Shouta could hear Hizashi humming in their small dining room as fingers flew over the keyboard. Hot water poured over his hands as he stared out the window at the snowflakes striking at the window causing the screen to tremble. The heat was soaking into his hands sending shivers through him. Made him painfully aware of that biting chill that had managed to get to him. Managed to grip his very bones after having spent little more than fifteen minutes outside to salt the driveway and walkway.

A task he'd gotten down fairly quickly with his husband behind him. Fussing when his feet skidded only to stick close to him as they made their way back inside. That had been an hour ago, hadn't it? Longer? He had not a clue. However, did it truly matter? A squeak of the chair in the dining room had him blinking away those thoughts. Looking down at his pruning hands that were jerking lightly with the weight of the container in his hands. Threatening to slip through his slick fingers to create a deafening clatter.

He shifted his weight from foot to foot before rolling his head side to side with a huff. He then focused back on the task at hand as he resumed his scrubbing at the container. Hizashi's, Eri's and Hitoshi's bento boxes sat on the counter with a few lingering droplets slithering down the sides. He sighed under his breath as he scrubbed at his container with a renewed vigor. Unwinding as he listened to the quiet humming from the other room. It had the tense muscles in his shoulders relaxed at the familiar sound.

It was sweet. Pitches, tones, and octaves always came effortlessly to his husband. The blonde liked to say it was simply something that came naturally to him. He believed that the blonde merely had a natural curiosity about his quirk and put it to good use learning on those pitches. The sounds he could replicate were small but rather easy for the blonde to make for the sake of a joke. But it was this knowledge his husband had that paved way for vocal lessons and a beautiful singing voice. Something he adored.

The hot water rushing over his hands had a shudder racing down his back as goosebumps rose over his skin. Wringing out the sponge, he placed it on the edge of the sink next to the faucet. He rinsed the suds off of the container with a low hum himself before he choked it off. The last thing he wanted was Hizashi to abandon his work. He flipped the container around in his hands as he got the last trace of suds off of it before turning the water off. Shaking the container lightly to get as much water off.

He placed it in the dish strainer when he grabbed the towel that rested over the handle of the oven door. He dried his hands off when he felt a nudge against his calf prompting him to look down only to find large, copper eyes peering up at him. Bending down, he scratched the top of Twix's head gently. The cat tipped his head back to rub this face against his fingers firmly. Purrs erupted out of the cat as he stepped forward to rub his side against his shin. Smiling to himself, he took a moment to scratch behind Twix' ears.

Rubbing his knuckles gently along the corner of his mouth along his cheek. Down underneath his chin where those fierce purrs vibrated beneath his fingertips. He ended it with a sweeping caress down the cat's back earning him a jump of hips as he reached his tail. It whipped against his hand when he pauses to scratch in front of it. Giving another caress down his back had hips jumping up as he curled the tail around his fingers before standing up. He got one of those crunchy meows from Twix as he turned towards the counter.

Grabbing Eri's bento box to pull closer towards him. White flowers on a sunset orange background. It was her favorite one he'd gotten her as compared to the impromptu one of her first year here. He turned to the stove and rolled his shoulders back before reaching up to tie his hair back. Tugging the locks away from his throat and shoulder into a sloppy ponytail kept his hair from his face. Settling into the familiarity of getting the girl's lunch box filled with the left overs of dinner and a few additional items.

A pudding, and a juice box she always insisted on having. A small baggie filled with a small handful of grapes. It had him grateful he had the foresight to begin on lunch ideas for the next day while he'd been cooking dinner. It had eaten up his time, but God knows he didn't care. Not when he had Hizashi perched up on the counter next to him. Green eyes sparkling at him with that affection as he watched. When he showered those soft praises over him that had shivers running over him. Making him feel off balanced.

Clumsy fingered as he fumbled with the tasks until they'd sat down to dinner with Eri, Hitoshi and Denki. Hizashi, it would seem, delighted lately in showering him in praise. Soft crooned words close to his ear when he was tucked on his lap. Something he'd murmur to him when they curled together in his dorm room's shitty twin bed Tuesday afternoon. It was hard to keep that blush off his cheeks when Hizashi often shouted them. Always across a field during quirk training with students or during Heroic's.

Texted to him for his eyes to scan over again and again late at night. It was as if it had been building up in his husband and was now getting the chance to let it out. Get it off his chest only for more to keep coming. It was hard not to feel warm. Fuzzy under that warm gaze when Hizashi was showering him with those soft praises. There was no denying he was eating it up. Loving every crooned word given to him that he happily returned to Hizashi. Showered his husband with praises of his own with that wicked intention.

A bit of payback to get his husband flustered. He gave the blonde endless praises until the man was turning red with that sweet smile twitching up on his lips. When he was fidgeting with those quiet giggles mixing in with his own snickers. Twisting away from the blonde when hands traveled over the ticklish spots on his sides. He especially loved it when his husband was moaning those sweet praises down at him as he twisted restlessly. Burning up as he ate up the adoring pride he found in those green eyes.

In the smoldering heat aimed his way during it. It was hard to believe Monday morning had come so quickly with his duffel bag packed and ready for those three nights away. Hizashi whined the entire way there after dropping their daughter off. Lamenting the three nights they spent away from one another as he always did. However it was phrased carefully letting him know the underlying meaning behind hit. And he could sympathize with his husband. That their upcoming break on their sex life was expected.

But he knew it wasn't nearly the longest they'd go without sex. At least, if the piercing appointment was what his husband wanted. However, he had a solution for the lack of sex as he knew Hizashi was like a puppy. That the blonde merely wanted his attention, wanted him to be close, and to hold onto. To cuddle into when they were underneath the blankets together. To talk too in the afternoon hours about the weather as he groaned and moaned over the snow. He understood it as he missed it as well.

It was easy to wish he was in the living room cuddled up to his husband. To listen to his husband ranting at the weatherman as if it would change a single thing about the forecast. It was strangely comforting in the winter months to hear his husband ranting about the snow. It simply wouldn't be winter without it. However, the blonde seemed way too happy in showering him in those sweet words. In crooning to him the sweeter things he could come up with in that sing song tone of his. Delighting in making him blush.

It was in the wake of such praise that he found himself reaching out towards Hizashi in response to give him that affection back. To twist and cuddle up to him when they had a moment along. Showering freckled cheeks in soft kisses that had the blonde giggling. Had arms tightening around his waist to clutch him closer. Physical affection was always so easy to give to his husband. Thoughtless. And in the days following that afternoon of praise, he found himself eager to give it back to his husband.

To return the euphoria the blonde had given him that afternoon that had then led to a weekends worth of praise. It was come Monday he found himself reluctant to leave. To give up three nights with Hizashi yet he'd merely bit his tongue before leaving. It was, of course, remedied when Hizashi would follow him to his dorm room to twist together on that small bed of his. There was a strange desperation, an urgency that he couldn't shake. A circuit that thrummed under his skin that insisted he should get what he could.

To get everything possible from his husband physically. To give it right back to the blonde whenever he could before Friday. For Hizashi, ever a wild card, had truly decided to take that wild card and flip it around. It was an insane choice when the blonde had come to him after his birthday. A sparkle to his gaze and a beaming smile to talk about wanting a new piercing. Naturally, he had thought it to be a belly button piercing or a lip piercing the blonde wanted. But no. Wrong answers were made into a guessing game.

A back and forth until Hizashi had proudly proclaimed he wanted a Jacob's Ladder piercing. It had left him stunned. Taken aback. He almost wanted to suggest the blonde get a Prince Albert or a belly button. A damn nose piercing if he wanted. He didn't know his piercings very well, but he knew a Jacob's Ladder was painful. It would hinder the blonde's day to day life along with his sexual one. There had been that quiet urge to talk the blonde out of doing it. It wasn't like Hizashi regretted it he couldn't take them out.

But he didn't want the blonde to go through unnecessary pain. Hizashi, on the other hand, stood firm. And he could only do what he must when his husband made such radical ideas. He'd support him, bite his tongue, and help him through it. It was this week that that strange desperation had reared its head. The anxiety. The urgency to take, take, take and give it all right back to his husband what they could in their limited time together when they spent three nights away out of the week from one another.

It was hard yet they made it work with what they could. So much of his focus being zeroed in on Hizashi. On giving him things that he could use in that gray area of uncertainty when he was able to touch himself yet had to refrain from sex. So much time, energy and drive was on making the blonde feel good. On indulging in that overstimulation he normally kept away from. Something he refused for a fear of a limp. It's what made Monday and Wednesday thrilling to see that awed expression on his husband's face.

The widening of his eyes as his jaw dropped when he was yanking the blonde to the staff dorm showers. To his small dorm room onto that small twin mattress. It was a delight to see the excited sparkle in those green eyes as spots of pink bloomed over cheeks when he grabbed the blonde's hand. When he dragged Hizashi with him. Anything to take a minute or even an hour that he could get away with to touch the blonde. There was an odd thrill to it all that he hadn't expected but he didn't give it much thought.

Thursday morning, the blonde seemed to be bouncing more than usual. Running more than walking it seemed by his classroom door. And it was only after class that his husband was waiting in the doorway, bouncing on his toes, waiting for him to gather his items from the classroom. Squirming on his feet when he got his duffel bag from the dorm room before they had made their way to the car. He still didn't understand where the energy had come from with his husband. How he had such energy but he didn't mind it.

There was always something going on in Hizashi's head that would make sense later on. However, the sight of a wrapped package in the backseat of their car had gotten his attention but the blonde merely smiled when it was brought up. And stepping over the threshold? To have so much come at him? Well, a package in the backseat of their car was forgotten effortlessly. Reaching up, he rubbed the back of his hand against his eye before finishing up Eri's box. Snapping the cover on, he pulled Hitoshi's bento closer.

Sighing out quietly to himself as he started on that one. A mint green lunchbox that had small cat paws along the sides of it. The quiet humming from the room behind him had his stomach fluttering as he debated the conversation ahead of him. The one he'd been planning since he woke that morning to text messages from Hizashi. Far from climatic, he wanted to have one night with something fun in terms of their last night of sex. One final night that they could do what they wanted. Give them both something to enjoy.

And what could be more fun than a roleplay? They had tossed around the idea before after their very first one - according to Hizashi - could be seen as their pet play. To him it was their night out that had required active roles they agreed upon. There were a few others like the maid outfit his husband asked him to wear. The breeding kink they'd played with. And tonight, he wanted to breathe life into a roleplay. Something they could enjoy themselves doing and throw themselves into. Something they could lose a few hours in.

If anything, he saw it as his golden ticket to talk to his husband about introducing more roleplay scenarios into the bedroom. And that morning, he had. When he'd met Hizashi by the parking lot with a hot coffee being handed to him he took the chance. The widening of those eyes showed of that familiar sparkle to them as his breath plumed from parting lips. A smile had twitched widely at them at the quiet back and forth they had once dropping their things off in their respective classrooms. Meeting again to continue on.

Hizashi had happily stood before his podium to carry on that low conversation together. To pull up their Google Doc that they traded off typing at throughout the day on phones or laptops. It was far too spotty throughout the day with their busy schedule to come together often but they did their best. It wasn't until he was being coaxed into the car that they'd had more time to discuss together. Plan out a weak rough draft of dialogue options. An outline on how the scene would play out step-by-step.

Given they wouldn't dare think of using the school as a basis of their roleplay it was needed. And surprisingly it was far easier to plan for it to remain at home. Once they'd flown of the threshold of the house, they'd had an hour alone to come up with a clearer picture together. An hour to work out the smaller kinks in their script for the night before Eri was flying through the front door. Calling for him only to rush into the living room. It had, thankfully, been more than enough time to review and memorize everything.

To reread the dialogue lines for their roleplay. To finish up what they'd been typing out when Eri had asked Hizashi to walk her through her nightly routine. It was exciting. Thrilling. God, it'd been quite a while since they'd humored doing a roleplay together. Since he'd gotten the thrill of planning something out no matter how simplistic. It was exciting to see those spots of pink blooming over freckled cheeks. The excitement as eyes flickered between the laptop screen and himself as they typed out their ideas.

Looking over then tweaking the awkward lines that they'd come up with earlier in the day. It was all a matter of reviewing it before putting it into reality. And honestly? Neither cared if the script of dialogue was followed to a T. There was nothing to it other than adding a touch of spice to the scene they wanted to lay out. Just like with their first roleplay. It was merely an enhancer, a guideline, of what they could say. Humming quietly to himself, he could easily catch the cheerful song his husband sang quietly.

His hands moved to get Hitoshi's bento box filled neatly and he found himself rolling his weight onto his right leg. Humming under his breath with the blonde as he kept the pitch lower. Quiet. He finished the bottom section of the lunch box before snapping the other pieces in with the rest. Filling each layer with the rest of the indigo-haired teen's lunch for the next day. After he got his and Hizashi's done, it would be merely a matter of washing out thermoses and tumblers to fill with a drink of choice for everyone.

He sighed out softly, cutting off his quiet humming when he reached up instinctively to swat at the lock of hair that fell against his cheek. Tucking it back behind his ear as his ponytail brushed his upper back lightly. Finishing up the lunch box with the small additional items he'd given the teen before. And he snapped the top on before placing it to the side on top of Eri's box. He reached out to tug Hizashi's bento box, a brilliant yellow with small birds printed on it, towards him. Filling up the bottom portion with a quiet hum.

Then he heard the quiet click behind him the laptop being shut followed by the scrape of chair legs over the floor. His heart jumped to his throat with a flutter in his stomach as he focused on at least starting to get his husband's bento put together. There was another scrape as the chair was pushed in with that soft humming ringing out. Not quite a Christmas carol as it had been in the beginning of the month. Whatever it was, however, it was damn close to one. Cheerful and peppy as he focused on his task.

Forced himself to focus rather than let that excitement flicker to life. Anticipation of his husband's appearance behind him like every other time he was packing lunches. He was careful in placing the portions in the bottom section of the bento before grabbing the other sections to it. Filling the second part with smaller snacks he knew Hizashi would enjoy before snapping the top on. He could feel the floor tremble gently with the approach of his husband. Trying to be quiet as he crept up behind him.

Something he knew was coming the second he heard that chair. His lips twitched up into a smile when hands slid over his waist. Coming forward to rest on his stomach as arms curled around his waist. A kiss was placed on his shoulder that led to a trail moving up the side of his neck softly. His stomach fluttered viciously with a skip of his heart accompanying the sensation. A short breath left him on a sigh when arms tightened around him in a squeezing hug. One that had his back pressing tightly to Hizashi's chest.

It had him melting when he felt his husband nuzzle his neck softly with fingers plucking at his sweater before twisting into the fabric. He lifted his left hand up to curl backwards to give a clumsy stroke over the blonde locks. Resting his hand on the back of his head as Hizashi hummed softly when he scratched lightly at his head. He could melt away into the warmth. Stay content like this in his husband's arms for hours. To remain in here as that light sway was picked up had him humming back at the blonde.

It was relaxing as they swayed slowly side to side with fingers clutching at his shirt. He lifted his right hand from the counter to caress Hizashi's forearm softly before coming down to hold onto his wrist. His sleeves had long since been rolled up allowing him to soak up the warmth of his skin. There was another nuzzle to his neck before Hizashi's head lifted upward as he tilted his own. Facing him in the close proximity merely had lips coming down on his in a soft kiss. It was absolute exhilarating.

Just as exciting as it would be had the blonde scooped him up. Dipped him only to place a smoldering kiss on him as he had done in the past. The skips of his heart and that wild fluttering in stomach threatened to make him sick. Nauseous at the intensity of his body's reaction to the blonde's touch. Something he welcomed happily. The soft, warm touch of lips on his own as he allowed himself to be swayed idly with arms tight around him. It was heaven. He almost wanted to forsake his idea of sex tonight.

To hold onto the warmth being provided to him with each slide of those lips against his own with a quiet whisper. Molding and curving to shape to his, the sweetness poured into that kiss was tooth rottenly overwhelming. Filled with an adoration, an affection, that left him breathless as he moved his lips with Hizashi's. Minutes, hours, days could be spent devoted to kissing the blonde. Years to grow accustomed and have his fill yet he knew he'd still be eager for more. Still want those lips on his until his were swollen.

Kissing Hizashi had always been a beautiful addiction of theirs. A craving he could blindly indulge in whenever the chance presented itself. It had him melting back against his husband's chest as he sank into the slow kisses traded back and forth. He absolutely loved how soft those lips were. How warm they always were. How they fit comfortably against his own with those gentle slides given that he happily moved along with. A light smack ringing out intermittently to break the quiet whispering of their lips.

It was painfully in the silence of the kitchen when Hizashi pulled back. A sharp little smack ringing out when he felt his smile widening anew. Chuckling when smiling lips pressed to the tip of his nose before Hizashi pulled back. "You almost done, baby? I was thinking of turning in for the night. I got my reports and emails all sent off thankfully so it's a matter of just getting a response. So, I'm one hundred percent ready to turn in with you if you're ready for it."

"Mmm, doesn't sound like a bad idea, now does it?" A murmur. Quiet. It sent shivers down his back to have Hizashi's voice so close to his ear as he held onto his wrist. His lashes felt heavy with each sway given that he followed along with, yet he couldn't let that fatigue form. Couldn't let himself grow so content he forgot their plans. One last time. Three weeks or two months it would be a while. "Zashi, are you really sure you wanna go along with your appointment tomorrow?"

"One thousand percent! Are you scared about it, Sho? You know you don't have to be!" He huffed at the blonde causing a few stray blonde locks to flutter against freckled cheeks when his husband smiled. "It'll be fine. If anything, from what I've read, it could make sex even better for us! And you have to admit, it'd be pretty hot, wouldn't it? To know I'm pierced? The feeling of it? Truthfully, I'm not scared one bit, baby. I trust who I'm going too and you'll be there with me."

"Because you want me to hold your hand, right?" There was a playful sparkle to that gaze when he let his smile deepen into a grin when arms squeezed him tightly. A laugh burst out of him when the blonde head him off of his feet briefly with a yelp trying to law its way out into the laugh. He tapped his fingers sharply against the back of Hizashi's head earning him a snicker. "If you want to do this then I'll help you with it. Even if I shudder at the thought. You're a stronger man than me, Zashi."

Another snicker left the blonde when he was placed down on his feet again when he felt teeth nip at his ear. It sent a wave of tingles down his back to pool into his fluttering stomach. Made worse by the warmth of his even breaths fanning over his ear warming the skin as fingers tightened their holds in his shirt. "Not stronger. Maybe a bit braver! Anyways, are you about done? I don't want to rush but I think I'm more excited about this roleplay than you! Are you sure you're okay them of it?"

"I'm fine with it. I mean, if anyone was to hear about two teachers doing a whole professor and student roleplay it'd probably raise a couple brows. But to me, it's weird but not weird, you know?" A low hum was his answer when he took the moment to tug lightly at a few locks of hair as they swayed idly. He rested his head back against Hizashi's shoulder when he let out a hum of his own before sighing out. "I think the only thing that matters is it's not real. There are no darker, ulterior motives behind it."

"Exactly! It's like I said when I suggested it! It's weird but it doesn't have to mean anything, you know? It's not like either of us is going to run out and begin a whole relationship with a student of ours, now, will we?" A snort burst out of him when arms squeezed his waist with fingers beginning to knead lightly at his stomach. "It's about having fun like you said this morning! And besides, I don't think you understand how pretty you look in a skirt, Sho! That maid outfit will always be a top five for me!"

"And you know that makes you sound like a disgusting pervert, don't you?" His smile deepened into a grin when Hizashi snorted in a laugh as lips pressed to his shoulder softly. It was a shot of warmth through him that had his stomach fluttering again as he sighed out. "You think you can handle cleaning up out here? I want to look over what you added to the Doc. Get dressed so we can get started when you get in there, you know? Make it a smooth transition into the roleplay for us."

"Oh, please, don't tell me it doesn't make your boxers drop thinking of calling me Yamada-sensei!" He swatted at the hand kneading at his waist when he got a snicker from the blonde as he was then eased backwards. Tugged at until he was turning in the blonde's arms. Hands resting on his shoulders, Hizashi leaned forward to which he happily met him halfway for a kiss. Pulling back the blonde smiled at him as soothing circles were rubbed into his lower back. "But I can handle cleaning up out here."

"You can always call for me if you need any help with anything." He tugged lightly at a blonde lock before flipping a few silky locks through his fingers when Hizashi's smile merely widened. He gave a sharper pull that had his husband jumping when he stepped back out of his grip. Hands slid along his waist when he fought a shiver at the way that smile deepened. At the wicked gleam he caught to that gaze when he spun on his feet. "I'll, ah, be in the bedroom. Hurry?"

"I'll be there as soon as I finish up out here! For now, you go get yourself ready, baby. I'll join you shortly."

He nodded when he turned on his feet away from his husband. Taking the few short steps to their small hallway while Hizashi hummed behind him again. Not a beat missed as his stomach dropped airily when he felt a tingle rush up to his cheeks bringing with it a weak heat. Something he knew would burn with the heat stinging at the tips of his ears. Burning in the back of his neck. It was exciting. Thrilling. Roleplaying was something he found himself truly, genuinely, enjoying. God, he loves it more than he realized.

Losing a few hours acting out a scenario with his husband was absolutely exciting. Until last year, he had been hesitant about bringing it up. Hell, that first reaction his husband would have to the end of him every humoring the subject of roleplaying. Embarrassed by it until Hizashi had reassured him but he knew the blonde had been right about it. He didn't look like the type to enjoy it. Hell, he never thought he was creative enough for it. Never thought Hizashi would find anything interesting about it.

Even if the blonde tended to be more creative out of the two of them. But it had been relieving when the blonde accepted his offer of roleplay. Something that led to a few others after that very first planned out scenario they acted out. And the fact they were doing it again? It had his stomach dropping with the familiar excitement and nerves. He could only imagine it was something akin to stage fright. Being camera shy. The thud of his feet as he flew down their hallway merely reinforced that feeling in waves.

Had his breath catching in the back of his throat. His fingers plucked at his sweatpants as he pushed open their bedroom doors with his left hand. Stepping into the room, two pairs of blue eyes landed on him as heads raised up from their places on the bed. Even copper eyes cracked open at him from the pillows sleepily. Curious as he rushed into the room with the thuds of his feet muted by the carpet. Sitting at the end of the bed was the package that Hizashi had kept on the backseat. Playfully held away from him.

A mischievous glint in his eyes when he tried questioning it. The very one he'd forgotten about in their hectic afternoon home. To know what was in the package had his heart skipping once, twice, as he reached out to pick it up. Taking a deep breath, he squeezed the wrapped package with a crinkle that had light blue eyes widening. Pupils expanding at the sound with ears perking up. He swallowed when he found his feet moving for him towards the bathroom. Pulling to tear off the wrapping of the package.

His ponytail swayed lightly against his upper back as a loose strand of hair tucked behind his ear tickled at his neck. Rushing into the dark bathroom, his hand shot out to find the light switch to flip. Pausing before placing the half open package on the counter. Snapping the door gently behind him, he felt the heat flooding his face to burn fiercely. Stinging the tips of his ears. He was far from shy as he was in the past but this? It wasn't at all what he expected. Not a uniform aimed for male's but he should have expected this.

Shaking out his hands, he made quick work tearing the wrapping off of the package. Pulling open the flaps of it until he was looking at a clear package tucked inside. It had very obviously been opened given the clothing inside was far from neatly bundled. Not at all. If anything, he knew that items had been added to the clear package in his hand that bulged. He cursed under his breath at the thought of Nemuri or Hizashi adding something additional to it all. It was mortifyingly embarrassing thought.

Much more embarrassing than simply putting on a feminine uniform. He'd never understand the attraction to it but if Hizashi liked it? Liked seeing him in a skirt the way he liked seeing his husband's face made up or in one of his lacier negligees? Well, he could handle this. It wouldn't be the first time in a skirt or something feminine. It was hardly anything to be shy about when he himself had worn stockings before. Lingerie style boxers. Licking his lips instinctively, his teeth dragged over his bottom lip a few times.

Shifting from foot to foot slightly as he plucked up the plastic package. Pulling at the flap where the sticky line keeping it sealed shut gave up holding it shut. Easily peeled open which merely confirmed to him that either Hizashi peeked at it or something was added to it. He made quick work to get the shirt, the blazer and skirt out carefully when his eyes fell on the additional items to it. A fresh wave of heat rushed to his cheeks at the sight of the added items. A black pair of rolled up stockings.

Another black item rolled up that he could immediately recognize as a pair of women's underwear. The small bow on them was unmistakable when he then forced his hands to fish out the blue bow inside. It was a horrendous shade of blue, unflattering, but he wasn't going to see it. Wasn't going to be looking at it the whole time, now was he? It could be a touch of payback for wearing the underwear. To make Hizashi stare at that horrendous blue bow. It was a gaudy shade that his husband and himself actively avoided.

The very thing that Hizashi always insisted was an unflattering shade for him. It was the same way he avoided red for years under the belief it made him look cheap. Slutty. He swallowed as he placed the back down while taking a slow breath in then out. Reaching down, he grabbed the hem of his shirt before flipping it up. Working it over his head, he tugged his arms through the sleeves quickly. His ponytail, however, caught on the net of the shirt as he yanked at it with a grunt. Trying to work himself out of it.

In the process of yanking and struggling to work his ponytail out for a brief moment, it loosened. An irritated, short sigh left him when he finally got it up and tossed to the floor. He shivered at the cool air attacking his skin when his gaze flicked to the mirror. A pure habit when he was in front of the sink. There was an excited sparkle to his gaze that made his eyes seem wider. Bigger somehow. The blush was a blotchy mess over his cheeks that spread to the tips of his ears turning them a brilliant scarlet.

Several locks of hair had worked free in his struggle that dangled over his ears. Brushed against his cheek as they tickled his shoulders until he forced his gaze away from himself. He focused instead on grabbing that white button down shirt that he worked to get the thin strips of tape off of. Unrolling it with a cracking shake, he brought it up to slid his arms into when he realized the dilemma with it. Tight. It strained over his shoulders and upper arms subtly with the warning that a sharp movement could rip it.

Would strain over him to restrict his movements and make them stiff. He left it hanging open with a shudder as the cool air attacked his skin in an effort to chase away the warmth. He moves his hands down to hook his thumbs into the waistband of his pants and boxers together. Pausing with that hesitation as his gaze flicking to the pack sitting on the counter. It wouldn't be the first time he wore them. Wasn't a big deal but he couldn't stop that self-conscious rush making its way through him. The embarrassment.

The flicker of heat for he knew that, while embarrassing, that Hizashi would love it. Hell, he could admit no matter how embarrassing that they were comfortable. It was mortifying but he couldn't deny that fact at all. The thin fabric was easily breathable and besides, it's not like they'd be on him for very long, would they? He shoved his pants and boxers down his legs as the crisp white fabric of his shirt swayed lightly a he worked the clothing from his ankles. Tossing them with his shirt when took a deep breath.

Turning to the sink as his face burned fiercely. An uncomfortable heat already as he slipped his hand into the clear package. Grabbing at the rolled up underwear within along with the stockings. He had to at least be grateful Hizashi didn't get him some wild color. Black was a smart choice on his husband's part. They were nothing wild in terms of pattern or colors like what he'd seen on his husband in the past. It wasn't as embarrassing to look at or humor putting on ass a leopard print would. Or a neon pink shade.

He could even ignore the little bow on the front of them with a bit of effort. Reaching up, he scrubbed his fingers into his eyes to focus before dropping it down again with a sigh. He needed to get to work on peeling thin strips off of the fabric which he did effortlessly. Shaking out the underwear with a quiet flap that had his heart jumping. Angling his gaze away as he stepped into the delicate material carefully to avoid catching his feet on them. It was amazing the lengths he went to make something feel authentic.

Make it good for the both of them the way he wanted it too. He straightened up with a wiggle as he tugged the underwear up while taking care to get himself tucked comfortably into them. Pulling them up the final inches with the waistband snapping lightly to hug his hips. It wasn't awful. In fact, he was right from his memories. It was comfortable. He just had to thank God they weren't translucent. Something that Hizashi had worn in the past before but he knew he wouldn't have been able to do it. To get them on.

Even with that exhibitionist side of him coming out more often. Even with his new boldness that was much like Hizashi's couldn't be enough. Nowhere near enough to get him into a silky pair of translucent underwear like his husband did without batting a lash. Swallowing, he clenched his jaw when he traced the waistband of the underwear lightly. Goosebumps broke over his skin when he rubbed the pads of his fingers against the material of it. Soft beneath his finger tips. It was nice. He wasn't for it but it was comfortable.

Amazingly so. They hugged him tighter than boxers did but that wasn't the worst thing in the world. If anything, it had tingles running down his back at the reaction his husband would have when he stepped out. When those eyes roamed over him with that heat to smolder him alive. As if he were tempted to rip them off with his damn teeth. Something that had his blood burning. He jerked his hands away as he blinked at the flicker of heat. The twist of that arousal when his dick twitched with interest at his train of thought.

He took a shuddering breath as he forced himself to focus on getting dressed when his gaze landed on the stockings. Reaching over, he picked up the stockings to make quick work of peeing the thin strips of tape off. Draping one on the sink's counter while he took the time to stretch the one in his grip out. Bunching it up quickly as he bent down to slide his right foot into the end of it. He braced it on the toilet seat as he pulled the black stocking up his leg with light tugs to keep the fabric tight against his leg.

It came to a stop just below his knee surprisingly. Hizashi had never failed to make it known he loved the thigh highs he'd bought a year ago. Adored them. And he had to admit it was a bit of a guilty pleasure of his own to have them. He'd not breathed a word of it to his husband but he loves his first pair of stockings. Whether that was the memories attached to them or the emotional attachment. Whichever was the case, he loves his stockings. God, when was the last time he wore them? Put them on for his husband?

A year, wasn't it? Much too long but he shook off the thought before he could get carried away with it. Lost in it. He tugged at the stocking lightly to keep it up yet he knew it would be inevitable it rolled down. He dropped his right foot from the toilet seat to grab the stocking on the counter. Bunching it up in his grip before bending over to dip his left foot into it while making sure it was snugly in place. Stretched tightly over his foot before he braced he braced it against the closed toilet seat. Tugging it up into place.

His stomach gave an excited twist when he gave a few sharp yanks until he was satisfied it'd stay in place. The skirt was much easier to get on. A deep blue, a stark contrast to the horrendous blue of the bow, that he stepped into quickly. It was only once it was on that he realized it was much shorter than he realized. Shorter than the small picture that had come with it in the plastic package. The hem was seamlessly cut. Neatly. It was strangely vulnerable standing in such a short thing as his face burned.

It was supposed to be much longer. To his knees. Yet Hizashi or Nemuri seemed to take it into their own hands to shorten the length of it to his mid-thigh area. Or was it shorter than that? He didn't want to test it to know. To confirm the fact that the skirt wouldn't cover a damn thing if he bent over. Hell, he wouldn't be surprised if his ass already hung out even a bit. Like with the shorts he'd gotten last year. He took a deep breath as he fought that strange rush of emotions. Indistinguishable in the moment.

Knowing anything, it was Nemuri. It had to be. The woman always claimed to "help" but he didn't know how this helped anything. How she thought that this could even begin to be a good idea. How having the threat of his ass hanging out would help with anything. It helped that embarrassment, surely. He forced his gaze away from the crisp skirt swaying subtly against his thighs. Brushing lightly in a ticklish manner as he shifted his weight from foot to foot. Swallowing, he began pulling the buttons of his shirt together.

Distracting himself when he heard the bedroom doors opening. The jingling of bells on cat collars as he caught the muffled coaxing of Hizashi's crooning voice as he no doubt ushered the cats out. He made quick work of the lower half of his buttons as he made his way up his stomach. His chest, on the other hand, was another task. If he thought it was tight on his upper arms and shoulders then he was wrong. God, his chest was a struggle. It was hard to yank the buttons together only to have them pop through the holes.

Have the fabric strained over it. At least he could roll his shoulders comfortably with it open without the fear of it popping open. It wasn't uncomfortable. Far from it. However, the taut pull of the buttons had him a trace worried about it popping open at the wrong moment. He clenched his jaw as he struggled to get the very top button shut with the fabric straining lightly. Struggling to stretch over his chest when the button beneath it burst open. Giving up the second he got the top button close to buttoned.

Forget it.

It would get him nowhere struggling with an outfit that would surely be coming off in minutes. He gave up on the top button in favor of getting that second one redon. Getting the blazer over him which was surprising loose around him. Comfortable. He brought it together to button it in the middle with huff as he grabbed the blue bow. God, it was ugly color, but it was his small bit of payback. Especially now that he knew how short the skirt was made to be. Bringing it up, the small patch of Velcro tore apart easily.

Pressing it to his throat, the material of the bow scratched lightly at his skin as he attached the Velcro together. It scratched lightly at the nape his neck much like the front as he held himself still with a careful deep breath. Five seconds. He merely needed five seconds to look before walking out. He may not like it, but he refused to let himself go out looking any sillier than he possibly did now. Tensing slightly, he turned to face the mirror again as his shoulders stiffened. Twitching up towards his ears instinctively.

The blush smothered itself over his cheeks in its blotchy appearance. A deep red beneath the lighting of the bathroom as he forced his stiff shoulders down. Reaching up again, he touched the bow before fussing with it until it looked halfway decent. Glowing against his skin making it look pallid compared to the brilliant, horrendous shade of it. His eyes raised as he caught his own gaze before looking away. The excitement he found there had the emotion twisting into him. Going hand-in-hand with the flicker of heat.

His hands trembled against the counter before he reached down to yank at the hem of the skirt. As if it could make it longer again when his breath rushed out on a shudder. He didn't look awful but God he hated that blush. It was unflattering, no matter how his husband crooned over it. Seemed to take a delighted pride in making him blush. He fussed with the end of his skirt when he reached up uncertainly towards his hair. Keeping it up would be better. All that mattered was it would him cooler even if it was a mess.

If he let it down it'd merely get in the way, and he'd hate it. He watched his teeth drag over his bottom lip before he reached up to yank his hair down. Scraping black locks up into a new ponytail, he pulled tightly at the locks as he worked the hair tie around them. It was better even if the messy locks made his ponytail stick up wildly. It didn't matter. So long as it was out of his face. It was as he fussed with the wild locks did he realize he was looking at himself again. Subconsciously meeting his gaze in the mirror.

Dark eyes wide as they held that smolder that had his heart skipping. Pupils expanding with that flickering heat under his skin that had him fidgeting. Hands dropping to tug at the hem of his skirt again instinctively. He didn't look bad. Not at all like he'd feared. But it felt strange to stare at himself in the mirror. His stomach flipped before fluttering with that rush of exhilaration when he looked away. Lips pinching together when his dick gave another interested twitch when his breath caught. It felt wrong.

So wrong it shouldn't be making him feel excited. Good. It was a conflicting situation as his brain tried to process it all. Tried to make sense of that dirty feeling swarming his chest at the mere reality of the situation. That he was standing in a uniform in his bathroom. Wearing an obscenely short skirt with women's underwear on underneath it. Hugging him. It was a strangely guilty feeling. As if he were expecting someone to see him in it. It made him feel good. His gaze flicked up only to give him that familiar jolt of arousal.

He knew that to Hizashi he'd look good. It was then he got that click of realization as his brain pieced it together with a shiver running down his back. It made him feel slutty. There was a flip to his stomach as he swallowed when he jerked his gaze away in response to the gentle knock on the door. He shoved the realizations swarming him down in favor of darting down for his pants. Digging into the pocket to get his phone out to look over their document to see what Hizashi had added. It was the last thing he needed to do.

Needed to know what he had to say to begin that immersion he wanted to aim for. Try to gain. Swallowing, he called out a weak request for a moment. Just one moment was all he needed as he unlocked his screen and pulled up their document. Scrolling down through the familiar ideas and bullet points, his face burned with a fresh wave of heat when he got to the newer section. The dialogue suggestions Hizashi had written in response to his own. Heat flashed under his skin in a burst that robbed him of breath.

His husband was either the smartest man with words alive or he was the evilest man he'd ever met. The things the blonde had written down seemed impossible. Unspeakable despite being so very plain as he read them over and over. But the thought of himself saying those things had his face burning uncomfortably hot. His heart thudded in solid, hard beats that had him nauseous as that excitement twisted. Sharp. His fingers clutched at the hem of his skirt tightly when he reread those words once more before closing it out.

Turning his Do Not Disturb option on before turning the screen off as he rested it with a light clatter on the sink. Oh, Hizashi was the worst. And he fucking loves it. Loves that his husband knows what he's capable even if he didn't know it fully. For it truly wasn't anything vulgar. Nothing awful. Yet it had that heat simmering under his skin along his bones at the thought. He wished he'd brought up roleplaying with the blonde before if he knew it would get him this.Taking a breath, his gaze lifted from the sink to the mirror.

Taking a final glance at himself only to find a resolute expression to his red face. A determined look in his eyes that had him pushing away from the counter. Fighting that urge to hold the hem of his skirt to keep it from flying up. Keep himself covered. He reached out grabbing the cool metal of the door handle. Once he steps foot out of this room, he'll need to be ready to give those quips back. Step into the role he'd given himself that morning with Hizashi when there was another knock on the door. Hesitant.

"Baby, are you okay? Do you still want to do this? It's okay if you don't want to! You don't have to come out if that's the case! We don't have to go through with this is if it's making you uncomfortable." It was heartwarming. Sweet but always so annoying of his husband to offer him an out. He didn't want an out. Not when he'd gotten this damn thing on. Not when he'd made it clear that he was more than fine with this. "Shouta? Do you want to-?"

"I want too." It was a bit of an effort to raise his voice to carry through the door when Hizashi's carried effortlessly with the use of his quirk. It was easy for his husband to be heard through doors and walls. Floors. He took a breath when he twisted the handle with a light click that had his stomach fluttering. "I'm perfectly fine, Zashi! Now, let's do this, yeah? I want to have fun with you before tomorrow and goddammit, I want this. So, are you ready, Zashi? Or are you the one that's uncomfortable?"

There was a moment of silence that had his heart throbbing with those hard beats it gave. And then the door handle was twisting in his slackened grip with the door popping open to which he pulled it open further. The way those eyes widened with that flare of heat had his breath catching in his throat. Stepping forward once that door was out of the way with hands grabbing at his. "Baby, I think I am perfectly fine with this! God, Shouta, it's a bit tight but I think I have a special appreciation for it!"

"A special appreciation for it? Is that what all professors should be saying to students? Or are you going to exploit a student coming to you for help, Yamada-sensei?" Oh, it felt weird to say it. Choke it out. Hands tugged at his own gently to ease him out of their bathroom into the bedroom. It was a gripping instinct to grab at the hem of the skirt brushing over his thighs stiffly. Especially when eyes were dropping to catch the movement. "I-I don't think it's very helpful what you're doing."

It sent shivers to see that heat flaring at him again when green eyes lifted up to catch his. Locking onto him with an intensity as hands squeezed his hands to which he absent mindedly returned the squeeze. Lips twitched as he let his gaze roam over the blonde. From that deep red turtle neck of his down to the jeans he'd changed into. His hair slicked back into a casual ponytail that trailed over his shoulder. Stunning. "Oh, that's right, isn't it? You're coming to me for some extra help, aren't you, Sho-chan?"

Oh.

It had his cheeks burning with a fresh blush that quickly took place of the previous. He fidgeted as a grin spread over his husband's twitching lips. When was the last time he'd heard Hizashi call him that out loud? Years ago? It was blatantly clear the nickname still made him flustered. Made his heart skip wildly when he kept his gaze on his husband. Fighting the urge to look away. "I am. I-I need a little help focusing on what I need to do. Because-Because you're distracting, Yamada-sensei."

Hands squeezed his again before they were pulling away from his to drop down. Coming down to rest on his waist with a light pull that had him stepping closer to the blonde. It was a quiet heat. Sizzling along his bones. Waiting for the chance to rip up to the surface and rob him of breath. Of reason. Until he was begging Hizashi to touch him all night long. Repercussions being damned. "Oh? I make it hard to focus? I don't think you've having a very hard time right now, are you? You seem to be paying very good attention to me."

"It's-!" His words were choking him. He lifted his hands only for them to waver hesitantly. Uncertain before he placed them on the blonde's chest. Felt that pounding heart as he slid them up to hold onto his shoulders when he took a deep breath. Shuddering on its way out as hands kneaded at his waist gently. He just needed to get those words out. "I can't focus on anything other than you, Ya-Yamada-sensei. It's just hard to focus sometimes on the lessons you're giving. I didn't want to-to trouble you about it."

"You can't focus on anything but me, huh? What does that mean, Sho-chan? Could you tell me about that? What could I be doing that makes it so hard for you to focus on your studies? On your work? What have I possibly done to make my star student so distracted?" Fingers dug gently into his waist sending tingles racing under his skin. Had his throat hot under that shitty bow he wore but he'd be damned if he ripped it off now. Not when he saw that hungry look clawing to the surface in his husband's gaze.

"Yo-You're very attractive, Yamada-sensei." It was awkward but God did he love it. The immersion they were trying to weave together and while it wouldn't be as surreal as their previous scenarios, he couldn't deny the thrill he felt when fingers kneaded at his waist. Moving forward to pluck idly at the button of that thin blazer in order to pull it apart. "It's distracting sometimes. I-I can't focus much but I wanted to get help for it before it got too bad. I-I'm sorry about letting it get so bad, but you keep staring at me too!"

"That's what extra help is for, Sho-chan, you know that? For me to help you, yeah? But that's farfetched to claim that I'm staring at you!" Fingers slipped beneath his shirt to brush over his waist lightly sending a wave of tingles through him when hands moved back. Nails grazing lightly over his lower back with a teasing proximity to the waistband of the skirt. He hadn't intended too but fuck if he wasn't happy he didn't tuck it in." Tell me, Sho-chan, how am I staring at you?"

It should be embarrassing how that low pitch got his skin buzzing. Tingling from head to toe as he tensed his thighs with a shift that allowed them to squeeze together. A response to the twitch of his dick when lips deepened into a wicked smirk at him. A smoldering heat that promised he'd be eaten alive the second they started. The second they gave up the pretense. "Yo-You're staring at me like you want to eat me, Yamada-sensei. Like you want me."

"And if I do? What would you do then, Sho-chan? Would you sleep with your professor so easily?" Oh, oh, oh he was breathless when he felt hands drifting over the fabric of his skirt. Pressing against him with a firm touch that had him swaying forward onto the balls of his feet as he tugged at the blonde. Red fabric bunched to his palms when Hizashi pinched at the hem of his skirt. "Would you really risk it by fucking me? Do something naughty like that when you're my student? When I know you're a good boy?"

A whine broke out of him as his cheeks throbbed lightly from the force of that blush. Hands dipped down to brush fingertips over the backs of his thighs. Slipping up beneath his skirt. His breath hitched at the light brush over the edges of the underwear against his skin before hands grabbed at him. A hard squeeze that had him shuddering as he gasped in a breath. "I-I would! I'd ri-risk everything for you to touch me! Be-Besides, you're the one with your hands up my skirt, Yamada-sensei, aren't you?"

That heat was boiling along his bones. Molten lava that provided a heat that was swelling up lazily as his dick twitched excitedly when hands squeezed him hard. A strong grip that had him shuddering when glasses slipped down Hizashi's nose slightly. Meeting the burning gaze peering over the upper rims of those red frames at him. "And yet you're not making me let go, are you, Sho-chan? Tell me, what would you like me to do to help you pay attention? What do you want for future help?"

He'd have to applaud this man's acting later. His own was shaky at best but fuck if it wasn't exciting him unnecessarily to hear that voice pitching itself lower. Dripping with that playful condensation that had him shuddering. Burning. He fidgeted at the twisting of desire. The heat of it as he clutched at the blonde's shirt. "Fuck me? Touch me? Kiss me? I-I want you to bend me over your desk and fuck me! Let-Let you fuck me against your chalkboard! I want you to touch me! So please? Please, Yamada-sensei?"

"You want me that bad, huh?" Oh, it had shivers running over him to feel hands jerk his hips forward to press tightly against Hizashi's. A hard squeeze being given that had him squirming as hips bucked against him making his legs tense with that uncertainty. Move or stay still? It was hard to know which he wanted more when lips pressed against his cheek. Crawling down to his jaw when he felt hands shift to slip fingers beneath the thin fabric of the underwear. "Then why don't you bend over for me?"

It wasn't the spiciest back and forth they'd ever had but by God did he feel that heat swell up under his skin. Another of those hard squeezes were given when he bucked forward against the blonde who nipped at his jaw lightly. His dick twitched again with that excitement when Hizashi began to pull his hands away. He swallowed as hands lifted allowing him to move in a jerking twist towards the bed with Hizashi tight on his heels. He had one more trick he had up his sleeve. "Ya-Yamada-sensei?"

"Hmm? What is it, Sho-chan?" Shivers. It was hard to focus when he was bending forward with his chest pressing to the bed. He planted his feet apart as fingers drifted over his thighs lightly up towards the hem of his skirt. He choked back that urge to swat hands away. To yank at the stiff skirt until it could cover him properly yet he knew it wouldn't change anything. Not when he knew it would flip up like that. And it certainly didn't matter as Hizashi's hands swept up to bunch it over his waist as he swallowed.

"I-I did something. For you." Choked. A strained note of excitement that was undeniable to himself when fingers brushed over his skin lightly. Tracing the edges of the underwear. They came up to flick lightly at the waistband as he squirmed when his dick twitched. Feeling a small spot of wetness bleeding into the fabric. It was hot. A hand lifted away from him to tug open the drawer next to them for their usual items stashed within. His breaths trembled when he twitched at the playful tug on the elastic waistband.

"Oh? What could you have done for me, Sho-chan?" He shuddered at the breath of those words fanning over his skin. When had he gotten so close? Fingers flipped at the waistband in that playful tug before letting it flip back into place. It had him squirming again with that stab of impatience as a whine left him. A low chuckle left the blonde as fingers dipped over the waistband to pull them down. Easing them towards his thighs when hands grabbed at his ass only to pull him apart. "Oh."

"I-I wanted to be ready for you! Didn't wanna wait fo-for you to get me ready so I thought it'd be easier on the both of us!" An ace up his sleeve is what it was. He had taken one of those quiet moments alone after Eri had been put to bed when Hizashi had been talking with Hitoshi to slip into their bedroom. To get the top drawer open to grab one of their newer plugs Hizashi had gotten for his birthday. Getting it in and keeping it in had been easy. Forgetting briefly about it had been easy. "Pl-Please, Yamada-sensei?"

"What a wicked boy you are! Was this your whole plan, Sho-chan? To seduce your teacher? My, my, I think I have quite the naughty boy on my hands, don't I?" Fingers moved then only for a tap to be delivered to the flat end of the plug tearing another whine out of him. The nudge sent weak sparks up his back as he arched his hips back towards his husband. "I could eat you up, Sho-chan! And I'll give you a lesson you that'll help you focus! Want me to fuck you good tonight? Want my cock that bad?"

"Yes! Yes, please! Please, Yamada-sensei?" Heat was clawing idly under his skin. Warming him as his dick gave a volley of twitches as he felt that initial spot spreading. Drops of pre-come soaking into the fabric as he felt teeth nip at his thigh. A nip at his cheek. And it clicked. He knew exactly what the blonde had meant with that playful growl seconds before when he felt another tap against the plug. How long had it been since he'd been eaten out? Since they did anything like that? It felt like forever. So long.

"You promise to pay attention to my lessons if I do?"

"Yes!"

"Then you want me to eat you up? Want me to fuck you silly? Touch you? Bring those fantasies of yours to life, Sho-chan?"

"Yes! Yes, yes! Please? Please, do it?" He whimpered at the lowering pitch of Hizashi's voice. A growl that had heat jumping in intensity beneath his skin leaving him flushed. Feverish already when fingers tapped sharply at the plug's end. He was burning up. Suffocated under that eagerness as he leaned back when he got another nip.

"I'll give you everything you could want and more. I'll give you everything you want tonight, Sho-chan, and I'll wring you fucking dry. I'll make you cum on my cock so many damn times you'll go crazy. You want that, baby?" Fingers tugged teasingly at the plug before pushing it back in. It sent weak sparks up his back that had him moaning at when lips fluttered over his skin in a soft kiss. "You want me to eat you up, Sho-chan? Fuck you good?"

"Yes, yes! Yes, I want it! Please, Ya-Yamada-sensei! Please, gimme it?"

It sent shivers down his back at that wordless growl when teeth nipped at him again. Hands left him briefly when he heard the crack to the cap on the lube being cracked open. His breath caught in his throat when a hand came up to grab his left cheek to spread him open. Fingers coming up to tap sharply in a drumming rhythm against the flat end. Sending wave after wave of tingles up his back. It was absolutely wicked. Another whimper flew out of him when the plug wiggled lightly side to side as it was tugged at again.

Pulled at until it was slipping out allowing him to clench up again. It tore an airy whine out of him at the light thud as the plug was abandoned on the floor. Hizashi's other hand was grabbing at his right cheek then pulling him apart as lips fluttered over the backs of his thighs. Coming up to flutter over his ass lightly with pecking kisses and nips that had his skin tingling. A restless current under his skin that fed into another volley of twitches of his dick. He arched his hips backwards eagerly when teeth nipped at him again.

A sharper bite that had him shuddering he felt the warmth of his husband's breath fanning over his skin. Lips fluttered in soft pecks that had tingles racing up his back when fingers dug in fiercely sending an ache over the skin. Breathless. A whimper choked itself out of him when lips pressed in a soft kiss against his hole. It was followed by a lap of that tongue over it. He shuddered at the sensation when the blonde gave another lick where that piercing was rubbed against him. A purposeful grind that had him whining.

His thighs twitching to spread apart only for the underwear around them to dig in. Restraining just how far apart he could comfortably spread his legs and it had his stomach flipping excitedly. The dig had an aching pain racing over his thighs yet it merely twisted into that pleasure. Pooling into his stomach as that blazing heat ripped under his skin. Had his blood burning in his veins when the tip of Hizashi's tongue flicked lightly over him. A playfulness to it when it then swirled against him lightly.

A tease.

It was positively wicked when the blonde was lapping his tongue over him again. Another rub of that piercing against him had his breath hitching in his throat as a shiver ran up his back. Groaning when Hizashi gave a firm squeeze to his ass as that tongue gave another long lick over him. It had him breathless under the crushing weight of that impatience. The eagerness. There was another rub of that piercing against him as he squirmed with a whine. Curling his twitching fingers to clutch at their comforter.

Grounding himself. Another lick was given followed by a swirl to which he arched his hips back. Letting out a whine that rang with impatience at the repeated swirl of that tongue against him before the tip was pressing against him. Hands pulling at him lightly as if to make it easier for the blonde. It had his heart hammering against his chest sickeningly hard. It had his stomach fluttering with excitement at the low hum he got from his husband. There was a squirm of that tongue against him. Moving with an insistence.

Prodding at him until there was a give of the loosened muscles that had him gasping in. That burst of delighted heat leaving him stunned under the effect of it as he praised his hindsight. That he had had the idea to sneak off to their bedroom to get himself ready for it an hour before. Or had it been two hours? He didn't know but God knows he was glad he did it as he didn't want to waste time tonight. He wanted to dive headfirst into this all day long. To be ready without the need of being spread by fingers.

All day long he'd wanted this imagined it. Replayed the made up scenario until made him dizzy with impatience for tonight. A breath rushed out of him as Hizashi's tongue wriggled into him carefully. Shivering when the blonde's piercing rubbed against the rim of his hole on the way in. It had heat ripping up his back at the feeling. Just as it always did and would never fail to do so. It had him squirming at the breaths fanning over his skin. The warmth radiating off the blonde's cheeks from a blush no doubt.

Fingers kneaded at him lightly in time with that tongue moving to lick at him gently. Massaging itself against his inner walls leaving him breathless as the air flew in sharply. Shuddering far too fast on its way out. God, it truly had been a while, hadn't it? He couldn't stop himself from squeezing around the blonde's tongue tearing a whine out of his husband as fingers clutched at him. A hard grip as that tongue lapped at him only to slide his tongue to rub at him. Rubbing that piercing against his inner wall was a unique experience.

It was good. And it had him melting against the bed when the blonde continued that idle rubbing only to pull his tongue back. Thrusting it forward into him with an undulating movement that had his thighs twitching to spread further apart. The feeling was something he hadn't known he'd missed. It wasn't often they talked about it but God knows he loves it now. Knew he'd be experiencing it more often while his husband healed after his appointment. It was exciting. The thought of being able to return the favor down the road.

Oh, he loved eating out his husband. It was the one time he got the blonde to twist and whine. Squirm and melt underneath his hands as lapped at those inner walls. Got hips grinding down against him as the blonde shouted at him. Throwing his head back to wail out instructions that he was always eager to follow along with. There was nothing he wanted more. Nails bit lightly into his skin tearing him out of his thoughts as his dick twitched. That ache twisted low in his stomach only to happily spread down to his groin.

Gripped at his bones with an intensity that had him whimpering. Twitching at the feeling of that tongue swirling against him with a flick being given before he was rubbing it up. Grinding his piercing into him heat sparking up his back. The rush of blood through his veins burned. Left him dizzy at the suddenness as he sucked in a sharp breath when nails dig into his ass. A blunt pain spreading over the skin. Burning. It had his knees jerking to spread his legs apart only to be reminded of that resistance.

Digging in with a burst of pain of it's own that had him groaning at the blonde. Feeling that stab of irritation when Hizashi hummed at him creating a light vibration that had him squirming. Had a louder groan spilling out of him at the sensations it made. Paired with the massaging of that tongue against him? It could make him melt. Make him drop to his knees by the time his husband pulled away. It had him shuddering with the sparks of heat rushing up his back. Squirming with the teasing flick given to his inner walls.

Even the vibrations of the blonde's mild humming had him twitching with a whine. He let his head fall forward with a low moan when those twitches of his dick gave way for that gush of blood. Stiffening when the blonde's hands gave him a hard squeeze. Hizashi abandoned that massaging rub to thrust his tongue into him. His breaths crested up into a light, shallow panting speed as he clung to the blanket he had bunched into his hands. Shaking lightly as blood receded from his knuckles leaving them white.

Moaning with startling volume as his husband paired a suction to that thrusting. Suckling at him as that piercing grazed over his inner walls again, again, again with each thrust. Fingers kneading at him had him moaning out when a harder suck was given that had his muscles spasming. A twitch he couldn't stop that had his face burning uncomfortably hot when Hizashi moaned into him. A vibration that had him fighting the urge to jerk back. To force the blonde's mouth against him with the hard press he knew Hizashi loved.

To be forced into place as he ate him out? Shoved against him until he could hardly feel those huffing breaths? It was something the blonde loved. Something he loved to do. It was a very faint touch on breath play that they could safely throw in when eating one another out. Something his husband was comfortable with each time he reached back during moments like these. Forcing his husband tightly in place with the notion of suffocating him against his skin. A shiver ran up his back at the thought.

His fingers began to slacken slightly on the blanket before he tightened it again. His legs trembled lightly with that urge to move. Wishing to spread farther apart yet being unable to do so due to the digging pain of the underwear around his thighs. Stopping him from moving as he wanted and that was the whole point for them, wasn't it? His husband wanted to restrict him from moving somehow and how else to do it than with a move like this? A moan burst out of him when he felt another of those harder sucks.

It was quickly followed with a grinding of that piercing against his inner wall. He clenched around that wriggling tongue that swirled against them with a throaty, guttural groan leaving the blonde. There were no question on whether his husband was the slightest bit hot. Aroused. He'd felt it when he'd been clutched close to the blonde seconds ago before he'd stepped away. He knew Hizashi was enjoying this more than he was letting on. Whether it was the words said or the the outfit or something about it.

All that mattered was his husband liked it. That he liked it. Liked the idea of it enough to bring it up to him that morning when he asked to do a roleplay. A shudder ran down his back when Hizashi suckled at him with licks being given to his inner walls. Using that soft pressure to get him writhing as he sucked at him. His hips jerked back instinctively to press tightly against the blonde yet it did little. It wasn't nearly as effective as it would have been had he reached backwards. If he wrapped blonde locks around his hand.

Shoved his husband's face against him tightly like he had in the past. Like Hizashi had done to him. He whined with a grind backwards when he swore, he felt Hizashi pressing forward. Keeping himself held tightly to him as fingers dug into his ass when his tongue flicked at him. Swirling, lapping, and rubbing against him with huffing pants fanning over his skin. It had his own pants rasping faster down his throat. Louder. It was unbearably suffocating with the blazer on top of that long sleeve button down.

Hot.

Yet his fingers merely twisted into the blanket with a hold to make them ache. Not a muscle moved to take it off like he wanted. Hands gripped at him fiercely creating tingles that raced up his back as glasses frames dug into his skin. God, it felt like Hizashi really was trying to eat him alive. The suckling, the thrusts of his tongue, and the rubs against his inner walls all screamed with that intent to tear him apart. To make beg. And God knows he'd have not a problem begging this man for anything he had to give.

He felt Hizashi release the tight hold on his right cheek. Then the left making his brows twitch together. Where was it going? What was he doing? There was a quiet hum from his husband followed by silence save for the racing pants. Coming faster with a shallow rasp from the both of them when he heard a slick sound. Lube being spread. It had heat bursting under his skin in a blinding flash as he gasped in a breath when the slick spread continued. Shuddering when he felt that piercing grinding against his inner walls.

Swirling against them before flattening his tongue to lap at him with that firm press to get him shuddering. It had his pants catching in his throat as he squirmed impatiently. Eagerly. He whimpered at the light touch of a slick finger against him below Hizashi's tongue. It wasn't needed. Fingers weren't needed yet he couldn't focus long enough to breathe those words out loud. To tell his husband what they both blatantly knew when the blonde was giving those strong sucks. Rubbing his tongue against his inner walls.

The muscles twitched before he clenched around the blonde with a whimper flying out of him. Keening. He could feel the overeager movement of his husband's tongue, however, was slowing. Was he getting tired? It would make sense with vigorous licks and swirls he'd been giving so far. It was easy to burn out faster when diving into something with such enthusiasm. Anyone would. Especially when he clamped down around that thrusting tongue earned him a snapping moan when he felt a finger pushing at him.

Wriggling into him with a slick slide that had him moaning when got another of those hard sucks from his husband. Fast, uneven pants fanning over his skin witches and shudders. Shallowly. Fingers brushed over his left thigh causing him to jump when he got a soft noise from his husband. Comforting? Reassuring He didn't know the pitch, yet it wasn't important. Not when that hand was slipping forward beneath the front of his skirt with a low groan leaving the blonde. Vibrations. It had him burning up.

For instead of going for his erection, that hand drifted fingertips along the underside. Brushing their way downwards until that hand was gently cupping his balls. It had him moaning out as he let his head drop forward to press to the bed. It was hot, hot, hot. Blazing under the stiff fabric of the outfit but he didn't want to make the blonde stop. Not yet. That finger thrusted into him with the blonde sucking at him fiercely. Grinding his tongue up against his inner wall. Rubbing his piercing against it with an unmistakable delight.

That suction was traded out in favor of fingers cautiously massaging his balls. Rolling them carefully with a pressure that was good, good, good. Just like he had shown Hizashi that first time. How the blonde remembered but God if he wasn't happy that his husband remembered how to do it like that. He was melting. Drowning. The heat was suffocating him the longer it burned under his skin. Boiled his blood. His cheeks throbbed lightly with that uncomfortable blush burning there as he turned his head to press it to the bed.

Jumping at how cool the blanket was under his feverish cheek. His pants rasped in uneven hitches and gasps as the blonde seemed content in driving him insane. Driving him up the wall as fingers continued to massage at him with that consistent pressure. Even the finger resting idly in him was rubbing circles into his inner wall. Was that easier? To have both hands working to make similar motions? He didn't know. Couldn't think about when Hizashi was lapping at him like he was something delicious.

As if he tasted like the most amazing thing he'd ever had in his life. As if he was going to devour him from head to toe. Eat him like he was starving. Shivers raced up his back as his hips arched back eagerly when the blonde began thrusting his finger into him. The slick sound of his mouth and finger working in tandem was loud. Painfully so as he felt those racing, uneven pants fanning over his skin. Quiet whines leaving the blonde yet that dedication remained. It felt like the blonde was waiting for him to beg again.

Waiting to hear him howl and wail for him to give in already. To forsake the foreplay already. He was burning in his own skin. How hot could he burn? How hot until it was too much? Until he couldn't take it anymore and he was begging Hizashi for relief? A grind of that tongue against his inner wall had him snapping out of his thoughts. A throaty moan ripping out of him when Hizashi gave a cautious squeeze to his balls as he rolled them gently. God, he could stand right here all night long and let this man toy with him.

Touch him until he was falling apart but goddammit if he wasn't close to crumbling. He could feel a light tremble to his legs that squirmed. Trying to spread only to be stopped by the underwear again and again. Could feel a wet spot forming on the skirt with the drops of pre-come soaking into them. It had him aching. Everything had him burning up as his erection twitched with that light throb. Needing it. His hips ground back eagerly when that tongue ground against his inner wall prompting him to clamp down.

Squeezing around his finger and tongue with a keening moan flying out of him. It was echoed by a whimper from his husband. Impatience was an infectious emotion. Eagerness as well. Squirming, his moan melted into a cracked whimper when fingers gave another hesitance increase of pressure on his balls. Growing bold with it as fingers rolled them in that hand had him shivering. Squirming on his feet. Unable to keep himself still. To keep himself from whimpering when his husband ground his piercing against him.

Giving a flick of his tongue that melted into a lapping lick before his husband was easing backwards. His hips jerked back when Hizashi pulled back with a lapping lick to his hole. Over his finger. The blonde's rasping pants were deafening now that his mouth was free. It had him squirming when the rolling fingers gave a firm squeeze. The bolt of pleasure had him jerking in response when rolling fingers released it's hold on them. Sliding backwards to give a few firm rubs along the sensitive area of his taint.

Shudders raced over him at that thrusting finger in him speeding up slightly as he squirmed. Whimpering when the blonde hummed as a second, slick finger was wriggled forward. Pressing next to that thrusting finger. So loud. It was all so loud. Fingers rubbed at his taint with that firm press to send sparks up his back. Soft kisses were then placed over his ass lightly again. A frenzy that was peppered with nipping teeth that had his thighs jumping only to get a throb of that dig. Not quite pain yet it had him groaning.

It was frustrating. Utterly frustrating to feel the urge to adjust his feet yet not being able too was suffocating. A moan broke free, trembling up into that keening pitch when Hizashi's second finger was sliding in. He could praise whatever God happened to exist, the Devil or whatever was out there that he was smart. That he'd been clever enough to have his hindsight to get that plug in. He'd merely thought it'd be a sexy little thing to drive the blonde up the wall, but it was proving to come back against him.

Or work with him? He had not a clue. The fingers rubbing over his taint then dropped away prompting a moan of protest to leave him when Hizashi bit at his right cheek sharply. A silent warning? Or playful? He wished he knew. He could hear the wrinkle of the wrapper down below them. Pausing when Hizashi was pressing a kiss to the back of his thigh. A peck. And then the blonde was standing up carefully. To avoid pulling his fingers out yet or twist them awkwardly. To avoid causing him pain of any kind.

His eyes flicked instinctively to the light impact of the lube hitting the blanket. To the glint of the golden wrapper. He wanted to get these stiff clothes off. He wanted to breathe without the heat suffocating him. Instead, Hizashi merely hummed as fingers began to thrust into him quickly. Slickly. It was a lewd sound that had him shuddering when he felt Hizashi leaning over him to press a kiss to his back. It was hard to feel it through the fabric of his blazer and shirt. But he knew it for the nuzzle it was.

Kisses. Crawling up his back higher, higher, higher towards his shoulder. Fast, uneven pants fanned over his shoulder before his husband was shifting to bit at the tip of his ear. A firm bite that had his heart jumping to his throat where it pounded viciously. Savagely in the attempt to make him nauseous as his hips bucked uncertainly. A whimper strangling itself in the back of his throat. Tingles racing down when he felt that tongue lick at the shell of his ear. Coming back down to bite at his earlobe.

A click of jewelry off teeth that had him tightening around those thrusting fingers. Slick from the lube and saliva, it sent sparks up his back each time. Each careless rub given against his inner walls and curious curls had moans breaking out of him at the shots of arousal it gave him. Thrills that had his stomach fluttering with that excitement. Eagerness. Impatience. Exhilaration. It was hard to pin an emotion down when they all became so muddled he found himself gasping. To get a single solid breath.

Trying to breathe around the strangle hold those emotions had on him as they all mixed into one another. And then fingers spread out within him tearing a wild moan out of him. They pushed at the muscles before coming together to give a few sharp thrusts. Light squelches ringing out with the thrusts that tore a choked cry out of him. All from the eagerness betrayed in the way Hizashi thrusted his fingers. It was a tease to him as much as it was to the blonde. He clenched around his fingers with a moan.

Twitching when the blonde whined at him with fingers rubbing over inner walls carelessly. It had him shuddering when the blonde shoved himself up away from his back. Where was he going? What was he doing? The quick, eager thrusts rang out with their slick squelches with the blonde's other hand shooting out. Indecisive, it seemed, as finger dragged at the blanket as he picked up the condom he'd placed down seconds ago. He shuddered when he heard the crinkle that led to the sound of Hizashi spitting out the strip he'd ripped off.

Whining with that eagerness, he hardly paid mind to the stab of instinctive disappointment when those slick fingers slid out of him after giving a few final thrusts. Rubbing against his inner walls good as he whined. They slipped out of him with a slick squelch as he realized how cool the air was without Hizashi crowding him. Pressed against him. Lifting his head up, he glanced over his shoulder to find Hizashi ripping apart the button of his jeans. Yanking impatiently at the zipper before hands were shoving the fabric down.

He could see the trembling to them that betrayed the blonde's excitement. His impatience. A shudder raced over him as he watched the blonde pull the condom out of the packet. Fingers glistening from the lube of it as it was rolled onto the blonde's twitching erection. It was embarrassing the way his mouth watered when he watched fingers curling down over that erection. He let his gaze flick up only to find those green eyes locked onto him. And oh. Oh, he loves that look. It was a hungry look. Ravenous.

Pupils blown with that arousal making his eyes appear darker. Bigger. The blush smothered over freckled cheeks was absolutely lovely. It was beautiful. His pants caught on a hitch when he squirmed before arching his hips back when the blonde stepped closer. He felt the underwear around his thighs being shoved down towards his knees allowing his feet to move. He shifted eagerly to adjust his stance when his husband reached out to grab the lube. A dollop was squirted onto his palm as he watched with a squirm.

Riveted to the side of his husband's hand curving and twisting over the condom with the familiar squelching ring out. Watching the lube drip off of his fingers making them glisten in the lighting of their bedroom. In having those eyes burning into him as if it were his hand spreading the lube over him. Heated. It was all irrationally hot. Hotter than he thought it'd be. Hotter than it should be. It wasn't impossible to put most of the responsibility on the roleplay itself. On the scenario that they were acting out.

He knew that he had definitely been interested when Hizashi had been giving him ideas for their roleplay tonight. This one had stood out as not only weird but definitely interesting. He'd be willing to give it a chance, he had said. And now here he was, hotter than he had ever thought he'd get. All over his husband and himself in a roleplay. It had him breathless when he blinked himself out of his thoughts when Hizashi's hands were pushing his skirt back up. Adjusting its bunched up place on his waist.

Hands then dropped to grab at his ass with that hard squeeze that had him moaning lowly in his throat. Shuddering at the dig of those fingers as his cheeks were pulled apart with an adjustment from his husband. Shuffling closer until hips were arching forward to rub against him. The breath he'd taken rushed out on a sharp huff that had Hizashi whining. He arched his hips back eagerly with a whine bursting out of him. Clutching at the comforter in his grip when the blonde whined back at him in an ear ringing pitch.

It had him twitching at the weak stab of pain to his ear drums yet he held his breath. Bit his tongue when Hizashi rubbed against him again with a shiver worthy slickness. He whimpered with that impatience twisting tightly into him with an unbearable weight. His lips parted with a plea building in his throat as his brain worked frantically to come up with something. Anything good that he could use to sway his husband to hurry up already. The blonde already looked ready to sway to anything he said, roleplay wise or not.

There was a clammy sheen of sweat forming on his forehead that caught the light faintly as blonde brows squeezed together. Lashes fluttering in that heavy lidded look as fingers dug into his skin with a firm squeeze before that left hand was lifting away. The panting breaths of his rasped up into huffs with that excitement. Carrying half formed sounds in the back of his throat when the head of the blonde's erection pressed against him. It didn't take a damn moment of that nudging. Of that pressing.

Not with hips arching forward and his own leaning backwards eagerly. Excitedly. A breath was sucked down only for it to fly out on a deafening moan from his husband as he slid forward. Another of those low moans broke out of him with a shudder racing down his back as that satisfaction flickered into him. A brief stab of it as the blonde sank into him fluidly with a rub that had his stomach knotting up on him. Stretching the muscles out. Tearing a guttural groan out of him that was echoed by another keening moan.

An ear ringing sound from his husband when he clenched around him. Squeezing around the twitching erection giddily until the blonde was bottoming out with his pelvis pressed tightly against him. Hot. Feverish. It was amazing. Pants rasped out of him identical to Hizashi's. He felt hips twitch against him before jumping into an eager grind. A harsh rhythm that he was all too happy to give in to as he moved in time with it. Grinding back against the blonde as he felt the light rub of jeans against his skin.

His thighs. Hands reached out then to tug at the dark blue blazer he wore to which he eagerly released his grip on the comforter. It was awkward to shrug his shoulders but they got it off. Oh, it was a fresh breath of air he didn't know he needed when the change in temperature hit him. Bearable. Not as suffocating. The relief of having even one layer off had him sighing out as hands slid down his back sending tingles racing under his skin. Pooling into his stomach when the clammy sheen building over his skin.

The button down sticking to him more than he'd like. It had him squirming as he moved his hips in that frantic grinding. A frenzy. There was a sound of the blazer being tossed away but he didn't care where it landed. Didn't care if he ever saw it again. It was merely a piece to a part he was playing and he was more than happy to forsake it. God, he was grateful he'd tied his hair back tonight. The slow slide of hands down his back ended with hands grabbing at his waist with that gentle kneading. Trying to relax him.

Swallowing, he rocked himself forward on his feet towards the bed before coming back against Hizashi. A grunt left his husband when he felt the grip on him tightening much to his delight. He didn't need that hesitance tonight. Didn't want it. He rocked himself forward before coming back again. Causing his ponytail to sway against his upper back. The skirt against the front of his thighs to sway stiffly with the movement. Hands clutched at him with hips twitching when he came back firmly against the blonde's pelvis.

Hands tightened on him with a pressure that he fucking loves. Being held as if Hizashi would hold him still any moment? Take that control from him? Held onto him as if he was the anchor the blonde needed? Shots of arousal. Heat blistered through him leaving him feverish in its wake. Flushed. He rocked himself on his feet delightedly with a forward swing that allowed him to come back. Using a strength that was usually worked up too. Something to tease. But he was ready now. There was no need in worry.

No need to fear being rough right from the start. In worrying on what it would do to him. The blonde's hips twitched forward when he rocked himself backwards to hit against his pelvis. The excitement twisted in his chest at the twitch of that erection. It was followed by another shallow thrust from his husband. Clumsy. His pants scraped down his throat on a hitch that huffed out of him. Far too fast. Far too short. Yet he didn't think to control it when the blonde's were racing unevenly behind him with a hitching sound carried with it.

Identical to the quiet noises he found himself making under each huffing breath he took. Shuddering at the tightening of those hands on his waist, he focused himself on keeping that rhythm he had established even. Consistent. It had his stomach flipping with that pooling of pleasure. He felt hips jump forward to meet his backwards swing. It had him whining when the blonde pulled back in time with his forward rock only to meet him without a hint of that hesitancy. Heat rushed up his back at that same stab of satisfaction.

As if he had been waiting far longer than he realized and was finally getting what he wanted. Finally getting the very thing he'd been subconsciously waiting for. It had a keening moan flying out of him when hips flew forward to meet him again. God, he could melt. Burn up into a damn pile of ashes when this was over. And he'd be happy. Grateful. Hizashi's hands tightened on his waist with a throaty groan leaving the blonde as he fell into that rhythm. It was a rush of giddy joy to feel the blonde moving along.

Copying his fast speed. The depth of his pull back that had his pants huffing out of him on a shudder. It was strangely akin to that afternoon with the maid outfit. He didn't think he'd ever have a thing for cross-dressing like his husband did, but this Being bent over with a skirt flipped up to his waist? Underwear around his knees? The feeling of his stockings beginning to roll down? It was thrilling. It was fucking exciting. It had him coming back quickly with thrusts that Hizashi met effortlessly. Beautifully.

Snapping forward to meet with hands yanking at his waist coax him back harder. Faster. It was so easy to delight in the quieter temptations of being able to go hard. Fast. To do it straight away. The blonde's hands yanked at him weakly again with a whine leaving the blonde. Piercing. It had him giving in to the temptation as he came back harder. Causing the blonde to wobble behind him with the sound of a foot stepping back judging by the thud. And oh, the thrust he got back had him rocking forward on his feet.

It had a wild moan leaving him. Ringing with that eagerness even he couldn't deny himself. Unmistakable as it ripped itself free from his throat when hands gripped his waist in a squeeze. A hard grip that lifted away to slid up to the hem of his shirt before slipping beneath it. Sweeping up his sides in a caress that had him squirming with a whine. The soft brush of those warm hands over his feverish skin had tingles going wild under his skin. A consistent thrum beneath it fed into the heat blistering into him

And he rocked himself quickly on his feet with a whimper leaving his husband. He shivered at the sparks ripping up his back when hips snapped forward in a sharp hit against him. Feeding into that slick squelching with each thrust that had his stomach flipping. Knotting up on him. A keening moan left his husband when hips kept up that snapping speed only to deliver a harder thrust. One that had him flying forward on his feet with a choked breath rasping down his throat. Threatening to choke him as he clutched at the blanket.

He was hot, hot, hot. God, he'd give anything to turn around. To see that flushed face. The hunger in that gaze he knew that he'd find there. To meet that gaze he felt searing into his skin. Had on him since he stepped over the threshold of their bathroom. It burned him up. All at the thought of having the blonde's gaze on him as he meet those snapping thrusts with his own. Eager to do so. He squeezed around the blonde's erection only to get a wild, snapping moan from his husband. Shivers raced over him.

Hands clutched at his sides as he worked himself to move faster. Coming back quickly as his ponytail swayed against his upper back with a thin lock slithering free. Swaying against his hot cheek as he moved faster. Faster, faster, faster he gasped in his pants that merely fed into another moan. A whimper. Clogging his throat as he clutched at the blanket beneath his hands. It was good, good, good. He didn't know if it was the roleplay but fuck if it didn't hold something to it that has him hot. Had him turned on.

It was something he hadn't felt in a roleplay since that maid scenario. Since the strangers scenario they acted out. It had his breath rasping out of him with hungry lungs begging for a new breath that merely fed into the sounds spilling out of him. Breaking free from him. And God knows it sent shivers up his back to hear those breathless grunts leaving his husband. The keening moans leaving the blonde when he clenched around him. Hands slid from his sides to sweep up his back coaxing him to arch forward.

Pressing his chest tightly to the bed with a moan flying out of him when nails grazed over his shoulder blades. Followed along the center of his back to get him writhing beneath the blonde. His erection twitched with that ache to be touched. A bit of relief. Something. Anything. He wished he could say he was mortified at the drops of pre-come that had soaked into the fabric but he wasn't. God, he wasn't, wasn't, wasn't. A breath flew out of him on a huff when Hizashi's hips slammed forward with a new strength.

One that would have knocked him right onto his chest had he not been half laying. And it had him crying out with that unmistakable delight. Ringing in the sound as he jerked his hips back with that same strength that had his husband groaning at him. Nails dragged over his lower back tearing a keening moan out of him with a squirming twist. Fuck, the things he'd do to this man if he had the time. Had the stamina to do it all in a single night. Do anything to merely have the blonde inside him tonight was all he wanted.

To memorize everything about it from the stretch. The faint feel of the rubber scratch of the condom through the lube. The feeling of Hizashi's erection twitching inside of him the way it was. It had that heat ripping him apart. Razing him down piece by piece as he jerked his hips fast, fast, fast. Swinging back to hit against the blonde's pelvis eagerly hands clutched at him. Hips slamming forward faster, faster, faster to meet his backwards swings that had him crying out. Writhing against his whining husband.

His fingers flexed out only for his nails to drag over the blanket as his toes curled against the carpet. Panting raggedly as he felt a clammy sheen of sweat breaking out over his forehead. Jerking his hips to move faster. Come back harder against his husband. Groaning when the blonde used that strength to slam forward hard. As if he wanted to pound every damn breath out of him that he could. Every wisp of air remaining in his lungs. Fuck, it made him want more, more, more of what he could get from his husband.

His legs trembled lightly as the underwear around his knees dug into the sides of them when his feet squirmed to spread again. Get a new stance only to be stopped by the underwear around his knees. It sent a blistering wave under his skin at the fact. He wanted more of Hizashi and they weren't even done yet. He was already excited at the thought of their second round. It had him squirming on his feet as those moans crested up in volume. Louder. A stab of embarrassment hit him to hear his own voice rising up.

However, his husband's sounds threatened to muffle his own. Drown them out. They rang out in trembling pitches that danced on ear ringing. Shrill. The moans and whimpers his husband released had his stomach flipping. Pooling with that pleasure as hips came forward harder. Harder, harder, harder tearing another cry out of him as he writhed. Jerking his hips back to meet those hard thrust with his own when he felt a hand lift from his waist. What was Hizashi doing? Where was it going? Was it going down?

Or was it-?

A wail burst out of him when fingers yanked at his ponytail to jerk his head back. Pain burst over his scalp only to race in fiery sparks down his back that had him wailing again at another pull. He jerked his hips back in a frenzy of speed and strength. Moaning out enthusiastically at another sharp pull from his husband as he felt his hair being wrapped around shaking fingers. The crack of his husband's pelvis hitting against him rang out in a sharp crack that had his moans trembling. Climbing up before cutting off on a gasp.

Shivering when Hizashi's hand adjusted its grip to keep up a consistent pull on his scalp. Burning. It had pleasure pooling into his stomach. Clawing at the blanket for a hold. An anchor. The skirt swayed around his thighs wildly with the threat of falling from his waist. Everything was so hot. A shot straight to his system with each huffing breath taken. The rustle of the blanket beneath his grasp. The sound of their clothing that had yet to be shed. The crack of Hizashi's skin meeting his own was a shot in the silence.

The moans that were clawing their way out of him with increasing volume. Trembling until they were damn near matching the keening pitches of his husband as his nails dragged over the blanket. The slick squelches ringing out seemed so unbearably loud. Was it because of the saliva there? Or the amount of lube? He had not a clue but God if they didn't make his stomach flutter. Had his erection twitching beneath his skirt with drops of pre-come soaking into that slick patch along the front of it.

It was unbelievably hot. His pants rasped out of him unevenly as he slammed himself back to meet Hizashi's thrusts. Hitting against his pelvis again, again, again with that delight ripping through him. Giddy. It was only made better when the blonde slammed forward rocking him forward on his feet. Tearing another encouraging moan out of him. Ecstatic when the blonde jumped to the silent taunt. The challenge on who could go harder. Go faster. Hizashi always seemed to delight in it just as much as he did.

Working together rather than allowing a pointless power struggle to form. To keep it balanced without the idea that his husband imposed the "domination" of a top on him. A slam had a strangled, hiccupped sound flying out of him as the lock of hair swaying against his cheek flew annoyingly into his face. Ignored for the hard yank that jerked his head back changing his view up to the ceiling above them. Panting raggedly was making his chest ache with the heaving rise and fall pressing him against the mattress.

He wanted to get this damn shirt off. He didn't care if he had to spent the rest of this night in a skirt and stockings, he just wanted to be freed of that clinging fabric. Hating how it was clinging to the sweat forming on his skin beneath it. Fingers tugged sharply at his hair when hips slammed forward in a frenzy of long pull backs. Slick slides that had his lashes fluttering to stay open as his brows squeezed together. Moaning at the hint of that brutal strength clawing its way to the surface slowly, slowly, slowly.

Fuck him, he didn't care if he limped tomorrow. He'd happily spend the damn day at home with Hizashi before his appointment tomorrow. An ear-piercing moan flew out of his husband when he squeezed around his erection tightly with a moan of his own. God, it felt good. There was always something so good in squeezing around Hizashi. To feel relish in those inches in him. The thickness of him never failed to get his breaths shortening. So good, so good it was. It had his husband's hips striking at him harder.

Fingers yanked at his hair again tearing a cry out of him when the long thrusts were abandoned quickly. Returning instead to that original slamming rhythm. Hitting against him relentlessly as he swung back to meet them. Oh, it had shivers rushing up his back to hear those snapping, snarling moans leaving his husband. The guttural growl that would rip free from the blonde. The throaty groans. A cacophony of noise from his husband that had his skin breaking out in goosebumps despite the feverish heat beneath it.

A shudder raced down his back at the quiet grunt he heard leave his husband when hips slammed forward against him. It had his breath rushing out of him on a huff only to gasp in the next desperately when fingers kept their tight pull on his hair. A consistent pull on his scalp that had pain burning over it. Fuck, it was good. His erection twitched with that throbbing insistence twisting into him to ease it. To touch it. Do something to ease that desire that had him whimpering as he jerked his hips desperately.

Friction would be impossible given the way his husband had his hips angled away from the bed. Just out of reach. Intentional or unintentional? He didn't know but God he wanted to do something. Anything to make it stop already. The thought had his whimpering jumping right up to that keening pitch as he gave another desperate jerk. Trying, trying, trying for what? His mouth was hanging open, but he couldn't speak. Couldn't find the air to say a word when he tightened his hands on the blanket. Uncertain.

Because Hizashi hadn't said he couldn't, right? Right? Gasping pants had his throat aching with the scrape of air on his drying throat. Hitching as he moved his right hand slowly over the blanket cautiously. Waiting for his husband to snarl at him yet got nothing as he huffed in pants that were slammed out of him mere seconds later it felt. He shuddered at the thrill of it as he slid his hand slowly over the blanket down, down, down. A breathless moan flying out of him as he felt that excitement twisting into his stomach.

It had his heart pounding furiously against his chest as his finger tips touched the stiff fabric of his skirt. Flinching at the wet patch soaked into the front of it but he ignored it. Ignored it happily when he heard an encouraging moan from behind him. Did he know? It would be impossible not to notice, right? He squirmed as he jerked his hips back as he tugged his skirt up. A sharp, excited gasp feeding into a moan. High, ringing as he wrapped his fingers around his erection when the hand in his hair tightened.

Pulling in a manner that had him lifting himself up onto his left hand in an awkward lean. Hips pounded at him with a strength that had him flying in his skin. Crying out encouragingly at the blonde as the hand on his waist moved around him. Ripping at buttons blindly on his shirt along the top until he'd gotten a few undone. The heat was sizzling through his veins leaving him dizzy. Sizzling down into his bones with the intent on burning him alive. Razing him to ashes. It had to go somewhere but God knows he loved it.

Boiling alive in his own skin until he was desperate to be rid of it. Hizashi's hand dipped into his open shirt to his chest where fingers combed through the curls of hair there. Shivers raced down his back when that hand slid along his chest with his breaths huffing out of him. It had his head spinning to be so breathless while the heat tormented him. He felt a bead of sweat streaking down his cheek as he moved his right hand in an urgent, frenzied pace over his erection. Matching those pounding thrusts.

It was so close. So close that he could feel a spark low in his stomach. It was right there, there, there! He merely needed to find it. Find it and be rid of the dizzying heat eating him alive. It was aweing how slick his fingers could get after a few swipes over the head of his erection but it worked in his favor. All of it working to get him closer, closer, closer. Huffing pants being taken only to be slammed out again had him weightless. Drowning, suffocating, dying under that heat. And so, so unbearably exhilarating.

He squeezed at his twitching shaft when fingers pinched at his nipple. Tugging at the hardened thing tearing another shout out of him. It got him a howl back when he squeezed tightly around the blonde's twitching erection. Squeezed hard until he swore he could feel that light, erratic throbbing. How close was Hizashi? Just as close? Or closer? Unlike that first roleplay in the living room, he couldn't think of a single thing. Not one word came to him to shove them both towards an orgasm that was dancing out of reach.

Burning hotter by the second in his lower stomach as he gasped desperately for a proper breath that his husband would slam out of his damn lungs. It was damn hard. He could hear Hizashi's breath shortening as they raced faster with hips hitting harder against him. Using that brutal pounding rhythm he loves. So fucking much. Because it meant Hizashi was right there. It was only a matter of getting him to dive of that cliff. There was a light twist to his nipple that had him crying out again with hips jumping.

Excitedly meeting Hizashi's thrusts only to fly forward. Thrusting into his slick hand with gasps flying down his throat. He couldn't choke it down a moment longer. Stand under the heat that was burning him alive. It was so good but it was suffocating. Strangling him. It merely took a pounding thrust that sent a wave of heat up his back to tip him over. That orgasm had twisted tight, tight, tight into him that a single hit to his prostate that hadn't been touched upon once did it. It did it and God he was grateful.

He wailed as he jerked back against his husband, tensing around him tightly. Squeezing at the blonde's throbbing erection tearing a howl of his name from the blonde. Over, over, over again, sending shivers down his back as his thighs trembled. Tightened as his orgasm snapped over him leaving him jolting. Jerking as his eyes rolled back with his mouth snapping shut to cut off that wail. Choking it off in his throat as he gnashed his teeth together. The muscles in his stomach flexed tightly with a tremble.

Vicious. He bucked forward into his hand desperately as Hizashi's howl crested up, up, up. Rattling. Glass items? He shouted but what had he said? A reprimand? Or his husband's name? He couldn't hear. Focus. Not when he was struggling to breathe through the white-hot heat that was choking him alive. Eating him up. Leaving him shaking on his feet as his erection twitched with that identical throbbing as his husband's. Hips ground against him desperately as his husband cut off his howl right as he heard a splintering of glass.

Goddammit! He gnashed his teeth together as he shook through the white-hot heat of his orgasm. Waiting, waiting, waiting what felt like hours for it to end. Months. Years. Suspended in a white-hot heat that rushed out as suddenly as it had come leaving him slumping forward onto his left hand. Dragging a breath down into his lungs that came out on a shuddering sigh. A wheeze as he fought the urge to flop onto the mattress when he felt Hizashi trembling behind him. Held stiffly against him with a whine.

A shrill pitch that had his ears aching when that hand in his hair finally began to work its way free from his ponytail. The relief over his scalp had him whining back at his husband who merely dropped his hand to his waist. Clinging to him as the hand on his chest moved away from its pinching at his nipple. An absent minded action that had him whimpering when it was released. And arms then squeezed him into a hug as Hizashi slumped forward against his back. His face buried into his shoulder with a shuddering exhale.

Glasses dug into him annoyingly as always, yet he couldn't find the words to complain. Not when he was trying to use his shaking pants to satisfy his burning lungs. Hungry for another heaving breath the second he exhaled. There was a fidget that led to hips pulling backwards slowly to which he whimpered his protest. Clenching instinctively yet the blonde continued moving back. Slipping out of him with a slick, lewd sound accompanying it that had him shuddering. His husband then turned on his feet to sit on the bed.

He turned on his own shaking legs to sit on the edge of the bed next to his husband. Flopping back as he rubbed his right hand over the skirt instinctively to remove the come on it. The slickness to it. He could hear the familiar slick squelch of the condom being removed when his husband fidgeted next to him. The familiar snap of rubber at fingers was a familiar sound as he let his eyes shut for a moment. His chest heaving with his fast, uneven pants that were agony on his poor dry throat yet he ignored it.

There was a rustle followed by fingers plucking apart the buttons of his shirt allowing the air to swarm his feverish skin. Fingers pulled it apart allowing his skin to breathe as he took a deep breath to try and break up those shallow pants. There was a light crack next to him followed by a hiss. He forced his eyes open to focus on Hizashi leaning over towards him with a bottle of water. It had him blinking at the sight of. Where had it come from? Where did Hizashi keep it? He wanted to ask yet the bottle was brought up.

Fighting the urge to swallow, he instead parted his lips with a shaking breath flying out of him. And he happily accepted the water rather than wasting time spitting out questions he had no air for. He allowed Hizashi to pour careful mouthfuls that he gulped down eagerly. A streak of water ran down his cheek when Hizashi pulled the bottle away when he flicked at it. Pushing towards the blonde who took a couple swallows before it was placed on the bedside table. Then the blonde was leaning over him again.

This time, lips came down on his hot cheeks in gentle cheeks as his husband rubbed at the wet line on his cheek. And he lifted his hands up to tug at the blonde's ponytail lightly as he peppered his on kisses to red cheeks delightedly. Along his jaw softly with arms finding their ways around him as he curled his left arm up around the blonde's shoulders. Tugging him closer while making sure to keep the worst of the skirt from touching his husband's pants. Trying to keep it from rubbing against the blanket.

He stroked his fingers over the blonde locks softly before coming them through the ponytail with fingers tugging at his own lightly with a giggle leaving the blonde. Lips fluttered over his cheeks again which he happily replied in kind to the blonde. An arm curled around his waist holding close to the blonde as he tried to rearrange the positioning of the skirt. Trying to fight that urge to kick at the underwear bunched around his knees. Huffing pants fanned over his cheeks unevenly much like his own racing ones.

Light smacks from pecking kisses filled the silence of the bedroom when lips were coming down on his. A sweet, breathless kiss that had him shivering as he melted against the blonde. Tightening his arm around his shoulders as he tugged gently at his ponytail as lips slid against his. Melting to shape against his with each slid as he panted through his nose. He eagerly threw himself into returning that soft kiss. Loving that warmth from Hizashi's lips. The light swell to them that he knew would get worse later on.

Breaking away with a smack, shuddering pants fanned over his tingling lips. Without giving it a thought, he leaned forward to catch the blonde's lips for one more. And then it became two. Three. Four short kisses that had the blonde giggling when he pulled back to find green eyes sparkling with that adoration. Affection. It had his heart skipping when he swallowed before clearing his throat. "S-So that was-"

"The fu-fucking best! God, baby, I-I know in theory two teachers do-doing a thing like this is icky! But tha-that was one of the be-best roleplays we've done in a while!" Another breathless giggle left his husband as his lips tipped up into a grin when the blonde tightened his arm around him. Squeezing him close sending a shot of that warmth through him. The adoration he saw in that gaze. "I thin-think we definitely nee-need more roleplays! How abou-about you? What's your op-opinion on it?"

"Def-Definitely more!" He coughed lightly when a breath caught in the back of his throat prompting him to stop. Clearing his throat again, he felt fingers beginning to rub small circles into his lower back. He moved his fingers from the blonde's ponytail to cup the nape of his neck as he let out a sigh. "Bu-But we'll talk about it later on gi-given you won't be fucking an-anything while you heal, yeah? Bu-But in the meantime we can-"

"Brainstorm! Gr-Great minds think alike, don't they, baby?" He snorted at the blonde who giggled when lips pressed to the tip of his nose causing him to flinch. His brows twitched in their tight squeeze when Hizashi pulled back with that sparkle to his gaze as he shivered at the small circles being rubbed into him. In response, he kneaded at the blonde's neck earning him a hum. "I lo-love you, baby, you know that? Yo-You're the fuckin' best!"

He couldn't help letting his grin deepen into a smirk when he twisted himself carefully against the blonde. Even if his husband didn't mind it, he did mind the thought of the skirt touching him. Bodily fluids were disgusting let alone fabric soaked with them. It was something he needed to take care of sooner rather than later. However, he didn't want to move. Not yet. Not away from the warmth in those green eyes or in the playful smile on his husband's lips. "Mhmmm. Th-That's what you always say after sex."

"Hey! I don't always say it af-after sex!"

"Yo-You do, you cheesy bastard! But it's fine! I like- Oh, stop it! Do-Don't pout at me li-like that, Zashi!"

"Mmmph!"

"Oh, co-come on now! You know I lo-love you too, Zashi! Now, wh-why waste time pouting when you could be us-using it fucking me again gi-given tonight is the last time for a while? I'll ma-make it up to you, yeah?"

"You'd better! I'll hold you to your words, baby, you hear me? Or else I'll have to take it into my own hands, won't I?"

"I will, Zashi. Promise."