I've done it before but God knows I really wanted to do this with Hizashi! Servicing! It is technically a roleplay situation but I think there's a few other situations like it! But I really liked the idea and had a lot of fun with it and definitely enjoyed putting Shouta in a more controlling role like this! While there is no sex there is steamy blowjob and finger fucking in this chapter! The next chapter will have sex if you feel like skipping this chapter!
I got a bit caught up in researching the next chapter which is why I ended up uploading this in the morning rather than last night but I'd like to say something quickly! March 17th, weirdly enough, has become a significant day to me as its the first time last year that I posted my very first EraserMic fic! It might be weird to have an anniversary for something so insignificant but it's just mind-blowing! It's wild to think that it was MHA, EraserMic specifically, that broke my dry spell back when I genuinely thought I'd never write fanfic again but here I am! I have many, many more ideas going forward that I look forward to writing! And to know even one person likes them, lurker or user? It's heartwarming so thank you! Thank you for humoring this weird, cryptic being and their screaming into the void with their own works! I might never be popular and never take off like others but to know anyone enjoys my fics as I go along? It's more than enough 😌
But anyways, I'll stop with my babbling and my mushy shit that's making myself all sentimental! God knows how I'll be on the one year anniversary of the start of this series! I hope that you all enjoy Hizashi giving head this chapter and Shouta in a more controlling role even if its just subtly verbal for now! 😉 Until we meet again ❤️
The quiet click of keys.
Rain striking windows.
The clatter of dishes being put away in the kitchen.
Hizashi drummed his fingers lightly over the keys of his laptop as he braced his feet against the edge of the coffee table. The glow of the screen washing over the backs of his hand as the blinker in the middle of his unfinished sentence blinked up at him. Waiting to be finished. The light click of the keys beneath his drumming fingers was loud when he let his head fall backwards. He knew he had himself to blame for putting his work off as long as he had. His fault that he had so many emails piled up.
His fault he had so many papers and essays to grade. And while he'd done decent work the past couple of days, he was drowning under the amount of paperwork left for him to finish up. Sliding his feet from the edge, he stretched his legs out with a low groan leaving him as he arched his back forward. His arms lifting upwards over his head when he inhaled sharply at the light pops in his knees. Along the center of his upper back. Shoulders. God, how long had he been sitting here? How much time had been lost?
He couldn't recall all the emails he'd replied to yet but clearly it had been long enough to leave him stiff. Aching in his spot. He trembled lightly in that stretch with another breath flying out of him on a groan as he pressed his head back to the couch. After a moment of holding that stretch, he slumped into the couch with a sigh as he opened his eyes to focus on the glowing screen before him. His temples were throbbing faintly with a stiffness settling into his neck and shoulders. An ache that was threatening to burst.
Threatening to turn into a proper migraine in the making if he wasn't careful with how he went forward. The energy drinks he'd been guzzling just to push through the last remaining days of the week certainly hadn't helped a thing. Or the coffee he'd taken from his husband without a second thought as he locked himself up in their bedroom to jump on grading essays while Shouta took care of Eri. Helped Hitoshi with his training in the days he'd spent away in the backyard before it had begun raining.
Now said teenager was pent up in his bedroom on his own and Eri was out on an shopping trip with Nemuri for the day. Groaning quietly under his breath at the blinking cursor, he felt that old reluctance twisting up in his chest. Simmering. He wanted to be done with the workload he'd been giving himself for days now. A workload that had exhausted him, burnt out, by the time he was collapsing into bed. It was a shame given how easily Shouta was cuddling into him again. Curling into his side or into his back.
Letting him curl onto that broad chest of his. The touches he normally lived for at night were lost to his tired mind the second he hit the bed before he could get the blankets up and around him properly. He knew if he didn't give himself a break to touch grass or to have a smoke break then he was going to burn out. And it was going to be bad. He needed to pace himself, but he wanted the work to be done with. In the days of both their talk and thier phone sex, it had been better around his husband.
To walk up to Shouta without fear that he'd duck away or run off with those brisk strides of his. That the black-haired man didn't shy away from his touches when he would loosely grab at his fingers. When he wanted to tug him close in those moments alone in between classes to nuzzle his lips to that pink cheek. It was a relief knowing that his husband wasn't running away from him when he came closer. That he could pull him close on the couch without fear of him sitting stiffly against him with his face hidden away.
That he got to warmth of his husband curling into his body or tucked in his arms at night rather than sleeping on the couch. Sleeping back-to-back with that distance pulling at his heart. It certainly hadn't meant things were fixed; as much as they both wished for it, life simply did not become picture perfect. They didn't go on without a second thought or sink back into their usual routine. It wasn't flawless but they were finding their rhythm and their rhyme together. Their Wednesday, much to his surprise, had been rather quiet.
While, of course, being pulled into the principal's office certainly didn't help. To be scolded over the fact that the warnings on their "harlotry" were going unheeded that they were to take precautions going forward if anything sexual in his dorm room. It had his poor husband looking absolutely mortified to hear from a third party that the walls were in fact thinner than they realized. It had his own face hotter than he'd like to admit to hear it be said so cheerfully. Gleefully even by Nezu who seemed to delight in it.
The discomfort as he cheerfully listed off their options with that cup of tea in his paws. To "keep their harlotry to a minimum" and to "keep what you do in the bedroom at home" if they possibly could. Either those two or to soundproof his dorm room or he'd be getting an off campus apartment built for himself. An option that was unimaginable as it triggered the black-haired man's embarrassment. That they had to keep this from being a repeat offense for his neighbors on either side of him in the dorms.
It had been utterly mortifying when they'd left the office as his husband darted off with his red face tucked into his capture weapon. Refusing to make the bare minimum of eye contact with their coworkers for the rest of that Wednesday. By the time he was leaving for that day, he'd been surprised to receive soft pecking kisses over his cheeks at the entrance of the parking lot. Hidden around a corner, it had been unbelievably nice to have those full lips peppering over his face cautiously which he happily returned.
An affection that had him warm for the night when he'd returned to work Thursday morning to his husband waiting with his duffel bag in hand. The usual routine of throwing it into the trunk before trudging off to their classrooms. It was a thrill to catch those dark eyes as he went about his schedule of the school day. To breeze past him with fingers tapping off his own in a light brush that had him wanting to cling. To grab at his hand yet he'd refrained. It was a challenge as it had been to keep distant with one another.
But he'd be lying if he didn't admit to how he melted when they got those moments alone. When they'd crossed paths in the bathroom where his husband had grabbed at his face to pepper kisses over it until his giggles bounced off the walls. Hands cupping his cheeks before intertwining with his own briefly before he was pulling away with that longing to his gaze. The dry grins he got when he was trying to poke fun at Shouta during lunch until his knee hit against his own to stop him from continuing onwards.
He'd never had been more excited to return to their car at the end of the day than he was Thursday. To have his husband's hand sliding into his own where they then rested on his thigh. He'd never been more excited over it on their drive home where his husband drily poked fun at him. Putting up a dramatized accusation that his hair was tapping off the roof with his bouncing he was doing. But for all the good mood, all the delightful warmth of that day nothing had made him more happy than to return home.
Nothing had felt better than when he'd gotten the keys into the lock and the door was thrown open. When he'd taken Shouta's duffel from him as he allowed the black-haired man to walk in first before following after him into the front hallway. Nothing felt as good as sweeping his husband up into his arms when the door was shut with his foot. It had melted his heart to have arms curling around his shoulders. A hand cupping the back of his neck as legs wrapped around his waist tightly in a tight grip to hold him close.
The smell of Shouta's cologne that clung weakly to his skin. The warmth radiating off of him pairing with the heavy weight of him in his arms had him melting. Had him eagerly rushing to the bedroom with the man clinging onto him fiercely as if he would disappear. Drop him at a moment's notice. Oh, he'd loved those hours after work kicking his boots off while Shouta worked his own off as he threw them both onto the bed afterwards. Curling together tightly with hands holding onto the leather of his coat.
Cupping the back of his neck to keep him close, close, close as he twisted into his arms. Like he had been gone for weeks. Coming together like they would had he or Shouta been away on a mission. A convention he needed to go away for. It had been amazing how hard his heart had been beating just to be that close to his husband again. Even now, three days later he could still say his heart jumped into his throat when his husband's arms wrapped around him. When he was climbing into his lap to curl up in his arms.
The casual touches he'd been cut off and scared to make being given to him so effortlessly. But what made it better were those kisses shared. Pecks on pink cheeks before they were nuzzling into his throat, his shoulder, before inevitably coming down on his. He couldn't get enough of his husband when he'd gotten that first kiss. He'd been overeager to twist together before Eri had come home with a shout for them only to rush to their bedroom after getting no response. However, none of it magically fixed it.
Wiped away their problems or the tension that had been running through his husband the previous week but it was fading. Easing with the reassurances. The eager way he accepted his husband's verbal and physical affection. How readily he gave it back now that he had been given the go ahead by the black-haired man. A floodgate of affection he was overjoyed to share with Shouta now that he could give it. To show it the way he wanted too that afternoon. The day after when he knew how upset Shouta had been.
To reassure the black-haired man the way he wanted too with that physical affection and the reaffirming touches to go hand-in-hand with his apologies. But he knew that it would have only push away what he intended. What he wanted to convey to his husband in the moments after their disastrous afternoon. And while it did take them a bit to find their rhythm again, the normalcy of physical touch was the easiest thing to accomplish between them. The small break of physical affection had given it better meaning to him.
Meant more now that those metaphorical floodgates were open. After having gone a week and some days without it, physical touch had better meaning to him. It was his love language but the second his husband had initiated the physical touch between them? Oh, it was like floodgates were flown wide open between the other as hands found their ways into one another's. Pecks on cheeks turned into pecks on lips. Playful brushes on the backs of hands became caresses up arms. Up over shoulders to twist into hair.
Around waists with the other twisting closer with a breathlessness shared between them. Starved after a week. And Shouta had long since admitted it wasn't wrong nor right to deprive him of his love language. To put him through the wringer with that desire and longing, the heartache, but he had forgiven it without batting a lash. After all, it was as his mothers' had always said; he could forgive but not forget. He could use a situation to grow from it. Learn from it. And it was something himself and Shouta had all too easily adopted.
After all these years together, how could they not? Grudges would be wasted against one another. He was more than relieved when Shouta had come to him with this declaration Friday afternoon about the previous week. Forgiven but not forgotten. He could accept that. He could agree to never speak on it again for the foreseeable future after their final conversation on the back porch together that afternoon in the break of their work. After all, he was finally receiving the affection he'd craved to have again.
The affection he craved to have aimed his way again. It was like finally scratching an itch so much better than sex could ever hope to be given sex wasn't truly what he wanted. What he wanted was the intimacy of it all that he'd missed. The adoration when those dark eyes locked onto his first thing in the morning. Foggy with the sleep that clung to him. Darted to his when he pulled the black-haired man onto his lap. When hands twisted into his hair as that all too familiar shy smile curled over full lips.
A soft, slightly crooked smile that reflected in his those dark eyes that was always for him. The adoration given when he was being nuzzled and hugged onto tightly by his husband. The brushing fingers that trailed over his cheek and jaw first thing in the morning. The playful tugs on his hair when Shouta was playing with it. The warmth of having his husband fitting snugly in his lap. The familiar scents of his musky vanilla soaps that he could drag down in his lungs like it was the first time he was smelling it.
He wanted that intimacy that was always given without thinking. The closeness to his husband that couldn't replace the pleasure of sex. He wanted to hold Shouta close more than he had wanted sex Thursday afternoon. And of course, in his frantic grading it had left room for them to forget about sex for a few more days. To forget about the conversation over the phone Tuesday night briefly when he had a full plate of duties. After all, his needs of affection and intimacy were overwhelming that desire.
Muffling it. His mothers, after all, had taught him from a young age that sex did not equal to intimacy. It was, of course, an intimate act that he should take and treat with the care along with the respect it needed. The respect he held for his partner. Something to show physically how he felt about something else, but it did not always meet the needs of intimacy. And after many years spent with Shouta, he knew that for fact. This week had retaught him that lesson he truly hadn't thought of in so long.
And now there was a delight in admiring his husband without the fear of him turning away. When he got to brush his fingertips over those pink cheeks. To sit and lay twisted up without him stiffening against him. Truly, there was nothing better than holding the black-haired man tightly against him. When arms were sliding around his waist and he got the scratch as that stubble covered cheek rubbed against his. When he had the black-haired man gently working the knots from his hair in the shower.
When he was allowed to return the favor with black locks and to scrub over the scarred skin with his loofah. Twisting beneath the heated water as he was allowed to touch his husband without him flinching or turning away had him absolutely euphoric. Happier than anything to welcome the return of that intimacy once again no matter how hesitantly it was given at the moment. He blinked at a sudden ding from his laptop forcing him to focus his fixed gaze on the screen where he had a stick key notification flashing at him.
No doubt from his fingers resting on the shift bar longer than necessary. Blinking quickly to focus once more, he forced his still fingers to move over the mousepad to close out the small window. Moving his fingers over the keyboard after watching that cursor blink at him cheerfully to encourage him to finish the sentence. One more email. He could push through it, he knew he could. It wasn't as if he had to ;ament or long over not receiving the very affection he was getting from his husband for three days now.
The click of his keys as he struck at them rapidly was starling when compared to the silence around him. The quiet murmur of the news channel before him as they rattled on about a segment. What it was about he had not a clue as he hardly paid it mind. Not when he had to finish this email if he wanted to hopefully go forward with his plans for the night. Plans that had his heart stumbling in his chest leaving him breathless for a moment when his air rushed out of him on a quiver. One more then he got a break.
The rapid strikes at the keys helped in encouraging him onward as he finished writing this email. There was a desire to get his work out of the way before that burn out could come for him tonight. He didn't want to feel so fried he couldn't think of spending a second awake longer. There was another clatter from the kitchen that had his heart skipping as he typed quickly. Bending his knees up slightly to press his feet to the edge of the coffee table once more. Then he let out a low breath as shifted in his spot restlessly.
Squirming impatiently. The strike of the spacebar was harder than necessary when he finally finished that last sentence. Reading over it, he scanned over the short reply when he heard another clatter from the kitchen. And then there was a moment of silence as he tweaked a few sentences and their wording with a low hum. Trying to focus around the shrieking in his brain insisting he hurry to finish this up. Hurry before that burn out could sink its claws into him. Shifting in his place with a low hum to himself.
Twitching when his hearing aids managed to pick up the faint sound of feet brushing over the floor in the hallway. Advancing footsteps that just barely made it to his ears. A quiet sound that had his heart once again skipping frantically over its beats against his chest. Choking him with that twist of excitement when there was the sound of racing paws that carried with it the jingling of bells on collars. He let his gaze flicker up, fingers stilling on the keyboard, when the corners of his mouth twitched as he sighed out.
His twitching lips burst into a smile with a snicker when Shouta swung himself into view. Black locks tugged back into a low bun, there was a twitch to the corners of his husband's mouth as he held onto the doorframe. Hesitating before he moved forward into the room where he then made his way around the couch. He tilted his head back to follow the black-haired man's path when his husband settled behind the couch with that soft smile curling over his lips. Sweet. A bit crooked but it was his smile.
There was the familiar trace of shyness to them when they were pressing to his forehead as he hummed softly. Hands rested on his shoulders before sliding forward to rest on his chest as he lifted a hand from the keyboard. Curling his arm up around his husband's shoulder to cup the back of his neck to coax his head lower allowing him to press a kiss to that stubble covered cheek. The quiet brush of his lips over it was loud when he got a soft hum from Shouta as arms squeezed around his shoulders.
He couldn't stop hsi smile from widening when that cheek pressed to his own. Nuzzling at him. He happily gave a rub of his cheek back against the black-haired man's with a giggle bursting out of him at the resulting scratch. The warmth he could feel rushing up to his face at that simplistic affection as fingers plucked idly at his tank top before twisting into the material. Holding loose fistfuls to palms when he squeezed the nape of his husband's neck gently before moving it. Bringing it forward then up.
Brushing his fingertips over that warm cheek with a widening of his smile. God, it felt as if it had been far longer since he had that scratchy cheek nuzzling itself to his own. Since he got the delight in having that face so close to his own. Since he got to smell the faint scents of the air outside and the lingering cigarette smoke clinging to him. Blending into the musky scent of his vanilla soaps from his shower earlier that he insisted upon. It had him all too happy to press his cheek to his husband's warm one.
"What're you doing?" The sudden murmur of his own voice was startling in the quiet of the living room. Louder than the murmur of the TV in front of him when he got a low hum from his husband followed by another rub of that cheek against his own as arms tightened around him. "Did you really finish up cleaning by yourself, baby? You don't gotta work yourself to the bone now that your home, you know."
"'m not working myself to the bone or anything like it, Zashi. The usual number of chores around the house isn't going to kill me nor is doing the dishes going to do me in." Arms tightened around him once more before a slow breath was taken before it was rushing out before that cheek was squishing to his lifted one. "I can show my husband all the affection in the world I want now that I don't have my own head up my ass! You gotta problem with that?"
"Well, I'm certainly not going to stop you! I don't have a problem with it at all!" Another nuzzle was given that had his cheek lifting up when his husband rubbed his fiercely to his own with fingers twisting and untwisting into the fabric of his shirt when he dropped his hand from that warm cheek to slid it along his husband's forearm instead with a hum. "So, I was thinking that we could do something together tonight? Something fun if that sounds interesting to you at all?"
A snort from his husband had him biting his bottom lip to keep himself from snickering with him. To keep another giggle from bursting out of him when that scratching rub lifted with lips pressing to his warm cheek softly in pecks that had his toes curling. "Something "fun", huh? Is that what we're going to do now? Tip toe around saying when one of us wants to have sex? You can tell me, Zashi, if that's what you want to do. I'm not going to rip your throat out over it."
"Says the man who would have happily ripped my cock off at the base and shoved it down my throat if I so much as suggested sex last week!" He felt those fluttering lips twitching against his cheek in a smirk when he then slid his hand down his husband's forearm to grip his wrist. Sliding his thumb up over the back of his hand gently. "But I have an idea for it that'll make it really fun! You wanna hear my idea? Or do you want me to walk you through it in the bedroom? Make it a surprise?"
"Hmmm, it might be smart for you to tell me now rather than wait until the bedroom." Oh. Oh, it sent shivers down his back to have that deep voice so close to his ear as teeth then bit gently at the shell of his ear. The click of the piercing he had there. The conch. Just below the double helix's he had on it. "You wanna tell me what vulgar idea you have cooking in that decrepit mind of yours? Or am I going to have to go off the horny ramblings of our phone call Tuesday night?"
"Well, if we're to go off horny ramblings I think you said some pretty interesting things you wanted, didn't you?" It had his stomach fluttering at the quiet hum as the warmth of his husband's breaths fanned over his ear when he got another nip that brought with it a click of jewelry off of teeth. "But I have a better idea! I was thinking that one option on the list would be good for tonight and given everything, why don't I service you, hmm? You tell me what you want, when you want, and how you want it?"
"That's-" There was a crack to his husband's voice when he felt arms tightening around him when he turned his head towards his husband then back forcing Shouta to move back. Hovering over him, a black lock slithered from behind his ear to dangle above him, yet black brows squeezed together. A hesitant look pinched at his face as it glittered in those dark eyes. "How would that work for you? It's not really fair, is it? If I'm just bossing you around? How is that going to be fun for you to have to deal with?"
"To have you telling me how to make you feel good? I think that it sounds fucking hot." Lashes fluttered in a fast blink when he watched spots of color pop on his husband's cheeks when he grinned. "I think it would be really hot to hear you telling me what to do and where you want me to do it? Telling me how to suck your cock? Telling me how to make you feel good as I fuck you with my fingers through an orgasm? To tell me how you want me to fuck you tonight when I'm done with that? I want that, baby!"
"But you-"
"I may top you but that doesn't mean I don't want to hear you ordering me around once in a while! You know you have as much control in the bedroom and myself as I do, right, Shouta?" Lifting his hand upwards, he skimmed his fingertips over his husband's pink cheek with a widening of his grin. "I want you to tell me and use your hands to make me do it! I want you to make me do what feels best and make me no better than a servant to follow your orders to a T! To make you get off?I want that bad."
Dark eyes flickered over his face with that incredulous sparkle to them as he skimmed his fingertips over his cheek again lashes fluttered when he looked away. Those soft pink spots deepening into that all too familiar red as his blush smothered itself over his face when brow twitched from that tight squeeze. Full lips parted then moved silently before pinching together. Then those eyes were flicking back to look down at him. "Are you sure about this? It's what you really want?"
"It is! Trust me, I can handle having you tell me what to do for a night! So, will you let me do that? Please? You've dealt with more embarrassment than you've had to feel in years so how about you take your mind off of it? Push me around a bit to work out some of that frustration? Whatever servicing I can do to make you feel better than I want it! I think it'd be pretty sexy to have my husband to tell me what to do as I fucked him silly, don't you? How deep he wants my cock? How he wants me to touch him?"
Once again, lips parted only to move silently while that blush deepened before his very eyes. Swore it. It was absolutely beautiful with the angle he had as he caressed his cheekbone gently with the heat of that blush warming his fingers. It'd been a while since his husband was this flustered in regard to sex. It had his heart jumping in his chest when Shouta licked his lips before speaking. "Okay, I can admit it does sound hot but-"
"But what? There's nothing stopping us, is there? Do you want me, Shouta? Want this? Because if you're uncomfortable with the idea of anything sexual happening tonight, we don't have too! Especially after that talk with Nezu about the "harlotry" again but I just- I want you, baby, you know that, right? I want to do this, but I don't want you to be hesitant or worried about saying no! I won't be mad, and I won't be upset one bit if you're having the smallest bit of hesitation. Just tell me, yeah? Don't be afraid to speak up!"
"You're going to tell me then that you're really okay with this?" He nodded when he got a raised brow when he traced the shape of the scar beneath his right eye. Shouta looked positively lovely with that blush smothering itself over his cheeks when teeth dragged over his bottom lip once. Twice before it was released. "If you're really okay with me calling the shots tonight and telling you what to do then I can handle that. Come with me to the bedroom then?"
"What am I going to do once I'm there? What's my sexy husband gonna make me do to him once we're behind closed doors, huh?" It was adorable the flustered look that came to his husband's face when he licked his lips before lashes fluttered as he looked away. He grinned up at his husband when he skimmed his fingers lightly over that flushed cheek. Admiring the heat of that red blush. "Tell me? Let me hear what you want first tonight, yeah? What do you want me to do to you tonight, baby?"
"I want you on your knees." Oh. Oh, oh, that was a shot of heat right through his veins. A shot of arousal that twisted viciously with that rush of heat when his dick twitched curiously. Like a dog to Pavlov's Bel. "An-And then I want to fuck your mouth and throat while you fuck me with your fingers until I cum off your fingers and I want you to drink it like the cum-guzzling pervert you are. Then I want you to fuck me. Into the goddamn bed, the floor, the walls and the shower! Bend me over the dresser, you hear me?"
"I hear you loud and clear, baby! Loud and fucking clear!"
"Then why are you still sitting? Move."
Oh, it sent a shiver down his back at how effortlessly his husband's voice deepened like that as he squeezed at his forearm. Holding onto the black-haired man when fingers began to untwist from their hold on his shirt as he leaned forward with arms sliding from around his shoulders. Snapping his laptop screen shut, he slid his feet from the edge of the coffee table while his husband moved from his place behind the couch. Sliding his laptop onto the table, he pushed himself up onto his feet with a pop in his knees.
Groaning under his breath as he then made his way with his quick sideway shuffle between the couch and table. The muted thuds of Shouta's feet rang out as he made his way across the living room with that bun of his swaying against his neck. Locks slithering free when the black-haired man peeked over his shoulder. Pausing briefly before reaching out towards the doorframe where he grabbed onto it. Flying forward, he disappeared into the hallway in an arc that flung him forward in a flurry of thumping steps.
He couldn't help a snicker at the ridiculousness of it as he rushed forward in a light jog to the doorway of the living room to catch Shouta flying into the kitchen. Even if he hadn't said it, hadn't breathed a word of it, there was an thrill to it all. An exhilaration to the night ending up the way he hoped it would go with his husband. The way he hoped to Thursday night at the first flicker of desire once those basic needs were met. When he'd seen the longing sparking in those dark eyes when they were twisted together.
The flare of emotion that disappeared when lashes fluttered in fast blinks but what mattered was he saw it. The desire when he caught the blurry view out of the corner of his eye after a shower where Shouta would gawk. Watching move as he toweled off before they shuffled out of the bathroom together. It had his heart skipping wildly each time he saw that look in his husband gaze. But he'd been so tired lately. He was exhausted from running himself ragged last week with his apologies he'd been spewing at the time.
The attempts to make it right with Shouta that then led to him taking on the workload that he'd been putting on the back burner quite a bit. Too tired when he slumped into Shouta's chest at the end of the day, or he had that comforting weight over him. But he was awake. Perhaps teetering on the edge of burn out, like his husband seemed to be, but they could blow steam. They could have fun after the week that had been had previously. And rushing down the hallway into the kitchen as he chased after said husband?
He felt the sickening skips of his heart threatening to choke him on an inhale when he rushed into the room. Finding Shouta peeking over his shoulder as he braced forward on the balls of his feet with the intent to rush off again. Lashes fluttering in a blink when he swore he saw that red cheek lifting. Smirking. As if it were a chase he was delighting in before running down their short hallway in a flurry of thudding steps towards the bedroom doors. If it weren't for that smirk it would almost appear coy.
Flirtatious. His stomach dropped then flipped with a sickening intensity when he rushed after the black-haired man with a giggle ripping out of him. Contagious. The excitement was ripping up in his chest leaving him breathless under its weight as he flew across the kitchen. The sound of his socked feet thudding over the tiles was loud as the bedroom doors ground open before snapping shut. Rushing forward to their small hallway, he could hear claws scratching over the floor behind him as he rushed down it.
Thudding steps loud in the small space when he reached out towards the closed bedroom doors to fling open as he stepped in then shut the doors behind him quickly. Thudding together with a deafening crack, he reached to flick the lock into place before turning to face the bedroom once more. And then the black-haired man was moving so suddenly it was hard for him to keep track. Flying forward in a sudden burst of movement from his place mere inches from the side of the bed where he had stopped.
Waiting for him to come in after him, no doubt, and it had his breath catching at that desire. The longing. He looked all the world like a puma waiting to pounce. A predator ready to devour him head to toe rather than the playful sight he'd seen seconds ago in the living room doorway. The hallway. The playful glances over his shoulders or the flutter of lashes with his blinks as he darted away. It felt like a prelude to a trapped position. A ploy to get him alone only to be devoured alive. And he fucking loves it.
Shouta quickly closed that distance in long strides with hands reaching out towards him where they grabbed onto the hem of his shirt. Fistfuls that had fists resting against his waist when he happily raised his hands up as Shouta pressed himself to him tight, tight, tight. Tugging that loose bun out, he buried his hands in the wild black curls coaxing his head forward. The black-haired man moved easily with him forward when those full lips were then coming down to cover his own as he sighed out. Dry. Warm.
There was a shift before his husband was pinning him tightly to the doors with a renewed force as feet adjusted their placement. He loves it . Loves that tight press that allowed him to feel the sprinting beats of Shouta's heart as their chests pressed tightly together. Hands pressing to his waist with the warmth rolling off of his husband had him giddy. He was all too happy to welcome the touch of those hands on him. The feel of his husband against him that had yet to lose that spark of excitement as lips slid against his.
A caress that had his fingers tightening on those black curls as he let out another sigh in unison with his husband. The quiet whisper of their moving lips was a thrill to his system as those full lips moved against his slowly. Warm. He could melt away. After a week of no kisses, no touches, no hugs or anything of the sort he had found himself riveted to paying closer attention to the smaller things of them. The warmth of his husband. The dryness of his skin. To admire the simplicity in how good Shouta felt in his arms.
When he was pinned tightly against him just like this with fists resting against his waist. When he had the tickle of the black locks that twisted into curls he was delighted to twist his fingers into. How they brushed over the back of his hands. The plush feel of those full lips as they slid against his own. Melting to mold and shape with that familiar, comfortable fit against his own with each kiss given as his husband twisted against him. Another soft sigh fanning over his cheek when he squeezed at the messy curls in his hands.
Tight. He then let out a low hum at a quiet sound made by his husband as lips slid against his. A week apart was enough to leave anyone longing for their significant other. Filled with that smoldering desire. Lit aflame with it in the midst of a fight when the comfort of the other was all that was wanted. A week wasn't anything like five weeks of his healing period, but it was a week without access to those kisses. The usual affection given to him. Sliding his lips against those plush full ones, he tightened his arms around Shouta.
Shivering at the slow caresses of those full lips to his own as another sigh fanned over cheek when Shouta twisted against him. Curving to fit against him when hands tightened on their fistfuls before pressing to his waist. God, he missed it. He couldn't think of denying even that to himself when it had been all he could think of when they had a moment alone together. From that Thursday afternoon when they'd twisted together on the bed, he wanted this man. Wants, wants, wants yet that hesitation kept him wary.
Kept him from making the moves he wanted to make. Letting out another breath of his own, he happily tightened his grips on those black curls. He then scratched gently at his husband's scalp. Moving his lips with Shouta's, the quiet whisper of their moving lips was broken by that familiar smack. A light sound to fill the quiet of the bedroom along with even breaths fanning onto flushed cheeks. The light rattle of the doors hinges behind him with the force and weight of the both of them pressing against it.
Shouta was never hesitant about being forceful in the bedroom in terms of making what he wanted to come across loud and clear. He'd never hesitated to demand for harder, for faster, as nails bit into his skin. He'd never been afraid of it, yet he knew there was always a hesitation in his husband about taking control in one way or another. Tonight, being one of the ways he knew was one of Shouta's smaller fantasies while a quieter, bigger one of his. Oh, he'd been eager for the chance to have a situation like this.
A scenario where his husband would tell him what to do. How to do it the "right" way just for a thrill. It was always there; each time he'd catch that smug smirk on his lips as his hips rolled down against him. The delight when he followed along exactly with the moaned demands. The absolute excitement when he was dropping to his knees when he was asked of it. There was no mistaking it and God knows he wanted it. He wanted to be ordered around for a night as he gave his husband everything he wanted.
There was a low hum from his husband followed by another twisting press that had the doors rattling behind him gently from their push on it. The warmth of his husband had him shivering while he moved his lips with that desire twisting through him. Excitement sparking in his chest to get his heart sprinting against it and his stomach dropping airily. An intensity to both that left him breathless as he clutched at his husband's hair before beginning to work his left hand free. Gently working his fingers out.
Tugging gently at the locks he had wrapped around them, a whine left the black-haired man when he worked his hand free. Protesting silently. But he didn't mind it one bit. He brought that arm down to sweep his hand along the center of his husband's back down to that lower area. It had Shouta arching against him with another whine. Low. A quiet sound muffled as hands released their tight grips on the hem of his shirt to flip it up quickly to dive under. Palms brushing over his waist had goosebumps rising over his skin.
Shivering at the touch of those dry, rough palms. A shuddering breath left him when he felt a new pressure being applied to their kiss. Using a firmer touch to the slides had that light, intermittent smack becoming a consistent one. Filling the silence as he spread his hand out against his lower back then pushed. Pinning his hips tightly to his own had his husband groaning under his breath when he squeezed at his waist. The strength of that squeeze had his heart giving that one-two hit with that sickening strength.
It had his breaths shuddering at the sudden airy drop of his stomach to go hand-in-hand with the sensation. Hitching. He kneaded at the black-haired man's lower back in firm circles that had him shuddering with nails grazing over his waist before hands moved in that caress. The brush of his palms over his skin had his stomach dropping airily as he moved his lips eagerly with Shouta's. There was then a waver to the breaths fanning over his cheek had him humming softly as he scratched at his scalp again.
It felt good. So simplistically good to have his husband in his arms. Against him. The faint trace of that biting cigarette smoke after Eri had been put down clung weakly onto Shouta that mingled with his cologne. A musky scent he huffed eagerly as he held the black-haired man against him tightly. Breaths trembled over his cheek once again to which he hummed quietly as those lips slid against his. So plush against his own. Warm. It had him all too eager to receive another caress. Another kiss from the man.
It had him absolutely giddy as those full lips slid against his own when he got a squirm from his husband when hips then pressed against him firmly. The strength had him groaning at the black-haired man as he pushed on his lower back to keep him pressed tight, tight, tight with a shudder. He fucking loves the displays of strength from Shouta. The quiet reminders that he could have his choice ripped away effortlessly. That he could be used as nothing more than a puppet to follow along on his strings.
It had him yanking at his husband's hair then to tip his head back slightly earning himself a moan from the man. A low, trembling sound that had heat flaring under his skin in a burst that left him flushed as it settled along his bones. A magma that had heat twisting in its flickers as he moved his lips eagerly against Shouta's. Sharp smacks ringing out mingled with trembling breaths over hot cheeks as the speed of those slow kisses inched up. He tightened his grip to give a tight, consistent pull on his hair.
On his scalp. It had his husband's hips bucking with another moan flying out of him as hands tightened on his waist. Nails biting into his skin lightly. It had him groaning back at the black-haired man as that slow speed was inched up. A passion bleeding into it had him squirming only to have his husband pushing tightly at him. The rattling hinges ringing out had him fighting that urge to fidget once more as he kneaded at his lower back before sliding his hand up. Arching against him once more.
He felt the twitch of hips against him when a cautious grind was given. Hesitating. And he happily arched his hips forward to move in a grind against the black-haired man earning himself a shudder from the man. Gone was that cautiousness as hips jumped to join his movement. As if happy to follow along after receiving the silent go ahead to give in. To do it. He rolled his hips in those tight circles that Shouta copied beautifully. It was drool worthy, truly, to have his husband be the one to push him up against something.
To pin him in place as he was kissed silly by the black-haired man. It left him feeling flushed as he listened to the sharp smacks of their moving lips mixing with trembling, shortening breaths. The quiet rattling of the doors behind them with each squirm, twist, and grind against them. It was a damn good thing he'd locked them. It sent shivers up his back at the harsh circles being ground against him when Shouta let out a choked whimper when he yanked at the black locks wrapped around his hair again.
Reaffirming that tight pull on them. Hands moved from their clutching hold on his waist to sweep up his sides sending tingles racing under his skin. A whine of his own flew out of him when those tingles pooled into his stomach with a squirm that had his husband pressing up tightly against him. Lips moving with a hunger that had him absolutely breathless. Giddy. It went hand-in-hand with that passionate heat pooling into the kiss that had him moving his lips to get another caress. To return those kisses.
It earned him a harder press of those plush lips against his own as his breaths trembled on a hitch when hands swept up his sides to get him squirming. Twisting restlessly with a huff of breath leaving him only to feel an identical puff over his hot cheek. He shuddered as lips grew damp allowing for that sharp smacking to ring out deafeningly when he swept his hand down his husband's back. An up and down circuit he'd created absentmindedly as his husband twisted and squirmed against him restlessly.
Arching his back and grinding hips. Huffing breaths with airy whines and whimpers between the both of them. Hot, hot, hot against the doors when that heat ripped up to rake under the surface of his skin in bursts. Flashes that left him flushed. He pinched then pulled at the hem of his husband's shirt on a slide down to bunch the fabric up, up, up until his fingers brushed over skin. Warm. So, so warm. He fanned his fingers against the warmth of his skin before sliding it up beneath his shirt with a whine from Shouta.
Shivering at the quiet brush of his palm over him ringing out. It had a breathless puff of noise leaving the back of Shouta's throat as he arched in a squirm against him with lips crushing themselves to his own. He ground his hips forward in tight circles that copied the ones being ground into him. Firm, tight circles that had his toes curling when he squeezed at the fistful of hair in his hand had hips bucking. Thrusting against him to push him back against the doors with a deafening rattle from the sudden hit.
Oh, it had a deafening moan ripping out of him when he jerked his hips forward in a returning thrust against his husband. Grinding, grinding, grinding as his dick twitched with the excitement twisting tightly into him leaving him breathless. Shortening breaths being taken that rushed out much too fast over hot cheeks as Shouta's hands slid down his sides to his waist then back up. Up and down, up and down, up and down as he arched his hips forward. He swore he could feel the twitch of Shouta's dick against him.
An unmistakable sensation when hips were rolling forward in tight circles against him. A tight pin that would make ever little movement hard to miss. Shuddering when hands swept down his sides to his waist, they slipped between their stomachs causing the muscles of his to quiver viciously. Squirming at that ticklish urge threatening to make him giggle before hands were sweeping up. His shirt was bunched annoyingly but he could hardly think twice on it when fingers were brushing blindly over his chest.
Sliding along it until he caught the quiet flick of nails hitting off of his piercings. It had him shuddering when he arched his back from the doors with a huff leaving him when the black-haired man flicked his fingers over them lightly. Hands fanned out to squeeze at his chest sending a shiver down his back as he groaned at the action. A new move that had him arching forward into his husband's hands. God, he'd never had Shouta squeeze at his chest like that but the feeling of it sent heat ripping under his skin.
It was only made better when thumbs slid over his areolas in firm rubs to get his breaths hitching. Rushing out of him in huffs as he swept his hands down his husband's back earning himself a whine as lips slid against his with a spark of eagerness. A lust that bled into the kiss left him flushed with an eagerness of his own to return that heat. The passion and desire that melted in with that lustful slide that he was all too happy to return with his own. Kisses that had him excited at the thought of receiving more.
They'd been far from abstinent but the kisses they'd traded in the past three days had lacked this heat. The desire that left no questions on how much this man wanted him. How much he wanted Shouta. The kisses had lacked this hunger that had him whining into the kisses punctuated with that deafening smack. Hips ground forward against him in tight circles that he was more than eager to return to his husband as he squirmed against him. Twisting to pin him to the doors rattling behind him yet it didn't seem to deter him.
Not once did it have him pulling away when thumbs shifted to slid in a rub over his nipples. It had him arching forward into his hands with a whine that encouraged those thumbs to move back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. Flicking idly over them as they parked up beneath his husband's touch when he slid his hand down his back. Moving it down, down, down before grabbing at Shouta's ass to yank his hips forward in a thrust that had him moaning out in unison with the black-haired man.
Twisting against him with that burst of excitement, his dick gave another happy twitch when the black-haired man flicked his thumbs over his nipples. Pairing it with another yank on him, those hips ground themselves with such vicious strength it had him wondering if his husband was more excited than he realized. More eager than he had noticed. While they certainly hadn't been avoiding sex, it was merely the fact he was too tired by the end of the day. Worn down enough to be out long before his head hit the pillow.
It was exhausting to be running around from point a to b while taking care of their daughter, the household chores, and his own mountain of work that needed grading. It was to be expected that he was worn out by the end of the day. Always nodding off, the second he was allowed a moment of stillness. Of quiet. Sex was a nonstarter when he was, according to Shouta, "snoring like a chainsaw" into the man's chest. His husband wasn't as vocal on it, but he knew he was just as eager for the chance to kiss.
To touch. To twist together with that heat leaving everything frantic in the following morning with snippets clinging behind. Eager to indulge in the other again after a week of silence. Shouta was wound tight as he squirmed in his arms with his back arching slightly with a shuddering breath when he squeezed his fistful of curls. Ground hips forward as he squeezed at Shouta's ass. Calling the shots or not, he knew his husband wanted this more than he was letting on. Otherwise, the idea would've been dead in the water.
Would have turned him off at the idea of ordering him around to service him properly. To give him what he wanted and more before the night was over. Tingles raced under his skin to pool into his stomach with each flick of his husband's thumbs over his nipples. Idle, slow flicks that rubbed over his areola before sliding over his nipples again. It had that ache twisting in his lower stomach as his shortening breaths crested into a light, racing pant. Trembling on their way down when he yanked at his husband's ass again.
Pulling him forward in another thrust that had him bucking back against him instinctively. Had his dick giving a volley of twitches when he caught another twitch of that dick grinding against him. Subtle through the looser material of his husband's sweatpants but it sent a shiver up his back. Had him moaning out as he bucked forward again only to get a sharp thrust from Shouta who groaned at him. Shuddering as that sound clawed up in volume when he got another tight grind against him that he was giddy to give back.
God, if he wasn't careful, he was sure the man would pull that muscle in his lower back, but he would be damned if he told him to slow down. To stop. He would keep his silent eye on his husband for any sign of pain or the need of a break. Whatever he needed tonight, he'd make his suggestion and let the black-haired man make his choice. Fuck, he could lose himself to the familiar sounds around them. The sharp smack of damp lips sliding, melting together as he tightened his hold on those black locks.
The quiet rustle of pants rubbing together with the fervent grinds. That quiet rattle of the doors behind him. The huffing, shallow pants being taken fanning onto feverishly hot cheeks. The quiet whines and whimpers leaving himself that mirrored the ones leaving his husband. Hot, hot, hot. It was fucking amazing. A sharp pinch was then given to his nipples sending a jolt of pain over his chest. Burning as it pooled into his stomach when he moaned ecstatically at the black-haired man when he twisted lightly.
A gentle side to side that was no harder than need be, and it had him squirming against the doors with a buck of his hips that had hips thrusting back against him. An impact that had his hips wavering back before he jerked forward again. Grinding himself to his husband as he squeezed his holds on his husband to get himself one of those keening moans. A delight in the sound that had his sprinting heart stumbling over its beats when he gave another squeeze. He was burning up with each grind of those hips against him.
The press of that twitching dick against his own that had his toes curling tightly against the carpet. It was good, good, good! He hummed when lips parted slightly against his own yet whatever planned was forgotten when he got another sharp pull on his nipples. Tearing a shrill cry out of him when he bucked his hips frantically as the sound tore up when Shouta pinched tight, tight, tight at him. When the black-haired man gave a firmer twist that had pain blistering over his chest from that grip as he writhed against the doors.
The fierce yank had his hips jerking forward in yet another frenzy of thrusts against his husband. It had Shouta wobbling slightly against him before jerking his own hips forward. He couldn't stop himself from keening out a shrill, highly pitched moan of his own when his lower half was slammed back against the doors. Pinned to them with a deafening rattle when his husband ground fervently in those drool worthy circles when fingers tightened in their pinch. Resulting in his moan tearing up shrill in both volume and pitch.
Trembling when his dick twitched when he got another sharp thrust against him as his husband twisted against him in a renewed press. Curving against him with those urgent circles shifting out for a hard, rolling grind against him that had him moaning out encouragingly. Fingers twisted back and forth, back and forth, back and forth at his nipples with that tight pinch had him arching. Squirming. Whining at his husband when he got another sharp thrust from the black-haired man. God, is this how it felt?
Why Shouta loved it when he was pining his hips down? When he was teasing him until he was squirming mess? Desperate for something? It was fucking amazing to have his husband take that control to show him. To pin him up against the doors like he was nothing more than something for his husband to kiss to his heart's content. To rut and grind against him until he was satisfied enough to move on. To let him touch that pale skin. To get his chance to take that control even if it was a small fraction of it.
It had his hips twitching in juggling thrusts against the black-haired man as his pants rasped out through his nose with identical huffs against his hot cheek. A hard pinch was given then that had pain blistering over his chest once again in another wave that had him breaking from the kiss to wail out at the pain. Too much, too much, too much! Not enough, not enough, not enough! Fuck him, he could let Shouta play with his chest for hours. Do the same to his husband until he was begging, begging, begging for more.
He squirmed against Shouta when he felt that burning heat sizzling through his veins to boil his blood. Raking under the surface of his skin when he felt that gush of blood rushing down, down, down. Sizzling through his veins down as he gasped when the teeth nipped at his jaw. A sharp bite that had him bucking his hips forward earning himself a throaty moan from his husband. Trembling up as his back arched to press against him when he squeezed at the locks wrapped around his hand. Uneven pants fanned over his jaw.
Kisses were then peppered over it with his own uneven pants rasping out of him when Shouta squirmed against him with a whine as hips bucked against him. Thrusting against him tearing a moan out of him when nails raked down his sides towards his waist. Squeezing at him. He knew long before asking that Shouta would fear pushing this too far. Taking this too far and making one of them upset. Knew that Shouta believed he didn't know what he wanted to do but they both knew he did. Shouta knew exactly what he wanted.
He'd said it with such confidence in the living room. Bold as brass. He had all the confidence in the world to believe the black-haired man knew exactly what he'd wanted both tonight. Wanted for the past couple of days. Shouta only needed to ask, and he'd do it. Breathless. There was a prick of embarrassment when his shaky breath caught when that gaze flamed at him with that lustful look he'd missed . The desire and hunger he'd been wanting so, so long to see. It had his own skin ripping with a blistering wave of heat.
Twisting impatiently when the black-haired man then slid his hands away from his waist. Grabbing at the hem of his shirt again, it flipped up as he stepped backwards allowing him to lean forward. Raising his arms up above his head, he let Shouta work the pale fabric up towards his chest where it was then rolled and bunched up. Eased over his head to avoid a snag on his hearing aids no doubt. He felt a flutter of warmth at the care when the fabric was pulled up causing his hair to bunch up annoyingly.
Twitching when locks slithered through the neckline with the majority of it bunching into the fabric causing his husband to grunt lightly. Working to pull it off without ripping his hearing aids out as thicker locks slithered through. Tugging before it was finally, finally off of him allowing his hair to drop in a heap down his back and shoulders once again. The pale shirt dropped to the floor beside them. Shivering when those dark eyes flicked over him with that flaming heat over his collar bones and chest.
His stomach down to his hips. His stomach fluttered at the awe he saw in that gaze. As if it were the first time in years, he was seeing him shirtless; as if it was a sight worth being awed over. He worked his hand free from those black locks and lifted his hand from his ass to grab at the hem of his husband's shirt. Prompting Shouta to look up from his blatant gawking. He then eased the fabric up over his stomach revealing that happy trail below his navel before it disappeared beneath the waistband of his sweats.
Lifting it up as he rolled it to his palms to bunch up to reveal the broad set of his husband's chest. The wild, chaotic black curls covering it as he let his gaze flick over the hardened nipples. It never failed to get him hot having the knowledge to him reaffirming itself each time. That a man's nipples, much like women's, could react to sexual reaction. Perk up from them and it was all the hotter when he let his gaze flick over his husband's chest. His stomach. Gawking at the sight of the man when he forced his hands to move.
To pull the bunched up shirt upwards towards his husband's head when arms lifted up. Black locks slithered through the neckline as he worked Shouta's shirt up and over his head. His erection twitched at the light roll of those hips forward against him before black fell in a heap. Wild as he dropped his shirt down when Shouta stepped back to which he stepped forward. Snapping into motion when his husband flew backwards with his own steps forward. Following after him until he was at the end of the bed.
The shiny gold wrapper of a condom winking up at him. The lube next to it. He reached out to grab at the cool tube before he felt that light push on his left shoulder to which he palmed the lube before sinking down. Twitching at the light thud of his knees hitting the carpet, he didn't mind it one bit when hands kneaded at his shoulders. Soothing circles as he settled into place with that awe on his husband's face as he looked down at him. And he couldn't stop that wide grin from curling on his lips as he looked up.
Admiring the familiar sights from that different angle would never fail to leave him absolutely awed he had this man. That he got this privilege that others could only dream of. Fantasize of. Admiring the angle of his hips where he could catch the tail end of the I in his name. Even the disarray of those black locks from the tugging shirt had him struck at that simplistic beauty. The wink of those four studs in his earlobes as they caught the lighting of their bedroom in cheeky little winks. The black curls of hair covering his chest.
The scars littering that pale skin in areas he'd targeted for years that begged for kisses. Touches. The thickness of his thighs that could squeeze the damn life out of him and he'd happily accept it. Shouta was absolutely beautiful from this angle. Something he could look at for hours. And then that manic, Totoro-esque smirk was curling over full lips paired with that flaming heat in those dark eyes had his heart thudding sickeningly. Placing down the lube on the floor by his knee, he lifted his hands up.
Brushing them over his thighs before squeezing at them to coax him closer. While he'd hardly be acting in a submissive role tonight, he would absolutely bend over backwards to give Shouta what he wanted tonight. He wouldn't call it makeup sex in the slightest bit, but he wanted to make up for the last week. The silence. The avoidance of touch. He wanted to give Shouta everything he could. And if that meant giving up any sense of free will to be nothing more than a servant? Well, he'd happily take up that part tonight.
Play the role that he'd given himself and he'd see it to the end. He slid his hands up his husband's thighs where the muscles quivered under his touch as the black-haired man shuffled forward with feet planting on either side of his knees. He curved his hands backwards to yank at the backs of his thighs. Angling him closer as he leaned up high on his knees. He then leaned forward to nuzzle his nose and lips into his groin. A hitching breath was taken above him when he pressed small pecks to his covered area.
Nuzzling at him again, he reached up to curl his fingers over the waistband of his sweatpants to ease downwards. Pulling away, he tugged the gray material down towards his knees when he leaned in once more. Peppering kisses over the thinner material of his boxers as he helped ease them down to his ankles when hands came down on his shoulders. Stepping out the fabric, he watched Shouta's right foot kick away his sweatpants when a hand then buried itself into his hair. Gripping at them tightly.
It sent shivers down his back when he leaned in to press a kiss to his husband. Fluttering kisses over the thinner fabric had breaths hitching above him when he felt a twitch beneath his lips. It had his stomach dropping with such intensity as excitement coiled into him it had his own breath shuddering out of him. Pressing a few of those firmer kisses had fingers tightening in his hair sending another shiver down his back as he squeezed at his husband's thighs. The muscles jumping in a quiver before tensing.
He opened his mouth up to lap his tongue over the fabric of his boxers. Fingers tightened in his hair when he lapped over him again with a grind of his piercing against him through the fabric earning himself another twitch. Biting back a smirk of his own, he lapped at his husband while he kneaded at his thighs. Undulating his tongue to rub his piercing over the fabric had thighs tensing briefly under his hand. Earned him a hitch of the shortening breaths above him when he then closed his mouth against it.
Biting down softly to mouth at him had hips arching forward when nails dragged over his scalp sending tingles racing down his back where they pooled into his stomach. Twisting, feeding, into the start of that all too familiar ache as he mouthed at his husband gently before suckling. The quiet sound had his husband whining when he squeezed at those tensing thighs before sliding his hands back. Shivering at the feeling of the boxers growing wet under his mouth as he let himself drool shamelessly into the fabric.
Soaking it while he swept his hands back in a caress to curve his hands over the backs of his thighs. Moving inwards to brush his fingertips lightly over his inner thighs in a light caress when he suckled at the soaked patch he was working into the thin material. Something that was proving to be less of a task but fuck if it didn't have his breaths hitching. Had heat flashing under his skin when he felt the black-haired man's dick twitching beneath his mouth. Against his tongue when he curved his hands inwards.
Brushing his fingers awkwardly over his inner thighs before bringing them forward to sweep them properly in a caress over them. Dragging his nails lightly over the silky soft skin of his inner thighs had them trembling under his touch. Mouthing at his husband earned him another twitch of his dick beneath his mouth. He lifted his mouth up to lap his tongue over him once again when he let his gaze flick up. And fuck, it was a shot to his stomach. A burst of heat that had his breath trembling out on a huff.
Brows twitched from their tight squeezed together as fingers tightened in his hair to push him closer as he lapped over him. The sight of teeth digging into that full bottom lip had a jolt rushing down his back at the heat blazing in that gaze. The soft red that had spread to his collar bones as black locks slithered over his shoulders with eyes locked onto him with an intensity to get him shuddering. His erection twitched excitedly at that rush when he undulated his tongue on another lap to grind his piercing against him.
It wasn't the best taste in the world, the fabric of his boxers, but he hardly cared. Batted a lash at the taste spreading over his tongue. Not when he was delighting in sliding his hands over those trembling inner thighs. Trailing his fingers over the silky soft skin as he pulled his hands away to brush upwards instead to squeeze at his hips. He knew Shouta's erogenous zones like the back of his hand; hips, inner thighs, back, and his throat were all areas he loved to target. To get this man riled up as much as he possibly could.
To get him breathless beneath him, the side of him, above him during or before sex. This being no exception. Lapping his tongue over his twitching dick once more, he could swear he tasted the drops of pre-come through the soaked fabric. He knew it was merely a placebo effect, but it had him pressing his tongue harder against him with another lap as he met that gaze. Challenging. Daring him to look away. He could see the fierce bit into that lower lip as his chest fluttered with those shortening, shallow breaths of his.
And then that left hand was weaving into his hair. Pushing him tightly to his crotch as he covered that wet patch to suckle firmly at him earning him a whimper. It was hot. Watching those teeth digging into his bottom lip and the way that gaze burned down at him. Suckling at his husband, he could feel a few more twitches of his dick beneath his mouth to which he mouthed gently at him. Squeezing at his hips, he curled his fingers into the elastic waistband of his boxers as he tugged lightly. Playfully.
He hummed then into his husband's groin earning himself a shudder as hands tightened in his hair before pushing him tight, tight, tight against his crotch. Against the wet fabric. It had a huffing, shallow breath flying out of him sharply when he let his lashes flutter shut. Sucking firmly at his husband before lifting his mouth up to give another of those firm laps over his husband's clothed dick with a grind of his piercing to the fabric. Then he pulled back further despite the protesting whimper from his husband.
Gripping at the waistband, he tugged it down quickly towards his husband's thighs where they bunched up. Forcing him to tug with a grunt as he got them down to his spread knees. He lifted his hand up to wrap around the base of his twitching half-hard erection before tugging lightly to coax hips to arch forward again. He watched teeth dragging over that bottom lip only for the black-haired man's mouth to drop open slightly when he pressed his lips to the head. A cheeky kiss that smeared a drop welling on the slit.
There was another twitch of his half-hard erection in his grasp to which he gave a lazy stroke. It had his own thighs pressing together to ease that ache spreading down to his own groin in a tight grip. The twitch of his own erection was happily ignored when he lapped his tongue over the head only to have hands squeezing at his hair. A hard grip that yanked at his scalp sending sparks racing down his back that had his breath rasping out of him once again. Shallow breaths shuddering out of him when he leaned in.
Lapping his tongue over the head before grinding his piercing to it tearing a moan from his husband when he slid his hand along the lower half of it. Dipping his head down, he pressed an open-mouthed kiss beneath the ridge of the head where he gave a swirl of his tongue to the skin. Suckling lightly earned him another moan from his husband that ripped up into that keening pitch when he squeezed. Stroking quickly as he lifted his head from his place beneath it to move down to press another open-mouthed kiss.
Sucking gently at the spot when he gave a swirl of his tongue. Shallow, racing breaths were taken above him when he gave a firm squeeze to the base instinctively at the twitch of his husband's dick. Shivering as he caught the quiet whimpers and whines leaving his husband. Huffs of sound in the back of his throat as he moved from his spot to trace the tip of his tongue against a prominent vein. Grinding his piercing to it before kissing at the few wet spots he left behind on the skin of his hardening erection.
Moving down to kiss near the base when he slid his hand up towards the upper half where he curved his fingers over the head. Lazy, rolling strokes over it as he rubbed away droplets forming on the slit when he placed an open-mouthed kiss to the base. Fuck, it was hard to tell who could get off harder on it. Himself or Shouta. For everything about it was a downright pleasure. A rush. It was hard to remember the last time he got to be down on his knees. When he got to go down on his husband like this.
It was exciting. Exhilarating as he stroked Shouta with those lazy curves over the head before squeezing at him earning himself a groan. He'd never lied to his husband that he was thick. Filled out his hand the way his own never could. It was fucking drool worthy just to hold in his hand let alone place kisses over so frantically. Fingers twisted into his hair tightly as he placed another open-mouthed kiss at the base where he swirled his tongue to the skin. Giving a few of those gentle sucks before moving again.
His erection then gave gave a volley of twitches when he twitched at the wet drops soaking into his boxers. Shuddering when he got himself a low moan from Shouta when he squeezed his fingers around the head of his erection. Arching hips forward eagerly as that half-hard erection filled out in his grasp. Stiffening with each stroke, each open-mouthed kiss he gave to it. The heat from the rush of blood that had him digging his knees into the floor. The feeling of the skin stiffening in his grasp had him moaning out lowly.
Sliding his hand fast, fast, fast with those curving swipes over the dripping head where he got a shallow buck of his hips. Squirming when he tapped the pads of his fingers against the head playfully to create that slit little sound. Rubbing them over the slit to smear away the droplets as they welled to which his husband then whimpered down at him. Fingers yanked sharply at his hair sending another spark of heat down his back that tore a louder moan free from him. It had his back arching instinctively at the heat.
Shuddering when hands gave another fierce squeeze to his hair when he lifted his mouth away from his spot above the base. Kissing the wet spot left behind when he then giddily flattened his tongue against the base before licking his way up to the dripping head. Twitching when Shouta moaned down at him when he ground his piercing against the underside along his way up. Swirling his tongue against the head, he moved his right hand down from the absentminded place on his thigh to grab at the lube.
Feeling out for the cool tube, he lapped his tongue over the slit where he got the bitter taste as a drop of pre-come was smeared over his tongue. Giving a few more strokes along his husband he couldn't help but wonder what he looked like from that angle. That view. It had him breathless to think he looked no better than his husband in this position. No better then when Shouta was looking up at him with that blazing heat as he mouthed at his erection. It was easy to replace himself in that mental image of his.
He didn't need to hear it to know it. To know he looked like a slut. Just like his husband did in moments like these and it had him whining shrilly at the heat twisting under his skin. Opening his eyes again, a simple glance up had his blood boiling with that burning flash of heat under his skin. Leaving him breathless. Oh, the hunger in those dark eyes had him shivering with a hitching breath as he gave another stroke. Sweeping his hand from the base of his erection up to the head with a curve to it. Squeezing at him.
An action that had the black-haired man groaning down at him. Arching his hips forward with that silent request. The order given to him in that low, husky voice of his in the living room. Finding the cool tube by his knee, he scooped it up as he pressed a kiss to the head before he took a breath. And without a drop of that hesitation, he relaxed his jaw as he covered the dripping head before sliding fluidly down to the base. Seconds. Mere inches taken down as the heavy weight of his erection weighed his tongue down.
Filling his throat as it slid down it with a twitch that had him groaning as the wild, chaotic black curls tickled his cheeks and nose. Full. God, he felt so goddamn thick down his throat with the tiniest puffs being taken around it. Yet it was forgotten when hands clutched at his hair in a sharp pull with a cry flying out of his husband as he threw his head back. The pain burst over his scalp sent sparks down his back as he moaned up at him. Bucking his hips instinctively when he rubbed his thighs together in a fidget.
Squeezing together to soothe that ache when his erection twitched from the excitement bubbling in his chest. Grooving into him with its overwhelming intensity. Strangling him under the heat ripping in restless twists under his skin that had him breathless in its wake. Under the arousal, the lust, that he'd buried under more important tasks. For the sake of keeping their peace this week. The contentment. Something he'd been taking care of himself to keep the black-haired man from possibly worrying.
From feeling neglectful for he knew Shouta well enough to know it was a possibility. But now that he had that twitching erection down his throat clogging it up? The salty taste of his skin with the heavy weight on his tongue? The tickle of those wild black curls? God, he couldn't get enough of that heat twisting under his skin. Raking up beneath the surface of it as his heart sprinted against his chest when he clawed open the cap of the lube blindly. Popping it open to squeeze a dollop onto his fingers with a sharp exhale.
Then he swallowed around his husband rapidly tearing a moan out of the black-haired man. Hips ground forward against his mouth eagerly when he swallowed around that twitching erection again. God, he could happily go down on this man any time of the day. He could happily give up hours buried between thick thighs that always squeezed and rubbed against the sides of his head good. To have that pleasurable squeeze until thighs were shaking as his husband bucked up. Begged him for more even as he shook.
Groaning out, he sucked at the black-haired man with that spark of eagerness as he dropped the lube down near his thigh to spread that dollop over his fingers. The slick squelch had hands nails dragging over his scalp sending a spark of heat down his back at the pain of that drag. The way his hair was bunched in those hands kept a tight, consistent pull on it that tugged at his scalp. Kept it pulled taut with that sensitivity sparking but he fucking loves it when he groaned around him before pulling his head back.
Diving forward back to the base quickly in a shallow bob that had his husband squirming on his feet once again. Squirming himself at the moan up above him it earned him when he sucked at the black-haired man again. Rubbing his tongue up against the underside before he threw himself into bobbing his head in that familiar rhythm. Quick, confident slides as he sucked at the black-haired man giddily. Felt those hands clinging onto him as they pushed weakly in time with his bobbing with rasping, uneven pants hitching.
He couldn't stop that deafening moan from flying out of him when he felt another drag of those nails. Raking over his shrieking scalp to send a spark down his back that had his hips jerking. He spread his fingers out to make sure the lube was evenly spread over his fingers. Slipping slickly over them, he pulled his hands apart when a hand worked itself quickly out of his hair. He felt his husband's position above him shifting, forcing him to settle back on his heels when he could hear the quiet rustle of the comforter.
The puff as that hand planted onto the bed followed by the drag of nails over the comforter when Shouta braced himself forward. Leaning over him. It was such a quiet, insignificant sound that sent shivers down his back as he bobbed his head with that spark of eagerness. Uneven, racing pants being taken through his nose when he reached up and backwards to brush his fingers over a cheek lightly. He could feel that weak push and pull on his head; a hesitant action that he knew would turn into something more.
It just needed time. Soon enough he'd get what he wanted from his husband. The very thing that had his toes curling beneath him a that sharp twist of excitement as he pulled at that cheek to spread him open. Just enough to get his slick fingers up to rub against him earning himself a whine from the black-haired man. Cresting up with the firm rubs given to him when he swallowed before pulling his head back, back, back to suckle at the head. Prodding at the slit with drops of pre-come dripping onto his tongue.
Humming at the taste that had him lapping at the head eagerly. Diving back down had a strangled, keening moan flying out of his husband as that hand tightened in his hair with hips grinding against his mouth each time he flew down to the base. Rubbing his fingers slickly against the black-haired man, he shuddered at the twitch of that hole beneath them. Pressing firmly at him, he gave a few swirls of his fingers as his husband whimpered up above him. Tight circles against that twitching hole had hips arching back.
Squirming before jerking forwards when he flew down to the base. He couldn't get enough of that heat. Couldn't get enough of the salty, slightly bitter taste of pre-come dripping onto his tongue each time he pulled back. The taste of his skin with the weight of that erection keeping his tongue pinned down. Heavy on it when he ground his piercing against it. The odd sensation that he was choking each time he was deep throating this man were addicting. Always had been and always will be as far as he's concerned.
He could spend all night right here if he had the choice. God, when was the last time he had the chance to go down on his husband? It felt like years. Centuries since he'd been able to bury his nose in those wild black curls of his. Bobbing his head quickly, he couldn't help a moan when fingers yanked at his hair pulling him back with a sudden burst of strength before shoving him to the base. It had excitement twisting into him when he pulled his fingers up after giving another playful swirl against him.
Pressing the tip of his index against his husband. Pushing, pushing, pushing at that twitching hole eagerly when he felt hips angling back. Pressing against his finger with a hitch to those racing pants above him that choked into a whimper when he felt that familiar give that allowed his finger to sink into him. Slipping into the heat. God, it had only been a week and a handful of days, but it felt amazing. That tight, clenching heat clamping down tightly around his finger as he pressed the pad of it to that trembling inner wall.
Rolling soothing circles into it as he sucked fiercely at his husband; hollowing his cheeks giddily with hard swallows down near the base. Sliding up, he suckled in hard pulls at the dripping head before Shouta's hand was shoving him down. Slamming him down to the base where he buried his nose into those black curls. Humming fiercely when his own erection twitched prompting his thighs to squeezed together. A little longer. He could ignore it a little longer. The feeling of that wet patch from the shameless dripping.
It had him twitching when his hums cracked briefly into a throaty moan around that erection. Correcting it, he threw himself back into humming with each slide. Vibrations that had the man moaning encouragingly down at him with a twitch of hips when he moved his finger. Abandoning those soothing circles, he pulled it back then thrusted it forward with a squelch. Ohhhh, it had his focus faltering again when a keening moan ripped out of him that had his husband's own moans up above him increasing in volume.
Trembling. He pulled his finger back then thrusted it back into his husband who clawed at his scalp before gripping at his hair again. Bucking his hips forward then back with another of those deafening moans leaving him. Encouraging him onwards. Sliding up to the head, he suckled giddily with a swirl of his tongue when he moved his finger in a cautious, shallow thrusting speed. Light squelches ringing out as he ground his piercing to the slit of the head before diving back down with that slick slide over his tongue.
The feel of his husband slipping down his throat was a sensation he never wanted to go without. Something he could replay for hours upon hours. It had him humming around his husband as he worked to keep his bobbing head and finger in rhythm together. To keep them moving in unison to avoid any discomfort. While they'd not said anything explicitly about sex tonight, it had been toyed with. Used as a flirtatious bit between them throughout the day that had him all too eager to dive headfirst into his task.
To clear away as much as he could before he inevitably migrated to the living room after dinner at his husband and daughter's request. It hadn't been confirmed to happen, but he knew Shouta like the back of his hand. Knew that the black-haired man would have taken steps at some point earlier to be ready for the mere chance of this. And God if he wasn't happy for it. If it didn't have him boiling up to think that eagerness, that hope, was shared between them. On the same page about wanting the same thing.
He increased the speed of his humming when he dove down to the base only to get a jerk of those hips forward with a throaty moan leaving his husband. Fingers clutching painfully at his hair but fuck if it didn't have sparks rushing down his back. Had him squirming with his knees digging into the floor as his feet wriggled beneath him. Thrusting his finger into the black-haired man with that eagerness with light squelches ringing out quietly. Melting in with the mortifyingly loud slurps of his frantic swallows.
The rasping, ragged pants being taken through his nose mirroring the ones up above him. It had him burning, burning, burning. Hotter than anything as inner walls quivered before squeezing around his thrusting finger tightly. A hard squeeze that had him curling it instinctively to press into his inner wall. A firm press that had a moan bursting out of Shouta with hips jerking back. Ecstatic. He hummed around that twitching erection giddily when he suckled at his shaft with each upwards slide towards the head.
Sucking fervently at it, he felt his husband's hand pushing at him lightly with each swirling lick he gave to the head. Grinding his piercing into the slit had his husband jolting with a shout that absolutely rang with that unmistakable delight. Grinding his piercing against it once more, he flew down to the base in response to that shove at his head. Shuddering at that slide of his erection slipping down his throat once more, he hallowed out his cheeks with hard sucks that had hips grinding fiercely against his mouth.
Had another shout leaving the black-haired man above him when inner walls clenched around his finger. Shivers raced down his back as he thrusted his finger into his husband quickly with a moan flying out of the man above him as he tugged on the cheek in his grasp. It was far easier than one would think to keep himself in unison. To thrust his finger with every bob of his head; an easy rhythm to keep up once it was started. The breathless whines and whimpers above him kept him determined on his tasks.
Focused. Thrusting, thrusting, thrusting into that tight heat that seemed intent on strangling his finger. Bobbing his head along the black-haired man's erection as it twitched on his tongue before slipping down his throat. The hours he'd spend just like this. To fuck his husband with his fingers while he sucked him off? A dream. An absolute dream. And yet he knew it wouldn't last forever. Not tonight. Bringing his middle finger forward, he pulled on his husband's cheek again to spread him open wide, wide, wide.
It had muscles spasming in a twitch around his finger in a blatant twitch as he moaned around that twitching erection. Pushing the tip of his middle finger against his husband, he paused the thrusting of his index. Rubbing at that quivering inner wall, he wriggled his middle in a tight press against his index. Pushing at the black-haired man until he was successfully wriggling his finger in alongside his index. It had the black-haired man gasping as inner walls clamped tightly around his fingers with a choked groan leaving the man.
He rolled the pads of his fingers into his quivering inner wall. And he felt that hand in his hair yanking him up, up, up to the head of his erection before slamming him down to his pelvis. Moaning around his husband, he squeezed at the cheek in his hand when he pulled them back to thrust into him sharply. A squelch ringing out that had hips bucking backwards when that hand in his hair yanked him up then slammed him right back down. Up and down, up and down, up and down. Fast, fast, fast over his erection.
Gasping in his breaths through his nose when the cautious harder shoves finally gave way. That cautiousness no longer needed when Shouta threw himself into yanking and shoving him over his erection as the worry dissipated. Pulled up and down desperation that had him thrusting his fingers sharply into the black-haired man eagerly. Trying to mimic the rhythm of his husband's forceful shove and pull but it was hard, hard, hard. Hard to think around the haze of arousal that was clutching him tightly.
Had his thighs rubbing together restlessly. Bucking as his erection throbbed lightly for that friction. Pressure. For the stimulation he needed. He gave a fierce squeeze to the cheek in his grasp before dropping it from its place. Swallowing frantically to keep that pooling saliva from running down his chin had him squirming. Whining at the slurps of such frantic swallows merely had his husband moving him faster. Faster, faster, faster over his shaft with a dizzying rush as he sucked at the black-haired man.
Thrusting his fingers eagerly into that tight heat strangling them together when he felt hips swinging forward to thrust into his mouth. Hitting against him firmly. It had him moaning wildly around his husband when he brought that slick hand of his down to his groin. Pressing down against his throbbing erection, he flinched at the wet cling of his boxers, but he could forsake that sensation. Ignore it in favor of kneading at himself in time with the rest of his actions. A feat that he'd done one too many times in the past.
Familiar to him. Huffing through his nose, he felt a thin wet trail crawling down his chin as he swallowed quickly but God it was hard. Hard, hard, hard when he spread his fingers out to push at those quivering inner walls. Ohhh, it had his husband slamming forward against his mouth before grinding viciously before pulling back in time with his hand. Swinging his hips forward as that hand shoved him down to the base in another sharp thrust into his mouth. An impact against it that had him moaning enthusiastically.
A keening sound muffled around his erection when he then spread his fingers out again. Again, again, again. A rapid back-to-back spread at those trembling inner walls that seemed intent on strangling his fingers together again when he pushed out fiercely. Forcing those muscles to relax for the next round they'd be diving into after their foreplay. Spreading his fingers as he forsakes the thrusts in favor of that counter rhythm of theirs. Spreading, spreading, spreading his fingers before thrusting them sharply with a squelch.
It had his husband moaning shamelessly up above him with that hand forcing him fast, fast, fast over his erection. Rather than move his head with that blinding speed as hips struck his mouth, he focused on sucking. Lapping his tongue over the head and the underside of his erection. Suckling at him before hollowing his cheeks at the base. Gulping around him with hard swallows that had the man writhing above him with frantic snaps of his hips. Grinding when he could as black curls tickled his nose and cheeks.
God, he could suffocate now and be fucking happy about it. Delight in each slide of that thick erection down his throat with a giddiness he welcomed happily. Let his husband suffocate him against his pelvis as he spread his fingers out. Eager, eager, eager. Gasping through his nose when his husband cried out when he hummed around him fiercely. Hard. Vibrations that had hips coming forward in their frenzied speed while that hand in his hair shoved and pulled with that matching speed. He abandoned his kneading.
Squeezing at himself firmly tearing a moan out of himself before he flattened his fingers to rub. Pressing down hard against himself, he rubbed at his twitching erection eagerly with huffing breaths rasping in and out of his nose. Gasping in what he possibly could to keep from growing even slightly close to dizzy. Focusing on breathing as his husband moved his head for him. Focusing on his hands. Sucking. Swallowing. Smaller tasks while balancing his hands movements out to keep it even for them both.
His hips bucked against his hand in jiggling thrusts as he dug his knees into the floor with the black-haired man slamming forward against his mouth when he gave a sharp thrust of his fingers. Once, twice, snapping thrusts into his husband before spreading his fingers out when he got a hoarse shout from Shouta. Fingers tightened in a pull on his hair that had pain blistering over his stinging scalp. Sparks of heat racing down his back when Shouta swung his hips forward against his mouth in time with his hand.
The yanks and pulls that had him burning, burning, burning. Boiling in his own skin. Harder, harder, harder he hit against his pelvis that had the tip of his nose aching, but God knows he didn't care. Couldn't. Not when he was focused on spreading his fingers against inner walls. The pleasure that had his toes curling with each firm rub of his hand against his twitching erection with his hips arching up against it. Thrusting shallowly against his palm when his husband grunting down at him with a shudder.
"Fu- Fuck, Zashi! I- Mm! Yes! Yes, yes! You fe-feel so gooood 'round me! Hot! Wet! It's- Nnghnn! God! Suck ha- Like that! Li-Like that, that, that! Ah, ah! Nnn, yes! Yo-You fuckin' like it? Sw-Swallowin' it? Choking on it? Hnnn! Yo-You have no fuckin' clue how pretty yo lo-look with my cock in your mouth! You- Fuck, yes! Suck m-mmmy fucking cock, Zashi! Mmmn! Shit! Wa-Wanna drink my cu-cum that bad? Ah, ah! Fu-Fuck me! You al-always call me a co-cockslut but that's no-not how it lo-looks now, is it, love?"
God, fuck him. He moaned around that twitching erection when he caught the sound of nails dragging over the blanket when his husband whimpered down at him. Snapping thrusts against his mouth had set him ablaze. Hotter, hotter, hotter than anything. He spread his fingers out once more before thrusting his fingers into Shouta with careless rubs over his inner walls when he brought his slick ring finger up. Oh, he knew Shouta was going to go nuts. Feral on him. Knew it, knew it, knew it and he wanted too.
It had his blood boiling with that razing heat twisting under his skin as he rubbed at himself with knees threatening to slide over the floor. To spread himself wide, wide, wide when he pressed his fingers down firmly against the twitching bulge of his erection. The sound of his hand dragging over the fabric was unbearably loud like the whines and whimpers that muffled themselves. Shrill with each slam to his husband's pelvis. Wiggling that third finger between his husband's cheeks, he got a guttural gasp above him.
He brought it close, close, close to his twitching hole. Squeezing tight around his thrusting fingers, he rubbed the tip of his ring finger against the spread rim around his fingers. Teasing. A slick rub as he paused those thrusts to wiggle his finger against his husband with an insistent pressure. Pushing at him teasingly before he spread his fingers out against those spasming inner walls. Squeezing his finger in along those first two was made easier with the spread was far, far easier as it slipped in slickly.
Rubbing against his inner wall when he slit it in, he hummed when he brought his fingers together allowing those spasming muscles to clench around his fingers. Shuddering at the gasp up above him from his husband that quickly tore out of him on a rasping wail. He shuddered with a groan around the black-haired man when hips stuttered in their thrusts as he was slammed down. Held tightly to his pelvis as he huffed through his nose through that weakly spinning sensation to his head. The burning itch to his lungs.
Hot, hot, hot. He was so fucking hot to hear that growling, husky voice above him with fingers twisting into his hair tightly. His glasses slipped down his nose slickly from the clammy sweat forming. Had thin wisps of hair clinging to his cheeks and throat annoyingly but he could ignore it. Deal with it. He gulped around his husband in hard swallows as hips ground forward viciously against his mouth. Huffing against his husband's pelvis, he felt fingers tightening in his hair once more in that painful grip.
So good, good, good! It had him shuddering when he began to cautiously roll circles into those quivering inner walls delightedly. Giddily. Pressing the pads of his fingers firmly to that softness, he could feel a dribble of saliva rolling down the left side of his mouth. Fuck, fuck! He didn't want to let himself fall apart into a mess yet, but God knows it was hard to keep track of the saliva that seemed never ending. Seemed to pool the second he swallowed but he knew it would merely be another shot of heat.
Another cup of gasoline to the raging heat between them to inspire them onwards tonight. He slid his tongue then in a shallow wiggle to rub against the underside of his husband's erection while he rubbed at his inner wall. Loving the tremble before they were contracting tight, tight, tight around his fingers. Fuck, he should incorporate three fingers more often. He could only imagine his husband's reaction if he worked up to four. Five. If he slipped his fist into him again the way Shouta said he wanted him to on Tuesday night.
It had him moaning around his husband as trails of drool dripped idly down his chin as hips ground against his mouth before he pulled his head back up. Moving towards the head where he suckled fiercely at it. Swirling his tongue against it before targeting beneath the ridge of it with the tip of his tongue when his husband let out a keening moan. It sent shivers down his back when he ground his piercing into the leaking slit. Licking away the drops of pre-come with that eagerness as the taste spread over his tongue.
Inspiring him to suckle fiercely at the head before the hand in his hair shoved him down towards his pelvis again much to his delight. Giddy off of it. He fucking loves it when his husband treats him roughly from time to time. That they both knew how much the other could take during sex. When he remembered that he also had that control to take charge in the bedroom whenever he wanted even if he bottomed. It wouldn't be sex if he was the only one with control. If his word was final say on what they did.
It wouldn't be fun as it was. And having his husband's hand in his hair slamming him up and down his twitching erection with inner walls spasming around his fingers is what he wanted? Then goddammit, he'd take it. Take every little bit his husband was giving him before he couldn't take it anymore. When he threw in the towel as he slammed the black-haired man onto their bed. When he was angling Shouta's hips up and back towards him after working the condom onto his erection with his clumsy fingers.
Until he was fucking him into the bed the way he had told him too in the living room to get them that second orgasm. Angling his hips up after working that condom on and fucking him into the bed the way he said he wanted too in the living room. The want to be fucked up against the wall, the floor and in the shower were all something he couldn't wait to indulge in again. When he could fuck his husband as many times as he pleased in a night without the man worrying about a possible flare up in his sensitive piercings.
Soon, soon, soon. He'd be fucking this man every damn day of the week once he was fine without a flareup. When their schedule for once a week was thrown away. He pulled his fingers back before thrusting them in shallowly tearing bursting moan from his husband as hips bucked backwards before slamming forward to meet a shove down. God, he was euphoric. Drowning in the bliss of it that weaved tightly into the heat of his lust. The pleasure with each firm rubs against himself while he jiggled up.
Thrusting shallowly, eagerly against his hand as he rubbed fast, fast, fast at himself with the hard press of his fingers down to get his erection twitching. Throbbing under his palm and fingers. Burning hot, hot, hot with each slide of that erection sliding down his throat following each slam of the head against the back of it. His aching nose each time it was buried into those wild black curls. Pinned to his husband's pelvis as hips ground against his mouth. It was fucking good. God, "good" was too weak of a word.
Not enough. He huffed wildly with keening whimpers and whines tearing out of him around the black-haired man's erection when fingers clutched at his hair in another pull. It had a snapping growl flying out of him at the oversensitivity yet the whimper above him had his stomach flipping when he opened heavy eyelids. Lashes fluttered as they struggled to stay open against the threat of that eyeroll. Looking up to his husband sent a bolt of heat down his back when he pressed down harder against his twitching erection.
Whimpering shrilly up at the sight above him. Black locks slithered over his shoulders in that half bent position to brace his other hand to the bed behind him. Lashes fluttered with the effort of staying up as those dark eyes blazed down at him with a hunger that had him shuddering with a buck of his hips. The blush smothered itself over his cheeks spread down to his collar bones and burned a brilliant scarlet in the tips of his ears. His brows squeezed together tightly with twitches of the muscles as his forehead glistened.
Full lips parted as his mouth hunger open ever so slightly with those rasping pants. A thin sheen of sweat that had thin locks of hair clinging to his forehead and cheeks as his chest heaved. Shouta was absolutely fucking stunning up above him in an angle like that. He met that burning gaze with a moan around his erection that gave him the pleasure of watching that struggle. How lashes fluttered viciously with eyes nearly rolling back on him before focusing down at him again. The squint to them with that effort.
Oh, it was hot, hot, hot. Gasping through his nose, he tried to focus on the view when he was being yanked up and down, up and down, up and down again with hips snapping forward. He hollowed out his cheeks then with hard, fervent sucks at his husband with an upwards rub of his tongue against the underside. Grinding his piercing into what he hoped was that vein he'd traced with the tip of his tongue earlier. Even if it wasn't there was no loss and no win. It didn't matter where because it worked in his favor.
Had Shouta breaking that eye contact first when he shuddered at the sight of those dark eyes rolling back with lashes fluttering down onto flushed cheeks. The deafening moan that left his husband had his stomach flipping. Dropping airily with such intensity to it that it had him absolutely breathless in its wake. Ohhh, it had his erection throbbing with a twitch beneath his hand as he hollowed out his cheeks again. Sucking at his husband when he decided to step it up as he thrusted his fingers slowly.
An easy back and forth when he was shoved up towards the head where he swirled his tongue against the dripping thing to smear the drops of pre-come before he was shoved down. Taking a deep breath, he activated his quirk to kick to life that buzz. And oh, it had his husband howling as hips ground hard, tight circles against his mouth. Fingers ripping at his hair to yank him up and down as he thrusted his fingers into the black-haired man. Sliding the pads of his fingers carelessly when he curled his fingers inwards.
He was losing himself with the cacophony of sound around him. The buzzing of his quirk around his husband's erection. The ragged, uneven pants taken up above him as he was yanked up and down, up and down, up and down. The rustle of his hand rubbing over his erection frantically with that hard pressure to get his hips thrusting up desperately. Urgently. The slick squelches of his thrusting fingers into Shouta when that howl choked off. God, all of it had him burning up. Had him dripping shamelessly.
Soaking into the wet patch of his boxers he knew had to soak through any second. There's no way it couldn't. He was more than content to focus on keeping his quirk going as he buzzed around his husband at that idle level that had hips snapping forward against his mouth. He shuddered at the shameless moaning and groaning up above him. The whimpering and whining breaking up those racing pants. He didn't care if he was used as he had said; nothing more than a servant serving his master.
Offering himself up to a God he was desperate to devote himself too. A tool used to get him off and nothing more. Giving himself up had him hotter than anything for all the same, no matter the comparison, it came down to the same thing. Boiled down to it. Trails of drool ran down his chin as he buzzed around his husband eagerly when he felt that erratic throbbing against his tongue. Just like his own throbbing erection beneath his hand. It was everything. God, he was happy s Shouta happened to be on the same page as him tonight.
He thrusted his fingers into his husband with a budding confidence as inner walls clenched around all three tightly. Strangling them together as he thrusted them into his husband shallowly with those firm rubs against his inner walls. Curling his fingers into them when he had his husband jolting up above him with another choked howl flying out of him. The hand in his hair jerking his head up and down with hips snapping desperately against his mouth as he felt a surprising sting to his eyes at a particularly hard thrust.
Hitting ruthlessly at the back of his throat. He was going to be hoarse by tomorrow but he didn't fucking care. He didn't care if his throat was wrecked for the next three days from the brutal fucking it was receiving. Didn't care if it left him unable to properly talk without needing teas or numbing sprays. If his lips were swollen after this or his jaw ached. It felt fucking amazing. It had his toes curling tightly with squirms of his feet as he buzzed around that throbbing erection. Delighting in the airy gasps it got him.
He thrusted his fingers into his husband that had the man jolting. Jerking with knees threatening to buckle when a rasping gasp was taken above him when he rolled his fingers into the spot. Rubbing his fingers into the small protruding spot in an up and down stroke that had legs shaking when a hoarse cry left his husband. The sound of the blankets being pulled at had his stomach dropping when he giddily rubbed firmly at the black-haired man's prostate. Up and down, up and down, up and down.
He moved his fingers in unison with the jerking of his head as hips snapped against his mouth. He could feel sweat gathering on his forehead in a pricking sheen much like his chest. His back. Itching, itching, itching but he couldn't give it the time of day when he couldn't breathe. Had to focus, focus, focus on buzzing around that throbbing erection weighing his tongue down. Hitting against the back of his throat before sliding down it to fill it up with a thickness that had drool pooling beneath his tongue.
Rolling down his chin to drip off as his brows squeezed together. The odd sting to his eyes the longer he went without inhaling. The longer he kept up his buzzing around his husband. That throbbing of his own erection as he thrusted up shamelessly against his hand that moved faster, faster, faster. Pressing down against himself as his knees finally slid to widen slightly. Giving him the space to thrust up against his rubbing hand when he curled his hand in to squeeze at himself briefly. It was a reflexive action.
To tense himself against moaning out loud as it would break up his buzzing. Ruin it. And yet in his attempt to keep himself from moaning, that effort was put into the buzzing itself. Reinforcing it in a sudden burst that had his husband jerking in a squirm above him with shaking knees threatening to buck from what he could feel but God if that forward lean wasn't changed. The hand in his hair pulled out when the back of his head was pressed to the edge of the bed with hips slamming against his mouth.
He held himself still when a howl of his name left the black-haired man. Then again. And again, again, again it dripped out of his husband in that husky pitch. Cried, shouted, wailed like a prayer, curse, and statement. Like he was the God. Like he was a king that needed such devotion. Like he was the one pinned to the bed as he slammed into Shouta's mouth. It had him upping the intensity of his buzzing when he rolled tight circles into his prostate viciously. Ruthlessly. Shouta was close. He could feel it.
Felt it in that erratic throbbing was building up, up, up against his tongue. Just like his own. He rolled tight, tight circles into his husband's prostate as he buzzed around him with the drag of his hand over his pants ringing out. The gasping moans, groans, whines and whimpers above him acting as shots of heat. The hit of hips against his mouth had him wishing for more, more, more hands. To touch. To squeeze. To hold his husband as he thrusted into his mouth and filled up his throat the way he was.
Left him aching for more, more, more when he heard nails dragging over the comforter above him. So close, so close, so close. He was right there. If he could breathe, if he could pant, he knew they'd be rasping. Hitching huffs that left him faster than he could inhale them. Fuck him, he couldn't get enough. Couldn't get enough of that bitter taste of pre-come on his tongue. The salty taste of his skin. The heat of his erection when the head hit against the back of his throat prompting him to swallow when he slid down it.
He still remembered the one time he tried to joke with his husband to make him feel better during a moment of insecurity over his size. His inches. He couldn't remember what it was he had said but it had landed somewhere between him having a "nice cock" or a "fat cock anyone would go nuts over" that resulted in his husband decking him in the arm. Shouting at him over such casualness when his face flushed that brilliant red. It had been so long ago, but he was fucking right. He was right, right, right!
His husband had a dick he absolutely went nuts over. He was damn euphoric each time his erection slid down his throat. Over his tongue. Hit against the back of his throat. It left him wanting more, more, more from Shouta even if he felt like a mess with that shameless drooling of his. He was so close he couldn't think to be self-conscious. Giving those tight circles into his husband's prostate once again turned into rubs. Grinding his fingers into the spot when he decided to throw one more attempt into the ring.
One more thing to tip him over if he couldn't use his words. And he cut off his buzzing to finally give himself a deep breath to soothe his aching lungs that had begun to itch. Screaming for a breath. He sucked in one, two, eager breaths before inhaling a third time where he used his maximum strength of his buzzing while hollowing out his cheeks. Grinding his fingers viciously into his prostate. And it worked. Oh, it worked like a damn charm when his husband wailed his name again, again, again in that husky pitch.
Had his hips slammed forward as his erection twitched and throbbed over his tongue when hips ground viciously against his mouth. And he felt those hot spurts rushing down his throat which he breathlessly gulped down. Swallowing, swallowing, swallowing when he jerked his own hips up with a choked sound leaving him. Thrusting desperately against his rubbing hand, his thighs trembled as they tensed with knees digging into the floor. His stomach flexing as his hips jumped up desperately against his hand.
Swallowing down a cry in time with another spurt that kept coming, coming, coming. Choking it down when he stiffened as his lashes fluttered on his feverish cheeks at the delicate pluck of his orgasm. Such an insignificant sensation that brought with it that tingling rush up his trembling thighs. The white-hot waves slamming into him as his husband's erection throbbed against his tongue. Damn near pulsing with each spurt that left him. He couldn't breathe under those white-hot waves that ripped into him.
Tore him apart from the inside out with each thrust of his hips when he shuddered at the sensation. The spurts soaking into his boxers leaving them far wetter than the shameless drips of pre-come. Soaking beneath his rubbing hand when he paused it to squeeze tightly at himself. Shaking under the force of it when he felt a weak dribble down his throat he swallowed down eagerly. Stiff. Shaking. Drowning under the waves with each throb of his erection beneath his hand. The spurts soaking through the fabric.
Hot. It sent shivers up his back when he suckled absentmindedly at his husband's twitching erection. Shaking, shaking, shaking under the force of that heat. Suspended in a white-hot state that seemed intent on driving him insane before he could feel the relief. The gratification of it. And then, then, then it was rushing away. Surging out of him leaving him slumping with a shuddering breath bringing with it a weak moan around his husband. A rasping sigh left the black-haired man above him when he opened his eyes lazily.
Staring blankly at his husband's pelvis with a whine. The chaotic, black pubic hairs brushing at his nose and cheeks when he felt hips pulling backwards slowly. He suckled gently at his husband with weak laps at the underside the further back his husband pulled. Pausing as he pulled his fingers out of him with a slick squelch while he swirled his tongue against the head of his erection. Lapping at him with a shudder at the musky, faintly sweet taste of his come spreading over his tongue as he sucked delicately.
Swirling his tongue before his husband was pulling out with a subtle pop to step backwards. Dropping down before him onto his knees when hands planted onto his thighs with the black-haired man flying forward. Lips crushed themselves to his own without a moment of hesitation as they slid against his. He happily reached out to rest his hands on his husband's waist to tug him closer without pulling him onto his soaked lap. Without subjecting him to that odd sensation. He knew it wouldn't be pleasant.
He moved his lips eagerly with Shouta's with sharp smacks ringing out from the dampness clinging onto lips which he didn't mind. Didn't mind one bit as those full lips slid against his in kisses so passionate it robbed him of breath. With such lustful hunger it had heat ripping under his skin with a renewed flame. A reaction that had his softening erection twitching with interest. A desire to get his stomach knotting up on him when he kneaded at his husband's waist in firm squeezes that had him squirming.
His jaw ached faintly but it wasn't anything that couldn't be resolved with limited talking. His voice on the other hand might be shot due to the rough treatment of his throat but he didn't care. He had a day to recuperate, and he'd use it. His scalp, on the other hand, was going to be tender from those ripping yanks from his husband's hands but that would clear up in a day or so. Ragged pants fanned onto hot cheeks when the kiss broke with a sharp smack yet as he gasped in a breath Shouta moved down.
Shivering then at the touch of his tongue to his chin before it was flattening to lap up towards the corner of his mouth. A disgusting action his husband would refuse any other time, he knew that, but it wasn't thought of when lips were then peppering over his hot face. Pecking kisses that he was helpless to return to his husband. Pecks that rang out with light smacks when Shouta targeted the smatterings of freckles on his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. Moving up to his forehead when hands lifted from his thighs.
Coming up to instead cup his uncomfortably hot face. Thumbs sliding over his cheek bones in a caress as he slid his hands over his waist. A giggle bursting out of him hoarsely when he peppered his lips over his husband's cheek. Following the shape of that scar lining his right eye when he lifted his right hand from his waist. Raising it up to cup that feverish cheek with a sweep of his thumb over his cheekbone when he pulled back just enough to nuzzle his nose to Shouta's. Earning himself a breathless snicker from the black-haired man.
Giggling hoarsely again when he felt that nuzzle being returned before he pulled back to peck the tip of it. The tenderness of those lips when they came back down on his own had him wheezing out a breath through his nose as he rolled circles into his husband's cheek bone. Wrapping his arm around his waist, he tugged at him with a shift to get him tucked into his side. But Shouta refused to move that way with a stiffening against his pull. Choosing to instead lean forward to press tightly against him.
Thumbs sliding along his cheeks had him fighting that urge to giggle once more as he slid his lips with Shouta's. Returning that sweetness, that adoration and admiration back to his husband. The love to it that left him absolutely breathless as he heaved his breaths through his nose. And when his husband broke away with another smack of their lips, he chased after those full ones only to receive a frenzy of pecks. Palms pressing to his cheeks gently when he squeezed the black-haired man close to his chest.
Shuddering, ragged pants fanning over his lips. Tingling. He was thrumming like a damn livewire with Shouta so close. With that cooling wet patch but he knew it was temporary. Something he'd be forgetting about momentarily when hands slid over his cheeks in a gentle rub to tangle into his hair. He felt his own rasping pants hitching in his throat much like the pants fanning over his lips. Buzzing. Fuck, he couldn't get enough of this man. He wanted more, more, more of what his husband would demand of him.
"Now, I wa-want you to fuck me, you he-hear me? You're go-going to fuck me all over this da-damn room of ours! And yo-you're not allowed to stop making me cu-cum until you thi-think I've made up for the pa-past week! Yo-You aren't allowed to stop until I say so! I'm gonna ma-make you feel good all fu-fffucking night if I have too! Gi-Give me your cock until 'm si-sick of it! Yo-You're going to drink ev-every fucking drop of cum un-until you're sick from the taste! I'm go-going drive you insane! Got it?"
"Yes, sir!"
