Fifty Darker Shades of EraserMic

by CrypticBeans

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

18. Sit Like A Queen!

Shouta was hardly what he would call overly expressive. He wasn't the type to let an emotion come for him with its hooks and display in an overly enthusiastic, dramatic manner. There had never been a need for him to display the quieter emotions nor the overwhelming weight of those larger ones. He didn't like to make a fuss when the emotions inevitably came for him with their strangling hold over him. It only served to offer himself on an examination table for others to judge. To pick apart and criticize

To admonish his reactions. His responses to those emotions should his reactions be deemed "abnormal" to others. The last thing he'd ever wanted was that judgement aimed his way. The skepticism he had seen when it came to his emotional reactions throughout his life. The disappointment when he simply didn't react "properly" as other children his age had been. To put on a big display of emotion was an energy consuming feat that he simply didn't have the patience for. The willingness to make a big deal over it.

There was no need for a loud display if he felt joy. If he felt angry. Despair. Hizashi, on the other hand, had always been a loud person. A spot of sunshine that never hesitated in vocalizing his emotions when he felt it was safe to do so. When he was in a safe space of his to be far more expressive about his emotions. It was never a mystery as to what his husband was feeling on the best days they'd spent together. It was never hard to read when he was happy, joyful, or euphoric. When he was content or tired.

There were, however, harder days where it was hard to understand what was wrong. To detangle the ball of emotions that did nothing but fester in the blonde which inevitably spread to himself. His husband never seemed too hesitant when it came to be exuberant. Being upfront about his emotions in a public setting no matter what they happened to be. And yet there were times when he didn't know how to read his husband properly. When he couldn't pick what ran beneath the surface of it all right away.

Hizashi, however, would always encourage him to be more open with his emotions in public the way he was in private. That he didn't need to gush or fawn over anyone but merely seem approachable. He'd never seen the reason too, yet the blonde never pushed. Never told him upfront that he had to change. If anything, he swore his husband never beamed brighter than he did when they met in the parking lot in the mornings. As if the sight of his exhausted perhaps even stoic face was an absolute delight.

A treat when they'd spent one night apart. It was hard to bite back that smile when arms were being thrown around him. Pulled into an exuberant hug that he found himself returning. Emotions were messy. He didn't like to be public with his emotions if he could help it. No one needed to know the emotion coursing through him the way Hizashi did. He didn't need to be an open book to those around him and the blonde seemed to understand that sentiment. Never pushed for him to smile more. To be vocal in the public eye.

If anything, the blonde delighted in flaunting that subtle suggestion that he knew more about him than even Nemuri. That there was more to him than what was seen with that ominous tone. Then shooting those wide smirks with that playful sparkle when Yagi would look to him with that wide eyed curiosity. He swore that smugness to his husband would never fail to both irritate and amuse him. The delight that sparkled in the blonde's gaze with the pride that he had gotten something right about him.

A devious joy in flaunting his personal knowledge about one another. It was annoying. Childish. But God, he couldn't help smirking over it when he had a moment alone with his husband. In the days following that Thursday night, he had been floating. The euphoria, the bliss, of the previous night had refused from the previous night when he'd woken that Friday morning. Those smiles easily triggered when he'd woken to find his husband's eyes on him. The adoration he'd been met with could melt the strongest man.

Rip the highest of walls right down. The warmth in that soft, sweet smile had him sickened from the fluttering of his stomach. The skipping of his heart aiding in that sudden surge of emotions far too early in the morning. It had been inevitable when Hizashi reached out to tug him close from his place curled away from him. Tucked into that hold to spend a few moments of that morning together. To relish in the hands sliding over his skin and the softly crooned greetings he was give once that hearing aid was in.

The flutter of lips that had his cheeks burning as kisses were placed over them. The delight of that morning merely feeding into the euphoria of it all. It was a euphoria that had him all too happy to give kisses to freckled cheeks. Nuzzling his nose to Hizashi's until the blonde had been giggling at him in that manic manner yet that smile had never been wider. The shared joy between them when he inevitably shoved Hizashi out of bed yesterday morning had been contagious. Utterly infectious in a way to leave him helpless.

Unwilling to fight it. How easy it was to sink into the joy running between them in a sickening cycle when he let himself be coaxed to the bathroom. Going about their routine as they took turns in front of the mirror. Shrugging into costumes and brushing teeth in the cramped space before Eri flew into their bedroom. Meeting them with ribbons held up for Hizashi to work her hair up. It was a joy that was all too familiar to him. All too easy to return to his daughter when she'd jumped onto their bed to be scooped up.

A behavior they tried to discourage the seven-year-old of, but he'd been all too content to scoop her up. Squealing as Hizashi rushed about to get breakfast and lunches sorted out. It had been a delight spread amongst the four of them once they met in the small kitchen. Watching his husband downing a cup of coffee with him and Hitoshi in between bites of his bar. Cereal devoured in the rush rather than an elaborate breakfast. He had not a problem with it. Not one if they didn't sit and have a proper breakfast.

Not when he was surrounded in a euphoria that refused to abate. Refused to diminish as the three of them were making their way through the hallways of U.A for their destinations. There had been a bounce to his husband's steps from what he had seen. Spots of color in those covered cheeks and a sparkle in that gaze. A wide smile before his husband was ducking into his classroom with that pep to his step. Rolling his eyes at the way his silly little mustache twitched over his lip with that smile. It was breathtaking.

Aweing to find that adoration aimed his way when they'd cross paths in the hallways. In the bathroom should one be going in while the other came out. At lunch. It caused a damn stir with his students who wouldn't stop pestering him each time a hand had gone up with a "question". It had been as amusing as it had been frustrating to shoot down their questions that refused to be forgotten. Repeated over and over by someone knew about what was "going on with himself and Yamada-sensei" much to his embarrassment.

And in that apathetic manner he knew was most familiar, he blandly refused to humor the questions. To give a proper answer to his curious eyed students. That undeniable euphoria and blissful joy between them truly seemed to cause a stir that rippled outwards. Like shoving a stick in a wasps nest then banging it around. Even Nemuri seemed to be having her fun in questioning their "youthful glow". Hizashi seemed all too happy to join in her teasing banter while they got ready to leave. He'd had his own fun in deflecting her questions.

However, it merely had the dark haired woman doubling down in her pursuit for "the truth". His husband seemed all too tight lipped about it much to her frustration. He couldn't deny there was no hiding that joy. That bliss. An effortless emotion to spread while making the unintentional manner of making it public. Making it eye catching to those around him when he was in such close proximity to his husband. Something he hadn't thought twice about the previous day. It was amazing the light, bubbling emotions.

The infectious light hearted sensations that came after a scene with his husband. The bliss that could be given to him effortlessly in the hours afterwards. The days. Even if it meant he was teased, taunted, and playfully made the butt of the joke. Even if it meant having questions being thrown at him after an interaction with Hizashi. What did it matter if there was a faint tremble to his legs when he stood too long? If he seemed lost in his own mind? If he had to battle off that heat burning in the back of his neck?

To keep that blush from rushing to his cheeks when his thoughts dared to betray him? When his mind threatened to drift lazily to Thursday night? Not another soul needed to know where his mind was. Where he was emotionally even if it was blatantly, disgustingly obvious to those around him. Undeniable he was in a brighter, better mood. If anything, in his moments alone, he liked to think on their few risqué they'd had as of late. Since the blonde had gotten the greenlight that they could restart their sex life.

The weeks before it. There was so much his foggy mind was happy to marvel over. To drown in as he replayed the moments to himself when alone. It had him awed to recall the blatant trust they held for one another in those moments. The trust he placed into his husband's hands without having to vocalize. To reinforce what the other already knew. To know going into the bedroom to try something new that he was safe to put his trust in his husband. That both held trust in their roles together and the weight of them.

The easy back and forth that kept everything healthy. How it was so easy to keep it even between them. It was effortless after so many years together to keep from being a truly impactive or negative power struggle between them. To keep themselves from being thrown off kilter somehow. But if he had truly learned a thing it was that BDSM merely made that back and forth stronger. Made it solid in a way it hadn't truly had in the past. More tangible to emphasize the trust. Something they'd been trying to build further.

It had him over the moon. Disgustingly giddy over it when they returned home yesterday afternoon. All too delighted in letting Hizashi sweep him over thresholds up into his arms until they got to the bedroom to change. To work his husband's gelled hair down. There was a simplistic contentment to it all when he'd been tucked on the couch next to his husband. A few hours alone to relish in the afterglow euphoria that gave everything that optimistic outlook. A softness to the world around them from that bliss.

There was always a sense of adoration when he saw those spots of color pop on his husband's freckled cheeks. The sparkling affection in those green eyes when he caught them lingering over him before they met his boldly. Smiling at him softly with all the warmth in the world. Like he had a secret he was contemplating telling him about. A secret that was only a matter of time before the blonde was letting him in on. It was a look that never failed to make his stomach flutter or have his heart jumping to his throat.

It was a lovesick look to his husband's face that he truly never could get enough of. It was something he had the privilege of seeing thousands of times before yet still had him riveted. Honored to have such a look aimed at him. And if letting himself be fucked with a damn sex machine and bondage did it? If accepting the aftercare that had him melting against the shower walls had Hizashi happy? Gave him that absolutely besotted expression? Well, dammit he'd happily go out of his way to make his husband just as happy.

To share in that disgustingly cliché lovesick feeling together. He knew he was no better. Just as lovesick. Just as besotted with the blonde in that disgusting manner. God knows there was nothing he loved more than the adoration passed between them in that blissful afterglow. To let himself be openly affectionate with his husband while they were at home. Delighting in each hum he got when he followed after his husband to climb into his lap. Tucking his head beneath his chin to pepper his throat in soft kisses.

When he shuffled up behind the blonde to curl his arms around his waist to nuzzle the back of his shoulder. All actions done thoughtlessly that he knew had Hizashi over the moon over. Was overjoyed to receive it if the way those hands clutched him closer said anything. The arms thrown around him to hug him tightly to his husband's chest spoke volumes as that affection was returned. Displays of that adoration, that affection, leaving him a damn fool under it. Melting the second the warmth of it was washing over him.

They were displays Eri watched with such awe as her eyes widened at them both. A sparkle to them as if they had just hung the moon and stars in the kitchen for her to admire before dashing off. Displays that, quite humorously, had Hitoshi putting on that disgusted response. Insisting "grown men" shouldn't be displaying such shameless, teenager-esque PDA. In the kitchen no less. Other times, the indigo-haired teen seemed to delight in that wicked teasing when he "caught" them trading a few of those nose nuzzles.

The pecking kisses being placed onto pink cheeks. It never came across as malicious but rather it fueled his husband's fire to be more open with their emotions. Both seeming to feed off of the put on dramatization of reactions. As if there was a challenge given. Something the blonde took up from the indigo-haired teenager. It had the blonde coaxing up their PDA around the house within reason with a cheek kisses and hugs. Casual touches together that never toed the line of severely inappropriate.

Rather it was usual displays they gave effortlessly but God knows Hitoshi never failed to react as if he were scandalized. As if he had been presented with a severed head rather than affection. It always had him snickering when Hizashi dared to croon that soon enough he'd be just as sickening with Denki. Always kicking up that bickering insistence where the indigo-haired teenager denied it. A response to which Hizashi "promised" it'd happen. It was something that didn't falter in occurring each morning he was home.

This morning had been no different. Saturday mornings were lazy. Quiet. Mornings when they got to sleep in as late as they desired given his husband always came home at the crack of dawn with the need to make up for his sleep. It was only after noontime when he had seen Eri off with Midoriya and Togata did he put the coffee pot on as he made his way through. Making his way to the bedroom once again where he had found Hizashi rolling over. Stretching before holding his hands out towards him.

Opening and closing insistently with a deafening, tired whine leaving his husband. He happily let himself fly over to the bed for a few stolen moments twisted together. Idle conversation being had in sign language with an easy back and forth until he'd heard the coffee machine beeping faintly. Pouring cups that were sipped at idly. It was pure irony the second Hizashi was nuzzling his neck did Hitoshi thump down the stairs. A dramatized sour look on his face that had Hizashi grinning when Hitoshi "scolded" the both of them.

As if they were the handsy teenagers in the home. It was only then that the indigo-haired teen had announced he'd be out and be back at curfew. Denying any assumptions he was meeting Denki before leaving out the front door. It was always an effortless exchange with their son when the teen was long since accustomed to being independent. Ready to fly out of the house at a moment's notice. It had been a calming day with their coffees being refilled before he was coaxed to the living room for the afternoon.

Breaking away briefly when Hizashi had gotten up to go put his hearing aids in. From there, they had both settled down where the blonde begged to play a few rounds of his game. Just like that afternoon with the cockwarming, he'd been all too happy to curl up on his husband's lap. To let arms squeeze around him when the game was booted up. While the blonde happily played his game. And he was content. Happy to be tucked in his husband's lap as he buried his face into his shoulder before resting his head against it.

His forehead to the side of his neck as he watched the gameplay for that first hour tucked away beneath the blonde's chin. Twirling blonde locks idly. It was hard to believe it when an hour had slipped past them effortlessly with that quiet gameplay. The bowl being passed back and forth between them. He knew they'd need to air the house out as soon as possible if Nemuri couldn't watch Eri for the night. But it was something to worry about later. When she texted back. In a few hours when they were airing out the house.

For now, he simply wanted to relax. Melting into his husband as the warmth radiating off of him provided that comfort. Tipping his head slightly against his husband had allowed him to catch that faint scent of his cologne. Clinging in vain to his skin with its woodsy scent. Something with sandalwood if he remembered right. It was amazing. How long they had been sitting here had no impact on him. Twenty minutes or two hours, it didn't matter. He tugged absent mindedly at the lock of hair between his fingers.

A weak movement he wasn't sure his husband could guarantee he felt. He let the lock slither over his fingers slickly as he twirled it around them. The quiet clicks of the controller melted in with the soft sounds of the game play that held his attention at intervals. Looking up curiously now and again before contenting himself to the lock of hair held in his grasp. He'd let Eri and his husband convince him to paint his nails again the previous night. A matte black and pink that he'd playfully hemmed and hawed over.

However, he knew it made them happy. Sitting on either side of him as he listened to Hizashi instruct their daughter on how to paint nails. Gentle, affirming instructions she had followed on his right hand while Hizashi did his left. A rather fun night for Eri as Hitoshi had observed off to the side before the white-haired girl had turned on him. Letting the lock flip between his fingers, he gave another soft tug on it as the matte black glowed up at him. Was he tired? Or merely lethargic with that contentment?

Truly, completely relaxed? Would that be from the warmth radiating off of his husband or the bowls he'd hit previously? He knew it was more than likely to debate which it could be, but it was an interesting game he played. Curious to see if his foggy, lazy mind could pick out the exact reason to that odd fatigue tugging at him. There could be a multitude of answers. Any answer could be used to pin it but his brain was happy to chalk it up to the high that had it spinning. Weightless when he shifted his head.

He just knew it would intensify if he lifted away from his husband's shoulder. Curling the lock around his fingers, his lashes fluttered as they dipped slightly. Jerking them back up, he tightened his hold on his husband's shirt with his right hand. Tightening the twist of fabric around his fingers when he let out a slow breath at the soft press of lips against his head. Slow, even breaths warming the top of his head as they ruffled his hair gently. He could happily fall asleep like this. Drift off right now if he wanted.

Let himself drop into the fatigue that always chased after him when he smoked. Something that helped aid him in falling asleep the second his head touched the pillow. Knocking him out cold. This was merely the perfect spot to fall asleep right now yet fought that fatigue. The familiar urge to let himself nod off. To let Hizashi carry him to bed for an impromptu nap before Eri and Hitoshi inevitably came home. He couldn't let himself fall asleep now. Not when he had plans for how he wanted this afternoon to go.

How he wanted to spend his Saturday afternoon with his husband while they had the time. Especially when his want, his idea, was rather simplistic in nature. Something so mundane that he knew Hizashi wouldn't turn his nose up at it. It was something he'd been playing with repeatedly since the night of their roleplay. Something he'd always been ready to speak out about only to change his mind. Opting to choose something riskier. Wanting to give his husband something better after the weeks spent clouded in that desperation.

Queening. Or rather face sitting as was also written next to it. It was what Hizashi had playfully called their "vanilla" options on the paper. But he didn't think it had to be vanilla. If anything, the events of last time and this time so far, it had taught him it was all about mood setting. It was about making it more than it seemed to be at first glance. It could be seen as plain or mundane, but he wanted to do it. The last time he could truly recall eating out his husband had been that night when they experimented with gag.

The aphrodisiac chocolates. There had always been a special pleasure about reversing it onto his husband. To eat out the blonde rather than have it be done to himself. To have the solid weight of Hizashi pinning his head down until his neck ached. Until the back of his head tingled from lying flat for so long. There was always something so good about it. About having the reminder that no matter how slenderly proportioned his husband was that he was just as heavy. Just as capable of suffocating him with that angle.

And it was this idea that had him toying with the idea of bringing it up once more. To finally spit out what he wanted rather than biting his tongue in favor of something else. There was nothing horribly kinky about it. Nothing so disgusting it would make Hizashi scoff or look at him with disgust. Nothing so outlandish it would have the blonde questioning him so why? Why had he bit his tongue so long? Kept the idea to himself? For fear that it was a vanilla option? That he wouldn't be able to properly touch his husband?

He had not a clue what the holdup had been. Why he had been so worried about bringing it up with the blonde the way he had been the past few months. Why was he hesitant about asking to do it? There had been years in the past to prove how much Hizashi approved of it. That he loved it so where was that hesitation coming from? Hell, he remembered he was the first one to bridge that first time it. It took him a bit to realize he blamed the timing. Hesitating over one of the simplistic choices to which he'd change his mind.

Ask to do something else. Worried over a reaction for something he was so ready for. He'd had the thought on a back burner since their roleplay. That desire to return that action to his husband. After all, Hizashi had never been hesitant on letting him know he loved it. Just as much as he did. When that hand would come back to shove him tightly to the blonde's skin. Suffocating slightly from the way hips ground back as that hand forced him forward. A tight press. He didn't do it nearly enough despite wanting it.

It was a surprisingly easy thing to come to a decision about the previous night when he'd had the familiar handful of hours alone. To think while Hizashi was at work before he was waking to the blonde crawling into bed with him. He only needed to say what he wanted from the blonde. He only needed to vocalize that want without that old worry he'd be rejected for something they both enjoyed. To speak up and he'd get it. It wasn't always about timing yet he clung to that excuse. There was no need to be worried over it.

There was nothing he loved more than to eat out his husband whenever he could. To have the privilege of getting moans out of his husband when he inevitably used his fingers. Ground them into his prostate to give a pleasure he knew Hizashi didn't experience often. How could he possibly be nervous about something he already knew how to do? Something he was more knowledgeable about than everything else on their list. And truly? It was all he wanted. God, it had been so long since he'd had the chance.

Had the opportunity return the favor to his husband. Since he had the chance to eat out the blonde with so vigorously it had his husband shouting louder anything. To get the praises he wanted from the blonde. To unravel his husband for once in the wake of their shared euphoria. Something to truly lose them both in one more time. One more shove to make that high all the worth it even if they'd come crashing down hard. It was ridiculous he had felt any amount of nervousness over asking his husband.

Bringing the topic of wanting that simplistic pleasure with him. It was what he wanted, vanilla or not, so who was to turn their nose up at it? It's not as if Hizashi would deny the all too clear fact he liked it just as much. All he had to do was open his mouth and say something about it to his husband. And what better time than while he was curled up on his lap? When the high from taking hits off of the purple bowl on the table over the past hour or two. Higher than kites, Hizashi would no doubt say later on.

It was easy to be confident in that high state of mind. When he was floating in his own head with a weightlessness that had his stomach fluttering. Excitement twisting into him in bursts so intense it threatened to choke him. Drown him under its way while he debated. A completely useless back and forth over asking his husband. A silly argument with himself as he debated how to say it to his husband. When. To be prepared for a wild array of emotions that could possibly come from his loud husband.

Licking his lips, he dragged his teeth over his bottom lip lightly before biting at the softer skin below it. Nibbling lightly at his skin as he fought that awful habit of his that always had Hizashi rebuking him. To bit and pick at the soft skin beneath his bottom lip or his inner cheek. That odd nervousness had him tensing his thighs briefly. Knees rubbing together after thudding together with a soft thud when he did so. Holding himself still as he got a shift from his husband beneath him. Prompting him to shift as well.

Releasing that nibbling bite, he tightened his holds on his husband once more. On the lock of hair twisting around the fingers of his right hand while his left twisted to grab at the fabric of his husband's sweater. So warm. He was so unbelievably warm curled up here against the blonde. Being held tight, tight, tight when those arms squeezed him gently intermittently. Tugging on the blonde lock in his grasp weakly once more earned him a hum. Arms tightening around him when he glanced over instinctively.

Looking the TV when the sounds of the gameplay became muffled. The pause screen up when the controller was placed down with arms curling around him tightly once more. Giving him a rush of that warmth at the tight squeeze as he curled against the blonde only to get a soft a hum from him. Hands slid along his lower back and waist respectively in time with one another. Tingles. It had him squirming slightly when the blonde's knees bounced lightly beneath him. Jiggling him hesitantly when he fidgeted again.

"Hey, you still with me, baby?" Letting out a lazy hum, arms tightened around him with a hand coming up to coax his hair away from his shoulder. His neck. A soft trailing of fingers along his jaw had him pressing his face into his husband's neck in a nuzzle that earned him a soft chuckle from the blonde. "You getting hungry at all? Bored? Want another hit off of the bowl before we start talkin' dinner?"

"I can go for food in a bit." Shifting his weight slightly, he felt arms squeezing around his waist. His upper back as fingers slid over his hair in a caress that had him pulling at the lock of golden blonde hair slithering through his fingers when he nuzzled at the blonde. Pressing a soft kiss to the warmth of the skin when he twisted in the blonde's lap. "Shotgun me? I don't feel like hitting it myself."

"You're just being lazy, aren't you?" The corners of his mouth twitched up into a grin when he pressed a kiss to that fluttering pulse point beneath his jaw. Feeling Hizashi shift forward in their seat as arms uncurled from around him prompting his hands to tighten on their holds. Releasing the lock to grab at a shoulder to keep himself stable as he watched hands darting out. Plucking up the purple bowl and lighter when his husband hummed. "I don't blame you though! It's been a quiet day, huh?"

"It's been nice but I think we should do something with the kids. Feels like they're always running outta the house lately, doesn't it?" He got a hum from his husband in response to the mumble leaving him. Muffled against the warmth of Hizashi's throat when he gave another nuzzle. Watching idly as the blonde tapped lightly at the remainder in the bowl. He lifted his head from the blonde's shoulder with a grunt from his husband. Shifting backwards in their seat, he tugged at a lock. "We'll figure it out later, yeah?"

There was a sparkle to that gaze when his husband smiled at him. Spots of color blooming over freckled cheeks from the warmth radiating off of the heaters leaving the room hot. His own cheeks felt flushed, yet he'd been chalking it up to the high until now. The warmth of his husband. The bowl was then raised up with a thumb pressed to the wheel of the lighter. "Of course we will! Eri's been bummed about the snow melting but we'll do something! Something she'll find just as fun! Now, you ready?"

Nodding, he lifted his right arm up to curl around the blonde's shoulders. Tugging him close, he watched lips parting as the bowl was raised up. The flick of the wheel was loud over the soft music of the TV as the flame jumped to life. Touched to the remainders in the bowl, his husband took a slow breath that had the weed glowing up at him. Sparks of red before it was pulled it away quickly with thin wisp of smoke rising from the bowl itself. The bright red glow fading away as his husband leaned towards him.

There was a sparkle to that gaze and a twitch of his lips. A decent hit it was going to be, that's for sure. He parted his lips to open his mouth quickly, welcoming the touch of those soft lips to his as they pressed against his. A shiver ran down his back as he lifted his left hand from its place down near his husband's stomach. Lifting up to brush fingertips along that pink cheek before shifting his hand to press his palm to it. Sliding his thumb below the bottom rim of his glasses when Hizashi exhaled slowly into his mouth.

And he happily inhaled the smoke just as slowly. Dragging it down with that thickness to get his chest aching. Scratching on its way down, he felt his head spin when arms tightened around his waist. Holding him close, close, close as that plume of smoke was blown into his mouth. Eagerly dragging it down into his lungs. So warm, warm, warm the room was. Heat flickered under his skin idly when he clutched at his husband with hands kneading at his lower back. Inhaling slowly as Hizashi blew out the last bit of smoke.

He then held it down. Making his chest unbearably tight, he moved his tongue with that faint twist of desire when he caught a hum. Surprise when he touched the tip of his tongue to Hizashi's lightly. He was suffocating with that smoke clawing at his chest. Trying to make its way back out as he gave himself a moment to flick at that metal ball of his husband's piercing. Feeling the blonde's tongue moving to slid against his as he let that smoke rush out through his nose. It burned. Burned horribly through his nose.

But it was easy to ignore when a breath trembled over his cheek as he exhaled through his nose. Pushing out that cloud of thick smoke out of him as he listened to the light click of his husband's piercing hitting off of teeth. A thrilling sound as he rolled soothing circles into his husband's warm cheekbone. The blush beneath his palm was warm. There was a scratch at the back of his throat as he gave a few playful flicks that had Hizashi's flicking back. Receiving a rub of the bottom ball against the top of his tongue.

Kneading at his back in gentle circles that had him melting against his husband as he pushed out the rest of the smoke. Then he felt a violent scratch in the back of his throat forcing him to pull back. Lips smacking as they broke apart, he gasps in only for it to fly out on a wracking cough. Gasping in a breath only for another cough to fly out of him as Hizashi cleared his throat before giving a few coughs himself. Bouncing lightly with the force of his coughs, he pulled his hand away from his husband's shoulder.

Pressing the backs of his fingers to his lips, he felt tears pricking at the corner of his eyes as he coughed. Was it a bigger hit than he expected? Perhaps. But God if it didn't have his head spinning as he hacked his coughs with hands kneading at his lower back comfortingly when he tensed. His face felt hot. Uncomfortably hot as he sucked in a breath only to cough as he reached for his drink on the table. Noticing the tremor to his hand, he lifted the cup up to gulp at the water before lowering it as a droplet ran down his chin.

Holding himself still as he could when Hizashi coughed into his elbow. Nowhere near as wracking yet he could feel a light bounce from the force of his husband's hacking coughs. A strength to them that had tears popping up as they clung onto blonde lashes. He blinked to clear the small droplets clinging to his own lashes. Once his husband's head raised from his elbow, he held the glass out which prompted an arm to uncurl from his waist. Taking the cup, Hizashi drained it rather quickly before clearing his throat.

Once it was handed back to him, he reached forward to place it onto the coffee table with a light thud. Hizashi then leaned back to rest against the couch with a raspy sigh. Pulling him to his chest with a slide over the blonde's thighs as knees bounced up to coax him back faster. He was all too happy to curl against his husband when he reached up cup that flushed cheek once again. Sliding his thumb lightly along his cheekbone, he let his gaze flicker down to note the dampness to his husband's lips. Glistening faintly.

He leaned in to avoid covering those damp lips. Not yet. Instead, he peppered his lips in fluttering kisses to the freckles on the blonde's cheeks. The bridge of his nose as a giggle left his husband with that hoarse, breathless quality to get his stomach flipping. Causing havoc on him when he peppered that flushed face in kisses that had arms tightening around him. Holding him close, close, close as he peppered soft kisses that rewarded him with giggles. A sweet sound from his husband that had his heart skipping.

Moving down as he kissed at his husband's flushed cheek which lifted beneath his lips. Smiling giddily at him when he pulled back only to fly forward to target the smattering of freckles along the bridge of his nose again. Slipping his thumb beneath the rim of his glasses, he wiped away the small tears clinging to his lashes. Moving over, he nudged the red frames up to press his lips to the corner of his eye. Smearing away the small droplets that clung in vain to his blonde lashes with a softer kiss to the spot.

The faint salty taste a mere trace that disappeared quickly when he fluttered his lips down. Ignoring the faint dampness clinging to the corners of his eyes in favor of kissing that reddening cheek. Another of those breathless giggles left his husband he pulled back to be greeted by that sweet smile. Adoring. Absolutely giddy with a sparkle to that gaze when he leaned forward. Letting himself give in to the quiet desire. Pressing kisses to those damp lips with one, two, pecks before his husband was deepening that third one.

Lips slid lazily against his with the aid of the dampness making it slick. Smacks ringing out as he tightened his arm around his husband's shoulders once more with fingers flexing out to curl locks around them. Tugging idly had his husband's hand sliding along his thigh. Making its way back up towards his waist where the blonde tugged at the hem of his shirt. Flipping it up, fingertips brushed over his waist before sneaking his hand up beneath his shirt. Chilly against his skin, it had him shivering at the touch.

Catching the quiet whisper of that brushing palm had his stomach flipping. An idle, slow caress of his waist that had him sliding his thumb against Hizashi's warm cheek. Moving his lips with that lazy speed, he couldn't help but admire the softness to those lips. The warmth of them as they slid slickly against his. The delight in feeling them melt to shape and curve to fit his own for that comfortable fit with each slick caress to his. God, he loves it. Loves having this man's hands on him. The softness of his lips.

The feel of him against him whether it's merely lounging in bed together or twisted up like this on the couch. The brush of his husband's soft palm over his waist had tingles happily racing under his skin as he tugged at the locks he had wrapped around his fingers. Now. Now needed to be the time for him to pull back and say something. To say it now. Yet he couldn't stop himself from chasing after another kiss. Another slick caress of those soft lips against his that was punctuated with a slick smack.

A hitching breath fanned over his hot cheek when nails grazed lightly over his skin with another caress. Curling ever so slightly, he shuddered as he rolled soft circles into his husband's warming cheek. Hot. It had his own breath hitching on an inhale when the hand on his waist paused to knead at him gently. Squeeze him close when the hand on his back swept up the center of it prompting him to arch. Another hitching breath threatening to choke him as he twisted towards the blonde. Tightening his arm around his shoulder.

He then moved cautiously. Sliding his legs from their stretched out position where his feet braced to the arm. Moving slowly as to keep lips from breaking away from his when the arm around him tightened. He squirmed with a quiet grunt when he curled his legs closer to him. Pressing his feet pressing into the cushion to adjust his squirm. He shifted with another grunt before pulling from the kiss with a sharp smack. Taking a breath to calm himself as he shifted when hands slid over him allowing him to move.

Releasing tight holds as he shifted to swing his left leg over the blonde's lap. Settling down in a proper sitting position as hands grabbed at his waist. Pulling him to sit comfortably in his lap with a tight press that had him all too delighted to lean in when lips fluttered over his jaw. Hands slipped under the hem of his shirt with palms brushing over his waist in a caress that had him shivering. Lips crawled up his cheek to which he turned his head to catch them once again. Letting out a sigh through his nose at the soft touch.

Hands moved in that same idle, slow manner with nails grazing over skin lightly intermittently as his hands buried themselves into his hair. Twisting the silky locks around his fingers as they slithered and spilled over the backs of his hands. Lips moved against his with the same lazy speed allowing him to admire that warmth. The softness that came with each slide against his as he sank against his husband. The smacks of their moving lips filling the space effortlessly much like the muted music of the game behind them.

Warm breaths fanned over his hot cheek as a spring in the cushion groaned lightly. A protest to the weight pressing down into it when he squirmed. A crackling hum left his husband as palms brushed over his waist before sliding upwards. Sliding along his sides before dropping back down to his waist. An easy, alternating circuit along his waist and upwards sweeps. He scratched lightly at his husband's scalp earning himself a shiver from the blonde. It was all an escalation that he hadn't accounted for when going into this.

But God, he didn't mind it. Those lazy kisses being traded had him electrified. Flying under his skin as he felt that flickering heat bursting beneath the surface of it. Sinking low to a faint smolder along his bones. Fizzling weakly with the intent to grab at him the moment it was possible. He could happily spend the rest of his afternoon just like this. Tucked away in his husband's lap with those soft lips sliding against him with that sharp smack. Mixing in with the soft whisper of palms sliding along his waist and sides.

It had him humming softly when hands swept down his sides to grab at his waist to twist his hips down firmly against the blonde. Arching forward in a twist had chests pressing tightly together with that sudden pull. It resulted in the blonde being pinned to the back of the couch. There was a hitch to the breaths against his cheek as he tugged lightly on the blonde locks wrapped around his fingers. There was something absolutely thrilling about smoking the afternoon away with his husband like this.

Watching him game before he joined in on a match or two as the game was switched out. To let himself be pulled on his lap only to end up in one of these lazy, sluggish make outs that had his toes curling. There was a ping of a phone behind them yet it was easy to overlook in the moment. If it was Nemuri she'd either spam with texts that would have phones pinging back to back as she alternated. If she really wanted to get in contact, then she'd call one of them. Tightening his hold on the silk soft locks.

Hands slid along his waist before curving back. Fanning over his lower back, they slipped beneath his shirt causing it to bunch with an upwards sweep of those hands. Coaxing him to arch forward as tingles raced under his skin only to pool into his stomach. Kindling to the start of that familiar ache as his breath hitched then shuddered out of him. Every day used to be just like this. A lazy afternoon with a bowl passed back and forth with shotguns given freely by himself to the blonde. Accepting them from his husband.

Lazy make outs together until Hizashi was sweeping him up into his arms. Or, if that laziness prevailed, it'd be right there. It never mattered where they were if the mood was right according to his husband. And it was something that he could happily agree with. There had been so many instances in their youth viewed with that philosophy. It didn't matter where in their apartment they were, if they could do it, they would. If they were determined enough. It was a thrill back then like none other when it had been fresh.

New. When they'd been the epitome of reckless idiocy. There was nothing he'd love more than to spend every afternoon just like this. The way they used too. Nails grazed lightly over his skin tearing a low hum out of himself when he shivered at the tingles racing under his skin from the action. Hizashi shifted beneath him slightly when hands slid down to his waist where they pulled at him lightly. It had his stomach flipping at the subtle change to that lazy speed of their kisses. A firmer touch of those warm lips to his.

Something he was more than delighted to return. The speed changing from sluggishly lazy to slow. Firm, slow slides that had him shuddering at the flicker of heat beneath his skin as he tugged at the blonde locks in his grip earning himself a quiet whine from his husband. Shivers raced down his back when he felt another fidget of his husband beneath him. Subtle. And then hips were arching up to press against him tightly. Settling into a subtle side-to-side rocking against him when hands kneaded at his waist.

He tightened his arms around his shoulders as he rocked his hips down against the blonde earning himself another shudder. Trembling breaths fanned over his cheek as hands squeezed at him gently before resuming that idle caress along his waist. Up to his sides. Slow. Easy. God, everything was absolutely perfect. Something he couldn't imagine getting any better. There was no rush, no desperation, no heat clouding everything making it a mess of fumbling hands. Eagerness that had him whining and whimpering.

Falling apart. Not yet, at least. But God, he loved both scenarios. Couldn't get enough of the blonde's palms brushing over his skin feed into a thrumming wave of tingles. The slow caress of those soft, warm lips against his. He'd heard Hizashi lamenting his own thinner lips countless times over the years much like he'd complained about being thinner. Having a flat ass. Small things that couldn't be changed without additional weight gain or lip fillers. He'd made it very blatant to his husband that he didn't need lip fillers.

Didn't need a different ass to be proud of. They all went with his proportions so why be ashamed of it? Why feel self-conscious about some of the very things that made up everything he loved? Everything wanted? And so, the blonde seemed to decide over the years to enhance what he had. After he had gotten his braces removed, the blonde became hypervigilant about his lip care. Much like how his hair care routine suddenly became everything with the hairspray and gel. The beginning of that silly cockatoo hairstyle.

However, it had led to an amazing hair, lip, and skin care routine that had his husband so soft. Silky against him. When he waxed it was only ever made better given that his routine was upped. Additions made to it. But with his arms and armpits being the only thing he shaved in recent times? He was still so soft. Supple under his hands and he fucking loves it. Even the caress of those soft lips had his heart sprinting wildly against his chest. Pumping that delight, that desire, through him as it twisted weakly.

Making itself known much like the ache twisting down low in his stomach with each rock of his hips down. Tightening his arms around the blonde, hands slipped up his back once more with hips rocking up against him had his stomach flipping. Dropping airily as a quiet groan squeezed itself free from his aching throat. Scratchy from his coughing fit minutes ago yet it merely had hands sweeping down his back to squeeze at his waist. Thumbs rolling soothing circles into him as he rocked down against the blonde.

Using his weight delightedly to force Hizashi's hips down. It had a groan flying out of his husband that sent a shock of heat down his back as he shuddered. Pressing down firmly against the blonde, his dick twitched curiously as he rocked his hips down with that subtle laziness. A gentle back and forth that had him squirming slightly against the blonde. Clutching at those golden locks with hands sliding up and down his sides in another caress. Up and down, up and down, up and down before hands trailed down.

Squeezing at his moving hips with a pressure that had him shuddering. Tingles rushed under his skin only to pool into him with a warmth that had his breath stuttering. Hitching as that smolder raced along his bones with a new intensity to it as he another quiet groan left himself. Strained. Hoarse. Maybe it was the high making it better. Maybe it was the blissful euphoria shrouding them the past two days. He had not a clue if it could have a source but God if he didn't love having those hands brushing over his skin.

The soft caress of those palms. The feel of those hips rocking up against him idly. It felt good . Had him dizzy under the twisting of desire that left him warm. Flushed as he moved his lips with Hizashi's when he got a fast sigh fanning over his cheek. Hands squeezed at his hips again causing his rocking to stutter when he squirmed. A sharp breath flew out of him when thumbs rolled their soothing circles into him. Fuck him, it had him thrumming with that excitement. The desire that had him growing warmer.

Hotter.

The blonde then slid his hands up from his hips up towards his waist where they slid up his sides. A sweeping caress that had him shuddering as he scratched at his husband's scalp before giving a tug on the locks. It was a sharp pull that had Hizashi's head tipping back into his hands ever so slightly. A new angle that allowed him perfect access as he moved his lips against those soft ones. Relishing in the way they melted against his with that sharp smack. With another sharp yank, it had his husband groaning at him.

Doing so with a startling volume to which he hummed quietly as he rolled his hips down briefly against his husband. Lazy circles that had the groan cresting up in volume as hands tightened on his waist. Holding him close, close, close as breaths fanned over his cheek in a sharp exhalation. Hips arching up beneath him when he sank back into that idle rocking as he whined at the drag of nails over his waist. Pressing his lips firmly to Hizashi's, he felt the faint nudge of those frames against his eyebrow.

Against his cheekbone but it did little to deter him. A familiar sensation as he let out a short hum only for his breath to fly out of him just as sharply. Being moved towards the cushion next to them as the blonde shifted him carefully. There was a quiet grunt as he was laid on his back with his legs moving quickly. Lips broke away once again with a sharp smack as he spread his legs awkwardly in the space. His foot pressed to the coffee table's edge and his left knee to the back of their cushion where it dug in.

A quick adjustment that allowed Hizashi to settle down between his legs. A hand pressed to the cushion as the blonde then moved down as he used his hold on the blonde locks to tug. Coaxing him down as his foot threatened to slip from its braced position against the edge of the coffee table. Melting as lips came down on his with a slide to get him squirming when hips angled downwards. Pressing tightly to his own as he moved his lips with Hizashi's with that slick, sharp smack punctuating each slide.

It had his stomach dropping as he pressed his head back slightly against the arm rest to tip his face up. Making that kiss easier with the angle. Scratching at his husband's scalp once more, he felt hips picking up that idle rocking once more. Something he delightedly began to copy when he joined in with it once more. Arching his up to join in that back and forth, back and forth, back and forth that had his dick twitching with interest at the pressure. The feeling of the blonde pressing him down tightly to the couch.

The feeling of those hips as they moved against him. His breath trembled in before he dragged them in faster through his nose. Warm, warm, warm. Hot. Shortening breaths fanned over his cheek, identical to his own racing ones. The blonde's free hand then lifted to rest on his waist. Sliding along it in that same idle caress that had him tingling. Thrumming. God, it was amazing. So unbelievably good as lips pressed down firmly against his as he tightened his grip on the golden blonde locks. Clutching him close, close, close.

Rocking his hips up with that spark of eagerness at the tight press of his husband's hips. Shallow breaths fanned over his cheek when he yanked at his hair sharply. Earning himself an arch of his back that had them pressing tightly together from chest to hip. Oh, it was good. His head was spinning weakly as he sank into that weightless haze. The sprinting of his heart was sickening when paired with his dropping stomach from the excitement of it all. The high. A hum from the blonde had him snapping to attention.

Tearing himself out of his lazy thoughts as he threw himself into that upwards rock against him. Into the kiss once more as he began to work his left hand from the blonde locks. Carefully, the soft slither of hair over the back of his hand had him humming back at him. Tugging his hand free, he dropped it down from around his husband's shoulder. Reaching down towards his waist where he flipped up the hem of Hizashi's thin blouse. Trailed his fingertips over the warmth of his husband's waist earning himself a shudder.

Twisting down against him with a whine, the blonde sped up that rocking. Quicker. He giddily followed along as he took the initiative to also increase the speed of their kisses. A quick speed as that sharp smack rang out as he allowed that desire to bleed through. The arousal twisting into him as that heat swelled underneath his skin. Brushing his fingertips along his waist again, he slipped his hand up beneath it to sweep up his side. It had his husband whining at him again when he arched his back down against him.

Pinning him to the cushion tearing a moan out of him. Scratching at his scalp with his right hand, he dragged his nails over the skin of his husband's side earning himself a moan back. An airy sound that had him shuddering as he tightened his holds on his husband. A tight press that had him breathless as he rocked his hips quickly with Hizashi's with an arch up to reaffirm that tight press. He was hot. It was so hot with the radiator so close to the couch yet the heat radiating off of Hizashi did little to help.

It had him squirming with a whimper when hips thrusted down against him before rolling against him. Grinding. Shivers raced up his back as his thighs twitched as if to spread wider. Impossible when his foot was braced to the coffee table's edge and the other pinned to the back of the couch. It was exciting. Grinding his hips up against the blonde earned him another moan as he squirmed. Shallow breaths rasping through his nose as he clutched his husband down tightly. Sliding his hand from his waist up along his side.

It had the blonde squirming and twisting against him as hips thrusted down. Pinning his lower half down to keep him from moving as his dick twitched excitedly. A keening moan ripped out of him at the harsh, tight circles his husband used in his grinding as lips moved against his quickly. The heat of it scalding him as his stomach dropped with that arousal. Lust. Hungry for more, more, more from his husband. To take his chance while he had it right now before his husband could suggest something else sexually.

He wanted nothing more than to have that tight press against him keeping his head pinned down. To feel that tight grinding down against his damn face suffocating him. The passion, the lust, bled into the kiss feeding into that quiet urgency as he ground his hips eagerly. Moved the best he could in the pinned position beneath Hizashi's. Hot, hot, hot. Sliding his hand along Hizashi's side, he swept it down towards his waist earning himself a shudder. A reedy whimper from his husband when he thrusted his hips up.

Pushing against the tight press which allowed him a small give to raise them up. Grinding in time with his husband as a hand slid along his waist. The cushion dipping when Hizashi leaned onto the hand braced onto it. Pressing lightly at the back of his head, he silently prompted for that hard press. A kiss to make his lips ache long before he was laying out on the bed. He groaned at the blonde when he got the tight back and forth slide against him. His dick giving a volley of twitches as the hand on his thigh squeezed firmly.

Tingles racing under his skin had him squirming restlessly. Arching when that hand slid up his thigh quickly to curve beneath him in a slight caress. Reaching what he could to coax him up as he bucked his hips. It had the blonde groaning above him as hips slid against him firmly to which that hand fanned out on his lower back. Pressing him up against him tightly. Shuddering, he kept his hips arched up allowing the blonde to continue that tight sliding. It had him burning as he huffed his breaths through his nose desperately.

Digging his nails into the blonde's waist earned him a moan. Encouraging him to keep on. It had him squirming when the hand on his lower back moved forward along his waist where it slid beneath his shirt. Pushing it up exposing his stomach causing him to shudder at the attack of cool air against it. It was pushed up until fingers brushed against a hardening nipple tearing a whimper out of him. Bucking against his husband, he ground himself to the blonde when fingers flicked at his nipple again before coming together to pinch.

Hard. Harder, harder, harder did those fingers pinch at him until he was crying out. A loud sound yet happily forgot it as he broke the kiss to press his head to the arm rest despite that discomfort. Gasping as lips trailed down in fluttering kisses to his chin. Hips abandoning that back and forth slide to grind in tight circles against him again. With a sharp yank at his nipple, he arched his back up with another cry ripping itself free as lips trailed down towards his throat. Soft kisses that had him shuddering as he felt that rush.

Blood moving down so fast he swore it burned through his veins as his dick twitched again as his hips were pinned down to the cushion. Squirming, he twitched his hips up only to have Hizashi pressed down harder. Keeping his movement to a slight wiggle. And God, he fucking loves it. Loves, loves, loves it. He gasped in his shallow, racing pants as he pulled fiercely at the silky soft locks in his grasp. Tearing a wild moan out of his husband as he thrusted down against him. Yanking at his nipple ruthlessly.

Oh, it had him twisting restlessly when he happily raked his nails along his husband's waist in response. Moaning out when the blonde ground against him with sparks of heat ripping up his back. Pooling into his stomach when his hardening dick twitched excitedly from that sensation. It was amazing. Absolutely delightful. He knew sex wasn't on his mind today but to eat out his husband? Oh, that was something he wanted. Something he wanted to do so badly it twisted into an ugly ache that gripped at him.

He whimpered when he felt another tight roll of those hips against him when teeth nipped at his Adam's Apple. Prompting his head to keep it's backwards press to the arm rest which he was more than happy to comply with. Twitching his hips beneath that tightly pinned position had his husband shuddering over him. Tightening his grips on his husband, he pressed his head back against the arm rest as lips trailed down his throat towards his chest. Pressing at the hint of collar bone revealed by the loose collar of his shirt.

God, those circles were driving him insane. Tight, grinding that had him whimpering loudly at his husband as he raked his nails up his side. It had a shrill, ear ringing whimper flying out of his husband in response when hips bucked down eagerly against him. He was burning hotter. Hotter, hotter and it was the fucking best. Soft kisses fluttered over the covered half of his chest as fingers twisted idly at his nipple. A light back and forth before giving a sharp pull that had his hips jerking in their pinned position.

Moaning at the blonde who whined into his chest as lips fluttered over his left nipple through the fabric of his shirt. His foot slipped off the edge of the table when he pressed against it instinctively. Looking for that leverage only for it to slide off of the edge with a thud as it slid over the carpet. The cup resting on it wobbling before falling with a cracking bang before rolling off the edge to the floor. Another muted thud. It was a domino effect that had his husband jumping when his head raised from his chest.

Eyes darting over the sudden change before turning to him only to send shivers down his back. The desire that had those pupils expanding rendering green irises to rings. Slivers of color. The blush smothered over freckled cheeks that stung at ears. Spread down to what he could see of his collar bones. The mussed appearance of his hair from his yanking, grabbing and twisting. He was beautiful with the light spilling through the window. Highlighting these smaller things of his husband's face that he adored.

Even light catching off of the earrings of his left ear. The hoops of his double helix. His lips parted when the blonde leaned forward when he pulled lightly. Lips came down to press against his once, twice, three times yet pulled away before he could deepen that fourth one. Hips ground down against him tearing a moan out of him when he raked his nails over Hizashi's scalp. Tearing a throaty moan from his husband when he yanked fiercely at the locks causing hips to jerk down against him eagerly.

Blonde brows squeezing together with a twitch before lips were crushing down on his. Moving in a sizzling kiss that had him whining with that unmistakable enthusiasm. The delight. Moving his lips in time with those crushing, quick kisses being given that he returned without a second thought. Shuddering when fingers pinched tightly at his nipple in a squeeze feeding into a bolt of pain. Burning. Oh, it had him moaning ecstatically at his husband. Once released, a ruthless flick was given to the lightly throbbing nipple.

Then that thumb sliding over it gently before pressing down. Giving firm rubs that had him arching his chest up with another moan flying out of him. Clutching at the golden blonde locks tightly in another yank had his husband moaning back deafeningly. Rolling his hips up in that grind had his husband jerking his down to pin him back in place. Unable to arch his hips from the cushion. Oh, it had heat ripping through him that resulted in his erection twitching excitedly. He wriggled his hips restlessly with a whine.

it merely had Hizashi reinforcing that press. Keeping him down to the couch with tight, controlled circles ground down against him tearing a whimper out of him. Clutching at his husband, he pulled his free hand from beneath his shirt to yank it up, up, up. Fanning his hand over the exposed skin of his back with a caress up to that sensitive spot between his shoulder blades. It had the blonde arching down against him with a throaty, snapping groan. And then hips moved with a strength that had his lashes fluttering.

Trembling against his his hot cheeks as he twisted eagerly beneath his husband with a keening moan leaving him. Shallow, rasping pants being taken by them both when the kiss was once again broken wit ha sharp smack allowing him to gasp in another breath. Forcing his trembling lashes up felt like a truly heroic effort when his husband was using that strength in his grinding. A hard pressure that had the familiar ache gripping his groin. Gripped his very bones as that heat swelled beneath his skin.

Raking beneath it insistently. It had him squirming when the blonde nipped at his bottom lip before pulling back as he whimpered when he got a thrust down against him. His thighs twitched again with that urge to spread wider. To give that open space effortlessly to his husband for a better angle. A better pleasure yet he couldn't. Not yet. Not on the cramped couch. Those dilated, dark eyes flickered over him with a subtle bob of that Adam's Apple. A shuddering breath left his husband when he wriggled his hips with a whine.

"God, you're so beautiful, you know that? So goddamn pretty I can't get enough of seeing you like this, Shouta. Such a lovely boy you are! " Whining in that shrill, cracking tone at his husband had lips twitching when hips reaffirmed their tight pin. "Or rather, a handsome man you are, huh? So worked up after a few kisses, aren't you? Do you wanna tell me what you want? What you need from me, baby?"

Now. Now, now, now. He needed to spit out what he wanted now rather than let it go on a second longer unspoken. It truly was silly to have held his tongue so long when he wanted to do this so badly. Swallowing, he shuddered when hips paused their strong grinding for that quick rocking to give him a reprieve. To gather his words together when he forced the words out. "I-I want to eat you out! I wa-want you to sit on my face! Please, please? Please, Zashi, let me?"

Oh, it had his lips twitching as his breath rushed out of him quickly at the surprise on his husband's face. The temptation he knew he laid by that glint to his eyes. He whined at the blonde as he arched his hips against the blonde's impatiently. There was another bob of that Adam's Apple in a bob when the blonde fidgeted over him. "You wanna do it that bad, huh? I'll have to do what you usually do, yeah? Get ready and make sure I'm clean but is that really what you want? All that you want? Or do you want more?"

"Yes! Yes, God, it-it's all I want! Been wantin' for weeks! I want you to sit on my fu-fuckin' face while I eat you out! Qu-Queening or whatever the fuck it's called!" Breathless. Urgently speaking as if the blonde would cut him off. Say not a moment's notice, yet he knew that wasn't at all what his husband would do. Not when the blonde shuddered when he tried to press his hips up. "Please? Please, let me? Le-Let me eat you out? Please, Zashi?"

A low groan left his husband when he squirmed with a jerk upwards of his hips getting Hizashi's pinned strength to lessen. Allowing him to arch up with an impatient wriggle before joining in with that quick rocking of his husband's hips. Holding onto him as he dragged his nails down his back causing him to arch forward. "We-Weeks, huh? Well, I suppose you've kept it to yourself long enough! You don't need to be embarrassed, baby, about wanting to do that! No need to pent it up that you're begging to do it!"

"I just-! I didn't think the timing was ever right!" A hum left his husband then as he rested his hand on the blonde's waist to give a squeeze. "I want too but I just felt like you'd want something more exciting than this, you know? I wanted to-to give you something hot first to make it all the more interesting! So I just didn't think I'd find the right time to say it and I-"

"Shouta, baby, it's okay!" There was a shift when that quick rocking came to a stop much to his surprise when a hand came up. Fingers brushing over his cheek before that soft palm was pressing to it. Cutting his sentence off as his throat tightened at the soft smile curling on his husband's lips. "If you want this then we do it! It doesn't have to be hot or risqué or bold! We do what we want and if we want to build up or skip around, it's fine! So long as we can feel good together, yeah?"

"Yes but-!"

"But what? Who cares if you want to eat me out and it seems plain, huh? I think that's pretty fucking sexy, baby, you know that? I think its fucking hot to sit and grind on this pretty face of yours and let you eat me out good the way I know you want too! So don't you go get turned around on me, okay? No matter what it is, it's always hot and its always bold! Sexy! So don't worry so much! Don't let your fussy get in the way! Now, let's go to the bedroom, yeah? Feel good together?"

Oh, it was melting him. It truly was ridiculous how easily he could not only see the ridiculousness of his hesitation but to have it rationalized away by his husband? It had his lips pinching together when the blonde's thumb traced along his scar prompting him to take a shuddering breath. And then he nodded as he began to untangle his hand from the blonde locks. Being mindful of the locks wrapped around his fingers. The gentle pulls had his husband shuddering, yet he got a beaming smile filled with that pride.

His husband pulled away then to push himself up and off the couch before pausing as he looked over his shoulder. Twisting to grab at the forgotten purple bowl left on the cushion behind them. Tucked against the arm rest, the blonde worked it free before palming it with that black remainders smearing over his fingers. With his clean hand, he happily jerked upwards to take it as his husband coaxed him off the couch. Tugging at his hand, he flew forward with the blonde in a flurry of thumping feet over the carpeted floor.

Leaving behind the muted music of the paused game on the tv as they flew into the hallway. Listening to the quiet rattle of a few smaller items littered about the hallway from the hard steps taken over the hardwood floor. Louder than that of the carpeted living room. Hizashi yanked at his hand again coaxing him to stumble a few steps forward when that stained hand reached out to grab at his waist. Stumbling over his feet, he was yanked towards the blonde as he was walked forward into the kitchen.

His socked feet slid over the tiles threatening to slip him up had it not been for Hizashi's hands on him. He hissed when his left heel slammed on the toes of his right foot sending pain throbbing over them viciously. Gritting his teeth over that pain, he caught his footing quickly afterwards. Then he allowed himself to be walked backwards further into the room. Fast steps being taken that the light clip of his shoulder hitting the edge of the fridge was forgotten. Easily ignored when he was being angled carefully.

Being mindful to avoid clipping the doorway. It didn't matter that the blonde's hand was smudged with the remainders of the bowl. All he needed was those eyes on him. The hands squeezing at his waist as he was walked backwards with muted thuds of their feet rushing down their small hallway. He turned slightly to look over his shoulder before spinning on his feet quickly. Hands slid along his waist as he rushed forwards to their closed bedroom doors where Hizashi seemed to delight in crowding him.

Lips pressing to the side of his head before dipping down. Fluttering those soft kisses along the side of his neck then down over his shoulder. Gently kneading at his waist while he pushed open the bedroom doors to which he grabbed at the blonde's wrists. Tugging him inside over the threshold with him. Hurrying to avoid letting in the cats he could hear rushing after them with their jingling collars. Once they were over the threshold, Hizashi pulled his hands away to shut the bedroom doors behind them.

Hitting together with a gentle thud before flipping their lock. There was a beat of stillness before Hizashi was catching his wavering hand. Lifting it upwards towards his mouth where he pressed a kiss to his knuckles with a wink. His husband then rushed forward with soft thumping steps over the floor. Long, brisk strides as he made his way around the bed. Mussed locks swaying against his back as they fluttered lightly over his shoulders. There was a pep to his step as he rushed around the corner of their bed.

Hopping onto his toes to fly forward over the threshold of the bathroom. As if he were more excited than he was letting on. Hizashi then spun on his feet to shut the door where he got another of those wide smirks from the blonde. Gawking at the flush on his cheeks that seemed to deepen as he caught that sparkle to his gaze. The blonde then gave him another playful wink before the door swung then clicked shut gently. The flush on his cheeks seeming to deepen with that sparkle to his gaze. Leaving him standing near the bed.

His stomach dropping suddenly leaving him sick from the rush as his face burned viciously with that uncomfortable blush. He weaved on his feet uncertainly with his eyes locked on the smooth wood of their bathroom door. Hesitating before, he forced himself to move. Rushing towards the bed as he dropped his hands down to grab at the hem of his shirt. Pausing a step or two from the bed, he took a moment to flip it up over his head. Grunting when it yanked at his ears annoyingly as he struggled to get it off quickly.

For his husband's "preparation" hardly took up much time. To clean himself up wouldn't take much time at all but he knew how his husband liked to be thorough. To be one hundred percent certain he was clean. That he was cleared out the best he could be for an impromptu moment such as this. Tugging his shirt up over his head, his hair slithered and spilled over his shoulders once again. Brushing against his upper back as he balled the shirt up to toss towards their hamper tucked near their dresser.

He then made his way over to the side of the bed to the small table. Tugging open the drawer, he bent forward to peer at the contents. Pushing bigger items out of the way, the light thud as they hit against the sides of the dresser was loud. Painfully so as he pushed them out of the way until he found his goal at the back of the drawer. That edible mango flavored lube they'd gotten a year ago. Pulling it out of the drawer, he hesitated before grabbing the pack of wipes as he sat them on the table with a crinkle.

Grabbing at the first ponytail he saw along the bottom of their drawer as well before taking a deep breath. Shutting the drawer gently, he flipped the tube around in his hands for the expiration date. He had never been too paranoid about their use of lube or its expiration date given how they went through it. However, they hardly used flavored or edible lube enough to know if it was different. If it spoiled or anything of the like. The last thing he needed was getting sick from it. To have it cause a rash on his husband.

After glancing over the date once he found it, he hummed quietly before turning to the bed. He climbed up onto their bed with a shiver at the coolness of comforter against his hot palms. He swallowed when his eyes fell on the small pillow tucked between their larger ones. Something he used between his knees or thighs on the nights his legs bothered him. It was washed religiously as he often liked to have a proper support for his neck at night sometimes. He dragged his teeth over his bottom lip before shifting over.

Grabbing at his small pillow. Placing it on the blanket, worked the tie from around his wrist to scrape his hair together. Away from his face and shoulders into a sloppy ponytail that he tied off down low as he could against the back of his neck. An attempt to keep it from creating that ache later that he knew he'd get. A mere result that would come from laying on the ponytail when he took his hair down for a shower. He then turned to fuss with the placement of the pillow before he slid over the blanket.

Laying his head back on the pillow, he looked up at the ceiling as he took another deep breath. Then he fidgeted causing the blanket to rustle beneath him. Tilting his head back further against the pillow, he let his gaze wander to the closed bathroom door. There was a strange rush to it all that he'd finally opened his damn mouth. That he'd finally breathed the words he'd been wanting to say to his husband. Something he'd wanted for ever now but had been held back by that odd reluctance. The hesitance.

Utterly ridiculous when his husband had readily accepted his request. Doing so without batting a lash. If anything, he'd dare to say that his husband was excited by the prospect of it. The idea of having it be his turn for something like this. It had his heart pounding sickeningly against his chest when his stomach fluttered. He wanted to do it more. God, he'd happily eat that man out every night if he had it his way. Let him sit on his face whenever he wanted. Let it be in the bedroom as often as blowjobs were.

Hand jobs. To have it be a part of their foreplay options when neither was in the mood for proper sex. It was, after all, something he'd used in their young twenties to help combat his husband's self-consciousness. The protest that he couldn't possibly like a flat ass after the conversations he'd overheard between him and Nemuri. Eating his husband out had happily become a past time in their youth that he was elated to provide for his husband. Hizashi was hardly a bottom in their relationship. Had never been a bottom.

But he did know that blonde enjoyed being eaten out every once in a while. If anything, he swore the blonde enjoyed it much more than he ever let on. Whether that was from the countless times that they'd used their philosophy of "when they can wherever they can" to work. Against counters, the front door, over the arm of their old couch, and wherever they could. Anywhere he could, he'd happily eaten out the blonde in the past. He'd done so last year plenty of times and God knows he loved to give it.

Just as much as he knew Hizashi loved receiving it. There was nothing he loved more than proving to his husband how much he loved every part of him. No matter how thin or slender his husband was, he loves it. Loves his long limbs and his flat ass. It was something he tried to emphasize for years which he hoped made its lasting impact on the blonde. He tipped his head back against the pillow when he heard the rush of water behind the door. He let out a short breath when his erection twitched prompting him to shift slightly.

His hands twitched as they lifted up to hover over his waist. He felt awkward knowing his husband would come out soon enough without a stitch on. Bare for him to marvel, gawk, and ogle over yet he was laid out with his pajama bottoms on. The only thing abandoned being his shirt, but he didn't expect Hizashi to reciprocate. Didn't expect anything but should he? Would it be smart or an inconvenience if his husband decided to do something? Fidgeting again, he let his gaze drop as his hands lowered.

Absent mindedly to trace the elastic band of his pants. At the embarrassing bulge of his erection straining against his boxers. Blatantly obvious against the loose fabric of his bottoms. Did it matter if they stayed on? If they came off? He knew he wouldn't be able to keep his boxers on with the wet patch soaking into the fabric so surely, it'd be fine? He could hear that rushing water from the bathroom paired with a flush that had him looking up. Hesitating as his hands froze against his waist briefly.

When the door remained close, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his pants and boxers before hesitating again. Holding onto the fabric as he tilted his head back into the pillow when he heard a quiet hum from the bathroom. Barely audible through the door. He could only imagine how meticulous his husband had to be scrubbing at himself. Determined to be clean as possible for him. He didn't blame him in the slightest bit for wanting that. Yet he couldn't help the stab of embarrassment when his erection twitched.

A reaction to that twisting excitement settling in his chest. The squirm that had the comforter rustling beneath him when he heard the water cut off in the bathroom. The soft thuds of footsteps in the closed off room followed by a light rattle of the doorknob as it was hit at. Touched? His breaths raced quietly before freezing when there was a moment of silence. And then the bathroom door was swinging open with a light squeak of the hinges. Fuck, he was so unbelievably happy to be proven right.

That he had known going forward he would be right when Hizashi had disappeared into the bathroom. Yet despite this hindsight, he was still awed at his upside down view. The messy blonde locks spilling down his husband's back and shoulders. Brushing at red cheeks as the blonde grinned wickedly at him with his arm raising to press against the doorframe. A hip jutting out slightly as if to give him an open view as his lips parted slightly. Admiring the sight of that soft skin with its softer smatterings of freckles.

Unmistakable along his shoulders much like his cheeks but it was subtler along his thighs. There were a few darker freckles that stood out alone on his husband's skin in random places. Freckles he adored. Hizashi's chest fluttered with the short, racing breaths he caught faintly. The sight of that tattoo glowing against his husband's flushed collar bone had his eyes riveted to it briefly. His husband may be slender with long limbs but fuck he was just as muscular. Perhaps not as blatantly obvious but he looked strong.

God, it was amazing.

To see the muscles that were normally hidden under clothing. Outfits that could give his husband that lankier appearance. To marvel over his husband's physique and body shape was something he could do for hours. Admiring that narrow, slim waist of his or the broader set of his shoulders. The slender proportions of his arms flexed slightly with his movements no matter how subtle. The sight of the light catching off of his piercings. The flushed, twitching erection curved up to rest against his stomach.

The three studs winking just as cheekily at him. He could devour this man alive. Eat all he could of him yet still want more of him. He was beautiful in the afternoon lighting pouring through the window that allowed for the blonde to be highlighted. Glow in that lighting that highlighted the softer, paler smatterings of freckles that ran along his thighs. His chest. It was a gorgeous sight. Hizashi was a sight he couldn't get enough of as those green eyes flickered over him. Eating him up as his hands trembled near his hips.

Fingers clutching at the waistbands of his boxers and pants. Still. He happily let his gaze roam from the curls of blonde hair covering his chest down to the lighter dusting running down the lower half of his stomach. Down until it thickened into the neatly groomed blonde hairs. It had that held breath rushing out of him on a shudder when Hizashi moved. The mussed blonde locks fluttered over his shoulder prompting him to shove at his clothing. Working them down his legs quickly with that urge to flail his legs.

Kick at them until they flew off. Biting it back, he worked them over his hips down his thighs to his knees. Lifting his legs up to curl towards his chest in order to work them from around his feet where he then flung them over the bed. Where they landed, he didn't care. Nothing, nothing, nothing mattered to him more than the feeling of the bed dipping. Wobbling lightly as his husband heaved himself onto it only to crawl forward. The sight of hair spilling over freckled shoulders as that gaze burned at him.

Flaming with that desire. The hungry lust to them. He shifted quickly into a comfortable position when Hizashi paused near his shoulder. Watching over him as he quickly took a moment to adjust his pillow again. Fussing with his ponytail before he met that burning gaze. Waiting for his go ahead to which he nodded with a hitching breath. Eyes flicked over his face before moving over the rest of him. Lingering. It had his skin tingling when he swallowed with an adjustment of his legs that had his hips raising slightly.

Shifting before he lowered them down to the bed again. Grabbing at the flavored lube to bring it closer, the blonde then moved upwards with the bed dipping over his left shoulder. Sinking as the other knee came down causing the bed to dip over his right shoulder. Lifting his hands up, he brushed his palms over the blonde's thighs, lowering him down carefully. Lower, lower, lower until he was able to fluttering his lips over his ass in pecking kisses. Pressing his lips to that left cheek in a flurry of soft kisses.

He could feel goosebumps breaking out over his husband's skin. He placed pecking kisses that he trailed over to the right cheek delightedly as his heart throbbed quietly in his ears. Thudded sickeningly against his chest. He nipped at the skin of that right cheek earning himself a shudder when he scraped his teeth over the skin. Teasing. Short, light smacks rang out with each pecking kiss he pressed to the skin. Sliding his hands along Hizashi's thighs in slow, lazy caresses that contradicted the frenzied kisses.

A whine left his husband when he dragged his teeth over his skin again before biting down softly. Increasing the pressure that had his husband shuddering above him again. He slid his hands along his thighs before coming backwards with a hum as he dug his teeth in deeper. Harder. A cautious build up that had the blonde whining above him in that ear ringing pitch as thighs tensed. Squirming in their spread position when he grabbed at that left cheek to pull him apart. Biting down on that spot, he happily sucked at the skin.

It sent a shiver down his back at the thought of leaving a hickey to the skin. A delicate blue mark that would be unmistakable next time he watched his husband strip down. The soft suction, however, earned himself a light push against his face as hips lowered again. Coaxing him onwards. A silent demand for it that had his blood burning through his veins. He swirled his tongue against the spot as he gave a fierce suck with a deep dig of his teeth into the spot. It had his husband whining down at him in that reedy pitch.

Sucking at the skin fiercely, he lifted his mouth away when that whine deepened into a quiet moan. Lapping his tongue over the faint indent marks he'd left behind before bringing his hand up to grab at that cheek. Pulling him apart when he tugged lightly coaxing hips down as he fluttered his lips over the exposed skin. Pecks that had knees sliding over the bed to come closer towards his ears. Creating a pocket that had him hot, hot, hot as he pressed a kiss to his hole. Inhaling that strong scent of the soap.

A heady scent that had fed into that light spinning as he squirmed. Clutching at his husband as he pressed a few more fluttering kisses that had his husband's hips wriggling as they lowered in compliance to another pull. They'd done more than enough foreplay, hadn't they? There was no need to delay what he wanted, was there? Tipping his face up, he gave a few of those pecking kisses directly to his husband's hole once again. Feeling the muscles twitch under his lips when his husband whined had him shuddering.

Squeezing at his ass had that whine cresting in volume. Trembling as it clawed up through the pitches before strangling itself. He huffed out a breath to fan over the skin before opening his mouth to lap his tongue over the twitching hole. It had hips squiring down against him with another of those loud whines from his husband. The blonde fidgeted when he gave another lick over the skin. Ignoring that soapy taste. Undulating his tongue up, he ground the middle of it against his husband in another lick.

The way the blonde would grind his piercing against him when he was lapping at him. It had hips squirming down against him again as the bed dipped with a reaffirmed dig of knees into it. Tugging at the cheeks in his grasp, he lapped at the blonde tearing those shrill whines out of him. Whimpers. Hips pressing down against him insistently with that eagerness with each lap over his hole he gave. God, it was addicting the heat it sent snapping down his back. Just as eager. He then undulated his tongue up.

Rubbing the middle of it against the blonde firmly. Humming out when it earned himself yet another twitch of his hole beneath his tongue. Pulling back, he gave a pecking kiss to the rim softly causing his husband to let out a sharp breath above him. He squeezed at the blonde only to shudder at the throaty moan it got him in return as he dug his fingers into his holds. Finishing that lap, he pressed the tip of his tongue against the blonde. Tracing the rim as he kneaded at the blonde lightly when he gave a flick at him.

One last tease before pressing against him. A firm, consistent push against his hole as breaths raced above him shallowly. Excited. It was a contagious emotion as he pressed, pressed, pressed. Doing so before giving a wiggle of his tongue to help ease that push. And then there was a give that allowed his tongue to push into the blonde. And God, he was burning. Sizzling under his skin at the tight squeeze that made it unbelievably hard to get his tongue in but once it was? Oh, this was an absolutely special type of heat.

Flaring at how tightly those inner walls clamped down around his tongue. Squeezing with a strength he truly didn't think he possessed. It had him moaning into the blonde as hips angled down to press lightly against him. Giving in to that quiet temptation, he gave another squeeze to his husband's ass before letting go. Sliding his hands forward to hook his hands over his thighs where he then happily yanked at him. Pulling Hizashi down into a proper sitting position over his face that had the blonde squirming above him.

Another moan tore itself out of him at the twitch of those inner walls before they were squeezing up again. It had him squirming at the tight squeeze when he shifted his legs restlessly before bending his knees up to brace his feet into the bed. His husband's hands then came down on his knees as a brace for the blonde. Squeezing at him gently with a shuddering whimper leaving the blonde. He wriggled his tongue before rubbing against that trembling inner wall firmly. Tearing a groan from Hizashi.

A throat sound that sent tingles racing down his back to pool into his fluttering stomach as he clung onto his thighs. He gave a few more firm rubs of his tongue had the inner walls squeezing around it tightly. Encouraging him onwards to which he switched to licking at his husband. The soaps taste, scent, was everywhere. A taste he'd love to do without but with how impromptu it was to spring on Hizashi it was to be expected. But he could deal with it. After all, he was getting what he wanted from him.

The soapy taste from his husband flushing himself out and washing the area could be ignored. He lapped at his husband as he kneaded at his thighs earning himself a much louder groan from the blonde as hips squirmed. Rocking down hesitantly which he couldn't help encouraging with a muffled groan up to his husband. He could die happily. It was overly cliché, overly dramatic, but fuck him he was over the moon. Weeks spent with a nonsensical, irrational worry only to get this as soon as he spoke up?

He was damn exhilarated. When compared to the last time he ate his husband out last year? He wanted this. There was nothing he loved more in the past than to eat out his husband when he could. When he reached for shaking hands after God knows how many rounds. Countless ones after giving in to that insatiable hunger only to have his husband bent forward on his knees. Put into the dogging position only to be coaxed into another erection in those early hours. Eating him out with a hunger that was returned to him tenfold.

It had always been as much for him as it was for Hizashi. A pleasure shared both ways with how they both got off on it. He moaned at the whimper above him as he attempted to swirl his tongue in that tight clamp. Shuddering when hands squeezed at his knees with hips angling down. Leaving him pressed tightly between the pillow and his husband's skin. He could hear his own panting breaths far too loudly for comfort. Matching the racing ones above him when he tried for another swirl before undulating his tongue.

Rubbing it against the blonde much like he had on the outside which earned him a keening whimper from the blonde. Tightening his hold to keep him in place, he rubbed at that inner wall. Lapping, swirling, undulating his tongue with a ferocity that had hips rocking down against him with a sense of that eagerness. Inner walls twitching and tightening around his moving tongue had him burning. Hot, hot, hot with each lap he gave to the blonde as airy, reedy sounds flew out of his husband above him.

Encouraging him silently already. Flattening his tongue the best he could, he lapped at his husband when he squeezed at his thighs again. It had Hizashi groaning loudly down at him when he then slid his hands down those soft thighs before coming back up. Creating an up and down circuit as the muscles flexed under his hands. Felt the light bite of those blunt nails digging into his knees as hips rocked down. Swirling his tongue, he moved his tongue faster. Letting that eagerness bleed into the movements.

He lapped and rubbed his tongue against the blonde. Huffing through his nose, hips wriggled in that tight rocking when his erection twitched against his stomach. Felt that warm, runny patch from the drops of pre-come smearing onto the skin. It sent a shiver up his back when he caught a wild groan from the blonde when he ground his tongue to that inner wall. Then he lightly grazed his nails over his skin with each caress. Up and down, up and down, up and down. Lazy touches along the flexing thighs above him.

Light caress that had his husband shuddering as he lapped at the blonde. Flicking at the quivering inner walls had them clenching around his tongue had him groaning. Muffled. Breathless. God, he could spend the rest of his afternoon like this. All night with the blonde grinding away at him. To have that pleasure of having Hizashi on his hands and knees only to have those orders shouted at him. To hear his husband's low, husky voice pleading for him to do more, more, more. Squirming before reaching back.

To feel a hand weaved into his hair with a sharp yank. Pushing him tight, tight, tight to the skin until he was sure he'd suffocate. It was an amazing thought that he could get away with that. With eating out the blonde to his hearts content tonight. He moaned when nails raked over his knees towards his thighs. Hips moving in a sudden tight, grinding circle against his face that blocked his nose briefly. Oh, it had a stronger moan bursting out of him as his feet dug into the bed with a squirm. Pushing into the mattress.

He then pressed down on Hizashi's thighs when the blonde had shifted upwards ever so slightly. Forcing him back down with a moan flying out of his husband as hands slid back up to grip at his knees. Swirling, lapping, undulating his tongue against those quivering inner walls eagerly. God, it was the closest he'd get to topping his husband in the smallest ways and he fucking loves it. He lapped at his husband again before he pulled his tongue back to thrust it back in. A sliding movement that had his husband moaning.

A deafening burst of sound when hips moved with that tight grinding down against him cutting his breathing off again. A brief burst yet it had him moaning as he repeated that thrust again, again, again. Thrusting his tongue into his husband had inner walls strangling around it with each inwards slide as he listened to the racing pants above him. Carrying a hitching whine or whimper that tore out of his husband airily. Reedy. The guttural moans and snapping groans as hips ground down against his face.

The dip of the bed as knees dug into the mattress all had him burning, burning, burning. It was everything he'd imagined getting. He slid his right hand from the blonde's thigh to claw at the blankets blindly next to him. Flicking his fingers out carelessly as his pants rasped through his nose at the excitement of finding it. Hizashi may not bottom but the blonde always lost it when his prostate was stimulated. Let out those sounds at pitches he'd never achieved during their regular positions during sex.

When Hizashi was actively fucking him but he didn't mind it. Not at all because it made eating his husband out all the more special. Knowing he'd eventually get those sounds out of him. He gave another thrust of his tongue before flicking at the blonde as he admiring that softness to it. The heat as he clamped down around his tongue tightly. It had him shuddering when his erection twitched against his stomach again. His fingers flicked out with nails clawing over the blanket before he found the lube.

Bringing it forward, he curved his arms over Hizashi's thighs as he clawed at the cap blindly. Listening to the crack of it as he got it open. The keening whimper ringing with that eagerness ripped out of his husband. Hips ground down against him fiercely when he swirled his tongue against inner walls. Shuddering as they twitched around him to which he gave a flick at them. Thrusting his tongue into his husband once, twice more, he happily sank back into lapping at that softness of his inner walls.

Grinding his tongue against them the way Hizashi always ground his piercing into him. It had the blonde moaning fervently above him as hips rolled down tightly forcing his head down into the pillow tearing a moan out of him in response. He squeezed the lube onto his finger before abandoning off to the side of them again as he began to spread the lube over his finger. The slick sound was faint to his ears yet he swore he could feel those eyes on him. On his shaking hands. Watching the lube being spread over his finger.

Then he was moving his right hand backwards up towards his chest. Allowing Hizashi's hips to rise up slightly to wiggle his hand beneath his chin as he lapped at the inner walls with an ache beginning to radiate along his jaw. Growing faintly tired from being held open so long yet he happily ignored it. Pants hitched above him when he brought his slick finger up to rub at the skin below his tongue. Feeling muscles spasming in what he knew to be a twitch around his tongue had him moaning delightedly.

Squirming against the blanket with hips arching up instinctively as his feet pressed to the bed. He then pressed the tip of his finger against the blonde as he flicked his tongue at the inner walls when he pushed his finger against him. Rubbing, wriggling, until there was a give that allowed it to slip in underneath his tongue. Despite knowing how uncomfortable it'd be, he used the grip of his left hand to pull his husband back down. Settling back over his face as he huffed against his skin tore a cry out of his husband.

Grinding hips down when his finger slipped up further than his tongue. A deeper reach as he pressed the pad of his finger against his husband's inner walls. Moving it in soothing circles as he clenched around his finger and tongue. A strength that had him moaning in that keening pitch into the blonde's skin as he arched his hips again before forcing them down. His neck ached from the position it was pressed into, but he could ignore it. Would ignore it. Who cared if he got a crick in it? Pulled a muscle?

He wanted this more and not a bit of discomfort would stop him. Not yet. He dug his fingers into the blonde's thigh in a fierce squeeze as he rubbed his tongue against his inner wall. Flicking his tongue playfully at him when the muscles contracted in a spasm as the blonde ground his hips down eagerly against his face. An action that sent sparks of heat zapping down his back. Leaving him boiling in his skin as the heat razed into him. Threatening to leave him a pile of ash. The thigh under his grasp flexed then.

Trembling when he slid his hand along it awkwardly. Squeezing at him again when the blonde whined above him when he pressed at him firmly. He didn't need to thrust it. If anything, he knew exactly what he wanted to find. Where it was. Just out of reach of his tongue, he slid his finger forward along the twitching inner wall blindly as he lapped at the blonde. Grinding his tongue against the softness of that inner wall earning him a moan from the blonde. Wild. Keening at him with that unmistakable eagerness.

It was so fucking hot to hear the pitch from his husband. As if he were the top in their relationship. Begging him silently to hurry, hurry, hurry and flip him forward onto his stomach. As if he was the top in their marriage. God, if that wasn't a hot fucking thought. It had his hips bucking instinctively with a snapping groan leaving him with its muffled quality against his husband's skin. He then began to suck gently to provide a light suction. Something similar to the one Hizashi had done to him the night of their roleplay.

Ohhhh, it had his husband shouting above him as hips rolled restlessly down against him. Using a new strength that had his eyes opening briefly. Enough to peer through his lashes up above him. A half view above him of his husband's back arching forward as the wild blonde locks brushing against his back. Sliding down further before he shut his eyes again. Pushing down that mild ache to his tongue, his jaw, in favor of undulating it against his husband's inner walls. Lapping, swirling, flicking, sucking at him.

All while the muscles spasmed around his tongue and finger in a tight squeeze. Sliding his finger along his inner wall, he knew he found it when his husband was jolting. Howling as he squirmed down with nails biting into his knees before raking over him. Leaving burning lines over his knees as hips ground viciously against him. Cutting off his breathing momentarily much to his delight when he gave a sliding rub over that spot. Flinching when that howl jumped up in volume. Pitch. Easily rattling smaller items around the room.

However, as his husband's quirk activated which merely amplified the sound. It had the picture frames on their walls rattling deafeningly with the threat of glass splintering when he heard the TV groan. Rocking idly to which he squeeze at his husband's thigh tightly. The last damn thing they needed was to replace another TV because his husband forgot himself. Howled so loud the vibrations rocked it out of place from the intensity of it. That howl quickly strangled itself into a lower pitch that game out on a guttural growl.

A sound that rasped on its way out with a snap to it that had him shuddering. Squirming beneath his husband when a hand clawed down his thigh leaving those burning lines behind. It had him bucking his hips up with a shout into his husband as his suction cut off. Jerking his hips up impatiently with a jiggle as his thighs fell open with feet digging into the bed. Squirming when his erection twitched against his stomach with those shameless drops leaving his skin slick. Hot, hot, hot. He was so fucking hot.

Lapping at his husband eagerly, he happily ground the pad of his finger in that up and down, up and down, up and down stroke against his prostate. It had his husband jerking, twisting, and jolting above him with gasps falling out of him followed by that shrill, ear ringing pitches. An array of sounds leaving his husband from the trembling, drawn out moans to the snapping growls. Ringing whines and unbearable, shrill whimpers with each slid over his prostate. Encouraging him onwards silently each time.

Ecstatic. And he can't get enough. Swirling his tongue into his husband, he flattened his tongue to lap at his inner wall before sucking lightly at the blonde once more. Attempting to give that suction once again tearing a cry from his husband that rang with the enthusiasm. Ecstasy. Pleasure. It had him boiling when he felt the hand clawing at his thigh sweeping towards the inner area. Tingles raced under his skin as he jiggled his hips again with a whimper. Begging, begging, begging. Pleading with his husband silently to give him it.

Something. Anything. Keeping up with that overeager sliding and twisting of his tongue, the blonde's fingers slid over his hip. Nails raked along the side of his stomach before trailing over that wet patch with a swipe then lifted up. Sliding along the underside of his erection. Then the blonde leaned forward slightly with the bed dipping under his knees as hips continued that frantic grinding. Pressing down against him tightly as he shuddered at the breathless moans flying out of his husband as fingers curled around him.

They were amazing. He wanted to hear more, more, more from his husband to which he abandoned his up and down strokes over his prostate. Instead, he ground those tight circles Hizashi had used on him countless times. And it had another howl leaving the blonde as hips rolled back in a fierce grind against him. Blocking his nose again to which he merely groaned into the blonde. Loving the jerking, jolting twists of his husband above him as he lapped at inner walls. Contracting around him rhythmically.

As if Hizashi was pulling at him for more, more, more which he was more than ready to give him. Delighted to give him. Once his nose was cleared, he sucked in his pants frantically as he gave a fierce suck at his husband which had that howl cresting into a wail. The thigh beneath his grasp trembling lightly as he kept up what he hoped was a consistent suction. A pressure that had his husband writhing over him as that hand squeezed at his erection before moving up to roll his palm over the head slickly.

Fisting at it before it flew down to the base then back up just as quickly. A quick, fast stroking rhythm that had him moaning enthusiastically into his husband's skin as he jerked his hips up trying to meet the speed. The rhythm of those strokes eagerly as he lapped at his husband. Flicking his tongue, then thrusting it into the blonde had those breathless, reedy moans leaving the blonde with broken English flying out of his husband. Gasps of his name peppered with that garbled language he couldn't understand properly.

It only served to throw gasoline on an already blazing fire raking beneath the surface of his skin. And he eagerly clung onto his husband's thigh as he fought off that odd fatigue. Refused to pay it mind as he thrusted his tongue into the blonde when he paused his sucking. It had his husband keening out a whimper at the loss but he quickly made up for it. He jumped to grind those tight circles into Hizashi's prostate causing his legs to shake on either side of him. Knees digging in as he twisted and squirmed above him.

Gasping in his pants as fingers squeezed around him so fucking good. Flying up and down eagerly, that had twisted up towards the head prompting him to buck up eagerly when it slid back down. Burning, burning, burning. Hot, hot, hot. He could easily imagine the sight above him. Could happily, giddily, bring to mind from the mere glimpse of his husband seconds ago just what he looked like right now. The arch to his back as hips ground themselves fervently against his face. Fuck him, it was all so perfect.

The shameless drops of pre-come smearing onto his stomach as his erection twitched. Whatever drops that didn't smear onto his stomach landing onto his chest if that wet drip was what he thought it to be. Knew it had to be. The wild, messy blonde locks spilling over his shoulders as they slithered across his back. How they'd brush and cling to his clammy cheeks. His skin. The blush that smothered itself over those freckled cheeks which would spread to the tips of his ears. Down to color his collar bones.

Highlighting the pretty tattoo gracing his left collar bone. Even the way his mouth would be hanging open. The tight squeeze to those brows giving him that beautifully helpless look. The heat in that gaze if he met it. It had him moaning deafeningly into his husband as he thrusted his tongue into him. Rolled those circles into his husband's prostate as hips rolled back in that desperate grinding. Airy, gasping moans leaving his husband that were so pretty that it had him aching. One look. That's all he would need.

He'd need only one look at his husband to get right over that edge his hand was stroking him closer too. Closer, closer, closer as he lapped and ground his tongue that inner wall squeezing tightly around his tongue and finger. No longer spasms but clenching up consistently which merely told him how close his husband was. It was only expected given his husband never had his prostate stimulated. Was never touched enough to experience it. For It was a pleasure Hizashi didn't experience often or at all.

Meaning it got him closer faster. Pushed him towards an orgasm faster than anything when paired with the vigorous movements of his tongue no doubt. God, he could devour this man alive. Eat him out for hours if it meant getting more of those pretty, airy moans out of the blonde. Pants rasping out of the both of them when Hizashi wailed in a deafening pitch that had his ears throbbing with pain. Ripping through him as he cringed into the pillow when he changed out his circles for the original up and down strokes.

That wail cut off on a thick, rasping gasp of air being taken as hips ground with a new speed against his face. Faster. Harder. God, he wanted his husband to fucking suffocate him with those grinding hips. To keep him pinned to the bed for hours as he continued to move with not a drop of shame. To ride his face for all his worth. It's all he wanted from the blonde squirming up above him. It had him moaning shamelessly into his husband as he swirled his tongue against those quivering inner walls frantically.

"Go-God, baby, what the fuck! Di-Did I fuckin' starve you or so-somethin' lately? You're- Mmmm! Ah! Fuck, fuck! I'm go-gonna fuck you so hard after this! Po-Pound you into this fuckin' bed 'til you can't take it anymore! Shit! I-I always forget how fucking good you are! Tha-That tongue of yours is fu-fffuckin' magic, baby! Do-Don't stop! Nnghnn! Like that! Like that, that, that , baby! Ohhh, fuck! Shit, I can't! I'm- Mmmnn! Yes! Fuck, yes, yes, yes! Sh-Shit, Shouta, baby! Fuck, yo-you're gonna make me-!"

Hot, hot, hot. He was fucking hot as his husband gasped out that keening, rambling string of words. Falling apart on him faster than he expected but fuck him, he loves it. Loves, loves, loves this man. Loves when he gets so twisted around, he can hardly breathe as he spoke. Hips ground down against his face with that fast, hard circling movement that had him moaning out. Thrusting up when the blonde's thumb ground into the head of his erection. Slickly sliding over, he targeting the slit tearing a cry out of him.

He thrusted into that hand as shamelessly as he had Thursday. Chasing that spark as it twisted low in his stomach when he lapped at his husband's clenching inner walls. Twitching. Throbbing around his tongue and finger it seemed as the blonde moaned ecstatically above him. Swirling his tongue against the tightening walls, he rubbed eagerly at his husband's prostate again. Again, again, again. Getting him to jerk, twist, and jolt above him with those gasping moans and whimpers with hips pinning his head down.

Tight to the pillow as his neck screamed for a reprieve much like his jaw and tongue. He refused. Couldn't when he knew his husband was so close, close, close. When he was getting there with him. That spark twisted painfully in his stomach making his legs shake lightly when they flexed intermittently. Tired. The muscles were exhausted after Thursday night but he needed it. One more time is all he needed. Once more. Flicking his tongue at his husband, he began to suck at him again to give that suction.

Pulling at him which had his husband crying out above him airily. An exasperated cry as hips reaffirmed that tight press against his face. Grinding. Squirming. It had him gasping his pants through his nose only for them to fly out much too fast for his liking. Quiet, huffing whimpers left the back of his throat as he thrusted up into his husband's hand when he felt the blonde shifting. Moving with hips arching backwards to continued their tight grinding. It was off when husband leaned forward and down.

The hand clutching at his knee squeezing with nails biting into the skin once more. And then his erection was angled slightly away from the parallel position to his stomach. From the original position that would have it aimed towards his stomach and chest when he came. Instead, it was angled up when he felt huffing pants fanning over the slick head. He shouted when the blonde lapped his tongue over the head of his erection sending sparks down his back. An undulation of it when the blonde ground his piercing to the slit.

Grinding into it ruthlessly had him jerking up eagerly when the blonde stroked the lower half of his erection quickly. Sweeping down to knead at the base. His husband gave a few more of those licks with a purposeful grind to the slit once more before he was diving down. Moving his stroking hand away to dive to the base in one fail swoop that had him wailing into the blonde. Clutching at his thigh with a fierce grip as inner walls squeezed around his tongue and finger. Tight, tight, tight. God, he was in awe of that tightness.

He found feel the slick touch of his husband's erection with that lowered position of his hips. It had him shuddering as hips ground against his face awkwardly but God it was just as good. Burning up at that fervent grind of his husband's hips. He moaned encouragingly when Hizashi began to bob his head without a second thought. A moment to let him adjust. It had him lapping, swirling, flicking, and undulating his own tongue against quivering inner walls as he felt the tickle of his husband's hair against his skin.

So hot. His mouth was so fucking hot. Wet. It had him thrusting up frantically each time the blonde was flying down as he lapped at his inner walls. Both dancing on that line. Teetering on the edge. He felt his stomach flexing when the blonde gave a purposeful moan around him when he sank to the base. Another sixty nine position he found himself in but God if this wasn't better. He rubbed quickly over his husband's prostate with a hard press that had hips grinding frantically against him when his husband slid up.

Moving to the head where he sucked at it fervently with his tongue prodding at the slit. Flattening in laps that had his lashes fluttering against his hot cheeks as his brows squeezed together. Eyes threatening to roll back behind his squeezed lids when each grind of that piercing into the slit. It had his legs jerking with that fierce shake as his feet pressed to the bed. Fingers then wrapped around him to begin stroking around what the blonde's mouth didn't cover. A squeezing, tight grip around him as it flew up and down.

Slick strokes with the aid of the blonde's saliva. It was all so hot, hot, hot. That spark twisted into him tighter. Tighter, tighter, tighter as that orgasm took its sweet time clawing up. He was so close it was painful as he twisted frantically beneath his husband as that tongue continued prodding at him. Thrusting up as the blonde's hand moved faster. Hips pressing down harder with the threat of suffocating him against his skin and he fucking loves it. There was nothing he wanted more than to make this man come untouched.

To make him see stars with this stimulation alone. Huffing through his nose, he gave a careless rub over his husband's prostate as he sucked at him in strong bursts. Rubbing his tongue against his inner wall in between the suction he gave his husband. Sucking in again at his husband to create a vacuum effect on him. It had Hizashi's hips jerking down with a reinforced pinned position. Grinding as he howled around the head of his erection as his back no doubt arched. Sending vibrations down his erection.

He swallowed a shout as he jerked up when he felt his husband squirming frantically above him. Thighs jerking apart with knees sliding over the blanket allowing his hips to full press down. Stiffening up above him, that howl cut off as the blonde cut it off before it could get louder. Deafening. Inner walls clamped tightly around his tongue and finger with that throbbing pull. Milking them the way he could only imagine they would around him. He kept up his hard, bursts of suction when he felt the blonde's hips jerked.

Sliding forward against his face in instinctive thrusts forward when he felt hot spurts landing on his chest. Gasps being taken by his husband as he shook above him. He panted into his husband's skin as the blonde's hand stroked him fast, fast, fast. Squeezing around him with that fisting rhythm when the blonde dove down around him. Using that beautiful, wicked buzzing the second he hit the base as he bobbed his head eagerly. Trying through the grip of his orgasm to coax him over as well. And God, he couldn't fight it.

Didn't want to fight it. Not when he had that vibration increasing the second his husband dove to the base. Gulping at him until it had him shouting out desperately. Wailing into his husband when his orgasm suddenly snapped. Ripped into him ruthlessly as his thighs and stomach flexed urgently leaving him shaking. Blinded by the sudden rush of his orgasm as he stiffened up beneath his shaking husband. It was an explosion of heat opposite of that mounting, twisting orgasm he had thought it to be.

Thought it to be weaker o after the intensity filled ones of Thursday. It was simply how it was with orgasms that were coaxed out of him back to back whether it was minute intervals or days. But this? God, this had exploded into him so suddenly it ached. His thighs falling open with not a second thought as his hips jerked up to grind against his husband's mouth. His wail bouncing in volume against his husband before it strangled itself in his throat when he squeezed at his husband. Holding onto him.

It was the vicious type of orgasm. Ripping him apart. Eating him. Devouring him. Where each throb of his erection felt like a pulse that brought sharp stabs of oversensitivity through it. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes as they rolled back behind his eyelids. Trembling on his hot cheeks as a bead of sweat dripped down his temple. When had he started sweating? Why hadn't he felt it before? Had he been so lost in eating out his husband to notice it? He had no clue. None. He couldn't find them when he was shaking.

Gasping. Drowning under the damn near painful pulses of his twitching erection. The sharp twist of that orgasm leaving him pleading for it to be over. That he couldn't stand this white-hot heat that seemed intent on driving him crazy. Reduce him to tears. It was agonizing. It was amazing. God, it was an intense orgasm that had him begging for it to be over. And he hung in that white-hot heat for what seem like minutes. Hours. Days. Drowning under that white-hot heat before it seemed to take its sweet time leaving.

In rushing out of him. It washed out of him leaving him shaking as the blonde swallowed around him once more. Then Hizashi began sucking gently at him as he made his way up, up, up. Sucking softly at the head of his erection with gentle licks before he popped off. Kissing the head gently as a shuddering breath left the blonde. Whining weakly at him when he eased his finger out of the blonde carefully. Listening to the slick squelch before hips rose up allowing him to work his tongue out. Gasping in a breath through his mouth.

Desperate. Eager. Heaving down lungful's of air once hips were raising off of his face when the blonde shuddered. His knee then pressed to the mattress as he flopped over onto the bed causing it to bounce. Hips hitting it as if his legs couldn't support him. As if there wasn't a chance of it. He rolled his head over the pillow with those heaving pants being taken when he found his husband's gaze. Smoldering. Blissful. It had him shuddering when he felt the spurts of come on his chest cooling ever so slightly.

Prompting him to look down. Swallowing a groan, he forced himself to sit up slowly only to sway from the downwards rush of blood that had his head spinning. Dizzy. Moving slowly, until he rolled onto his knees to crawl across the bed for the pack of wipes on the beside table's surface. Picking it up with a crinkle, he felt the bed shifting behind him when he turned to sit against the headboard rather than returning to his spot. Grunting quietly, he forced his shaking hands to move to open the pack of wipes.

Pulling out a few wipes before reaching down to clumsily wipe the cooling come off of his chest. His heart hammered beneath his finger tips as he swiped at himself before tossing it in the trash. Using the second wipe to scrub at his chest firmly with small suds bubbling up from his hard scrubbing. Wiping at his skin to ensure it was fully clean there was a shift that had him glancing up again. There was a glaze to his husband's dilated eyes yet there was a twitch to those lips. Damp again from licking them no doubt.

Then the blonde crawled forward. The bed dipped and wobbled as his husband crawled forward with the messy locks of hair spilling over his shoulders. Brushing against his flushed cheeks as a small bead of sweat ran down his cheek. Swallowing, he spread his shaking legs allowing the blonde to crawl forward between them. Eyes flicking over his face. It had him shivering when the blonde was settling between his spread legs. A look of awe to his flushed face as thin wisps of hair clung to his flushed face.

Mouth opening ever so slightly, he caught the glint of that piercing his husband had used to drive him insane seconds ago. What he would give to dive forward for that breathless kiss. To have those soft, lightly swelling lips on his again yet he refrained. He refused to kiss his husband after where his mouth had just been and risk an infection or illness of some kind because of it. The blonde shook as he pressed their chests together. Hands coming up to brush his hair from his face when lips then pressed to his cheek.

Then again. Again, again, again until lips were moving in flurry over his hot face in pecking kisses, he was eager to receive. Desperate to give back yet he tried to make it up by reaching his hands out to caress his husband's waist. Tugging him closer as lips fluttered along his cheek and jaw softly. Pecking kisses that had the corners of his lips twitching up when the blonde nuzzled his cheek to his. A squishing rub he was more than delighted to return as he ignored the uncomfortable heat burning in his cheek.

Radiating off of his husband's cheek but God he didn't mind that affection. He didn't mind it one bit when he felt a hand coming up to cup his right cheek with his thumb sliding along the scar beneath his eye. Soft kisses placed over his slick forehead, his cheeks, and the bridge of his nose softly. The center of his forehead gently and the arch of his eyebrow. It had him slumping into the headboard as he shook with the faint aftershocks twitching through him. Clinging onto his husband who nuzzled their noses together.

A breathless giggle when he returned the action. He was melting under the affection given to him so readily as he kneaded gently at his husband's waist. Lips crawled over his jaw back towards his head where teeth nipped sharply at his earlobe. A click of his jewelry hitting off of them was loud when the blonde bit softly at him again. It sent a tingle racing down his back when the blonde then pulled back to kiss his temple. His husband then pulled back from him where he could see the afterglow in his eyes. The awe.

"I kno-know I've said it before bu-but you are the best fuckin' hus-husband in the world! I lo-love you so fuckin' much, baby!" The hand on his cheek pressed gently against him with a squishing rub that he couldn't find in him to complain at. Instead, he tipped his face into his palm before turning his head to nuzzle into it. Pressing a soft kiss to his palm, the blonde's lips before twitching into that sweet smile. Adoring. "Yo-You're fucking amazing, baby!"

"Eh, it do-doesn't hurt to hear it a cou-couple'a times! Bu-But you are amazin' for letting me do it! I feel li-like you've done it to me so mu-mmmmuch lately I wanted to do it ba-back!" That smile widened on his husband's lips making his own twitch when he got another rub of that palm against his cheek. "I-I didn't expect to ta-take it so far but it was fu-fucking amazing! I lo-love you too, Zashi! Yo-You're just- Shit, ha-hang on, gimme a min-minute!"

"Ta-Take all the time you need! Catch your bre-breath, baby! 'm not go-goin' anywhere!" As if to emphasize that point, the blonde slid his thumb along the scar again then leaned forward. Lips pressing to his left cheek before nuzzling into him softly. "Af-After this, I'll le-let you eat me out whe-whenever you want! Fu-Fffffuck me, baby, I al-always forget how good you are at it! Mag-Magical fucking tongue you got! I sho-should find more things fo-for you to use it with, yeah?"

Oh. Shivers ran down his back when the blonde nuzzled his cheek again with those soft words murmured into it. Then lips were trailing down which had his rasping pants hitching as soft lips crawled down towards his jaw once more. Ducking down to nuzzle up beneath it gently as he clutched his husband close, close, close. That feverish heat between them had him shivering again. "Wh-What do you have in mind? I'll-I'll have to wash my mo-mouth, but we do have time 'fore the kids co-come home. If yo-you wanted too!"

"Yeah, we do! Ple-Plenty of time to give this mouth of yo-yours somethin' else to do, isn't it? Can you handle ano-another orgasm, baby?" Lips then trailed softly down prompting his head to tip back with a hitch to his quick pants. Sliding his left hand along his husband's waist, he slid up his slick back to twist up into the blonde locks with a whine when teeth nipped at his collar bone. "Bu-But as fo-for what I have in mind tha-that's for me to know and you to fi-find out! Got it?"

Oh, he really didn't think he could handle another orgasm. The thought of one had him flinching but the blonde was wording his sentence oddly. Were they doing more? Or was he hinting at something more later on? Either way it had his stomach fluttering before dropping sickeningly when he tightened his grip on the blonde's hair. "Go-Got it! So do-does that mean we-we're doing more or-?"

The corners of his mouth twitched when the blonde pulled back with that beaming smile on his husband's lips. The sparkle tearing through that blissful glaze in his eyes. Saw that awe, however, that always came with an orgasm like that. "No-Nope! Like I sa-said I don't thi-think you can handle another one so so-soon after how hard you just came! No, what I wa-want is for you to go wash your mouth out so I can kiss you, okay? Wa-Wanna get dressed again and go hi-hit the bowl before we start airin' the house out?"

"Absolutely! I fu-fuckin' need it after that!"

"Ye-Yes, you do! A ni-nice reward before we talk dinner! I'm thi-thinkin' we just order out tonight! Lazy ni-night in? How does that so-sound, baby?"

"Th-That sounds damn perfect, Zashi."