing over him. A moment of confusion quickly broke up when he shouted.

Giving an instinctive buck of his hips up against his husband fiercely to knock him off. Panicking at the liquid soaking into his boxers, the blanket beneath him, as he tried to scrambled away. Using his hands on the blonde's upper arm and hair to push him away. Gasping at the waves of that orgasm twisting through him crashing sloppily over him with that orgasmic bliss far from his grasp. Forgotten as the liquid from the enema gushed out of him when the pulls on his husband resulted in the plug being pulled free.

He tried twisting away, the panic clouding over that pleasure that held him in a shock. His head was spinning trying to piece together what was happening as that gush beneath him soaked into his boxers. The comforter beneath him as he shook. Trying to get away, away, away from the frantic blonde who was shouting but he couldn't hear. Couldn't process it when he was too busy trying to get away to spare their bed from further ruin when the weight above him was gone allowing him to flip off the soaked bed.

Gasping as the remaining liquid gushed down his legs through the soaked fabric of his boxers when he stumbled. Landing on his knees, he knew there was no sparing the carpet. His gasps were painfully loud in his ears as pain raced up his thighs from the impact on his knees when he felt the puddle beneath his legs. Rushing over them as he looked down into his lap at the throbbing of his erection. That voice in the back of his head screaming to solve it despite the spurts of come having soaked into his boxers.

Hot. He couldn't breathe. Couldn't think. It- This was something he didn't think this would happen. Something he didn't think would happen in all his worrying. All his fears but even in his anxieties it never reigned supreme over the others. After all, they never risked it that time last year. And Hizashi, Hizashi, Hizashi was behind him with hands on his shoulders to brush at his hair tipping his face upwards. Ringing. His ears were ringing, weren't they? Had to be from his husband's shrieking seconds ago, right?

Or was it the shock? The shock of it all? It wasn't until shaking fingers were rubbing over his cheeks did he realize they were wet. Blinking, he felt another streak down his right cheek down to his cheek as when a shuddering breath was being taken. Wet? Why were they wet? When had he started crying? How did he? He wasn't a crier. He didn't cry or tear up easily like his husband did. But as the last of that solution dribbled out of him, he felt his cheeks burning furiously as the embarrassment of it all strangled him.

Had his pants raking down on his throat into a choked sound as he looked up to his husband through the watery sheen. The smear of color that was his husband's face when hands pressed to his face. He couldn't hear. Why couldn't he hear? Was it the shock? The mortification certainly seemed to be strangling him. The embarrassment unwilling to let him croak out a word to the frantic blonde as thumbs slid over his cheekbones then up to his right eye to try and rub the tears away. The left. Yet more kept coming.

Rushing, rushing, rushing down his cheeks to his jaw when his lip quivered much to his mortification. And the blonde was throwing his arms around his shoulders holding him to his chest when he caught that string of babble over the ringing in his ears as he tried to think. To process the soaked carpet beneath him. The relief of pressure from his lower abdomen but he couldn't. The relief was hidden beneath the embarrassed mortification. Under the dissatisfaction of his orgasm that had been ugly rather than euphoric.

Choked rather than satisfying. Arms squeezed him tightly when he caught the sound of his own sniffle which did little to help a damn thing. Nothing was helping when a hand ran over his hair. Words making it through that ringing to catch-

"-orry! I'm so, so, so sorry, baby! Shouta, I'm sorry! I fucked up, I fucked up, baby, and I am so, so sorry! I didn't mean to! I didn't mean to do it that far! Baby, Shouta, please talk to me! I'm sorry, baby! I didn't mean to do that! I-I didn't mean to make you cry! Talk to me, please? Please, please, talk to me, Shouta? Baby boy, sweet thing, please-!"

Oh, there was a hoarseness to his husband's frantic voice as he was rocked gently. He couldn't rip the words out through his tight throat. Couldn't see through the blur. Why was he crying? He'd been embarrassed before, sure. He'd been mortified. But he hardly cried. Not sober. No, that was a lie, wasn't it? He cried during that odd threesome, didn't he? After the choking when he'd been gripped with such despair? When he'd been drunk, according to Hizashi? The chastity cage? Yet this time he was choked up.

He couldn't find his words. He couldn't think of a damn thing to say to his whimpering husband who was holding him so, so tight. Crushing him really to his chest but he didn't mind it one bit. Anything that let him hide his burning, wet face. And he gave in to that rocking as he ducked his face into his husband's throat as he was rocked back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. Clutched tightly as if the soaked floor beneath them wasn't disgusting. As if the fact he was soaked with different fluids.

As if it didn't mean a damn thing to the blonde as he was held closely in his lap. It had him whimpering himself into his throat as he pinched his quivering lips together with tears clinging to his lashes. He couldn't explain it. The tears. He'd been mortifyingly embarrassed before, yet he'd not shed a tear then. What was different between then and now? He couldn't find the link. Couldn't think when his husband was murmuring with lips pressing to the top in a flurry of frantic kisses to the top of his head.

Arms squeezing him with the apologies flying out of the blonde with each tear that fell it seemed. God knows he wished he could soothe the blonde. Calm him down somehow but he couldn't find it in him too. Not when he was so unbelievably mortified, he was drowning in it. Choking under the strangling weight of it all as his husband rocked him with those soft kisses. It didn't wipe it away. Didn't wash away the embarrassment eating him up. How, how, how was he going to forget about this?

How was he going to think of enemas without coming back to this mortifying moment? This mortifying moment he wished would end already. That the pit in his stomach would manifest into a bigger one to swallow him up. While he most certainly didn't see anything coming with the liquid as it was clear from what he'd seen, it didn't change anything. How in the world was he going to look his husband in the eye after this? It had tears welling in his eyes that slipped down his feverish cheeks to his jaw.

Slithering down his throat. Dripping off the edge of it. No matter where they landed, it merely had his husband whimpering above him. As if he could see his hot face. He couldn't do it. He wanted this moment to end now. Wanted to move past it yet it seemed all too intent on holding him in a strangle hold. There were no answers being found as he found his hands raising to cling onto the blonde. Holding onto him with the hope he could scrape his words together later to squeeze out of his tight throat. Later.