Fifty Darker Shades of EraserMic

by CrypticBeans

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

25. Leather Bound

It was no secret that Shouta loved to tease Hizashi. No secret that there was a delight in acting "bratty" or smug around the blonde who would take it with a grain of salt. A bitter pill that he swallowed down. And God knows it felt like he was playing with fire each time he decided to pick up that cat and mouse game. Dancing as he toed the line of a boundary his husband held that was insignificant. A simplistic line drawn in the sand that he toed precariously until his husband was giving him those quiet looks.

Warning him. He found an excitement to it all that made the quiet game between them all the more thrilling. While the blonde was obnoxiously loud, a social butterfly, and extremely extroverted, he knew there was more to it. There was a quiet patience in the blonde. It was one of the more surprising things he'd found out early in their relationship. For as loud as the blonde was, the man was incredibly patient. Where others would have thrown in the towel, the blonde believed in patient perseverance that would win out in the end.

For all the frantic energy his husband possessed, his patience was quite admirable. He'd truly expected the blonde to give up on him with how reserved he'd been in their high school years and how long it had taken to so much as put his arm around him. To act as normal couples would had been painful to work up too until an inch was given leaving him comfortable. Content in sliding his hand into Hizashi's on school campus before leaving. The blonde knew how to keep his head in stressful situations.

Doing so with such confidence it left him envious. However, for all the patience in the world, Hizashi was like everyone else. He had his triggers. He had his boundaries, his unacceptable and acceptable points that he knew how to avoid. How to trigger. And there were times when the blonde would accuse him of being "bratty" when he was poking fun at his husband. There were buttons that anyone, himself or Hizashi, had within themselves. An order to be pressed metaphorically that worked with and against intention.

He'd spent one too many days of his life poking fun at the blonde. In teasing him the way he would be teased. In mashing those metaphorical buttons in his husband until the blonde was twisted up. Irritated with him. When he was darting away with those green eyes narrowing on him with a flicker of what he knew would be a thunderous expression. Many times, in their youth he had delighted in teasing Hizashi until his cheeks were flushing. Moments where he would get those giggles from the blonde.

When his husband would turn with his head ducking down. When he was whining at him with that playful tone for him to stop. The delight he caught sparkling in his gaze when he would pull away from a playful nuzzle. When he'd dance his fingers up and down his sides to get the blonde shrieking with his laughter. To poke fun at the blonde until his cheeks were flushing with that blush that never failed to get his heart jumping. His stomach fluttering at the sight of such utter delight being aimed his way.

When he managed to get those giggles out of his husband. Teasing him in that good way that always earned him the sweeter reactions he adored. But nothing beat taunting his husband with the brimming confidence of his. A playful smirk or a look aimed at the blonde that would earn him that warning look from the blonde as eyes narrowed slightly at him. Scowling at him. There was a delight in teasing him when he was running his fingers through his hair. Toweling himself off only to glance over his shoulder.

To find Hizashi staring at him with that intensity that always sent a shiver up his back. Lips pursing when he would take it up a notch in their nighttime routine when the blonde was sitting by the small vanity of his tucked in the corner of the room by the window. Rubbing lotion into his skin, he'd happily delight in using that confidence of his to march out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist. Lounge over the bed in his boxers, phone in hand, while the blonde tried to remain subtle in watching.

Gawking when he would stretch out. Arching his back, threading his fingers into his damp locks, as he sprawled out. There was a heat he'd catch when he'd play off that light trace over the waistband of his boxers for a scratch of his stomach. Always starting off subtly before ramping it up. Stepping past the flirtatious hair movements for the more obvious once. Hands sliding over his waist as he pressed into his back. Speaking lowly, purposefully, close to his husband's sensitive ears before walking off.

Rolling his hips in his lap under the pretense of getting comfortable. Curling up against his side as he trailed his fingers along his husband's thigh up, up, up until he got a quiet hitch of his breaths. Only to would he then delight in keeping his hands to himself. Cheeky winks and wide smirks aimed at the blonde when he'd meet that gaze without a drop of hesitation. Teasing, teasing, teasing until he was being cornered by the man with that scathing look on his face. Confronted by that dwindling patience.

Oh, there was always a fire to Hizashi's gaze when his patience was wearing thin from his teasing taunts. A tight purse to his lips as his nostrils flared and brows came together to create the wrinkles between them. The tiny wrinkles along the bridge of his nose as it scrunched slightly with that thunderous look. The tight clench to his jaw as those growled words snapped at him through clenched teeth. It was fucking exciting to get the blonde so worked up like that. To see the loud, patient man dwindling by a thread.

To watch as the blonde tried to cling onto his patience with each confrontation giving him an out, he was all too aware of. An out that he enjoyed denying. A catty back and forth between them that was answered with the old call and responses he was familiar with. One that allowed him to see the blazing heat when his husband was catching onto his intentions when he was preening before the man in twists on his toes. When he was scratching at his head allowing his hair to sway and bounce in what he'd hoped had its effect.

A perfect rendition of how Hizashi did it. The coy, teasing glances when he was turning away. Pulling from the blonde's grasp with that playfully worded tease long after the moment was over. Denying while Hizashi playfully insisted with that God awful acting from both of them. And fuck, he loved the moments with his husband during his teasing where that frustration outweighed the playfulness. When he was being slammed down onto the closest surface to them with the blonde growling at him through clenched teeth.

When hands were holding him so tight, tight, tight it had his bones aching from the hard squeeze of his husband's hands. When he could see the tendons flexing beneath the backs of his hands and forearms as hips struck at him with hard thrusts that had him howling. Wailing, squirming, twisting beneath Hizashi with that familiar delight as hips pounded at him with the intent of knocking his air out of him. Robbing him of breath with the strong thrusts that always had him begging for more, more, more.

When his teasing was returned to him tenfold by Hizashi. A ruthless payback that always had him eager for the chance to "act up" as the blonde put it. Teasing was a game that he loved indulging in with his husband who, after those moments of frustration, seemed to delight in. Welcomed with open arms when it led them to many doors of possibilities. It was a two way street between them. A delightful one where the blonde would often take up the task of starting their teasing back and forth rather than himself.

Where his teasing started off with the sways of that long blonde hair or the arches of his back that showed off the glittering jewelry running through his nipples. When he was taking his time sweeping his hands along those long legs of his or across his chest and stomach. When he was holding his bottle of lotion out with a widening of those eyes as he asked him to lotion his back. The lingerie he had in his drawer that always fluttered and danced against softly freckled thighs that became obvious in the summer months.

When he was tanning up softly enough to emphasize those soft smatterings of freckles on his body. His shoulders. There was something so exciting about Hizashi's form of teasing. In the casual manner in which he'd merely show off the latest piece of lingerie he'd bought. Or when he'd lounge over the bed with that airy fabric sliding down to reveal his thighs. The thin fabric of his panties doing not a damn thing to hide anything. The lace that always drew is gaze towards the blonde when he was putting it on display.

The blonde knew how to tease him good when the initiative was taken by Hizashi. And he loved it. Loved to have that ruthless teasing returned to him when the blonde was tucked in his lap. The delighted smirk he got when Hizashi was rolling his hips down in his lap or when teeth were nipping at him playfully. Biting at his earlobe with fingers tracing his tattooed hip as he was tugged close. The blonde knew how to tease in a methodical manner. Calculated. Unlike his own reckless teasing meant to irritate.

To frustrate Hizashi until he was getting what he wanted from the blonde. Hizashi's to tempt him into looking until he was pleading to touch. To have him. And in the three days after the "service" choice of Hizashi's, he'd been tempted to tease. To give the blonde that ruthless teasing until his was earning himself the delight of watching the blonde's face flushing. When he was getting those low growls with the help of his husband's quirk low in his ear. When he'd have hands on his waist twisting him closer.

Holding him tightly before they swept up his back. When he'd get to twist those silky soft blonde locks around his fingers to tug Hizashi closer to himself in response. He'd been unbearably tempted to tease his husband. And yet he had a much better idea in mind when it came to that ruthless cat and mouse game of teasing together. An idea that came to him when he'd been happily hugging the blonde's shoulders. Nuzzling at the giggling blonde as he glanced over his shoulder when Hizashi crossed off their list.

The angle allowed him to glance over their remaining options. Their remaining ideas left. There had been one singular option that piqued his interest more than the others. Leather. It was an option he found himself curious about when the blonde was tucking their list away once more before turning into his arms. It had given him time to think. To reflect. Leather kinks, from what he had read online, were a very real thing. A thing that, if he was truly honest with himself, was definitely a box of his waiting to be checked off.

Acknowledged. Just like with the exhibitionism, it was a blatant fact sitting right in front of him that he'd failed to see. While he had never personally worn leather before he'd never thought twice about liking it. Having a thing for it given that his husband was always dressed to the nines in leather when it came to his hearo costume. Wore his leather pants with his spiked boots during their BDSM scenes together he'd never processed it. Never considered it when he was consistently surrounded by the sight of Hizashi in leather.

It was a common occurrence for him to find a piece of leather clothing in their closet. Something long since forgotten by Hizashi that was then given away. However, laying there that morning after the "service" the blonde wanted to perform, he'd been lost in his own head. Awed as he went over the possibilities behind it with the blonde curled into his chest. To be so desensitized to the sight of leather he didn't recognize it? He had not a clue how it worked but until last year he had never consider himself to be an exhibitionist.

Hizashi to be a voyeur. It was a possibility he wanted to find out about. A possibility he wanted to chase down with the hopes of finding answers he knew was sitting in front of him. Blatantly obvious. And yet it had him scrutinizing his husband when they had gotten ready Monday morning. Watching the blonde wiggling into his leather pants when he'd turned to him with that confused smile. Questioning him to which he'd been forced to look away with a half-mumbled excuse. He never denied to himself that he liked it.

How much he liked it when the blonde was wrapped head to toe in it. That he liked how it hugged the blonde's long legs and gave definition to that flat ass of his no matter how little or how subtle. It was merely something he associated with those emphasizes on the blonde, yet he knew there was a simplistic answer for finding out if he did have a kink as that. Experiment. Look it up. And so, he did. God, it was a hole he didn't imagine himself jumping headfirst down on a Monday night in his dorm room.

Didn't imagine it but fuck if it wasn't a fascinating one. Leather kinks, from what he discovered, were a standalone kink yet there was an entire community towards it. Much like the LGBTQ community, this one also had its own flag as a culture in the LGBTQ community. It is, naturally, an attraction that involves leather being used in sexual situations. A fascination with leather coats, pants, boots, or heels. It was a kink best categorized as an unconventional sexual taste or behavior involving a particular object or material.

This was the driving force behind most kinks involving it but particularly with leather. This interest, this kink, even had a community of its own. From what he had seen, leather was used primarily in the BDSM community but not always. A leather kink didn't mean it had to directly connect to BDSM in any way. It had him absolutely fascinated by what he had found online. Had him far more interested than he had any right to be and it was only after his pills had him woozy did, he give up on that rabbit hole for the time being.

He didn't need every article on the page to be clicked on for him to consider he had it. That he did have the interest or the "unconventional" leather kink. It was hardly something that got him riled up easily, but he could say that it certainly helped. If anything, from what Hizashi had told him, the blonde more than likely shared that kink. Another shared interest between the ever growing list that he kept a tally of. It was riveting. Fascinating. He held his tongue on Tuesday when his husband was rushing across the parking lot.

Coffee in hand held out, he allowed himself to look over his husband. To look hard at the blonde as their new routine for Tuesdays had taken place. His husband, of course, had once again given him that confused smile before questioning if there was something wrong to which he waved it off. Refused to acknowledge the whined questions on if something was on him to which he merely sped his steps up to get the blonde chasing after him. He wanted to go to a direct source who, from what he knew, may or may help.

Someone who may or may not have an opinion on the topic of a leather kink. And while it had him mortified, had him pinching his lips together with a tight jaw, he'd made the choice after retiring to the dorms to do it. God, he wished he could say he hated the sparkle to Nemuri's eyes when he choked out his question about it. The delight in her smile as lips curled upwards with sparkling eyes widening at him ever so slightly. The dark haired woman had all but ripped his arm off at the shoulder for him to follow her.

Skipping up onto her toes with that blatant excitement had his face burning when he'd been yanked into her room. It had been a mortifying conversation that had the woman delighting in triggering those easy blushes that had his face ripping with heat. Had him ducking his head to hide his face but he'd gotten much more from Nemuri than some obscure article. He had a person telling him about what they knew and getting answers to his questions. Answers that only served to have him all the more fascinated.

It was only after he was rushing into the hallway that Nemuri waved him off with a cheerful "good luck" on his research. It had him choking back that embarrassment when he was locked away in his own room again with his laptop open before him. He didn't need to know every little thing to know he liked the idea of it. The suggestions Nemuri made for him that had him scrolling through Google to find a shop online. Scrolling through websites with their options. He hated that he had come to Nemuri not once and not twice.

No, he'd come to her four times now on what to do clothing wise if he counted the times last year he'd asked her about. Not to mention the lingerie Hizashi often went out to buy with her would no doubt give her a good idea of what went on in their bedroom at home. An idea, no matter how vague, on his sex life with Hizashi that had those sky-blue eyes sparkling at him. It had him far more embarrassed than he wanted to think about. To dwell on. But the conversation was short but not quite painless.

All he could say was he would remain grateful he'd gotten what he'd been there to get and had his idea fleshing out slowly. All it came down to after it was executing the idea to his husband rather than springing it onto him. There were only so many times he wanted to surprise Hizashi with an outlandish outfit idea no matter how much he loved too. He wanted Hizashi to be involved going forward with his "outfits" that Nemuri tried to get him to consider. He wanted Hizashi to have more of an active part in this.

While it was always exhilarating watching blonde lashes flutter as green eyes widened at him, it wasn't what he wanted this time round. He didn't want the look of surprise on Hizashi's face this time round which is what prompted him to go to his husband about the topic when he visited the house on Wednesday afternoon. And much to his surprise, the blonde had merely laughed before confirming he already knew. It was blatantly obvious to him. Obvious to anyone who had eyes when Hizashi was in his hero costume.

It had left him taken aback about how "obvious" it was to be so blatant, yet the blonde never elaborated. Never told him how obvious it was but it gave him time to reflect on it before his homecoming Thursday afternoon. An afternoon he wasn't sure who could be more excited for; himself or Hizashi. The blonde had spent the previous night over the moon theorizing how he would look leather. How he would like it or how he would feel in it. The blonde had spared no hesitance in fantasizing out loud.

Throwing out his imagined theories over how the pants would hug his legs. His hips. How it would emphasize the length of his legs. Listening to his husband's voice over the phone pitching low as he held it tight to his ear had done little to help him sleep the previous night. The images painted with those vulgar words so close to his ear spun lazily in his head for hours. Plaguing him with a scene that had yet to take place. A moment that could have an array of different outcomes but God if it didn't have him eager.

If it didn't have him squirming once he was in the car with Hizashi. If he wasn't going over the plan they had set for tonight over and over with the blonde checking in with him throughout the afternoon once they returned home. Fussing. Worrying. Giving him the out he always did despite the simplicity of their plans for tonight; put his outfit on and see where the night was going to take them. That so long as the focused upon points in their discussions were used then he didn't have a single worry about putting it on.

In letting Hizashi have the control he'd willingly given up that night of his "servicing". To give in to the idea of what this all meant with what he wanted. And what he wanted was-

"Shouta? You still with me, baby?" The sound of Hizashi's voice so close to his ear had him blinking out of his thoughts lazily when he focused his gaze before him at the full length mirror. The hands brushing over his shoulders to tug the straps of the harness into place. The lighting that caught off the hoops as it was strapped over his chest. Blonde lashes fluttering before green eyes were locking onto him. "God, you look excited , now don't you?"

His husband wasn't wrong. He could see it in the blotchy red smothering itself over his cheeks down to his collar bones. Stinging in his ears that were on display with his hair tied up away from his back and shoulders while Hizashi fussed with the buckles. Dilated pupils in the dark color of his eyes gave them a wider appearance. Bigger. An excited sparkle to them made evident with the flutters of his lashes in fast blinks he caught in the mirror. "Hard not to be, Zashi. You've hardly kept your hands to yourself."

"It's not my fault you look damn good in leather pants, is it? That's one thing I knew was going to be true." A sudden tug at the harness had it digging into his chest lightly had his breath hitching when he felt fingers brushing lightly over his back when the blonde's breath warmed his ear. "You should wear leather more, baby, you know that? You look real fucking good in'em and you know that, don't you? Know how fucking sexy you look in them? Drives me crazy at how good they hug your ass like that!"

Another tug on the straps had his breath rushing out of him on a strangled whine. It was a simplistic chest harness for a first time use. Thick straps ran over his shoulders with a strap running along his chest with metal hoops placed to press against his areolas to frame his nipples. The straps curved to his back where the buckles were fussed with. Two remaining straps curved forward along his sides dipped down to follow his hips to clip onto the top of his pants. "I-I think I've heard it enough from you to have an idea."

"I don't think I'm saying it enough then, am I? Haven't told you enough to give you more than a simple "idea" on what I think of you in leather." Oh, it had his stomach fluttering to feel the warmth of his husband's breath mere inches behind him. Barely brushing over his ear. "You look fucking good, baby, and I personally think you should wear leather more often! You should show off how thick you are! Make people jealous of that gorgeous body of yours! Give me more of a reason to flaunt that I get to have you."

It was hard to focus when the straps were adjusted one more before he was watching Hizashi's hands coming forward. Sliding over his sides, fingers slid under the straps to give them a sharp tug when lashes fluttered allowing him to meet the blonde's gaze. Allowing him to watch those pupils expanding before his very eyes. See the desire within them when there was another tug on the straps. "I think you have to-too many reason to flaunt me off, Zashi! No need to throw leather into the mix!"

"There's plenty of need for it!" God. He could see the goosebumps raising over his skin with the shudder when the blonde pitched his voice down to that purring lilt. Eyes locking onto his in the mirror with that intensity he could recognize anywhere. A heat he felt flashing under his skin when Hizashi's fingers slid out from beneath the straps to trace along their sides. "I don't think it'd be a shame if you wore leather, baby! I bet you'd wanna wear your collar too? To show off all your pretty leather?"

"You say it like you wouldn't put it on me! Like you wouldn't get off on me flaunting it all for everyone to see!" God, the harness was only a small piece to the outfit, but it felt good. The leather, he found, was warm. Flexible. While it had been hard tugging it up his legs earlier, he could happily say it felt no different to any other pair of pants. Hugging onto him tightly felt like an odd comfort. Left him feeling snug with the leather strapped over his chest when he felt fingertips brushing over skin. "Zashi."

"You're beautiful, baby, you know that? You look good in leather so can you blame me? Can you hold it against me that I can't keep my hands to myself?" Fuck. It was a shot to his stomach at that deep purr in his ear when a hand came up to brush along his jaw gently to turn his head towards the mirror. The sight of his own blotchy face had him looking away when the blonde hummed softly with teeth nipping at his ear playfully. "You're sexy. Gorgeous. You're absolutely fucking stunning, Shouta."

Breathless. Utterly breathless with that low purr in his ear when he pulled his face from those trailing fingers over his jaw. Tipping his head back with a twist to face the blonde as he watched lashes fluttering in a blink before lowering. That desire had been aimed his way all night since he'd stepped out of the bedroom in the pants. Growing hotter, hotter, hotter with each passing second. "I wouldn't say that! No-Not with you here as a comparison!"

"I couldn't possibly compare to you right now!" God, it had his stomach dropping sickeningly with that low purr in his ear as fingers trailed over his jaw. His breath hitched quietly when he licked his lip before dragging his teeth over his bottom lip. Tingling, tingling, tingling. Heat flashed under his skin in a burst when teeth bit at his earlobe sharply with a click as they hit off of jewelry. "Stand up. Let both of us see how fucking good you look right now, baby."

Swallowing, he felt Hizashi's hands moving from his chest and jaw respectively before leaning back. The bed bounced lightly as legs swung over the bed next to him. Prompting him to move up onto his legs that felt strangely weak; shaking without that visible shake. How long had it been since he let Hizashi get under his skin like this? It had him breathless when Hizashi was standing up next to him with a quiet brush of leather clad legs moving together when he was coaxed forward away from the edge of the bed.

Allowing the blonde to slip behind him with hands on his waist tracing along the waistband of his own leather pants. Along the straps curving to clip onto the waistband. It had him breathless when the blonde coaxed him forward another half step towards the mirror where he twisted on his feet without that prompting. He couldn't deny that it was checking off every possible damn box of his. Leaving no question to "if" he had it but how long he had let it go unnoticed. The leather was warm, he found, and flexible.

Not the stiff way it was written in books or how he thought it to be. It squeezed his legs tightly with a comforting squeeze to show off the length of his legs. Showing off his knees and calves up to the thickness of his thighs that brushed together lightly. A slick appearance to the black leather as he let his gaze flicker over himself. Over the straps glowing against his skin with the buckles catching the lightly when he turned on his feet to look over his shoulder. Trying his best to get a backwards view of himself.

Catching the glint of the light reflecting off the buckles. It was aweing what one pair of leather pants could do for a person. Hizashi had, for years, talked about it was "unfair" that he was "double cheeked up" much to his confused embarrassment. For years he never understood until Nemuri told him in plainer words what it meant; that he had a nice ass. Something that could cause envy in others. It had left him red faced to realized Hizashi had been complimenting him all that time. He never kept up with trends as a teenager.

Never kept up with them as an adult but he'd never considered finding out. Content with understanding a few his husband threw around absent mindedly with Hitoshi. Staring at himself in the mirror with his odd angle, he couldn't deny he looked good. The leather pulled tightly with its cling on his ass emphasizing the curve of it. The shape of it with a definition he'd never seen before. He hardly focused on his own body but the sight of the leather hugging him so tightly? The glossy black color reflecting the light?

Showing off the flare to a hip as he spun in a slow circle to glance at the left side of him? Gawking at the sideways view of his own ass? The hands tracing along his waist as he did so? God, it was hot. Unfairly hot. The quiet brush of Hizashi's hands over his skin was painfully loud yet it had goosebumps breaking out over his skin once again when he met his own gaze in the mirror. They looked big in both the low lighting and the excitement. The arousal. It had a fresh wave of heat rushing up his cheeks to burn.

It caused that blotchy blush to deepen in mere seconds as he watched his lips parting slightly. It should be leaving him mortified to stare at himself so blatantly. At the excited image before him when the blonde's hands squeezed at him before plucking lightly at the straps running along his hips. Flicking idly at them when he let his gaze flick to his shoulder at that soft kiss. It had his stomach flipping sickeningly when he swallowed, catching the bob of his own Adam's Apple, the desire in that gaze had him breathless.

Had him melting in the blonde's arms when fingertips traced along the straps of his harness lightly. It was exciting. Exhilarating. To have those hands tracing down along his hips where fingers brushed over his tattooed hip lightly. Dipping down to slide hands over his thighs where black-nailed hands glowed against the deep color. A caress that, for all intents and purposes, lit him aflame. The slow, sliding caress over his leather clad thighs that moved up towards his hips once again in the mirror had him riveted.

Fascinated at the sight of his own blotchy face as that blush spread down to his collar bones. At the blush smothering itself over Hizashi's cheeks as blonde lashes fluttered in a blink. Glasses slipping down on his nose slightly when he tilted his head forward to kiss his shoulder. A shudder ran down his back at the soft press of those smooth, warm lips to his shoulder. Hands sweeping up his stomach with fingertips slipping beneath the strap across his chest before flicking up. Letting it snap back into place.

There were times where he could write off Hizashi's flattery. His compliments. He didn't need the blonde to tell him a million times he was desirable to him. That he was beautiful to the blonde. He didn't need the attraction to be confirmed. But God if it didn't always get him hot over it. Tonight it seemed to be much easily triggered when he was being squeezed tight by those leather pants that were giving him a sense of comfort. By the leather harness across his chest with its glittering silver hoops over his areolas.

By Hizashi's low, purring voice in his ear. The playful nips earlier accompanying the warmth of his breaths on his ear. He felt unbelievably light. There was a quiet part of him that felt the smallest bit of resistance to the flowery words showered over him but looking at himself in the mirror? The way the leather was clinging to him so tightly it left not a thing to the imagination? The rounded curve to his thighs as they pressed together? He looked fucking good. Just as Hizashi had said. He didn't have to be egoistic to believe it.

To doubt what he plainly saw as the truth. He shivered at the soft kisses trailing over his shoulder towards the side of his neck. Warm breaths fanning over his skin in as hands shifted with fingers tugging playfully at the silver hoops causing the light to wink off of them in brilliant winks. Shivering when they were released allowing them to thud lightly against his chest. When fingers slipped beneath them to rub over his areolas to warm them again. Firm rubs that inched closer, closer, closer as his breaths hitched.

Racing quietly when the blonde's fingers flicked over his hardened nipples prompting his chest to arch with a shudder at the tingles it created. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth over his nipples sending tingles pooling into his stomach when he bit down on his lower lip. The warmth of Hizashi's breaths fanned over his neck as they crawled up towards his ear. Blonde locks spilling over his shoulder to brush at his chest, he let his gaze focus on the mirror when blonde lashes fluttered in fast blinks.

How big those green eyes looked as they flamed at him with that lust. That hungry desire to get his stomach flipping then dropping with that sickening intensity when paired with the hard one-two thud of his heart. Leaving him swaying on his feet slightly when the blonde bit at the shell of his ear. Soft with an increasing pressure to send tingles down his back when fingers pinched lightly at his nipples with that idle twist when a shuddering breath fanned over his ear when teeth let go. Dancing on that edge.

Waiting to see who would turn first. Give in first as fingers twisted at his nipples with that light pinch increasing slightly. It had his dick twitching curiously when he squirmed causing the deep black leather to cast a shin as the bedroom light hit it. Glossy rather than the matte finish of Hizashi's leather for his hero costume or the satin finish of the pair he wore for their BDSM scenes. Tonight, the blonde was wearing a similar pair of glossy leather paired with his work boots. A white button-down shirt with a leather vest.

It had his heart sprinting when a whine broke out of him as he arched into the blonde's hands when he got a sharp pinch. Twisting at them as tingles raced down to pool into his stomach leaving him flushed. Hot at the sight of the blonde's hands on his chest. The light catching those glossy black nails as they twisted idly at his nipples. At the desire as Hizashi's lips parted slightly with a tremble to those blonde lashes. An effort to stay open, it seemed. A tug on his nipples had his dick twitching with interest.

He let his teeth drag over his lower lip as he swallowed when fingers twisted again. And he was giving in, in, in as he shifted to turn prompting fingers to release their pinches on his nipples. The metal hoops hitting lightly to frame his hardened nipples once more as hands slid down towards his sides as he spun on his feet. Facing the blonde as hands swept towards his back where they separated. Hizashi's left hand sliding down, down, down in a sweeping caress over the buckles to his exposed lower back.

Coaxing him to arch while the right hand slid up his back to twist into his hair with fingers clutching tightly at it. The press of the blonde's leather vest to his exposed skin had him shuddering when lips came down on his own. Soft. Warm. Sliding against his own, he happily moved his lips with the blonde's as he curled his arms around his shoulders to bury his hands into the blonde locks. Silky soft as he twisted them around his fingers. Slithering over the backs of his hands, he arched forwards to twist against Hizashi.

Arms tightened around him holding him tight, tight, tight to the blonde as the fabric of his shirt rubbed against his arms. The leather to his stomach and chest. It was amazing. The quiet whisper of their moving lips was painfully loud over that quiet music Hizashi had playing off of his speaker. Something soft. Comforting. He couldn't name the song but it was fitting. It had him electrified. Squirming on his feet with a sigh fanning over his cheek that he couldn't help but copy. Lashes fluttering on his hot cheeks.

Sighing out again when he felt lips melting to shape and mold against one another's. His own curving to fit with the blonde's thinner, soft lips as that light, intermittent smack broke up the quiet brush of their moving lips. He scratched gently at Hizashi's scalp earning himself a shudder from the blonde. A sharp exhale fanning over his cheek with fingers tightening in his own hair. Pulling at them resulting in a light, consistent tug on his scalp that resulted in heat flickering in a burst under his skin.

Shuddering at the sensation, he twisted to curve and fit himself against the blonde with arms squeezing him close, close, close. In another rare moments of his, he truly believed Hizashi's purred words. That he was beautiful. Sexy. Desirable. He never needed the blonde to say it to know it but there was an excitement in the idea that his husband vocalized it. To know the silent knowledge that his husband found him attractive. A reaffirming statement he didn't need but loved to have. To hear what he already knew.

Warm breaths fanned over his hot cheek as the blonde's hand slid over his lower back in a gentle caress. Kneading at the muscles there. Shuddering at the press, he moved his lips with Hizashi's with that spark of eagerness. Delight. The soft, warm caress of his lips never failed to spark that heat. That excitement. So soft they were, it had him coming back for another kiss. Another touch of those warm lips on his own. It had always been that way. Always would be as far as he was concerned. He loves kissing Hizashi.

Hours, days, months and years peppered with moments of stolen kisses he got from the blonde. It had been one of the things he loved most in the beginning of their relationship. To steal away with the blonde only to have those lips pressing, sliding and shaping to his own for a moment or two. Something that kept him looking forward to the chance to get him alone. A chance in Hizashi's home seemed impossible but they had always been there. He sighed out sharply at the firmer press of those soft lips against.

The nails scratched at him gently. That desire twisted into him with a bone-gripping strength to leave him breathless. Arching against his husband eagerly when that heat settled low under his skin. Magma compared to the sizzling heat that came in flickers. Flashes. Blonde locks slithered over the backs of his hands prompted him to tighten his grasp on his handfuls tearing a whine from the blonde. Shuddering against him when he was stepping back as the blonde stepped forward in a cautious shuffle.

Once he moved with his husband, he was quickly spun on his feet. Flying backwards, he landed on the bed with a grunt with knees knocking against his own. Pain radiated up his thighs when he quickly jerked his legs apart only to feel that resistance from the leather. Something his husband assured him wouldn't be a problem once he broke them in. Until then, there was a stiffness to his pants that refused to abate. A stiffness that had the leather biting lightly into his thighs when the blonde shuffled between his spread legs.

Coaxing his legs to spread further apart with the leather creaking quietly. He groaned under his breath when Hizashi settled between his legs in a lean up above him comfortably. Lips sliding against his own with that light smack ringing out as the hand in his hair acted as a pillow beneath his head to keep it up. At a slight angle as it was tipped back slightly allowing those soft lips to move against his. It had his toes curling when he lifted his feet up from the floor. Ignoring that stiffness to his new pants with a shudder.

And then he curled his legs around the blonde's slender waist. Loving the groan, it got him from the blonde as hair slithered down over his arms when it spilled over shoulders. God, he couldn't get enough of this man. Of his weight pinning him down to the bed. The firm slide of those soft, warm lips against his own. The faint scent of his cologne mixed beautifully with the fruit scents of his soaps. The warmth radiating off of him. He shuddered when hips pressed tightly against him to which he tightened his arms.

Squeezing them around his husband's shoulders. Holding him down tightly against him with the rub of his button down shirt and leather vest against his skin. It sent shivers up his back as his dick twitched excitedly at the roll of Hizashi's hips in that idle grinding. A motion he giddily jumped to copy as he squeezed his legs around his husband's waist tearing another groan from the man. From the second he stepped out of the bathroom in his new pants, the blonde had been looking at him with such hunger.

A heat that had left him flushed. Hardly an hour spent breaking in the leather and the blonde hadn't seemed capable of keeping his hands off of him. His eyes off of him. And he had to admit, it was a confidence boost he hadn't expected to have when he wiggled the leather up to his hips. When he'd then taken time to twist and bend in the bathroom. Experimenting in the mobility before walking out to the worried Hizashi. God, the desire he'd seen in the blonde since he walked out left him breathless.

It was only when that hour was up did the blonde insist on getting the harness on him. Eager. He'd have to be blind to not see that desire when the blonde gawked at him so shamelessly. Rolling his hips up in tight circles against his husband earned him a throaty moan from the blonde. Hips twitching in a shallow thrust before pressing tightly to him with that idle grinding that had his toes curling tightly. Arms tightening around shoulders as lips slid against his with an increasing firmness. An undercurrent of heat.

Pressing against his enough to make that light smack a sharper, consistent sound. Growing damp from the kisses traded to aid in that slick slide, it had his erection twitching once again when he felt the hand on his lower back arching his hips up to keep up that tight pin to Hizashi's. Oh, it had him digging his heels into the blonde's lower back in response as hips ground together fiercely with the quiet rub of leather on leather. An odd sound he'd never imagined in a million years but it was an interesting one.

One that had heat flashing in a bursting flash that raked beneath the surface of his skin. He squirmed then causing the blankets to rustle beneath him with a shiver when he felt the blonde squirming with him. That hand on his lower back then swept up to caress the exposed skin. Caressing the best he could without wedging his fingers up beneath his upper back. It had tingles racing under his skin tearing a whine out of him when his dick twitched excitedly once again with that firm pressure against him.

It had him hot, hot, hot. Flaring with heat as he clutched at those blonde locks with a press against the back of Hizashi's head. Light. Coaxing him to kiss him harder rather than the firm slide he was using. And he couldn't help a low groan when he got a renewed press of Hizashi's lips to his own. Sliding against his at that idle speed, his heart sprinted against his chest at the sharp smacks of their moving lips. The shortening breaths fanning onto hot cheeks. That odd sound of leather rubbing together.

God, it was fucking amazing already. He bucked his hips then tearing a moan out of the blonde as fingers tightened in his hair with a sharp pull on his scalp sent sparks down his back. The consistent, tight pull on his hair had him squirming again with a moan bursting out of him with such strength it surprised him. So loud yet it was swallowed up by the snapping groan leaving the blonde as that hand on his lower back slid forward to knead at his waist. Damp lips moved slickly against his as he clutched at those blonde locks.

It had his husband arching down against him when he got a sharp yank on his own hair. Moaning shrilly at him in a pitch that gave his ears a prick of pain. A stark contrast to the snapping groan that had just left his husband. His thighs rubbed instinctively when his dick gave a volley of twitches with the tight grinding of those hips against him. Squeezing his thighs together instinctively had his husband bucking against him. Another trembling moan leaving the blonde when he returned that thrust.

Arching from the bed when that thumb rubbed circles into the exposed bit of his tattooed hip as he pressed his lips harder to Hizashi's. Moving his lips faster with that quiet urgency that had been bubbling. Eager to get exactly what he'd hoped to get tonight from his husband. He wanted his shirt off. He wanted to touch the warmth of his husband's skin. To relish in the feel of his feverish heat radiating onto him that he could feel through the fabric of his shirt. God, he wanted to strip this man of his clothing.

To feel him against his own somewhat bare chest. His racing breaths shuddered before hitching into his shallow panting speed that merely fed the heat with each gasp. Each twitch of his dick as that ache twisted lowly in his stomach to get his thighs rubbing. Squeezing against his husband's waist which merely earned him those snapping moans and groans from the blonde. From what his husband had told him it would be odd when he got an erection. At least, the first time round but God if it didn't have him twisting.

Have his dick twitching excitedly with that heat sizzling under his skin. Leaving him hot, hot, hot beneath the blonde who rolled his hips forward in those vicious, tight circles to get his toes curling. His legs squeezing fiercely against his husband's slender waist with a moan of encouragement at the blonde as he ground his hips up. Grinding, grinding, grinding. Searching for that fiction, that pressure, that had his chest fluttering with his racing pants through his nose. Clutching at the soft blonde locks in his hands.

A squeeze that had his husband moaning down at him with hips thrusting sharply against him once, twice, with an impact that had him writhing. Moaning up at him ecstatically as the blanket rustled beneath him with his eager squirms. Grinding against the blonde with that spark of eagerness, he shuddered at the passion bleeding into the kiss. The hungry desire. The breathtaking lust. It had him flushed with the heat twisting under his skin when he worked his right hand free from the locks of hair gently.

Tugging fingers free from the snags he'd created before sliding his arm from around his shoulders to curve down over his side. Across his lower back, he got an encouraging moan from the blonde when he reached down. Grabbing at his ass, he jerked him forward in a thrust that had that moan cresting into a deafening pitch. Trembling when he dug his fingers into his hold for a firm squeeze to his husband's ass. Admiring the warmth of the leather beneath his hand as he dug his nails into it before pulling at the man.

Coaxing him to thrust against him again, again, again when the hand on his waist was moving away from him. Clawing over the blankets blindly with the pants and raking of nails over the blanket as shaking pants fanned over his cheek when he pulled at him. Forcing hips to come forward in thrusts against him that had his dick twitching excitedly with that heat raking below the surface of his skin. The drag of his leather vest and his shirt had him absolutely blistering with that heat. It had him squirming with a moan.

He forced Hizashi's hips forward in thrusts giddily as the blonde groaned down at him. Rubbing, rutting, against him with a force to nudge him lightly over the blanket while that hand clawed in vain next to them. Searching for the lube without breaking the kiss. He pressed against the back of Hizashi's head forcing lips to crush down fervently against his own when he yanked at his ass again with a whimper leaving the blonde. Keening. Ear bleedingly shrill. It had him flinching when his ears throbbed sharply with pain.

A muffled hum left his husband then as the sound of a crack next to him had his pounding hear jumping to his throat. Fingers squeezed between them to claw blindly at the button of his pants with fingers reaching down to pinch the zipper. Ripping it down with that quiet zip, he ground his hips urgently against the blonde when he tensed against his pulls. He kneaded at his husband's ass in his grip tearing a moan from the man when he felt fingers curling into the back of his pants to yank at the waistband.

Grunting with another fierce yank, the hand in his hair worked itself out to which he whimpered a protest. It tugged lightly at his hair despite the attempt to be gentle when his head was placed down onto the bed. Hands disappearing down to yank his pants down over his ass along with his boxers. His dick gave a volley of twitches before he felt that rush. Hot, hot, hot blood gushing down like it was absolutely imperative. Life or death. It had him twisting with a whimper squeezing itself out of his tight throat.

The muscles in his stomach jumped with a vicious quiver at the careless brush of a hand against it. It had him arching his hips up in his grind against the blonde when that all too familiar slick squelch rang out as the lube was spread. It had him whining into the kiss as soft lips crushed themselves to his own as the blanket rustled beneath him when he squirmed. Restless twists with a huff fanning over his uncomfortably hot cheek when he felt the light jiggle of arms from the vigorous movement of hands between them.

The squelches ringing out that had his hips jiggled in his grinding against the blonde with uneven pants of his own rasping through his nose. Each breath feeding into a wave of heat blistering under his skin to boil his very blood as the heat scorched through veins. Gushing down as his hardening dick twitched with a whine breaking out of him. Twitching when the blonde whimpered down at him in response with the hard press of lips against his had them tingling. Throbbing lightly from the force of it.

It would leave his lips swollen by the time they were done and he fucking loves it. Can never get enough of those hard, lustful kisses kept at their idle spread with that undercurrent of urgency to the rest of them. The squirms and twists together that had that odd rub of leather ringing out. The occasional sound of his pants protesting the squirming movements of his thighs. It had his heart hammering against his chest when Hizashi's hands curved down beneath him. Pressing against his lower back to keep it up.

Making sure he kept that upward arch of his hips high to make it easier for the blonde as slick fingers brush over a cheek. Squeezing at it with such strength it had him groaning when the blonde then tugged at his cheek. Spreading him open with the dig of leather beneath his ass when fingers slipped forward to press against him. Slick rubs created that light, wet squelch when he parted his lips with another groan. And he traced the tip of his tongue against the smooth softness of Hizashi's lower lip.

Flicking it up to his top lip before tracing the shape of it when the blonde parted his lips with a moan. A crushing press of those lips to his own, he moved his tongue to meet Hizashi's when he caught a light click of his piercing hitting off of his teeth. A playful flick of that tongue was given to his own which he delightedly returned to the blonde's piercing before nudging at it. Swirling his tongue against it with a shiver as fingers rubbed at him in that firm up and down slide. Slipping over him sending a shiver up his back.

He ground his hips against the blonde with another twitch of his hardening dick. Straining against the fabric covering it dug slightly into his pelvis. Ignored in the effort to get his ass freed rather than the front, he whined at that compression. The tight fabric that refused to give him an inch of breathing room. An inch to let his hardening erection strain outwards but rather kept it tightly down. It was suffocating. It was amazing. He squirmed when hips ground against him in tight circles with a pressure to get him groaning.

Squirming before he lowered his hips slightly against rubbing fingers. Flicking at the smooth ball of his piercing giddily when Hizashi's tongue rubbed itself against his. Coaxing his to slide, to move, which he happily complied with as uneven, ragged pants fanned over his hot cheek. Mirroring his own as he felt the light nudge of his husband's glasses against his eyebrow. His cheekbone. There was a firm swirl of those fingers against him that had his hole giving a mortifying twitch. A response to that excitement.

The sharp twist of emotion ripping its way to the surface in his chest. He moaned out when the blonde's tongue massaged itself in a slide against his which he eagerly returned. Squirming when a few of those firm, swirling rubs were given before a finger was lifting up to press at him. Pressing, pressing, pressing firmly at him as he then angled his hips down to press against Hizashi's fingers. And then, then, then he was moaning out deafeningly in unison with his husband when that give came quickly.

Pushing into him, he clenched tightly around that slender finger with another throaty, guttural moan tore out of him at the rub against his inner wall. The circles rubbed into it when that finger bottomed out. God, it was fucking good. So good, good, good. The tightly constricting leather keeping his erection pinned down tightly as he felt a drop of pre-come soaking into the fabric of his boxers followed quickly by another. It had his hips squirming with a moan from his husband as that finger rolled tight, firm circles into him.

A pressure against his inner wall that had him clutching tightly around him as he moaned into the kiss. The slick sound of their tongues moving together had him flinching. The uneven, ragged pants being taken between the both of them. That odd rub of leather on leather as Hizashi ground his hips forward against him. Quiet, hitching back of the throat sounds leaving the both of them when Hizashi pulled his finger back before thrusting it into him shallowly. A keening whimper flew out of him when the action was repeated again.

And again. A cautious, shallow thrusting depth that had him writhing against his husband as his tongue twisted and flicked with his. Ruthlessly playing with his as he answered in kind with his own rubs. Swirls, twists, and flicks with nudges at the smooth metal of his piercing ball as the blonde groaned at him. Was the blonde hard? Was it just as agonizing? Knowing what his husband had told him in the past, his husband got off on it. Loves the sensations hence why the blonde had debated out loud about it.

If Hizashi shared that same kink. That same interest which was absolutely clear to him now. God, it had him wriggling with arching hips as he whined up at his husband for him to do- what? Fix it for him? Let him take them off? To free his erection that was trying in vain to strain against the tight leather? It had him moaning into the kiss as that tongue scraped against the edge of his teeth in an undulating movement. Rubbing that bottom ball against the top of his tongue had him clutching at the blonde.

Tearing a keening moan from Hizashi as the light squelches of his thrusting finger rang out beneath him. Careless rubs over his inner wall had him clutching around it. Digging his heels into the blonde's lower back when fingers dug into his ass cheek in an light squeeze that had him writhing, twisting. God, he couldn't get enough of this man. Of the pleasure he gave him. No other could hold one tenth of the attraction he held for Hizashi. No one could rile him up so easily. Get him so blindly desperate for more.

Painfully eager that he'd give, do and say anything to have his husband touch him. To have his dick buried in him with hips pounding at him until he took his word as law. Not another could do that for him. Not in this life. Not in this reality. Perhaps if someone else had come along, if he had been straight, he'd be in a different situation, but he wasn't. He was who he was and he had the blonde grinding tightly against him as if he were just as desperate. Just as hot as himself. As if he were riling the blonde up.

Getting him hotter as they went along with each roll of his hips as he ground against Hizashi. There was an eagerness to his husband's thrusting finger that had him squirming when he tightened around that slender finger. It was itching that smallest desire to have something inside of him; it didn't matter so long as it was something. And fuck if it didn't have him huffing fervently through his nose with gasps taken through his mouth when he could before moving his tongue eagerly with the blonde's.

Clutching at his hair. His ass. Yanking him forward earning himself a strong, deafening moan from his husband that had items shaking around them. Rattling viciously when he caught the splintering sound. What had been damaged? What was it? He yanked at his hair causing it to choke off in his throat, yet the sound had his ears throbbing. Sharp pulses that had him whining shrilly at the blonde as his erection twitched with the effort to strain forward. Pre-come dripping into the fabric of his boxers embarrassingly.

Creating a soaked patch into his boxers that had the fabric clinging to him. The thrusting of that finger paused then with a renewed pull on his cheek when he felt the light brush of a finger against him. Rubbing closer, closer, closer to his hole which tore a whimper out of him. An impatient jiggle of his hips had the blonde whining when his tongue flicked at his before twisting together. The click of his piercing was low as the tip of that finger traced along him before rubbing firmly as fingers pressed tightly together.

Nudging, nudging, nudging at him slickly with circles being rolled into his inner wall. It was all rushing past him so fast, fast, fast. How could one second of looking in the mirror lead to this? Hizashi really had been very handsy tonight when he'd insisted on breaking on the leather. There wasn't a moment in the past hour where the blonde wasn't touching him. Was he really that turned on? That riled up? It had him whining when that finger pushed at him insistently as he exhaled sharply at the wiggle.

A light twist with that push until there was yet another give of his twitching hole. Whining at the light burn as the outer rim of his hole stretched out with that slender finger slid into him. Sinking in along with that first, it had him moaning with such delight it was unmistakable to himself. Fingers rolled into his inner wall with tight circles as that middle finger bottomed out within him. That light sting had him shuddering as he clenched around those fingers with another moan bursting out of himself.

Ecstatic. Keening. The blonde moaned back at him when lips lifted away from him with a final flick of that tongue to his. Rather than resuming that French kiss, lips came down on his with slick, urgent slides he was helpless to response too. To stop the lust from sizzling into the kiss as his erection twitched in a frenzy as he ground himself tightly to Hizashi. Fingers curled inwards to press against his inner wall with their firm circles. Giving him that time to adjust. Let the stinging burn fade away enough for it to be good.

Giving him a moment to adjust to the intrusion of two fingers so quickly but God, he didn't care. It had him groaning, however, when that leather continued to refuse any give. Any sign of relief. It had his toes curling tightly with a moan at the frantic, slick slide of his husband's lips. The frantic grinding that had him tightening his legs around his waist. Fingers slid in a shallow up and down movement that had him bucking his hips down. Breaking up his grinding yet it merely had Hizashi moaning at him enthusiastically.

Writhing against him when hips thrusted against him with what he knew was impatience. Fingers rubbed at his inner wall with a wiggle to them when they pulled back to spread out. A scissoring spread that had him throwing breaking their kiss again to throw his head back with a cry. The silent encouragement that had his husband moaning in that keening pitch as lips trailed frantically along his jaw towards his throat. Ragged, uneven pants fanning against it with hips grinding tightly against him when fingers spread out again.

And again. It had the outer rim of his hole burning lightly with a pleasure that had his toes curling. Tightly. Jerking his hips down against his husband's hand as fingers dug into a squeeze on his ass cheek. He was making an absolute mess of his boxers yet he couldn't find the air to demand his husband get him out of his pants. To unbutton and unzip him. Give him a stroke, a squeeze, a rub. Anything. He'd take anything, anything, anything from his husband as fingers came together to pull back then thrusting in.

A squelch punctuated the movement as it was repeated again, again, again in eager thrusts into him. Squeezing around those fingers had his husband moaning into his throat with those drool worthy vibrations. It had him writhing when it was accompanied by the pads of his fingers rubbed against his inner walls. Had his thighs twitching with that urge to spread apart while also wanting to keep them tight around the blonde howled at him. Tore at him. Did he keep his legs around the blonde's waist?

Or spread them open to listen to the quiet creak of the new leather? An odd choice that his feverish brain turned into a dilemma. A proper situation that had him utterly breathless as he writhed against his husband with the blanket rustling beneath him. Gasping his panting breaths as fingers thrusted into him shallowly before spreading out. He pressed his head to the bed with those shameless moans spilling out of him. Whimpering, whining, groaning. It had him digging his heels into Hizashi's lower back for another thrust.

Another hit of those clothed hips against him. Another bit of stimulation outside of the grinding. It had him arching his back with a keening whimper ripping out of him when the blonde thrusted against him then when he yanked at his hair sharply. A frenzy of bucks that had his erection twitching as it throbbed with its insistent push against the leather covering it. Keeping him tightly bound and God if it didn't have his whimpering reaching that mortifyingly high pitch. A damn near mewl that rang with that delight.

It had his heart pounding sickeningly to spread that stabbing embarrassment only for it to be lost. Drowning under the heat of the lust. The desire. The arousal each time his husband spread those slender fingers out inside of him. God knows what he'd give to have three within him again, but he was too impatient. Just as riled up as his husband. Just as turned on. He wanted Hizashi in him now. Not five minutes from now. Not fifteen minutes from now. He wanted Hizashi right now. It was an ugly twist of that familiar impatience.

It had him clamping down fervently around those thrusting and spreading fingers. Tearing moans from his husband with those huffing pants against his throat as he ground against the blonde giddily. It sent a shiver up his back at the fierce outwards spread of those fingers against his inner walls despite the clench trying to keep them together. Pushing, pushing, pushing at him before coming together to thrust into him. Thrusting, thrusting, thrusting before spreading out as he shouted with a sharp yank on his husband's hair.

Shuddering those soft, damp lips began to trail down his throat. Moving towards his chest with huffing pants fanning over it when the tip of his tongue flicked at his hardened nipple within the silver hoop. Leather straps bit into his skin with each heave of his chest. Twist against the bed. It was fucking hot. Everything about this was fucking hot and he was so, so glad he'd said something to Hizashi. Huffing as that tongue flicked against his nipple again, it lapped over it with a click of his piercing off of the silver hoop.

It had his back arching to press his chest up to which he used his grip on those blonde locks. Pinning his husband against his chest had a sudden, guttural growl ripping out of the blonde when fingers sped up. Thrusting into him sharply with a depth that had him whimpering when another lap was given to his nipple. Clawing at his husband's scalp had the blonde slamming his hips in a frenzy against him resulting in him being nudged lightly with each damn thrust. Hits that had his erection twitching at the heat.

Ohhhh, it had him moaning with such fervent enthusiasm he knew he'd be left hoarse if he continued being so loud. Fingers were thrusting, thrusting, thrusting into him with their slick squelches before spreading out to push at him. His erection was throbbing for that stimulation it needed; the desire to be freed so it could breathe. To be freed of the slick cling of his soaked boxers with the pre-come adding to the patch. Never ending. He couldn't take it much more. Not according to that shrieking impatience.

Slick thrusts were punctuated by the squelches that had him squirming impatiently with each thrust. Each stretch of those fingers. It was driving him insane. To want, want, want but not receiving because he couldn't breathe long enough to speak. To wheeze out the words. And God, if that wasn't a thrill in itself. Squeezing around those trembling fingers as his husband huffed against his chest with his tongue swirling and flicking where it could inside that silver hoop. Nipping at his wet nipple had tingles racing down his back.

God, the things he'd let this man do to him tonight if he would just hurry, hurry, hurry. If he freed his aching erection from the tight grip of the leather that was so, so, so good. He ground his hips against Hizashi shamelessly with that desperation clawing to the surface with each erratic throb his erection gave in its pinned position. Each sharp, confident thrust of those slender fingers into him. The bolts of pleasure he got when he clenched tightly around those slender fingers. Fuck, it sent sparks of heat up his back.

Felt so damn good it threatened to make him drool. God, all this from some leather? From a chest harness? A pair of pants for himself and Hizashi? A vest? All from leather? He swore his head was absolutely spinning on him. Leaving him a feverish, blind mess as he clutched at his husband who fluttered kisses along the edge of the strap over to his left nipple. Fingers thrusting into him with such confidence as they rubbed against his inner walls firmly. Curling his fingers to press into his inner walls.

Rubbing at him firmly enough to get his hips bucking eagerly. Spreading out with a strength to get him moaning lowly in his throat with legs tightening around him. Fuck, how was he expected to last long during sex when Hizashi was driving him up the damn wall? And then, then, then, fingers were spreading out. Abandoning their semblance of thrusting, they spread out again, again, again, again. Pushing insistently at him when he felt the flick of his tongue against his left nipple. A playful action that had him squirming.

Fingers pushed out at him relentlessly as his back arched from the bed with a moan at that spark of hope. At that eagerness. Spreading out at his inner walls repeatedly had him whimpering in that mewling pitch once again. It had his husband moaning when he jiggled his hips up against him insistently. Begging, begging, begging. Pleading, pleading, pleading. It had his husband groaning into his chest with a squirm as hips thrusted against him with fingers pushing out at him again. Fuck him, it was damn good.

Trying to squeeze those fingers together had the blonde bucking against him again when fingers were slipping out of him slickly. Pushing up to a stand, he whimpered as he forced his legs to release their tight wrap around his waist allowing the blonde's glistening fingers to come into view. Coming up to grab then rip at the button of his pants to undo it. He arched his hips up with an eager whimper flying out of him when the button was finally ripped apart. Giving him a sliver of relief when his erection twitched.

Pressing against the zipper of his pants when he whimpered again with an impatient squirm. As if already knowing that relief was coming his erection throbbed erratically for that freedom. The zipper was then grabbing at before being ripped down carelessly. Fingers pulled at the waistband of his leather pants and boxers with the other disappearing down. Wrapping around his erection, he moaned with relief as he was tugged at. Pulled out of the tight confines with a shudder running down his back.

Oh, oh, it felt fucking amazing. So unbelievably good just as Hizashi said he would. It had his legs shaking lightly as his moan crested up when fingers slid in a slick stroke along his shaft with a firm squeeze being given that had him bucking into his hand shamelessly. And then those slick hands were sliding along his thighs to tap at him. Slick taps against the glossy leather but it told him all he needed to know. Flip over. He uncurled his legs from the blonde's waist to plant his feet down with a tensing of his legs.

Standing when the blonde had stepped back allowing him the space to do so. Hands reaching for the buttons on his own pants before ripping them apart. He was fascinated watching the blonde struggle to rip his zipper down with fingers then curling into the waistband of his pants and boxers. The sight had him then spinning on his feet with that spark of eagerness. Shifting forward, he pressed his chest down to the bed with feet planting apart. Shivering at the cool press of the hoops pressing into his areolas.

The leather harness seemed to bite into his skin. He couldn't find it in him to have that sense of decorum. To be classy about it. Sensual. Glancing over his shoulder, he shuddered at the jerking pushes that had his husband's own pants down and out of the way. Glinting piercings winking at him as a droplet of pre-come rolled down the underside. He had no capacity to make it classy but the position he was in had that gaze blazing at him. Looking at him with such a hungry look it had him whining at the blonde.

Squirming at the sight of that dripping erection resting against the leather vest with a droplet welling along the slit. Smearing onto it with a twitch when he swallowed then arched his hips backwards with an impatient whimper. Twitching side to side with a shift of his weight when the blonde was leaning forward next to him. Snatching up the golden square resting on the blankets. Lifting it up to his mouth, he watched as his husband's ripped into the wrapper before spitting a thin strip out with fingers dipping in.

Grabbing at the dripping ring within, Hizashi used the excess lube within the packet to drizzle onto his fingers before reaching down to rub a thin layer over those glistening piercings. A slick sound ringing out as Hizashi did so, but he was riveted when the slippery ring was pressed to the head of his erection. Rolled down with amazing speed, he renewed that backwards arch with a shuddering breath at the growl his husband gave. A rasping, guttural sound that was made with the help of his quirk; a subtle use of it.

And fuck, if it didn't get his toes curling. A shiver racing over him when he licked his lips before biting down on his lower lip. His hair was spilling out of the ponytail Hizashi had put it into, but he truly couldn't care about it. Not when Hizashi was grabbing at the lube on the bed after fussing with the end of the condom. Shuffling into place behind him with hands reaching out to pull him apart with slick fingers rubbing against him. Prompting another embarrassing twitch of his hole but it was ignored, ignored, ignored.

The lube was dropped to the floor with hands reaching out to grab at his ass. Kneading at him in firm squeezes before pulling him apart with rasping, uneven pants being taken between the both of them. Hips arching forward to grind that slick, covered erection against him with the light scratch he fucking loves. The faintest scratch of the rubber that got his teeth digging into his lower lip fiercely despite the throbbing protest of it. Sensitive it was after those fierce kisses given mere minutes ago but he loves it.

His pants rasped through his nose with a tremble as the blonde ground himself forward with a slick slide that had him whimpering. Peeking over his shoulder at the man, he felt a hand moving from his cheek with the other pulling tightly at him. Shuddering at the slick touch of the head against him, he chewed on his lip slightly with toes curling against the floor against that excitement. Holding himself still, still, still as the blonde nudged at him slickly with that silent insistence with an increasing pressure.

Pressing, pressing, pressing at him slickly when he arched his hips to press back with Hizashi pushing forward created a give. A slick slide forward that had his teeth dragging over his bottom lip as he threw his head back with a shout flying out of him. Listening to the quiet sound of his husband sucking in a sharp, shaking gasp behind him. Sinking in, in, in with a slick slide that had him shuddering as he clenched tightly around his husband. Admiring the thickness that came what stiffness from the gush of blood.

Something that always became obvious when he was hard like that. The faint scratch of the condom against his inner walls while that erection pushed him open with the demand for that space to be made. For his muscles to adjust right now leaving them aching faintly with the sudden stretch. Even the feverish insistence his brain gave that he could feel those piercings rubbing against his inner wall through his condom. It had him squeezing tight, tight, tight around the blonde with a keening moan flying out of him.

An echoing, deafening moan left his husband with hands grabbing at his waist. Squeezing at him when the blonde finally, finally, finally bottomed out. Hips pressing tightly against him ground idly with nails biting lightly into his skin with those kneading squeezes. He arched back to join in with that tight grinding when hands gripped tightly at him sending shivers up his back. His thighs twitched to spread apart further yet the leather restricted the movement. Kept his legs from stretching out the way he wanted too.

But he couldn't complain. Can't. His pants rasped out of him causing his chest to heave much like the pants behind him. Stuttering when he squeezed around the blonde in response to a twitch of his erection. Tearing a snapping moan out of his husband as hips pressed tight, tight, tight against him with those fervent grinds he happily copied. Clenching tightly around the blonde sent a shiver up his back when hands slid along his waist in their kneading rhythm. Reaching down to dip forward with a grip on his hips.

Tingles raced under his skin when fingers dug into his hips with that squeeze. It had him whining with a press backwards to the blonde's pelvis with a squirm when nails bit lightly into his hips. Clutching at him fiercely. He could die happy. God, he was burning up over a few pieces of leather being put on him. The hungry looks he'd been getting from his husband for the past hour had gotten to him more than he thought. More than he assumed. And God, if he wasn't giddy at giving in to that heat without a second thought.

That burning, sizzling heat that was boiling his blood as his erection dripped shamelessly against his stomach. Gasping at the twitch with its light erratic throbbing, he twisted his fingers into the comforter beneath them. Bunching the fabric to his palms as he rocked himself forward then backwards to hit against Hizashi's pelvis in a shallow thrust. It had hands tightening on him with a groan flying out of the blonde when he hid a flinch as his ears protested the trembling sound. Far, far too loud for his ears.

However, the sound was choked down when he pulled with the blankets to slide forward before flying back. A squelch ringing out from the shallow impact when he clenched tightly around his husband before rocking himself forward then backwards. Hair tickled at his throat and face as they slipped free from the ponytail, but he could hardly focus on them. Focus on a damn thing other than the blonde groaning behind him with hands holding him so damn tight he hoped for bruises. For red imprints of his fingers to be left behind.

To be held so tight it hurt the next morning. Had him aching from the strength used to hold onto him. It was by far his favorite thing about sex with Hizashi; the way the blonde held onto him during sex like he'd disappear any second. Like he had not a choice too with him being the only anchor to the moment. A hitching breath was taken only for it to fly out of him on a sharp, huffing exhale as he worked himself into an easy back and forth rock on his feet. Thrusting himself back shallowly again, again, again.

Moving in accordance to the howling demands that spark of eagerness twisting into him when nails bit into his skin. Burning, burning, burning. Boiling. Sizzling in his own skin. To think he'd gone so long without even trying to explore the possibility of a leather kink, but hadn't it been obvious? Hadn't it been right there before his very eyes? Blatantly clear as Hizashi insisted? He squeezed at the fistful of blanket held tightly to his palms as he groaned at that spark of heat racing up his back when hips twitched behind him.

Arching forward hesitantly when he flew backwards with that slick squelch when he hit the blonde's pelvis. Grinding fiercely against him, he shuddered at the tightening of those hands on him before he was swinging himself forward. Rocking towards his toes before thrusting back with a thud as he landed back on his heels. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. It ate up his focus as his erection twitched against his stomach with droplets smearing onto his stomach. It was hot, hot, hot. So goddamn hot.

He whimpered in that keening pitch when nails raked over his hips leaving burning lines behind as hair swayed and trembled against his shoulders as he rocked himself quicker. It was everything. The huffing pants behind him with the occasional clap as his skin hit against Hizashi's. The slick squelches of the lube and condom rubbing together with each thrust backwards. The feeling of that scratch against his inner walls that had his lashes fluttering with that effort to stay open. To keep his eyes from rolling back on him.

Brows squeezing together as his teeth dragged over his tingling lower lip again. Dragging fiercely over the sensitive thing had him twitching yet it was easy to ignore it when he felt hips twitching forward again. A few clumsy thrusts given that had him biting down hard, hard, hard on his lip with a moan flying out of him. Muffled. It had the blonde whining out in that reedy pitch with a crack causing it to cut off. He shuddered when there was a few more of those clumsy thrusts before he felt Hizashi pulling back.

Coming forward to meet a thrust that had his teeth once again dragging viciously over his lower lip sending a jolt of pain through it. His cheeks throbbed lightly with the force of the blush burning uncomfortably in it with that familiar prick along his back. Promising to break into a sheen of sweat. It had him squirming with an eager jerk backwards when Hizashi snapped forward with a deafening squelch. Shuddering, he rocked himself forward to inch past that shallow depth with the blonde pulling back to match that depth.

Jerking back to hit against the blonde's pelvis with a slap of skin meeting had him moaning out in unison with the blonde. Hands clutching at his hips pulled lightly at him with each swing backwards much to his delight as he happily jerked his hips back to hit against the blonde. Meeting those snapping thrusts that were gaining the all too familiar confidence that had him clutching at the blanket. His thighs twitched again before pushing out to spread with the leather protesting that stretch. Keeping him from moving properly.

It was a flexible and warm material, but it didn't mean there wasn't a resistance. They were new and needed to be worn in, according to Hizashi and Nemuri, but it had sparks of heat racing up his back at that dig into his thighs. The bite of the fabric that had him heaving in his racing, uneven pants with that delight twisting into him. Leather, he found was absolutely amazing. He'd never considered a hero costume with it given how tight it felt. With how it had restricted Hizashi's movement the first time he saw it.

It had, in the past, looked unappealing to be in but he could appreciate the sight of it on the blonde. But fuck if it didn't get him riled up now. If he didn't love the feeling of it clinging onto his legs. The resistance it gave him. How it clung to him like a second skin but fuck if it never failed to rile him up at the sight of it on his husband. Emphasizing those long legs so beautifully it was hard not to stare. To gawk at the blonde. He couldn't keep his eyes off of the blonde when the man had excitedly joined him.

Squeezing himself into his tight leather pants before presenting that leather vest to him. Fuck, he loved how it clung to his shoulders and waist emphasizing the slender curve to them. The broad set of his shoulders and chest that was naturally hidden by the shoulder pads of his hero costume. It was stunning. So, so exciting he had found it hard to keep his hands to himself when Hizashi had "dressed up so you wouldn't be alone" in this. He whimpered when he felt a hand moving up from his hip to sweep up his back.

Fingers tugging and yanking at the straps across his back with nails hitting off of metal buckles with clinks that had him whining shrilly at his husband. Sharp, snapping thrusts being given that he was more than eager to return as he snapped his own back to meet the pace being taken. Swinging forward, forward, forward only to delight in the moan it got him when he jerked back to hit against the blonde. The sliding rub had him whimpering to the blonde when fingers curled into the straps running along his back to yank him up.

He released his hold on the blankets as he was jerked up right into a standing position with hips striking sharply at him causing him to wobble on his feet. Gasping in a breath only to have it fly out on a moan at another of those sharp thrusts had him writhing. Twisting in his husband's arms as hands slid forward to grab at his hips again. Nails digging into the skin, he was yanked back in a slam against the blonde's pelvis tearing a guttural, snapping groan from his husband as he gave in to that eagerness.

That twisting excitement to swing himself forward as far as he dared before slamming back against the blonde. Again. Again, again, again. Throwing his head back to rest on the blonde's shoulder with those snapping thrusts rocking him weakly on his feet with the force behind those thrusts as lips trailed over the side of his neck. Teeth scraping playfully over the skin sent shivers down his back with that slick squelch of the rubber and lube ringing out. The rubs of his erection as it pushed against his inner walls.

Giving him that faint scratch had him moaning with such volume it had his husband squeezing at him. Huffing against his shoulder with glasses nudging against him but God it was easy to ignore. Tensing his spread legs, he threw himself into moving his hips fast, fast, fast in time with the idle pull at his waist that came intermittently. Holding onto him. Fuck, he was boiling in his own skin. Th Rasping, uneven pants raked down his throat as he clenched around the blonde's twitching erection delightedly.

Groaning when nails raked over his nails leaving burning lines behind. A sensation that had him jerking his hips eagerly. Hitting back against the blonde's pelvis with a sudden burst of strength had a snapping growl vibrating into his shoulder when hips slammed forward against him causing him to wobble on his feet. Threatening to knock him forward again. It had him keening out a whine as he swung his hips forward before slamming back against the blonde with a slick squelch when hips met that thrust.

Nudging him forward once again, it had him all too delighted in chasing after that brutal strength. To swing forward fast, fast, fast and come back hard, hard, hard against the blonde when he raised his arm up. Curling it backwards over Hizashi's shoulder to cling onto the blonde locks with a sharp pull that had another growl leaving the blonde. Wavering. A trembling sound that had his back arching away from that clothed chest slightly with a keening whimper. Squirming when a hard squeeze to his tattooed hip.

A hand then moved to drift up his stomach that skated around his erection. He shuddered as muscles jumped with a quiver with that teasing brush when Hizashi's hand was coming up to tug at the strap over his chest. Pulling it far, far, far before letting it snap back at his chest with an impact that had him gasping at the hit to his skin. The snap of it had him arching forward when fingers slipped beneath the metal hoop on the right. Slipping beneath with fingers pinching tight at his hardened nipple.

Ohhh, it made his knees weak with the threat of giving out as his tense stiff wavered at that rush of pleasure. Pressing his head back to the blonde's shoulder, he twisted with feet threatening to give out when the hand on his hip yanked. Slamming him back to the blonde's pelvis with a crisp slap of skin hitting together. A groan muffled itself against him. Fingers pinched sharply at his nipple then sending a burst of pain across his chest tearing a cry out of him. His toes curled tightly to the floor with a jolt.

His backwards thrust stuttered before he threw himself back into that fast rhythm excitedly. He was sizzling alive and he couldn't get enough. He clutched at the blonde locks tightly in another sharp yank that had his husband moaning out with hips snapping forward in a series of frenzied, frantic thrusts. Hard, hard, hard. Fast. It had his right hand flying up to grip at the blonde's forearm as fingers twisted at his nipple. An idle side to side that had his rasping pants hitching as he dug his nails into the blonde's forearm.

Tearing a snapping moan from the man when hips struck at him with that ruthlessness that had him groaning ecstatically. Hard hits that seemed intent on slamming his air out of his lungs. To rid him of the huffs he took the second he got them out until not a wisp of air remained in his lungs. His legs trembled lightly in their stiff set apart when teeth nipped at his ear. Sharp. It had him whining at the ragged pants fanning against his ear but God, it had him burning, burning. Set him ablaze with that eagerness.

Catching those quiet, choked sounds just barely audible in the back of his husband's throat had him twisting. Squirming. Slamming his hips back against the blonde, he shuddered at the whimper it got him as hips jumped to slam against him. Fingers tugged at his nipple again sharply with fingers pinching so tight, tight, tight at his nipple. Tearing a wail out of him when he felt the light dig of Hizashi's nails into the throbbing thing sending pain blistering across his chest. It had his hips squirming in between his thrusts.

Gasping. It was a grip eerily similar to the first time they introduced degradation into the bedroom. Pinching so hard it danced on the boarder of too much, too much, too much. Dancing closer to true pain that had him whimpering wildly at the blonde who released his tight pinch. Then fingers were flicking at his throbbing nipple to which his whimpers strangled off in his throat into another cry. Jerking his hips in a frenzy that fueled the slick squelches ringing out of the condom and lube. Had huffing, gasping pants hitching.

Tore keening whines and reedy whimpers leaving them both when he slammed back against the blonde frantically. Earning himself a trembling, husky groan in his ear that had him moaning with such pleasure it was recognizable to himself. He squeezed around the blonde's twitching erection tearing a cry from the man as hands tightened on him. Fingers flicked at his nipple when he gave another squeeze around the blonde with a slam of hips against him in response. God, he absolutely fucking loves it.

He didn't need the internet, didn't need another person, to tell him that he was absolutely lucky to have a husband so well endowed. That he was fucking lucky to get a man like Hizashi period. It had him twisting when he squeezed tight, tight, tight around his husband. Awed at the thickness of that erection leaving him breathless at the rubs that were so, so good when he clenched. When he squeezed so tightly he swore he could feel those piercings of his rubbing against his inner walls. Feel the shape of them.

That he could feel them slipping out of him to rub against the outer rim of his hole had his hands clutching at the blonde fiercely. An exciting, thrilling thought that had him slamming his hips back with that spark. Twisting on his feet with knees threatening to give out on him. Shaking legs tensing as his head spun with the rasping pants he took wondering ho it got so hot, hot, hot. What had been the pop off. He had not a clue other than he knew they shouldn't be going so far. Not when it had only been three days.

A small gap since the last time but he couldn't find the breath nor the will to tell him to slow down. To take it easier. Not when he was burning so hot, hot, hot over a pair of damn pants. Over some leather. Over the sights in the mirror minutes ago when they had been getting his harness on. A lifetime ago. It had him twisting eagerly with a keening whine when the blonde flicked once more at his throbbing nipple. Letting that metal hoop snap back down against his areola to frame his nipple as it had before.

Coming up instead, he felt the panting breaths against his ear moving away when those slamming thrusts stuttered before slowing slightly. Whining his protest when the hand on his hip squeezed as the hand on his chest came up to brush along his jaw. Turning his head to a tilt when lips crushed down onto his. Sliding against his with such passionate desire it had him smoldering. A lustful hunger that had him breathless as he slid his lips eagerly to return the kisses to the blonde as he tightened his hand in his hair.

Sharp smacks rang out to join the fray as slowed, sharp thrusts snapped against him which he happily returned with a keening whine. Racing pants fanned over his hot cheek wen he felt a droplet of sweat run down the side of his face. It had him twitching at the realization he'd failed to notice the prickle of sweat earlier had gathered into a clammy sheen over his forehead. Beading along his hairline. He shuddered at the squelch of a sharp thrust melting in with the smacking of their moving lips. Frantic.

Frenzied. Fingers kept their light press on his jaw a moment longer before that desire to feed his shrieking lungs won out prompting him to break the kiss. Huffing pants fanning over his tingling lips had him shivering when he slammed his hips back in a burst of strength that had Hizashi moaning at him. A silent encouragement when hips struck against him with that same strength. A hard hit that had pants hitching on a choked sound as that jagged, slamming rhythm was picked up once more without a thought.

Giddily, he pressed his lips to the blonde's chin. His jaw. The slick drops of pre-come smearing onto his stomach left it slick. Like the rest of him, he felt so hot, hot, hot. Everything added, everything acknowledged, being another shot of heat straight to his veins when Hizashi moved back to bite sharply at the shell of his ear. He wanted more, more, more of his husband. Wanted Hizashi to tease, touch, and kiss him all night if it was a possibility. He wanted more of that passion That breathtaking, stunning lust.

"Do-Do you see ho-how much I want you? See ho-how sexy you are? I can't ke-keep my hands off of you! God, se-sexy fuckin' thing you are, how can I no-not want you?" Shivers. That low, husky voice had him melting against his husband. "I cou-could fuck you like thi-this for hours! You fe-feel how hard you make me? I fu-fucking love being in-inside you! So fucking ti-tight, baby! Ah! Mmm! You lo-look so goood tonight, you kn-know that? Shi-Shit! Nnnn! Yo-You're so beautiful, Shouta!"

"Ah! Mmmm! I-I do! I do, I do! Nnnn but yo-you're better! Se-Sexier than me! You- Mmmn! Fu-Fuck! Ah, ah! Fuck me! Fuck me, fuck me, Zashi! I ca-can't keep my ha-hands of you 'neither! I- Ohhh, shit! Ah! Nnghnn, please! Please, please! I lo-love havin' you in me! Want you in me fo-for hours! I ca-can't get 'nough of you! Ne-Need you so bad! Want yo-you're cock inside me! Want you to touch me! Mmmm! Yo-You're so pretty, Zashi! Beautiful! Ah, ah! I wa-want you to fuck me all night! Please, please!"

"Nnnghnn, God, Shouta! Ah! Yo-You're gonna break my cock in ha-half! Shit! Yo-You want it that bad? Ne-Need me to fuck you that bad? Gi-Give you exactly what you want wh-when you want it? So ad-addicted to my cock you'll do an-anything for it? Do anything for m-mmme to fuck you? Nghnn! Fu-Ffffuck, baby, like that! Like fuckin' that! Squ-Squeeze my c-cock good, baby! Gi-Gimme it so goood! Nnnn! Haah! Co-Come on, baby! Mi-Milk my fu-ffffucking cock! You lo-love it that much? Love havin' me so deep?"

"Yes! Yes, yes, yesss, I do! Ah! Hnnn! Please! Fuck me ha-harder! Harder, harder, Zashi! Fa-Faster, faster! Fuck me- Yes! Fuck, yes, like that! Like that, that, that, Zashi! Mmmm! I lo-love you so much! Ah! Nnnghnn, please! Please! I wa-want you to fuck me all night! Fu-Fuck me in front of the mirror! Ma-Mmmmake me watch as I ta-take your cock! I wa-want to wa-watch you fuck me! Haah, haah, please! Fi-Find it! Find it, find it! I wan- There! There, there, Zashi! Shi-Shitt, right there!"

A slam of Hizashi's hips against him had heat ripping up his back as the twisted restlessly against the blonde. Jerking his hips back as his legs shook with knees bucking out at the heat ripping into him to which he was pushed forward. Bent over the bed with the blanket beneath him when fingers pinched hard at his throbbing nipple. Wailing at the pleasure it sent burning down to his stomach, he slammed his hips back to meet the ruthless hits against him. And then the blonde's chest pressed to his back.

Pinning him down had him squirming with that overwhelming delight. The pleasure that pooled into him from that heavy weight against his back as sweat dripped from his forehead to the blanket. A sheen over his back and sides that itched. He didn't know how the hell he was going to get out of the leather so sweaty but that could be a problem for later, later, later. his hair slithered over his shoulders, tickled at his hot cheeks and stuck to his forehead annoyingly. Gasping, heaving, panting for good breath.

A sharp tug on his nipple had him writhing with another wail ripping out of him hoarsely. Pressing his feet down to keep them from slipping out to move his hips to meet the blonde's. The angle had his erection rubbing against the blankets with a friction that had him bucking forward against it. Rubbing, rubbing, rubbing himself shamelessly against it as racing breaths fanned over his shoulder. Catching those huffy, quiet sounds muffled in the back of his husband's throat in between those snapping moans.

The rasping grunts that had shivers racing down his back when he felt a brush along his forearm prompting his lashes to flutter. Opening again, unaware he'd closed them, to find a black-nailed hand brushing up his forearm to touch the back of his shaking hand. He whined before uncurling his fingers from the blanket allowing for Hizashi's fingers to slip between his with a squeeze that had him clinging onto his fingers. Knuckles, his and the blonde's, whitening from that tight grip when he felt the relief.

Fingers letting go as that hand then came up as well. Finding his left hand, he eagerly let go of his holds on the blanket to welcome the intertwining of his and Hizashi's. Clinging onto his hands tightly with rasping, wheezing pants leaving him when the blonde came forward harder, Harder, harder, harder. Faster, faster, faster. Hips pounded at him with that silent intent to knock those wheezing huffs right out of him. The wisps of air he had remaining in his lungs. Striking at his prostate in intervals that had him wailing.

His back arching to press his chest tightly to the bed. His hips back to meet those pounding thrusts as he let his head fall forward to press to the bed. So hot, hot, hot. He could feel that knot twisting low in his stomach with the promise of sparking into what he needed. What he wanted. He clenched tightly around the blonde's twitching erection tearing a cry from the blonde. Hips jumping in a frenzy of pounding thrusts that had slick skin hitting together sharply. Hitting against him with squelches punctuating those thrusts.

Hard, fast thrusts that had him moaning at his husband. Heat ripping up his back had him twisting frantically when he moved to meet those frenzied, pounding thrusts that had him breathless. Sizzling hotter, hotter, hotter than he'd thought it'd get tonight. All over leather. From a simple choice to try something new to wear with his husband. Exploring something. It had him twisting with a huff flying out of him when teeth scraped over his shoulder before biting down softly at him to which he whimpered.

Keening out a moan when teeth sank into his shoulder with fierce suckles being given to the skin as he slammed his hips back to meet his pounding thrusts. Rocking on his feet that were threatening to slip out beneath him. Shaking legs with knees that felt ready to give out on him again. He was so hot, hot, hot and he fucking loves it. Loves that this simplistic thing of wearing leather had done this. Had gotten him this. His pants rasped down his throat with the threat of drying it out even as he swallowed frantically.

Trying to keep himself from drooling when hands squeezed at his. He rutted against the blanket that was growing wet, wet, wet beneath him as his erection twitched in its sandwiched position. Dripping shamelessly from the wet drag of that blanket that was rubbing him so fucking good. Leaving a writhing mess as he snapped back only to press his hips down to rub himself against the blanket in search of that friction. That scratching rub that had him moaning out at the blonde with a tightening of his own hands.

Clutching onto his husband's with each slide of his hips over the blanket. He could feel that knot twisting in his lower stomach with a new pressure that clawed its way upwards. Unbearable. A spark he wanted to chase desperately as his lashes quivered before lowering. Squeezing shut when his jaw dropped with a wail into the bed at the heat that ripped up his back once again. Arching in a squirm, he slammed himself back eagerly with a wave of heat racing up his back each time. Perfect, perfect, perfect.

Hitting it perfectly the way he had been when he'd shouted at him to find it. It was never intentional when the blonde was hitting at his prostate only for the next handful of thrusts to miss it. Never intentional but it was always a tease, intentional or unintentional, that had his toes curling against the floor. Squirming, twisting, writhing beneath his husband eagerly with gasps being taken when the blonde sucked fiercely at his shoulder. Digging his teeth into him with hips pounding at him a burst of strength.

It had him rocking forward onto his toes. Had his legs shaking when thighs twitched to spread themselves further, further, further, apart only to have his pants dig into them viciously. Aching. It had him whining shrilly at his husband who merely moaned into his skin in between his frantic, hard suckles at the skin. Working a hickey into him. It had him arching with a shout when another wave of heat rushed up his back before rushing to fan out under his skin. Pooling into pleasure with each strike against it.

Each rub of his erection against the blanket. The pounding impacts of his husband's hips against him. Ohhh, it was easy to feel that coiling knot clawing its way up, up, up in his stomach causing his thighs to tense. Trembling lightly preemptively much like his stomach with rasping breaths threatening to choke him at any second when he felt a droplet race down his chin. Sweat? Or drool? What was it? He couldn't tell. Didn't care enough to tell. He rocked in an unsteady rhythm on his feet to swing himself back.

Hitting against his husband's pelvis with spark when he clenched around his erection. Shuddering at the volley of twitches it earned him along with that keening, deafening moan. Muffled but God if it didn't have the lampshades rattling. Their pictures up on the wall clattering against the walls if he had to go off sound. It merely had him clenching tight, tight, tight around his husband until he could feel that erratic throbbing building in it. A sensation that had him clenching up around the blonde giddily.

Huffing when that hard suction on his shoulder was paired with a renewed dig of teeth into him. Shivering at the shameless moaning it got him from his husband behind him when he got a renewed press into his back pinning him down good. Oh, the pressure gave him something better as his erection rubbed against the blankets quickly. He thrusted down shamelessly against it with toes curling as he gasped in his pants with hands clutching tighter, tighter, tighter at him. His thighs ached from the dig of his leather pants.

Ached. But he couldn't stop his legs from spreading open, open, open in protest. Wailing into the bed once more as he jerked his hips in a back and forth, back and forth, back and forth attempt to thrust backwards. To thrust against the soaked blanket beneath him as he felt that identical, erratic throbbing of his erection in its pinned position. Desperate. Eager. He needed just a little more, more, more. God, if he knew Hizashi liked him in leather he'd have done this years ago. Would have considered it so long ago.

He rocked himself back and forth with that urgency when Hizashi pounded into him to strike his prostate repeatedly. Sending blistering waves up his back endlessly. He was clawing up towards that edge with each thrust that had him squeezing around his husband. Had him delighting in another thrust that gave him the faint scratch of the condom against his inner walls. The feeling of those piercings his brain feverishly told him was real. The stretch of Hizashi's erection that had him panting into the blankets.

Clutching at his hands as if he could hold off the mounting orgasm twisting tighter, tighter, tighter into him with that peak clawing itself closer. So close, so close, so close. His thighs trembled lightly with their tensing when he squeezed up around his husband tearing a howl from the blonde. Loud. Deafening despite its muffled quality. He flinched at that sharp stab of pain to his ears. If he wasn't careful, he'd have muffled hearing by Monday if they had sex again. If. They already deviated away from sex once a week.

Broke it by having sex three days after their "service" but God he couldn't care. It was fine to have a slip up now and again, wasn't it? He couldn't be blamed if he needed this more than once a week, could he? He arched with a twist when a wail ripped out of him with such startling volume it had Hizashi twitching against him, but he couldn't think, think, think to control it. To keep his volume down. He couldn't when Hizashi was pounding the air out of his lungs. Pounding into his prostate again, again, again.

When he was rubbing himself so enthusiastically to the blanket to aid in that pleasure coiling tightly into him. The spark of his orgasm ripped into him with the muscles of his stomach trembling before tensing up. He clamped down around his husband's throbbing erection tearing another howl from the blonde when he got a frenzy of pounding thrusts against him. Hitting at his prostate repeatedly but God it only aided in shoving him over that edge he'd been clawing towards. Closer than he realized.

He jerked beneath his husband with a stutter to his thrusting hips with a wail ripping out of him as he clutched at his husband's hands. Knuckles going white with the receding blood as they shook lightly with the rest of him. Done, done, done. He was done. He couldn't breathe without fanning the heat a second longer. Couldn't deal with the rub of leather against him nor the leather bunched around his thighs that bit into them. Had them aching. His dick twitched frantically against his stomach when his orgasm burst.

White-hot heat rushing up his shaking thighs in a tingling wave that had his wail choking off into a gasp. Shaking, shaking, shaking as the waves of his orgasm ripped through him. Clutching around the blonde who slammed forward with a choked sound leaving the man as he pressed tight, tight, tight against him. He couldn't breathe. Had to hold it down, down, down even if it left him shaking as his erection throbbed between his stomach and the bed. Hot spurts landing onto his skin only to rub into the blanket.

He shook under the force of that white-hot heat. The orgasm that seemed to keep coming, coming, coming with each throb his erection gave that resulted in another spurt. The throbbing of that erection inside him while Hizashi groaned lowly into the back of his shoulder. Shaking against him. He thrusted his hips in weak, shallow thrusts against the blanket beneath him as hands clung to his. He was drowning, Choking. Burning. Boiling hotter than he had been this entire time. And it felt so good, good, good.

Even as his lashes fluttered on his cheeks as he squeezed them shut. His eyes rolling back with such force it ached. It felt so good, good, good. Too good so good. Too good. It was euphoric but God if it wasn't agonizing in the best way possible. To feel his husband's erection throbbing within him with frantic throbs of its own. It had his stomach fluttering when that white-hot heat twisted into him viciously. Leaving him breathless under the force of it as he squirmed and twisted with his husband. Restless.

He gave another weak, twitching thrust against the soaked blankets as if to aid the weaker spurts leaving him. Rocking with that choking wave of his orgasm rushing out of him. Shaking legs threatened to give out as his thighs twitched closer together with his slumped as the relief raced through him at the lack of dig into them. The ache of that leather refusing to allow him to spread his legs as he'd wanted too but God, it had him shaking. Relief twisting into him when he let out that held breath in a wheezing rush.

Feeling an identical sigh against the back of his shoulder when Hizashi's mouth was lifting away from the back of his shoulder. Fluttering a kiss over the spot gently, shaking hands squeezed at his before they began making their way out of his. He whined when the blonde pressed them to the bed instead. Pushing up away from the tight press against his back, the blonde grunted before standing up with hips shifting against him before angling away. Pulling out of him in a slow slide that had him whining shrilly again.

There was a slick squelch when Hizashi slipped out. Legs pressed against his own to keep him upright when he felt hands tugging at his pants. Forcing them down his thighs, the blonde grunted under his breath when he grabbed at the blanket. Pulling himself onto the bed while yanking his legs up to work them through the pantlegs. A daunting task that had them both growling, grunting to get his legs free as Hizashi got them down to his knees. Kicking his legs slightly with a grunt, he felt the left pantleg jerk down.

The right following after it when he yanked himself up, up, up while Hizashi pulled. And then finally his right leg slipped free with a huff leaving them both when the left came flying off with the right as he glanced over his shoulder before rolling over. Leaning back onto his forearms, he flinched at the wet patch on the blanket. It looked worse than it had felt but the drag of the wet fabric had felt all too good in the moment for him to consider the extent of it. There was a slick snap that tore his gaze from the wet patch.

Up to find Hizashi struggling to tie off the condom with shaking fingers. Squelching snaps at shaking fingers had the blonde's eyes narrowing with a hissed curse when the rubber snapped at his fingers again. He glanced down at his heaving chest then to touch the harness still strapped onto him. Tracing along the edges before lifting the strap across his chest up with a flinch at how clammy it was beneath it from his sweat. And then the blonde was rushing around the bed to toss the condom into their small trashcan.

And then Hizashi climbed up onto the bed after him. He wanted to protest, to insist on cleaning up, but the temptation of that affection was too nice to ignore. Undeniable when the blonde was tugging him close made it so damn hard. Downright impossible to refuse the affection when the blonde's racing pants were fanning over his cheek with soft pecking kisses being place over his face. And he eagerly returned those pecking kisses without a second through when feet angled away from the wet blanket.

He was pulled towards the blonde's chest as he pecked his lips over freckled cheeks delightedly when he got a breathless giggle from his husband. Squirming before cuddling into him when he curled his arm around Hizashi's waist. Holding himself close, close, close with the leather rubbing against his sweaty skin. It wasn't the best feeling in the world but goosebumps raised over his skin at the sensation. He tucked his head beneath the blonde's chin to nuzzle his lips and nose up beneath his jaw softly.

Earning himself another breathless giggle from the blonde who then pressed his lips to the top of his head in a flurry. Kisses that had him melting as hands slid along his slick back when he slipped his own hand between them to pluck apart the buttons of Hizashi's leather vest. Targeting the small buttons of his white-button down with not a protest from his husband as he tugged at them blindly. Peppering his throat in kisses that earned him nuzzles to his hair. Fingers tugging at his hair to work out the ponytail.

He didn't mind it whatsoever; it was was seconds from falling out. Coming through his hair gently to work out the knots and tangles had him melting into his husband's chest. Working the buttons apart, he flipped the fabric of his shirt and vest out of the way to touch the skin he'd been aching for. Sliding along the sweaty skin had his husband squirming with a shuddering breath fanning over his hair before lips were pressing kisses again. Showering the top of his head in kisses that he couldn't deny adoring.

Eating up the physical affection given to him that he happily gave back in nuzzles and kisses to his husband's throat as he slid his hand along his waist with a hum. He felt the press of a cheek against his head followed by a rubbing nuzzle that had him humming softly again only to earn himself a hum back from the blonde. God, he loves this man. Loves, loves, loves him. It had him giddy when he swallowed down what he knew to be a giggle. A response to that adoring, giddy giggles up above him that left his husband.

Breathlessly joyful when he gave another nuzzle. He curled into his husband's chest with arms wrapped tight, tight, tight around him much to his delight. Fingers combing through his hair with nails dragging occasionally over his scalp had his lashes fluttering against his hot cheek. The nuzzle to the top of his head had him curling against the heat of his husband. A mess or not, it could wait a second longer. Arms squeezed around him again to which he slid his hand back to wrap his arm beneath his husband's shirt.

Soaking up the heat radiating off of his husband's sweaty skin when he clung onto him. Crooning weakly to the blonde when he tipped his head back to press a soft kiss up to that wildly fluttering pulse point. A sigh left his husband when fingers tugged gently at his hair to which he hummed as his pinned right hand found its way into blonde hair. Twirling locks idly around his fingers when the blonde kissed the top of his head again. Uneven, racing pants warmed the top of his head as his hair rustled beneath them.

"I lo-love you so fucking much, Sh-Shouta, you know that? I fu-fucking love you, baby!" The corners of his mouth twitched before that smile curled over his lips long before the thought to stop it could occur. He got a giggle from the blonde above him with another gentle thread of fingers through his hair. "To-To think we go-got all hot over some leather! Th-Though I guess you can check thi-this off of your ki-kink list, can't you?"

"Ye-Yeah, I guess we bo-both can!" The distinct feel of a lifted cheek pressed itself to the top of his head when he hummed with that giddy note to it. Threatening to trail off into a giggle before he cut it off quickly when the blonde nuzzled him. Hizashi would never let him hear the end of him giggling while sober. Never. He'd die first before letting himself giggle while of sound mind. Not easily, anyways. "An-And I lo-love you too, Zashi! So fu-fucking much, even if yo-you're cuddlin' me with your co-cock out still!"

"He-Hey! It's too ha-hard gettin'em ba-back up!"

"Mhmmm! Wha-Whatever you say, Zashi!"