Fifty Darker Shades of EraserMic

by CrypticBeans

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

21. Make A Mess!

Swaying idly in the porch swing, there was a contentment to the silence. To the warmth in the light fluttering breeze that tugged playfully at hair and clothing. There was a shift that had Shouta blinking out of the hazier thoughts to look next to him only to have that blonde head moving down to his shoulder. Tucking itself up close to his throat as it could get to which he pressed his cheek to the silky soft locks. Nuzzling his face into them with the faint tracing of cologne clinging to the locks mixing in with the cigarette smoke.

Melting into his side as he tightened his arm instinctively around Hizashi's waist had the blonde humming softly at him. Their feet brushing lightly over the porch's flooring until knees bent up to press against his left knee as the arm curled around his stomach adjusted its own hold around him. Another warm, fluttering breeze tugged at the few loose locks of hair that had slipped free from his ponytail. Tugging at the loose fabric of his shirt. The paper resting on the small table next to him held down by his cellphone.

It wasn't awfully cold yet not comfortably warm. A nice spring atmosphere that he could relax within for a few moments more before the chill outweighed that odd humidity. Promising to frizz out his hair in the oncoming months when it became an oncoming occurrence. It weighed heavily in the air with the promise of another round of rain to melt any chance of snow remaining. He could sit on the back porch for hours. Tucked in the old swing that creaked gently with each lazy swing as he rolled forward on his feet.

Rocking from his toes to his heels to keep them going in their light, absentminded swinging. He'd always had a love-hate relationship with spring season. There was so much to love about the spring time from the larger changes to the more subtle ones. When the clouds of the overcast winter sky finally began to break up to reveal the soft, pastel blue of the spring sky with its white puffy clouds. The sunshine that allowed the early freezing mornings to warm up rather quickly to a chilly, bearable temperature.

The rainy days that washed away the snow and provided puddles for Eri to stomp through to her hearts delight. The flowers that would poke up along thier backyard and fence in brilliant colors that had their daughter gasping with delight. Even the distinctive electric feel in the air as the days began to grow warmer. The sun taking its sweet time arching towards the horizon in the afternoons. Rather than growing dark at four o'clock the sun was setting by five o'clock instead, with six being the latest.

The pale colors of the sunset being outshone by the pinks and purples of the sunrise. There was the joy in being able to step outside of his home without fear of slipping and busting his ass on the ground. Worrying about shoveling, icing, or scraping slush away. Checking their tires to make sure the snow chains were on them securely. The freedom in being able to merely run outside without needing to throw their multiple layers on or to have Hizashi shrieking for them to put on another scarf. Keep another pair of gloves.

It was unbelievably nice. However, in Spring came the bugs that always seemed to find their way into the house. Always spotted by his husband ending in popped lightbulbs and fractured glass from his screams. The consistent downpours that flooded the backyard with deep puddles that took days to dry up. Puddles left on the front walkway annoyingly from the pouring rain during Spring time. Then there were the allergies with flowers popping up. With the trees blooming in unison with the growing flowers.

It was always the worst when he was stuffed up for days because of his allergies. When his nose was rubbed raw or his throat aching with that prickly discomfort from the post nasal drip. The easily triggered headaches and fevers that came with his allergies that seemed to delight in driving him insane. The fact that with the warming weather meant more training exercises were to be had outside rather than inside the gymnasium. Outside where his allergies would be exasperated by the time he was home once more.

Spring time had its pros and its cons yet what he found the most taxing was their spring cleaning. When they were scouring every inch of the house for items that were tossed into their keep and discarded, they piled together to thin out what they needed. When the couch covers were being ripped off along with beds being striped to be cleaned along with laundry being caught up. It was the one week a year he swore that the washer machine went through more work than any other time of the year.

Even the cleaners they ran through due to Hizashi's meticulous scrubbing at the kitchen and bathrooms was astounding. There was always a frantic energy around their spring cleaning when it was around the time for the both of them to settle in on the task to get the house clean once more. A way to "shed inhibitions" as the blonde always playfully stated it with those cheeky winks. Given their spring vacation had slipped by so fast there had been little time to properly begin flipping their home upside down.

However, when they returned on the fifth of April to return to work, Hizashi had promised to clean the house in his absence until he was home. And he had to admit it was a breath of relief. His husband always got so high strung when it came to their spring cleaning together. It was by far the one time his husband's the busy body parts of his personality came out to play as he flew about the house. He'd always thought he was the workaholic out of the both of them but Hizashi during spring cleaning?

It made his workload, his dedication, look like child work. However, upon returning home that week after trying mummification on his husband, he'd thrown himself into assisting his husband with the bulk of spring cleaning. To pick up the slack where he could while his husband sorted through the safe in their basement. It had been a calming routine to return home from work that Thursday and Friday to dive into. The familiarity of sorting through items along the ground floor while Hizashi took the basement.

The biting scent of the cleaning solutions when he mopped the floors and scrubbed at the kitchen before the blonde was joining him. With the rainy weather seeming to come in full swing, the windows were always open nowadays to let in that odd humid air into the house. Not quite hot but certainly not frigid cold as it had been a few weeks ago but definitely not comfortable. Goosebumps rose over his skin as he shuddered another teasing pull of the wind tugging at them. Hair fluttering against cheeks.

Hizashi let out another soft hum into his throat as that arm tightened around him once more with knees nudging at his. The blonde was warm. So warm when compared to the chill of the spring air beginning to sink into his skin to which he clutched the man close. He felt nice against him. Good. Hizashi had always felt good against him in moments like this when he was curled up. Tucked into his side with the warmth of his breaths fanning over his throat. His collar bone lightly. A moment taken to merely exist.

To live without the pressure of the world trying to rip him down. To shove him to his knees and break him apart. These quiet moments with his husband's warmth soaking into his side with the distant sound of a windchime ringing out. The overcast sky above them with rolling clouds threatened to burst with rain again. The quiet brush of his feet rocking back and forth over the wooden slats of the porch. The occasional humming into his throat from his husband as that arm squeezed at him. It was contentment.

A spring afternoon to break away from the scrubbing the house top to bottom. Giving another nuzzle to those silky soft blonde locks of hair, he inhaled the faint scents clinging onto them as another shudder ran over him. There was a light nudge of glasses frames when lips pressed up beneath his jaw softly. It was nice to take the break up the cleaning. To breathe without inhaling the fumes of the cleaning products clouding the air making his head dizzy. It was reminiscent of those first days in their apartment.

The scent of that had clung to everything after they had scrubbed it from floor to wall to make sure it was properly cleaned. Spring cleaning always brought that Deja vu with it of those early days together. There was another soft kiss placed beneath his jaw when he got a nuzzle. The scratch of that stupid little mustache of his husband's had his lips twitching as he tightened his left arm around the blonde. Drifting the fingertips of his right along his husband's forearm lightly earning himself a shudder from Hizashi.

Goosebumps rose beneath the light touch. He let his gaze flick to the half lit cigarette sitting in the ashtray next to his phone. The biting smoke was, thankfully, blown to the right of him. He trailed his fingers over his husband's forearm lightly once more before lifting his hand away to grab at the lit thing. Lifting it up, he took a long pull on the end of it before blowing out a silver cloud as he stubbed the glowing end out in the ashtray. Settling backwards with Hizashi humming with a tug on his shirt.

How easily he could fall asleep just like this. To drift away on the swing as it lazily rocked him back and forht, back and forth, back and forth. The odd humidity to the air with the oncoming rain storm. The warmth radiating off of his husband curled into his side with his arms hugging him tightly. The light brush of his hair against his face as he let his head tip back was a dangerous recipe as he continued that gentle swinging. His allergies, for once, were merciful on him this afternoon for once rather than agonizing.

Whether that was with the help of the sharp biting cigarette smoke or the nauseating cloud of chemicals from the cleaner he had not a clue. But he could breathe. Inhale through his stuffy nose for once after suffering through it with one of those breathe right strips slapped over the bridge of it at his husband's insistence. The few allergies pills he'd knocked back after Cosmo had jumped into his arms for her affection only to send him into a sneezing attack. God, he'd felt awful after it despite the reassurances.

It was tiring work to be tearing their home apart one room at a time only to scrub it top to bottom. Cleaning with the blonde tight on his heels making sure laundry was thrown in and folded to be taken in piles. Helping Eri making her bed earlier. Cleaning everything with meticulous order that would have even the neatest person balking. It was surprising to realize how messy everything had been in an oddly chaotic, neat way with everything in its place. Their house honestly looked like a new home.

It was in this manic cleaning of his husband's, however, that had him hesitant. Cautious when it came to bringing up the list and the choice that had caught his eye while he'd been putting the pillowcases back on their pillows. Slipping the list back into the pillow, he didn't want to wave the paper to get the blonde's attention over a discussion. Didn't want to use it like a conversation piece just to open the door to that conversation. But how else did he get the conversation started? How did he slip it into the conversation?

To ask when it would set back the meticulous cleaning and organizing? He knew they'd minimize the disaster zone but how did he tell his husband he wanted to ruin even one room after three days of cleaning? He knew it wasn't the worst thing he could want yet it felt rude to bring it up. After all, sploshing or as it's also known as W.A.M was exactly what the acronym meant. Wet and messy. It was, quite honestly, like demanding for something more filling after being placed down a meal that had taken hours in favor for fast food.

It was a kink he'd never thought twice about in all their time together. He knew that they had technically dabbled in it once or twice in small ways but to fully commit to W.A.M meant making a mess. It meant leaving behind smears, puddles, and streaks over surfaces wherever they decided to do this. A mess when they had spent three days together cleaning their home. Yet he'd been far too intrigued in the idea to let his gaze wander to something else. The two nights he'd spent at home he'd pulled up his private browser.

All with the intent on doing some silent research. Risky when his husband was curled into his back, their legs tangled together, but he'd been itching to look. Painfully curious despite the deafening snores into his neck. He'd spent hours curled on his side looking and tapping on links whenever he could. Reading, watching, and processing everything he could come across. Mindful of the sketchier links, he'd been intrigued by what he had found. It was so simplistic yet disgustingly messy. Something that looked uncomfortable.

Interesting. It was a type of morbid curiosity he held for it. On Friday night after the blonde had flown out of the house to get to work, he had spent the night on his laptop. Spread over the bed researching all he could on sploshing that he possibly could. That the internet provided down the substances that could be used to how they could pull this off. The dos and don'ts of W.A.M to know what was best to avoid and what made it better.Yet with all the cleaning it had felt rude thinking of asking his husband.

To ask him if they could make a mess when they had scrubbed so many surfaces in the past few days. Yet he couldn't shake the idea. There was something disgustingly fascinating about the thought of himself being covered in something slippery. Slipping and sliding against the blonde with more than the clammy sheen of sweat that would form. The lube had fingers sliding slickly over skin. It was something that he wanted to shy away from yet it was thrilling. Exciting to think of the mess that could be made with his husband.

To be sliding against him slickly without a proper hold? It had him flushed to think about it that night. The night before it. While it would hardly be the most intense thing, they would be doing down the line it was definitely one of the messier ones. And with all the cleaning how could he bring it up? He knew it wouldn't take much at all to merely say it out loud to Hizashi. To explain what it was and what he wanted to use. That if they could keep it contained to their bathroom or shower the cleanup would be easier on them.

While he hardly wanted to be going at it back to back in fear of a flare up it was hard to blot out that quiet desire. The urge to live it just once to feel the blonde sliding against him. Slickly rubbing together. There was an excitement surrounding it that had him morbidly curious enough to try it. To see if it truly looked as slippery, as slick, and arousing as it seemed to be in the few silent videos he had seen. It was just that odd guilt that kept him from speaking up and he knew it. It was rational while irrational at once.

His husband had said so many times that it was fine to want what he wanted, and he could say anything with no judgement. And yet here he was hesitating over a question he hadn't even asked his husband yet. All for the fear of being rude. While it was rational, he truly wished this one habit of his would die with the others. That he didn't have that old self-consciousness and embarrassment strangling him at the worst, inopportune moments with his husband. What was stopping him now from saying what he wanted?

In being upfront with the blonde about his desires? It was the whole point of the first and current challenge! Yet he was tightlipped all for the fear of offending his husband. But would it be the end of the world if he spoke on it? No. No, it wouldn't. He needed to just say it. The soft kneading against his stomach tore him out of his thoughts when he felt lips pressing against his throat in a few soft kisses. Gentle pecks that had his heart jumping up to his throat as he fought the urge to fidget beneath his husband's hand.

His breath trembled out of him when he rubbed his cheek to the soft blonde locks again. Shivering at a harder breeze rushing over them bringing with it that distinctive scent of rain. He tightened his arm instinctively around Hizashi's waist to hold him closer to his side when he felt an identical shiver race over the blonde. Despite the chill that had goosebumps rising over his skin not a muscle was used to move. Not yet. Bringing his right hand down, he traced along his husband's forearm gently with a featherlight caress.

One that had a few more kisses being pressed up beneath his jaw. It had him shuddering again at that shot of warmth making its way through him as he bit his inner cheek lightly. It had him melting at those soft lips pressing along his throat in pecking kisses. The feeling of his husband curling tightly against his side with knees pressing to his as they lifted up slightly. Not quite curling over his but they were damn close. His heart skipped wildly in his chest at that warmth radiating into his skin off of his husband.

Shooting through his veins at the mere thought of Hizashi curling up into his lap. It was hardly "cuddle while outside" weather but dammit if he didn't love it. Loved the second there was nice weather he could get small moments just like this. He could only imagine how nice it was going to be to sit out here on those late summer afternoons. Sipping on a glass of wine as he curled into his husband to watch the sunsets. Nights spent out here after walking Eri through a routine she was steadily growing independent with.

Fingers dug into his stomach with soft kneading motions that had the muscles jumping with a vicious quiver beneath his fingers. The soft kisses being placed along his throat moved to the side of his neck. Coming up to nuzzle gently below his ear where the join of his jaw was. An unusual spot yet he didn't mind it one bit as those soft lips nuzzled against him. There was a thudding rub against his knee before Hizashi's right knee was curving up over his left. Hooking around it forcing his legs apart insistently.

The blonde hummed softly into his skin sending shivers down his back when fingers slid along his stomach. What was the fascination with it lately? He was hardly as toned or muscular as he used to be a year or two ago. He wasn't unhealthy or gaining weight rapidly as he was still fit but what was the fascination over the past year? Last year there had been the beginning signs of a softness that his husband seemed to have missed then. Had looked over. And yet now that it was making itself abundantly clear it.

Hidden easily underneath his clothing but it seemed the blonde couldn't keep his hands from his stomach. Always prodding, rubbing, squeezing and nuzzling his face into it when they were laid awkwardly together. On the edge of their bed. It was hardly the first odd thing he'd done in their marriage. After all, his husband used to have the awful habit of squishing his face against his ass cheek to a nuzzle. However, the focus seemed to be on his stomach lately. Was it just the change? A milestone of sorts?

Could it be the novelty of his incoming "Dad-bod" as he heard it being called coming in? He twitched at the cold touch of his husband's fingers against his waist once the hem of his shirt was flipped up. A light caress that gave way for that soft palm pressing against his waist. Lips then peppered upwards once, twice, before teeth nipped at his earlobe. That click of the two studs there was loud as they hit off of the blonde's teeth. His breath caught on a hitch when the blonde let out another of those low hums.

The whisper of his palm brushing over skin rang out. The warmth of his husband's breath fanned over his earlobe when he got another nip before Hizashi was moving up. Teeth bit down softly on the shell of his ear while that palm slid along the curve of his waist. Coaxing him to twist towards the blonde as the swing wobbled beneath them as a silent reminder they weren't on the couch. Weren't on the bed. It was a moving seat that could flip and leave them on the porch in a heartbeat. They were outside as well.

The straps holding it up were already so old it would only take one hard yank to get this damn thing to buckle beneath them. All reminders he needed. He planted his feet to stop their light, idle swinging it merely had his husband's legs curling up to drape over his left knee as that hand kneaded gently at his waist. Teeth biting softly at his ear once more before blowing gently into it had him jolting. It had tingles racing down his back when it was repeated lightly with nails grazing over his waist with that caress moving up.

Sliding up to his side, his breath shuddered out of him as a low hum left his husband when his arm tightened instinctively around his waist. He was so warm, warm, warm with it shooting right through his veins. Slithering along his bones in lazy flashes beneath the surface of his skin. Heat burned in the back of his neck much to his annoyance as it stung at the tips of his ears when he got another low hum from the blonde. Was this his foot in the door? If his husband was possibly in the mood then perhaps?

Maybe this was this his chance to bring up the idea? The quiet desire of his? That curiosity? He forced his right hand to move to brush over the blonde's forearm down to his wrist. Grabbing gently at him before it could disappear beneath his shirt to target at his side. He gave it a gentle squeeze when fingers weaved in between his. Fitting comfortably between his own when he moved his thumb gently along the side of Hizashi's hand. Loving the wordless coo it got him from the blonde curling into him.

The warmth of him radiating into him fought off the chill. A warmth that kept that wind from being overwhelming as he squeezed the hand in his once more. The arm he had wrapped around that slender waist as Hizashi then nuzzled at the spot beneath his ear. Right by the join of his jaw softly when the blonde's warm breaths fanned over his ear. "You wanna head inside, baby? It's getting a bit chilly, and I could stand warm you up if you want?

"Warm me up, huh? Is that what we're saying instead of asking to have sex then?" The blonde pulled back with that wide grin curling over his lips that had his stupid little mustache twitching. There was a sparkle to that gaze as spots of pink popped on his freckled cheeks when the arm around his shoulder tightened. A few thinner locks of hair fluttered against his shoulders with a lighter puff of a breeze. "If that is what it means, I'd like to talk to you about something. Do you, um, know what sploshing is?"

"Sploshing?" Blonde lashes fluttered in two quick blinks before brows were squeezing together creating that wrinkle between them. It had his nose scrunching ever so slightly which merely emphasized the smattering of freckles there. There was a thoughtful look to his husband as that playful sparkle was lost. Abandoned for the time being before his husband was shifting. "It sounds familiar but I'm not too sure of it actually. Though I'm guessing you know about it, don't you?"

Pinching his lips together briefly, he let his gaze flicker away before the hand in his squeezed gently as he took a breath. "Sploshing is also known as WAM. Wet and messy, if you know what that means either but from, I've seen it's been described as a kink and others as a fetish but it's just, um, when people get off when they're covered in stuff. Naked, face or to clothing but some like it sticky and messy while others just like the visual appeal to it all. It all comes down to textures and consistencies sometimes."

"Wow, baby, did you have that chopped up definition or something hidden up your sleeve?" Heat rushed to his cheeks in a tingle when the arm around his shoulder tightened then with a firm squeeze to his hand with a thumb moving along the side of his face. "I'm playing! I know, absolutely wrong time to be poking fun at you, baby, and I apologize, I do! But going by this I'll have to guess you wanna do it, yeah?"

"I- Yeah. I mean, I'd like to try doing it with you." Pausing briefly when he met the blonde's gaze with a tensing of his thighs to fight down that urge to fidget. Squirm and twist as if he was trapped in the blonde's lap rather than the other way around. His foot was in the door, and he just needed to bust it down. He needed to use his confidence to say it. He just needed to say it. "Some blogs I looked at said tha-that food is a good starter, but I don't, ah, want to be sticky? So, I thought we could use a cream?"

"Well, I don't blame you there! No one wants to be sticky in the middle of the afternoon, baby! What kinda of cream were you thinking of using? Do we have any more of the cool whip left over?" That thoughtful look remained on his husband's face when the hand in his gave another squeeze. His thumb moved to rub those soothing circles into it when the blonde hummed quietly before tugging at his hair sharply. "Oh! How about we use the shaving cream? I have to get more soon anyways so we could use the rest of mine!"

"You're really okay with this then? I know it's hardly hardcore or anything of the like, but you're sure you want to do it? I know how you feel sometimes about wet and messy things along with their substances no matter how comfortable you are with 'bodily fluids'. Are you really okay going in the bathtub and covering both of us in shaving cream? One hundred percent okay with that? We'll have to take safety precautions and be careful and I know how you are about your hair, Zashi."

There was a shift of the blonde in his lap when their conjoined hands were brought up with a smile breaking up that expression on his husband's face. Twisting their hands up, soft lips pressed against his knuckles then to the back of his hand softly when the blonde clicked his tongue at him. "I don't mind! I can put it up in a bun and it'll be saved from the worst of it! I can always wash it out! So, if you want this, baby, we can do it! We need a break from cleaning anyhow! I'll scrape my knuckles raw if we don't break!"

"You make it sound like I'm forcing you to clean! As if you aren't the one who's been going batshit crazy reorganizing and cleaning everything from top to bottom!" That smile widened over the blonde's lips as he caught that sparkle once again in his gaze when the blonde squeezed his hand gently. Placing another kiss to the back of his hand, he swallowed before shifting in his seat when the blonde tugged at his hair with his other hand. Playful. "You're really all in on this, then?"

"Yup! The way I see it is if you can let me chug your piss, make our own porn, and everything else we have planned without judging then this is no different! Baby, there's no need to overthink any of this, you know that right? This is merely broadening our horizons! So, don't be scared or embarrassed to say something you want, yeah? Whatever you choose on your turn, Shouta, we'll try! Because the worst thing we can do is judge one another and not try something before passing that judgement!"

Letting his gaze flick over the blonde's face he felt another squeeze being given to his hand which he returned. His husband leaned in then with lips pressing to his head with a hum as he then let out a breath as he squeezed his husband's hand again. He wasn't wrong. His words over the years had clearly made an impression on his husband. Tugging at their hands, he tipped Hizashi's hand to press a kiss to his knuckles. Copying that action from the blonde had him beaming. "Alright. I'd ask if now was good but-"

"Absolutely! Now is perfect! I love doing kinky shit with you and if going in the bathtub to cover you in shaving cream while I fuck you is what you want then I'll happily do it!" Another kiss was given to his head before Hizashi was crawling out of his lap. Standing upright with the bottoms of his feet brushing over the floor of the porch as the hand in his tugged gently to coax him up. "Like I said, an open mind is all we need, baby! It's not like I'll divorce you for liking something weird! Within reason, of course!"

"But of course, within reason." The corners of his mouth twitched before he let them curl up into a smirk when the blonde chuckled as he stood. Feet brushing over the floor, he turned to look at his phone with the papers tucked beneath them. Mail that needed sorting through but surely, it'd be fine to leave them in the backyard. Looking back to his beaming husband, he squeezed his hand again. "Let's try to be safe, yeah? It'll be porcelain and cream so the least we do is try not to get hurt doing this."

"I'll do my best to keep an eye on everything, baby! I'll pace us and make sure neither of us gets hurt, yeah? You can trust me to take care of both of us! Now, let's get a move on! We got an hour or two to ourselves so now would be perfect to take a break, don't you agree?"

A snicker burst out of him as he let himself be coaxed up onto his feet as his husband stepped backwards. The swing wobbled before coming forward to hit at his calves quickly with the lack of weight to it when he shuffled forward. Feet brushing over the wooden floor of the porch, he fell into step behind his husband. The back door was eased open allowing them to slip inside with Hizashi hissing at Sterling when she tried darting past their legs. Pushing her back with a foot, he crept up behind the blonde.

Shutting the door awkwardly behind him. A short sigh left his husband before he flipped the lock as the hand in his tugged once more. Coaxing him forward with a brush of their feet over the floor, he followed as he was pulled through their small dining room. Into the kitchen, a few bells of collars rang out as Cosmo, Cappella, and Void rushed forward ahead of them to join them in the bedroom. The light slap of feet over the tiled floor of the kitchen was loud as it broken up the quiet brush of feet.

The hand in his squeezed at his to which he gave a squeeze back when Hizashi put a pep to his step. Flying through the kitchen to their small hallway muted the soft thuds of their feet when Void chirruped down by their feet. The blonde made that famous, well known impersonation of a squirt bottle sound had Void, Cappella and Sterling darting off from the sound. However, Cosmo sat patiently by the doors with her large green eyes peering up at them. Stretching up to rub her face to Hizashi's calf with a rumbling meow.

Moving backwards to wind between his legs. He moved his foot to gently coax her away when Hizashi slid open the bedroom doors before tugging at his hand. Wedging himself through the gap, the white cat chirped up at him when he tugged the doors shut with a gentle thud of the wood striking together. Flipping the lock with a light click the blonde squeezed his hand before rushing towards the bedside table. His heart jumped to his throat with a skip before moving himself across the floor towards the bathroom.

The drag of the drawer opening with a hum leaving the blonde as the light thud of items being pushed at rang out. He paused before the bathroom, hesitating, as he watched the blonde pull out their box of condoms. Opening it to tear one off of the chain before tucking it away once more as it was then tossed into the drawer. Lube in hand, the drawer was shut with a snap as the blonde straightened up. Wavering on his feet when eyes flicked over to him, he swallowed before moving to step into the bathroom.

Hs heart jumping at the soft thumps of his husband's moving feet behind him. Rushing around the bed. Walking further into the bathroom, the light slaps of his feet ran out with their tinny quality as he reached forward to pull the shower curtain out of the way before pinning it to the left wall. The muted thud of his husband's feet sounded out before the blonde was rushing into the bathroom with him. Feet slapping over the tiles as the door was then eased shut with the small lock on it flipped into place.

While there had never been a fear of the lock failing on their bedroom doors, it always felt secure to flip the bathroom door lock. Especially when he knew and Hizashi knew that they were going to be doing something other than showering. It was better to be safe rather than to be confident and be caught somehow by their daughter. It was a mortifying thought. One that kept them vigilant about checking the locks before they did anything remotely sexual together. A precaution that Hizashi seemed to readily agree too.

The blonde placed down the lube and condom onto the sink counter before opening the small mirror hanging above it inside for the older cans of shaving cream for the both of them. The metal bottoms hit sharply off of the porcelain of the counter as he hesitated before forcing his hands to move. Grabbing at the hem of his shirt, bunching it to his palms, he lifted the fabric up over his stomach towards his chest. Swallowing at the gaze coming to rest on him when his husband turned towards him again.

Watching those pupils expanding ever so slightly as he stepped forward had his heart jumping into his throat once again. An airy drop to his stomach as he pulled his shirt up towards his head blocking off the view of the blonde. Shuddering at the quiet brush as palms slid over his waist followed by a gentle squeeze. Thumbs moving to roll circles above the waistband of his pants sending tingles racing under his skin. Chilled from the cool air outside, he yanked his shirt up over his head before dropping it to the floor.

His hair fell down to brush lightly over his shoulders, he felt hands tugging at him. To clutch him close, close, close much to his delight. Lifting his hands up, he slid plucked then tugged at the blonde's thin blouse insistently before raising it up towards his stomach. Letting his gaze flick down to the sight of that pale skin as he followed the dusting of his happy trail. Following the familiar path down where it disappeared beneath the waistband of his pants. Hands then squeezed at his waist before loosening their hold.

Following his own hands pull of the blouse in his hands was a riveting sight. Watching his husband's skin being exposed inch by inch up to his chest where he admired the curls of blonde hair covering his chest. The glint of those metal studs running through his husband's nipples that had begun hardening from the chill outside. It had his stomach dropping when hands lifted away from his waist allowing him to tug his shirt up towards his throat. Carefully bunching up the fabric in his hands as arms raised up slightly.

He eased them around his husband's ears to avoid them snagging and pulling on his hearing aids. Something that, while he'd never heard the blonde complain about, he knew hardly felt good when they were ripped from his ears. It had happened many times over the years and many times he'd watched his husband huff and puff over it when he'd bend to pluck his hearing aids up. It was an annoyance to his husband which meant taking his shirt off carefully despite the eagerness. The need to be rid of it.

Arms lifted up over his head as he pulled it up, up, up once that area near his ears was cleared. Locks spilling through neckline of his blouse swayed down as he got his shirt up with a grunt. Hair bounced annoyingly before it was spilling out of the neckline. Spilling down his back, over his shoulders, with a sway had him absolutely riveted as he abandoned the shirt behind them to the floor. Hands once again reached out towards his waist as he lowered his hands down to slid over his husband's freckled shoulders.

Warm. So unbelievably warm. He could admire and soak up the warmth of his husband's skin for hours. A hand brushed up the center of his back with a featherlight touch to get him shuddering. Goosebumps rising over his skin as he slid his own hands back to curl his arms around freckled shoulders. Tugging the blonde down as a hand slid up into his hair to cup the back of his head. A breath rushed out of him at the touch of the blonde's lips to his own. Soft. Warm. God, they were so damn soft against his own.

It had him curling against the blonde as the hand remaining on his waist squeezed at him firmly. He happily moved his lips with the blonde's as he felt those soft lips melting against his with another caress. Shaping to mold and curve to snugly fit with his for that all too familiar touch. The quiet whisper of moving lips was loud in the small space as his heart stumbled over its beats before settling into that light sprint. It had his stomach dropping with an intensity that had his breath trembling on its way in.

Rushing out of him as the hand resting on the back of his head pushed lightly with fingers moving to scratch at his scalp gently. Tightening his arms around the blonde's shoulders, he felt a sigh rushing over his warming cheek. That light smack broken up the quiet brush of lips moving together. Quiet breaths being taken only to fan onto flushed cheeks was loud in the small space of thier bathroom. Deafening. His husband felt so warm in his arms. Soft blonde locks brushed over the backs of his hands.

He curved to twist and press against the blonde. A twist that had the blonde humming softly as the hand in his hair gripped at locks in a tight pull. It had him swallowing down a whine as he felt Hizashi curving against him. Holding him close, close, close with the light press of the tub against his calves. A silent reminder. He felt a stutter to his breathing as his sprinting heart stumbled over its beats. God, the blonde always kept his hair, skin, and lips so soft. How did he keep up such a religious selfcare routine?

God knows he'd never understand it. Not in the slightest bit. But fuck if he didn't appreciate it. If he didn't adore it. He pressed himself tightly to his husband as the hand on his waist squeezed before sliding backwards to rest on his lower back. His arm squeezing around his waist in its place had his breath trembling out of him as he kept himself from leaning forward onto his feet. To keep his feet down in one place. Another soft sigh fanned over his cheek as lips slid against his when nails scratched gently at his scalp.

God, he did it so often to the blonde that he had truly forgotten how good it felt to have a hand in his own hair. A hand cupping the back of his head to keep his face close to the blonde's. That light scratch of nails over his scalp tugged at locks of hair wrapped around fingers. It had shivers racing down his back as he clutched Hizashi tightly to himself to which that arm around his waist squeezed his lower half closer. Tight. It had that familiar spark of pleasure bursting through him as heat slid along his bones.

Gripping him with that twist of desire. A flare of arousal when nails grazed over his lower back lightly. It was nice. He moved his lips with the blonde's as he admired that softness to them. The feel of that plumpness to them despite being towards the thinner side. They were absolutely addicting to kiss. To touch. It had him eager for another kiss each time those soft lips came down onto his. Hizashi had, in the past, lamented over his lips much like he had everything else about him, but he didn't see the fuss.

Thin lips or not, they were absolutely perfect. Softer than his own dry, often cracked lips that much was for sure. He absolutely loves the way they shaped and curved to fit against his own. Full lips or thin, small or big, it didn't matter one bit to him only that they kept him coming back for more. From the first time to now, he'd been drawn in easily for a kiss from the blonde. Effortlessly. It was how they'd spent half their lunch time after deciding to break from cleaning for a bit before they'd gone outside.

He'd spent several minutes pinned to the kitchen counter with those soft lips on his. Minutes that had left his head spinning from the quick breaths he'd taken and the fumes of the cleaning solutions lingering in the air after scrubbing the kitchen floor. The counters. It all but guaranteed a migraine later but fuck if it wasn't worth it to have those lips on his even once. It had been nostalgic; to kiss his husband in their kitchen with the scent of those cleaning solutions hanging about. To let himself be held close to the blonde.

Eerily similar to that very first time that his husband always proudly reminisced on. Had gone so far as to declare it was the first night they'd "made love" while the first night they properly fucked was different. He'd like to say he never saw a difference or saw the contrast between making love and fucking. But he did. It was all there in the way they approached it. The setting to it all. The heat of the moment made it painfully abundant once they were into it what it would be between them; fucking or lovemaking.

It was absolutely exciting not knowing which it would be going into it. There was a pull on his hair that had him inhaling sharply only for it to shudder on its way out as Hizashi let out a low hum. The hand on the back of his head pushed lightly as lips pressed with a renewed strength allowing for that intermittent smack to become consistent. Loud. He happily threw himself into the kiss with that renewed pressure as the arm around his waist squeezed at him. That smolder racing beneath his skin had him warm.

He clung onto his husband with a spark of eagerness making itself known. The sharp smack of thier moving lips was loud in the small room. Amplified. It had a shiver racing down his back as quick breaths fanned over his cheek when nails scratched lightly at him sending tingles racing under his skin down to pool into his stomach. Feeding into a quiet, twisting ache that had his breaths hitching as he shifted on his feet with a restless movement. Hizashi was so warm. How did this man always retain heat like that?

Hizashi fit perfectly beneath his arms as if to emphasize the years spent grooving into them. How they had bowed and shaped to hold the blonde in them comfortably. It had his stomach dropping with a vicious flutter as he moved his lips with the blonde's when the hand on his lower back slid upwards. Fingers pressing down firmly as they moved up, up, up the center of his back prompting him to arch forward in the tight press as a whine ripped out of him. Uncurling his right arm from Hizashi's shoulders.

His breaths hitching before shuddering out quickly at a yank on his hair. Fingers gripping a fistful to keep a taut pull on his scalp as lips slid against his firmly had heat bursting in a sizzling flash under his skin. Leaving him breathless as his head was tipped back slightly into the blonde's hand. Angling his face up as lips sliding slowly with that firm press. It had his damn toes curling against the cool tiles beneath his feet as his breath came faster. Shortening as he slid his right hand over the blonde's shoulder.

Down his upper arm to his elbow then down it to his side. A sharp breath fanned over his cheek as he slid his hand over the blonde's side which earned him the blunt scratch of nails down his back prompting him to twist against his husband. A sharp breath of his own flying out of him as his chest pressed tightly to Hizashi's when a whine ran out shrilly when he slid his hand slid along his waist. Touching the warmth of it as shivers raced over the blonde at the touch as he created that all too familiar circuit along his waist.

Sweeping up his side occasionally had the blonde humming in a strained note as sharp smacks rang out from those slow kisses. The firm press that had him eager for another caress of those lips to his own. Catching that passion bleeding slowly into the kiss. The desire. It had his shortening breaths hitching at the undercurrent of emotion that had arms clutching tight, tight, tight at him. Pinning him to the blonde from hip to chest. It was a simplistic desire being itched to be held so closely to his husband.

To have lips sliding slowly with that firm pressure to get him smoldering. Burning. To be drowning under a desire so evident. Hizashi's hand slid along the center of his back as lips slid against his with those sharp smacks as lips grew ever lightly damp with each slid against his. Sliding his hand along Hizashi's waist, he swept it up for a caress along his side that got the blonde squirming against him. A sharp, stuttered breath fanning over his cheek broke up those racing ones as the hand in his hair yanked.

Squeezing tightly to keep up that tug on his scalp tore a low moan out of him. He'd done it to Hizashi countless times, but God knows it felt fucking good. He shuddered at the groan he got from the blonde as he dragged his nails down his side. A trembling sound that had his heart jumping wildly over its sprinting beats as his dick twitched with interest. The ache twisting low in his stomach as he clutched at the blonde only to feel hands holding onto him just as fervently. A tight grip on him that held him clos.

Nails raked down the center of his back tearing another low moan out of him when he crushed his lips to the blonde's. Tightening his arm around his shoulders, he grabbed at those golden blonde locks in a sharp pull that had a moan flying out of his husband with hips twitching forward. It had him wobbling on his feet when his legs hit off the edge of the tub. Bad choice. Bad, bad, bad but God it had his blood burning with that flash of heat. Robbing him of breath at the intensity, he slid his hand down.

Following the curve of his husband's slip waist. Squeezing at him had his husband shuddering when he curved his hand backwards along his lower back with a hitching breath being taken. Sharp. It was ironic standing before the bathtub on wobbling feet, but he didn't want to move. To break apart. Not when he was being kissed with such desire, such lust, it had his shortening breaths rasping through his nose. Melting under that heat when he brushed his fingers over his husband's lower back lightly.

Sliding down to flick his fingers at the waistband of his pants had hips arching forward against him once again. Wobbling lightly from the push, arms tightened around him with a quiet whine leaving the blonde. Encouraging him onwards. He happily slid his hand down to grab at his husband's ass in a hard squeeze that had the blonde moaning with a burst of volume. Loudly bouncing off the walls back to him with their tinny quality as he squeezed. Digging his fingers into his ass, his dick gave another twitch.

Hips pressed tightly to his with short breaths fanning over his hot cheek. Lips crushing themselves down onto him with that damp slide as fingers tightened in his hair in another sharp pull on his scalp. Another sizzling burst of that heat under his skin left him hot, hot, hot. Then nails raked below his shoulder blade tearing a moan out of himself. All from one request on the porch swing. A casual conversation. It had him hot as he tightened his arm around the blonde's shoulder. Holding himself tightly to Hizashi.

Gripping at his fistful of hair in time with a squeeze on his husband's ass earning himself another of those trembling moans. It had that excitement twisting into him viciously when a whine ripped out of him. Nails raked over his scalp then which resulted in a sharp spark of pain racing over his scalp but fuck him, it was good. It had tingles racing down his back as his breath flew out of him in a short huff. Digging his fingers into the hold on Hizashi's ass had the blonde moaning out again at him.

The sound wavered in a low, throaty pitch that had his stomach fluttering when lips slid against his with an slow increase in speed. Inching up past the slow slides, he was more than happy to follow along as the sharp smacks rang out. Deafening in the silence when he gave another squeeze. Flat or small, nonexistent or noticeable, he fucking loves his husband's ass. To hold, pinch, slap, squeeze and grab onto it whenever he could. He fucking loves it when he got the responses he got from the blonde.

The hard, quick kisses had him absolutely delighted yet he could feel them slowing again ever so slightly. Growing lighter. It had him whining in the back of his throat as he chased after those lips instinctively. Rushing forward to catch a few more of those hard kisses before his husband pulled back. Lips breaking apart with a sharp smack as racing, short breaths fanned over his tingling lips. He tightened his holds on the blonde tearing a moan from the man as hips arched forward to press tightly against him.

Grinding awkwardly that had his thighs tensing with the rest of him as he stiffened to stay upright. It was odd but it was exciting. Had his blood boiling through his veins with that heat when his dick gave a volley of twitches at the excitement twisting into him. The delight at the subtle feel of that hardening erection grinding against him. A light press that had him happily giving in to the awkward positioning as he arched his hips forward. Grinding forward when he used his grip on his hair to pull him back down.

Lips crushed themselves to his once more as he tensed himself with the forced arch of his hips. Giving into that light grind against his husband earning himself a moan as he was swung around on his feet up into the blonde's arms. Releasing his hold on his ass with a drag of his nails over the fabric as a yelp left him. Muffled as he was spun around with a slap of feet over the floor until there was a clatter as his husband sat down onto the toilet seat. Dragging him onto his lap, he happily squirmed forward with a gasp.

Lips broke briefly with the sudden movement when he was pulled onto his husband's lap. Legs spread beneath his own holding his open wide, wide, wide much to his delight when he swallowed before Hizashi's hand was yanking at his hair. Cupping the back of his head before pulling him forward to which he flew forward to cover those soft lips with his own. Shivering when the blonde slid his hand along his waist as fast, shallow pants fanned over his hot cheek. Held tightly to the blonde as he sank into his lap.

Melting into those kisses that held the same quick speed allowing for the sharp smacks to fill the silence of the bathroom. A hard press to his that he was all too delighted to resume once more as he clutched himself tightly to his husband. Chests pinning tightly together as he gripped at the blonde locks before giving a sharp yank that had a moan spilling out of his husband. It was unbelievably, ridiculously arousing. Everything about it was stupidly hot from the start. There was simply no rhyme or reason to that heat.

He was more than overjoyed to tuck himself in the blonde's lap with his feet pressing to the wall behind the toilet. Bracing them against it as he twisted locks around his hand giddily. Sliding his lips against Hizashi's with that quick, hard press that had his stomach dropping. His dick twitching excitedly when his husband's hips arched up with thighs tensing beneath his spread legs. Rolling up against him sent sparks of heat up his back when his shallow pants stuttered. Choking under that spark of eagerness.

Jumping at the chance to grind his hips down against the blonde properly. There was a rush of heat at the feeling of the blonde hardening beneath him as nails raked over his waist. Racing pants fanning over his cheek as fingers ripped at his hair tearing a moan out of him when he ground down fiercely. Tight circles that had his husband moaning at him lowly with hips arching up against him to mimic that grinding. The hand on his waist curled backwards towards his lower back with nails grazing lightly over it.

Sweeping up his back coaxing him to arch forward. And oh, he was shuddering when nails were raking down the center of his back. Between his shoulder blades down to his lower back had one of those mortifyingly loud moans leaving him. Ringing off the bathroom walls as he ground his hips down with that eagerness as lips moved against his with that growing passion. Lustful without the need to part lips. To open mouths up. It had his racing, shallow pants hitching in only to fly out on a choked sound.

Whining when he felt a light press on the back of his head. Urging his lips to press harder to those soft ones which he was all too delighted to give in too. Sharp smacks ringing out when the hand on his lower back was moving. He jumped when a can cracked deafeningly to the tiled floor. A startling sound that had Hizashi grunting into the kiss when hips ground up against him. That rush of heat sizzling through him when the blonde fumbled over the counter before the hand in his hair began to work itself out.

Pulling free from the wild locks with light tugs that had him whining shrilly at the blonde who groaned back at him when it dropped down to grip at his waist. Hips grinding tightly up against him with another sharp thrust had his dick giving another volley of twitches when nails raked forward along his waist. Oh, it had that gush of blood rushing down, down, down. Sizzling through his veins as that heat twisted under his skin impatiently. Wanting, wanting, wanting. Needing, needing, needing his husband.

And then the hand on his waist was gone with shallow pants racing over his cheek with lips moving urgently. Excited. It had him huffing his pants quickly as he tightened his arms around his husband when his dick twitched before it began to harden with that gush of blood. Hot, hot, hot. Twisting against the blonde eagerly as he rolled his hips down against his husband with those tight circles. Listening to the quiet rustling of their pants rubbing together was loud in the bathroom. The quiet, back-of-throat noises being made.

He then heard a squeak followed by the water rushing. His brows twitched together when a hand wiggled between them to push lightly at his chest coaxing him back. Lips breaking from his with a sharp smack as he opened his eyes to find the blonde bringing a can of shaving cream between them. Turning his head as the can was switched from hand to hand to fuss with the water with a hum before eyes were flicking to him. Sparkling with interest before the blonde was pulling the top to the can off with a pop.

Then fingers were pressing down on the nozzle with the can aimed towards him. He swallowed a yelp at the jet of cool liquid being squirted over his chest to his stomach in a lazy S. Drizzled over him when it was then brought back up towards his shoulders. His upper arms. With a quiet hum, it was then placed on the edge of the tub when Hizashi lifted his hand to smear the whitening cream over his chest and stomach. His upper arms, shoulders, and up along his throat. Over his sides down to his waist.

Then that foam covered hand was reaching towards the sink to get a palmful of water that was then brought forward quickly to slap onto his shoulder. Water rushed down his back, his chest, and he shuddered when the blonde reached out to repeat the action with another palmful of water as he leaned back. Moving quickly, the water held in his husband's cupped hand sloshed before it was slapped onto his chest. A splatter that spread up onto his chin when that wet hand moved downwards as he watched with fascination.

Watching soaked fingers moving through the shaving cream to spread the water the best he could. Resulting in thin lines beginning to streak down his chest to his stomach when Hizashi's hand moved away. Dipping into the sink, the cream was washed off slightly when that hand was cupping itself. Filling with water, it was quickly splashed onto his stomach with a splatter that hit his chest. Lines of shaving cream streaked over his skin to soak into the waistband of his pants leaving them soaked from the liquids.

And yet he was riveted. Hot as he watched the ticklish lines streaking down his skin when he took notice of the splash back onto his husband's own chest and stomach. Another lazy swipe of that wet hand through the mess dripping down his chest and stomach. There were a few light splashes as the blonde washed his hand off before grabbing at the lube. Riveted to that slick hand coming between them, he watched the blonde bringing his dry hand up to squeeze a dollop of lube onto it. Then that hand was held up towards him.

Blonde brows raised at him with a twitch to the corners of those lips as the dollop glistened on fingers. The silent invitation and question was undoubtedly clear. Blatant. It had a stunning, breathtaking flash of heat sizzling beneath his skin in a sudden burst that had him squirming. Reaching out to cover those fingers before moving his hand to cover them in a layer of lube. The slick squelches ringing out as he curved and threaded his fingers between Hizashi's to ensure that lube was spread evenly over them.

His hardening dick twitched with that sharp twist of excitement when he let his gaze flick to his husband to find that heated gaze on him. Challenging him to look away as he spread the lube over his husband's fingers. Daring him to keep his eyes on him. With a slick squelch, he worked his fingers from between the blonde's with a shuddering breath. Thin lines of water tickled on their slithering paths down to soak into the waistband of his pants. And he giddily leaned forward to press himself against Hizashi.

A slick splatter of the shaving cream between them. Sliding slickly against his husband that had him groaning as the blonde's hands curved backwards with hips arching up against him in that tight grinding. A snapping, guttural groan leaving the blonde as wet fingers slid beneath the waistbands of his clothing. Lift his boxers and pants away from his waist allowing for both hands to dip beneath them. Quickly sliding beneath as a wet slap of them snapping down onto his husband's skin had him shuddering.

Had a shiver running over his husband when wet fingers grabbed at a cheek. A hard squeeze being given as he groaned lowly at his husband before leaning forward. Crushing his lips to Hizashi's when the hand holding his cheek pulled him apart slightly. Dropping his feet from their braced position on the wall to the floor with a grunt. He then angled forward against the blonde his hips arching back slightly giving him the space to reach. He shuddered with a whine as he crushed his lips to the blonde's again.

Whining at his husband when fingers wriggled before slipping between his cheeks. Making the skin unpleasantly slippery before they were sinking down further. Finding then rubbing against him blindly in a slick slide that had him whining when he ground his hips down viciously. Tight circles that had his husband groaning up at him with hips arching up slightly to join in his grinding as fingers rubbed against him slickly. Up and down, up and down, up and down over him with that maddening pressure.

The sharp smack of their moving lips was loud in the silence of the bathroom as the mess between them allowed for a slick slide against his chest. It had him shuddering at the excitement the sensation of it brought. Wet. Huffing pants fanned over his cheek as his husband's fingers slid against him slickly. He knew it was his fault for not telling him to go to the tub first. But the splattering of water had been too tempting to protest against. Not when he was sliding slickly against his husband's chest delightedly.

He twisted his dry fingers into his hair earning himself another of those snapping moans as fingers rubbed, rubbed, rubbed against him. A touch and go pressure that had his feet pressing against the floor to buck back against those sliding fingers when they gave a swirl. Whimpering into the kiss, he squeezed a fistful of hair in his grasp as fingers pressed against him in another firm rub. Slipping over him when his hole gave a mortifying twitch beneath the blonde's fingers. Involuntary yet it didn't make it less embarrassing.

Whimpering breathlessly when he got another of those playful swirls against him from the blonde. So hot, hot, hot when the blonde shifted his fingers to press the tips of it against him. Tracing the rim of his hole only for it to give a mortifying twitch as another whimper ripped its way out of him at that touch. Teasing. It was a damn tease. It had him whimpering shrilly at his husband only to get another snapping groan when he jerked his hips back insistently. Hizashi swirled the tips of his fingers against him.

Shudders raced down his back at that firm touch as fingers slid in a lazy circle over him. He could happily play at this man's games all afternoon. Delight in it. Fingers swirled against him then as he groaned at the blonde with a spark of that impatience. Tightening his left arm around his shoulders when another slick rub was given before a finger began to press against him. Pressing, pressing, pressing against him when he moved his right arm from around his shoulders. Sliding it down between them to his husband's slick chest.

Just as he had to grab at his ass. He moved down, down, down towards that foam covered stomach with a firm press of his fingers into him. Muscles jumped in a vicious quiver beneath his hand when his husband hissed in a breath yet it was drowned beneath the moan that flew out of him. Enthusiastic when that finger finally, finally, finally sank into him as it slid into him effortlessly in mere seconds. He clutched tightly around that slim finger eagerly when the pad of that finger pressed against him firmly.

Rolling those soothing circles into his inner wall had his hips squirming backwards with that spark of eagerness. Exhilaration. He slid his wet fingers over the soaked wet band of his husband's pants earning himself a moan from his husband as hips bucked up in a thrust against him. Sparks of heat raced up his back when he worked his hand down over his pants then down between his husband's spread thighs to cup his groin. Shaking his fingers to cover the bulge of his erection as it twitched beneath them.

He pressed down curiously against the blonde earning himself a groan from the man when he hummed on that strained note. He kneaded at his husband's erection in firm squeezes that had the blonde groaning in that strangled, guttural pitch before he rubbed his hand over him. Oh, it had his husband bucking up against his hand as he rubbed at him with a firm press down against him. That finger wriggled within him before resuming those tight, firm circles being rubbed into his inner wall to which he squeezed around it.

God, fuck him if his husband wasn't using a delightful pressure that left him breathless. Squirming with a huff as the blonde then pulled his finger back only to thrust it in shallowly. A squelch rang out sending shivers up his back as he gasped in a breath through his nose. Lips slid against his fervently with a quiet urgency. Lust that had him burning up as heat twisted under his skin with each thrust of his husband's finger into him. A quick, easy rhythm he mirrored when he moved his hand to rub at him.

Tearing moans from the man as he pressed his fingers down eagerly against the blonde with his rubbing. Huffing pants fanned over his cheek as lips moved against his in a frenzy filling the space with those sharp smacks. The slick, wet sound when he slid against his husband was deafening as he listened to the drag of his hand over the fabric of his husband's pants. Melting together with the huffing pants fanning over hot cheeks. The muffled squelches of his husband's thrusting finger when fingers dug into his ass cheek.

It had his heart hammering against cheek as that finger thrusted into him. Rubbing at his husband had the moans spilling out of the man in that throaty pitch to send tingles down his back. His own keening moans ripping out of him as his husband's finger thrusted into him quickly. Rubbing the pad of it carelessly over his inner wall with each inwards thrust as he clutched tightly around that thin digit. God, if his husband was willing to forsake teasing so fast was, was he really that worked up? Or was it his impatience?

Had he been that far in the mood he'd only now picked up on it when his husband had been getting handsy outside? Or had the mood struck him out of nowhere? He had not a clue but God if it didn't get him hot feeling hips jiggling insistently beneath his rubbing hand. He kept that tight press down against him as he rubbed at the squirming blonde. Moans dripping out of the man with such enthusiasm he knew he would be rendered hoarse if he wasn't careful. It had him rubbing fast, fast, fast at the blonde

The blonde squirmed beneath him with thighs twitching apart beneath his own as that finger moved to mimic his speed. Rubbing at him good, good, good as that hand clutched at his ass cheek with such strength it had him moaning out when fingers pressed into the skin. Squeezing at him. It was hot in their confined little space when he twisted against his husband with a whimper at the shallow thrusts of that finger. Snapping into him with that fast speed as his own neglected erection twitched with a twist of that ache.

Drops of pre-come soaking into the fabric of his boxers as a shudder raced down his back hand-in-hand with that spark of heat. Sizzling. He rubbed quickly at his husband delightedly with the fabric rolling ever so slightly beneath his fingers. Pressing down against that twitching bulge had his own hips jerking restlessly with a whimper tearing its way out of him as he felt the hand holding him open tugging again. Pulling him apart as he clenched around that thrusting finger. But God it felt as if it had been so long.

So unbearably long since he'd had those long, thin fingers inside of him. So long since he let the blonde take the work of spreading him open. Shivers raced down his back as he arched back eagerly when the blonde began to deepen his thrusts into him. Firm rubs of that finger against his inner wall before pressing in at him tearing a keening moan out of himself. Squirming in a slick slide against his husband renewed that flaming heat beneath his skin. Swore he could feel hardened nipples rubbing against his chest.

Was it that? Or merely the piercings running through his husband's nipples? He had not a clue but fuck, it got his stomach flipping. A fire lit in him as he moved his hand quickly over his husband with a hard press of his fingers against that twitching bulge. Growing confident with his rubbing at the blonde earning himself a throaty, ecstatic moan from Hizashi. Shuddering at the subtle arch to his husband's back as hips jerked to thrust up against his palm. Fingers digging into his cheek in a fierce squeeze.

That thrusting finger paused then when he felt a renewed pull on his cheek tearing a low moan out of him. Felt the tight, firm circles being rubbed into his inner wall with a pressure that had him moaning out in that throaty pitch. Arching his hips back ever so slightly with that spark of excitement when he felt the shift as that second finger was brought closer. Rubbing against the rim of his hole causing the muscles to spasm in a mortifying twitch as he then clenched around that still finger. Eager for another thrust.

Another rub against his inner walls. One more, one more, one more. It tore a moan out of his husband as that finger rubbed against him again sending shivers up his back. Pushing, pushing, pushing at him as he rubbed at the blonde before pausing his own hand while hips jiggled up in favor of kneading at him. Squeezing at that twitching bulge had his husband throwing his head back. Breaking those feverish kisses with a piercing, ear ringing shout flying out of him with hips bucking up against his hand.

That finger finally began to wriggle in with that first tearing a wild moan of his own out of him as he arched his hips back against the blonde's hand. Squirming slickly against the man as he kneaded at him then shifting his hand to grind the heel of his hand against what he hoped was the head of his erection. Knowing he'd gotten it when the blonde cried out with a startling volume that bounced off the walls effortlessly. God, he was hot, hot, hot. The pricking, clammy sweat formed over his forehead when that second finger rested next to the first.

Wasting no time, they spread out creating that light, stinging burn that had him crying out himself as he clutched at the blonde. Squeezing instinctively at his groin had hips jerking up with a choked howl leaving the man once again. Ringing off the walls with its tinny quality as fingers trembled against his own quivering muscles. Coming together as he clamped down tightly around them with a gasp when the blonde pulled them back only to thrust them in. Sharp thrusts broken up by another fierce spread of his fingers.

Sparks of heat ripped up his back tearing another cry out of him. Clawing at that freckled shoulder with his left hand as he forced his right to roll against his groin. Tight circles before he was giving a fierce squeeze that had hips jerking up beneath him as fingers spread out again. It had him moaning at that same light burn as he was spread around trembling fingers. Burning up. God, it felt so fucking good. It left him breathless to have those fingers spreading him out once more before they came together.

Wiggling slightly when he squeezed around tightly with a moan ripping out of him. Admiring that fullness that came with those fingers before they were thrusting into him once more. Sharp, shallow thrusts that had him moaning as the blonde's head raised up with a gasp only to lean forward with his lips parting. The light brush of his tongue tracing his lower lip was exciting as he let out a shuddering gasp. Squirming with a backwards thrust of his hips to meet a sharp thrust of his husband's fingers.

Twisting slickly against the blonde when that tongue lapped across his lips with his tongue ring rubbing gently against his top lip. Fuck. Him. He parted his lips, opening his mouth up with a gasp as he pressed himself tightly to the blonde with a slick slide of his skin to his. His chest against his own heaving once from the shaving cream and water concoction his husband had made. It was undoubtedly going to get in his hair if it wasn't already. Hardly a proper mess but surely it wouldn't take long, would it?

He crushed his lips to the blonde's with a keening moan leaving him as he abandoned his kneading for his rubbing once more. Eager to return that pleasure as fingers thrusted into him quickly. Squelches muffled by his pants as fingers dug into his ass cheek fiercely. His feet pressed to the floor with a light tremble to his legs with that urge to move. To rock himself to meet the thrusts of those fingers yet he refused. Not on the toilet seat. Not with how slick he felt against the blonde. How he was slipping against him.

And God knows he was only going to get slicker once they moved to the tub. It had his pants trembling on a hitch when the blonde spread his fingers out once again as he moved his tongue. There was a click of that tongue piercing against teeth as he eagerly met the blonde's tongue to flick at the metal ball. Swirling his tongue against it when a moan flew out of his husband as he eagerly rubbed at that twitching bulge. Just how wet were the blonde's boxers going to be with those drops of pre-come?

Did they feel as wet as his own did? It had him shuddering as his hips bucked for that same friction he was giving his husband. The feel of that wet patch soaking into his boxers clung onto him sending another shiver down his back as he whined. Jerking back towards jerking fingers in a twitch when they thrusted into him with those careless rubs over his inner walls. Spreading out again, again, again. Eager pushes at his inner walls as he squirmed against the blonde who let out a sharp, keening whimper at him.

Twisting against the blonde eagerly when he felt those fingers give a few more snapping, shallow thrusts into him before they were falling into their rhythm. The routine of their thrust, thrust, thrust, spread that had his lashes fluttering on his hot cheeks. Moaning into the blonde's mouth as he twisted his tongue eagerly with his husband's as that tongue piercing clicked off of his teeth. He rubbed, slid, and massaged his tongue to Hizashi's only to have playful flicks be given from the blonde as his tongue twisted against his.

Sliding against his with a firm rub of that tongue to his. The heat was twisting under his skin as it ate him up from the inside out. So hot, hot, hot. Burning. Feverish against his husband. It felt shameless. Disgustingly shameless to let his legs be spread open so wide by his husband in their bathroom as he was spread open with those slender fingers of his. Fingers he fucking adored. It had his lashes fluttering against his cheeks as his brows squeezed together with a throaty moan flying out of him. Desperate.

Eager. Muffled squelches rang out mixing in with the cacophony of noise. Little things that did little to help that raging fire that howled and demanded relief. For something to his erection as pre-come dripped shamelessly into the wet fabric tearing a groan out of him. Everything was so wet. Hot. It was burning him up faster than he thought it would. Hotter than it had looked on his screen. It had his erection straining against his pants as his hips bucked urgently. Needing friction. Pressure. God, it felt so fucking good.

And he felt shameless.Messy. Oh, it was eating him up. He huffed through his nose as he swirled his tongue against that metal ball once more before nudging at it playfully. Earning himself a flick of his husband's tongue to his which he answered in kind with a flick of his own against the blonde's as he twitched his hips with an impatient whimper. A keening sound that had his husband groaning when he clenched tightly around those thrusting fingers. Careless, firm rubs over his inner walls with each thrust.

It was a sensation that threatened to make him drool if he wasn't careful. He twisted his tongue eagerly with the blonde's when he got another sliding rub of that tongue to his. He was burning up when his husband's fingers spread out to push at him tearing another whimper out of him. Squirming, the blonde squeezed at his cheek fiercely with a snapping moan leaving the blonde. He needed it. Needed, needed, needed as those fingers spread out again, again, again. Wanting so badly as he swirled his tongue with Hizashi's.

He could spend hours like this. Nights twisted up with the blonde as he wailed until his throat was hoarse. Grabbing, holding, clawing until he felt truly satisfied, he'd gotten all he could get. Given all he could give. It had him squirming against his husband with a whine as fingers pushed out against him bringing with it a pleasure that tore a snapping, guttural moan out of him. Shaking his hips instinctively in that cagey side-to-side had his husband growling at him when he clenched around those spread fingers.

Trembling as they pushed at him before coming together only to push out once more. A scissoring motion repeated relentlessly to push him open as he panted through his nose with hips jiggling in shallow thrusts against his hand as he rubbed at him. Pressing down firmly until he was half convinced, he could feel that patch of pre-come soaking beneath his fingers. It had his heart hammering sickeningly against his chest when the blonde brought his fingers again to thrust into him. God, he couldn't get enough of that rub.

He could let this man fuck him with his fingers all night long. In bed. Against the shower wall. Before the mirror as he clung to the counter. Let him go to fucking town getting him off with those talented fingers of his. Reaching deeper than his ever hoped too made for an addictive sensation. An addicting desire to have those slender fingers thrusting into him as they were. Pushing him open in a way he had memorized from those beautiful camera angles his husband had used in a few of their videos.

The aweing sight of his hole being spread open on camera had been mortifying at first. Embarrassing when the blonde had gleefully pointed it out over camera countless times. He'd hardly been able to watch the scenes in those videos, but he'd gotten up the confidence to eventually look. To watch with a sense of fascinated arousal at the sight of himself being spread open. And then he watched it again. And again. Repeatedly until they'd grown to be familiar to him. A sight that got him off like nothing else.

It was hot. And fuck him if he couldn't see that spread each time his husband's fingers pushed outwards. It had that heat sizzling under his skin as he gasped pants through his nose with that heat boiling his blood. His heart pounded against his chest viciously leaving him sick from the intensity of it. His husband punctuated another rapid spread of his fingers with a deeper thrust into him with a careless rub over his inner walls. Pressing down firmly against them when he jolted with a sharp breath raking down his throat.

Sparks of heat ripped up his back only to sizzle under his skin as he pulled from the kiss after that tongue had flicked at his. Wailing as he squirmed slickly against his husband with a tightening of his hands on the blonde. Gasping as he jerked his hips back desperately when the blonde thrusted his fingers in again. And again. Again, again, again. Wave after wave clawed up his back causing it to arch as his feet threatened to slip from beneath him as another wail ripped out of him. Oh, it was an amazing torment.

Strained as he clawed at the blonde's freckled shoulder with his left hand. Shaking. Gasping at the relentless heat when the blonde stilled his fingers within him. Spreading out once more with the base of his fingers spreading him out tore a snapping moan out of himself as they pushed. Spread, spread, spread before coming together to grind into that spot viciously. Hizashi couldn't. Couldn't choose now to tease. To pluck him apart. He wouldn't let it happen. Couldn't, couldn't, couldn't. Not now at the peak of that heat.

"Za-Zashi, please! Please, please, don't! Do-Don't tease! I- Ah! Ah, ah! Mmmm!" Oh, it was wicked the smirk on the blonde's swelling lips when he twisted with another wave of heat ripping up his back. Tearing a cry out of him as his chest slid slickly against the blonde's. "Please! Fu-Fuck me! Fuck me, fuck me, Zashi! Please! I don't wa-wanna wait! Ah! Nnghnn! Ma-Make a mess outta me! Ge-Get it all over me! Just- Nnnn! Gimme it already! I wa-want it! I want you now! No te-teasing!"

"No teasing, huh? You want my cock that bad? Want me to give this greedy hole what it wants now, huh? You think you can just ge-get what you want when- Mmm! Ah!" Kneading at the blonde had hips bucking up when the blonde groaned at him with another fierce grind of those fingers into his prostate. Sparks that left him blistering. Gasping. "Wa-Want me to fuck you in to the tub? Cover you in shavin' cre-cream? Cum all over you 'ti-til you don't know what's what? Make a mess?"

"Yes! Yes, yes, yes, Zashi! Mmnnn! Please! Fuck me so gooood, Zashi! Please? Please, gimme your co-cock? Fill me up so good? Just pl-please, don't tease! Don't- Nnnnghn! Ah! Ah, ah, Zashi, please! Ohhh, fuck! Please, love! Please! Gi-Gimme it? Ma-Make a mess outta me! Please? Please, Zashi?"

A whine left his husband as fingers spread out pushing at him tearing a keening moan out of him. Again, again, again. Scissoring his fingers out restlessly, repeatedly, until he felt ready to howl. Wail and beg again as he tightened his grip on the twitching bulge beneath his hand. A firm squeeze paired with a rolling grind of his heel against it tore a snapping groan out of the blonde. It sent a shiver up his back when fingers spread out to push at his inner walls viciously before pulling his fingers out of him slickly.

Hands slipped out of his boxers to curl up over the waistbands to jerk them down. He moved backwards then as his clothing was yanked down over his ass awkwardly with a grunt leaving the blonde. Moving backwards off of his husband's lap on shaking legs, he jerked his hands down to get his clothing off. Off, off, off. The blonde raised his own hips up to get his own pants down as he bent down to get the damp fabric down his legs. Pooling down to his ankles, he kicked them away eagerly as he straightened up.

He then stepped back allowing his husband the space to stand. Watching his clothing pool down to his ankles in a heap. Stumbling towards their shower, he glanced at the corner of his eye when the blonde grabbed at the condom. The sight of his erection curving up against his stomach had his heart jumping to his throat. The cheeky wink of light off of those three studs as they caught the light ever so slightly. The neatly groomed, wiry blonde pubic hairs covering his pelvis up his lower stomach once again.

At that twitching erection resting with drips of pre-come smearing onto his happy trail. The soft smatterings of freckles along his thighs that were so easy to miss. The sharp dips of his hips. The curve of his waist. Up, up, up to the slick, runny mess of his chest from the water and shaving cream left behind. Smears that had blonde locks clinging to it as that chest heaved with his uneven pants. God, he could stare at Hizashi for hours. Admire every curve, dip, and freckle over him for the rest of the night he was able too.

He swallowed when the blonde grabbed at the condom on the sink before bending over to pick up the can of shaving cream he'd knocked over. Turning to dig under the counter for a cup. The water was still running in the sink, yet he knew what the blonde was going for with this. It had his heart jumping in his chest as he lifted his leg up to step into the tub quickly. The cool porcelain was a startling contrast to his hot skin yet he didn't stop to let himself think about it. Focus on it a moment longer than he needed.

The light brush of his husband's feet over the floor had his stomach dropping when he lifted his left leg up over the edge of the tub. Twisting on his feet he sat down quickly only to hiss at that chill soaking into his skin. He leaned back before easing himself onto his back with his hair pooling beneath him. He could hear that slick sound of lube being spread followed by the rip of a condom wrapper. The familiar squelch of the condom being rolled on. Or was that the excess lube being spread over it?

He had not a clue as his view was cut off at his husband's slick chest. Swallowing, he bit his inner cheek when his erection twitched against his stomach prompting his gaze to flick down to the sight of it. Curved up on his stomach, a droplet of pre-come landed on his stomach followed quickly by another. Welling quickly on the slit, he muffled his whine the best he could when he heard shuffling of feet moving over the floor outside of the tub? The quiet sound of sloshing followed by a can being pressed at.

Stirring? What was he doing? THere was another creak followed by a second clatter of a plastic cup. Again, there was a repeat of those smaller sounds that had him turning his head towards the tub when his husband hummed softly. It was then followed by the brush of feet moving over the floor. It didn't take this long, did it? Or had he become too impatient? Hot? But what was Hizashi doing? If he was fussing with the can then what was he doing with it? And then his husband was beaming down at him. And he-

"What the fuck?"

His gasped words rang off the walls with a jump as Hizashi tipped his cup over him with a splash of the foamy water over him. Water pooled to soak his hair along the bathtub as it splashed over his chest and drizzled over his stomach. His thighs. It was more foam than it was water yet it was startling none the less as he shuddered at the slickness to the tub beneath him. Thick lines trailing down his thighs and sides. Another cupful was then thrown over his legs and feet in loud splatters that had him twitching.

There was a quiet gurgle of the drain as the excess mixture at his feet poured down it. And then the cups were clattering to the floor with Hizashi stepping in after him. Blonde locks slithering over his shoulders as it clung to his own wet skin. He swallowed when he tried to spread his legs as far as he could in the limited space of their shower. There was a heat to that gaze to get him shuddering. He pressed his feet to the floor with those ticklish lines sliding over his skin. Wedged apart when Hizashi settled down.

His breaths shuddering on an uneven breath when the blonde was wedging himself down between his legs. A snug fit as ticklish lines of shaving cream ran down his skin causing him to twitch. Swallowing down a whine at the pooling puddle beneath him, he arched his hips up towards the blonde. Trying to accommodate him. To make it easier on them both as he tried to ignore those thick lines slipping slowly over his hips. His thighs. The thinner dribbles over his chest and throat racing down to pool beneath him.

Soaking into his hair. Creating a wet suction of a puddle beneath him when he whined up at his husband as he raised his hands up. Grabbing at freckled shoulders with a hard squeeze when his husband settled in a lean over him as his knees pressed fiercely to the shower and tub walls. Digging in as the blonde then reached beneath him to grab at a cheek once again to spread him open. Shivering at that scratch of his husband's condom covered erection against him. A slick, grinding slide that had his breaths hitching.

Rushing out on a huff that allowed them to shorten once again as he clutched at his husband fiercely. Holding onto him as hips moved to rub against him slickly with the faint scratch to the condom working to drive him insane. Maddening. It had his pounding heart skipping wildly when the blonde continued that grinding slide. Rubbing, rubbing, rubbing. Nudging. Stuttering as he pressed his feet into the tubs floor. It would be hard to move with Hizashi. He'd accepted that from the moment he had said the tub would be easier.

He knew it. And that's what made it fucking exciting. His pants hitched before flying out of him unevenly with a squirm of his hips down against his husband who whined at him. Hips pulled back then with a hand pulling at him as the head of his husband's erection pressed against him. Nudging, nudging, nudging. An almost playful push of pressure against him. Grinding lightly against him tore a whine out of him with that silent insistence as he dug his knees into the cold walls on either side of him.

Dragging his nails over shoulders as soft blonde locks spilled over the backs of his hands as Hizashi leaned forward. Hips arching to press insistently against him sending shivers up his back when a keening moan ripped free from him. Ringing off the bathroom walls with its din. Pleading. Begging. A chant endlessly repeating he needs, needs, needs Hizashi. Wants, wants, wants this man in him. Now. Not five minutes from now, not two hours from now, he wanted this now after keeping it to himself. No matter how long it had been.

Two days or two weeks, he wants this. He arched his hips down to meet his husband's nudging press against him with hitching pants being taken. Hissing a sharp breath down when there was finally, finally, finally a give. A give that had his breath flying out on a huff when the blonde slid forward into him slickly. Sinking into him so fast, fast, fast only to have the blond slow considerably near his piercings but he didn't care. Oh, he didn't care one bit when he was squeezing around his husband's twitching erection.

Marveling at that stretch that had him pressing his head back to the floor with a cry tearing out of him. His hands flew up to grab the blonde's upper arms only to find them wetter than he expected. Or were those his own hands? He had not a clue, but the blonde's left hand shot up to the tub above him as fingers dug into his cheek. A wail left his husband that bounced effortlessly off the bathroom walls as he sank forward once they had cleared those piercings. God, it had him burning up when a whimper ripped out of him.

Ticklish lines, thick and thin, slid down his skin causing muscles to twitch and tremble under the sensation. His knees ached from their dig into the walls much like his feet pressing so fiercely into the floor as he dug his nails into the blonde's upper arms. Oh, it was so good, good, good. Clinging onto him as the blonde bottomed out with a slick slap as hips pinned tightly against him. Clenching around the blonde's erection tore a snarling moan out of his husband when a hand slapped down onto his thigh.

A wet, sharp sound that had him jumping with a groan as the blonde's fingers dug into the spot. Sliding upwards to smear the shaving cream over it before moving up towards his hip. Swirling his fingers through the shaving cream to spread out a layer over his thigh and hip with a quiet grunt when he squirmed. Shallow pants hitching when fingers slid up to his stomach where they kneaded into him with hips twitching before grinding against him. A tight movement against him that tore out another snapping moans out of him.

His own hips twitched slightly before attempting to grind with the blonde as his erection twitched against his stomach. Shuddering when eyes darted down as if to catch the involuntary movement with a flaming heat to that gaze. Hips ground viciously against him with tight rolls that had him all too eager to follow. To copy it. His pants shuddered on their way out of him when he felt thighs tensing beneath his. The blonde's foam covered fingers then slid slickly up towards his wet chest with a strained hum.

Bouncing in volume as fingers spread the shaving cream over it with hips grinding desperately against him. An undercurrent of urgency that he found himself sinking into as that contagious emotion twisted into him. Lips parting with huffing pants being taken when he swallowed when fingers slid up, up, up towards his throat. A spark of excitement twisted viciously into him as he sucked in a sharp gasp at the touch. Fingers pressing gently to his throat as he renewed his backward press against the floor.

His soaked hair beneath his neck squishing unpleasantly yet he didn't mind it one bit as he squirmed with that sharp, overwhelming wave of excitement. Painfully eager as his chest heaved with rasping pants that raced in and out when fingers pressed down firmly. Curling in slightly as he whimpered shrilly with that undeniable encouragement. Ecstatic. Desperate. He only wanted to try once more. One more time the proper way rather than jumping blindly into choking. He just needed one time properly.

Once to prove it was safe. And yet fingers pulled away from his throat when he clenched around that twitching erection eagerly. Hips grinding viciously against him with that slick hand sliding over his chest. Lifting up, it came down in a sharp smack that had small droplets of foam hitting his jaw. His cheek. It had his pants catching on a hitch when he straightened his head up in time for that slick hand to curve towards his side. Oh, the heat in that gaze had him whimpering up at his husband. That desire had him breathless.

Hungry. It had his skin ripping with that blazing heat of his own as he rolled his hips to meet that grinding his husband established. It had his toes curling against the cool porcelain of their tub when he shifted with his excitement. His back arching up only to drop with a splash into the water that had pooled under his back. A splatter that had his pounding heart jumping to choke him when the blonde whined in that ear ringing pitch down at him. Bouncing off the walls of their bathroom back to them effortlessly.

Resulting in a sharp stab of pain to his eardrums with that volume of his husband's whine. The pitch of it. The amplifying help of the bathroom walls and their din to every ear ringing sound that had been made so far. He flinched instinctively at the sound when the blonde's grinding hips squirmed. Impatient. And he giddily squeezed tightly around that erection again when it twitched. It had his husband grinding frantically against him as if he was incapable of staying still. As if he was helpless against keeping himself still.

It was fucking hot. Hot, hot, hot. He then used the awkward leverage of his feet on the floor of the tub paired with the dig of his knees into the walls on either side of him to move. Pulling his hips back awkwardly with a slick slide before jerking back towards the blonde's pelvis with a slick slap. It had a snapping growl leaving his husband when he repeated the action with a squeeze around his erection. A light squelch ringing out when he was flying back forward against the blonde. Shuddering at the spark of heat.

Squirming against the slick floor, he eagerly worked himself into an impatient back and forth to hit shallowly against the blonde again, again, again. His wet hair was an annoyance as it bunched beneath his neck, yet he happily ignored it. Ignored it in favor of digging his nails into the blonde's upper arms before raking them down. Sliding himself awkwardly against the floor of the tub with that burning gaze on him. The epitome of how he wanted his damn afternoons to be when it was the two of them.

When he had a moment alone with him. It had his stomach flipping as he moaned out at the twitch of his husband's hips forward to meet a forward slid. Oh, if he could reach it properly. What he'd give to grab onto the blonde's ass to jerk him forward into himself. To pull until his husband was moaning at him with hips slamming against him. He'd give anything, anything, anything to have that grip. To have that chance. Yet the blonde seemed all too delighted in watching him work up to a frenzy. And God, it was fucking hot.

There was nothing more than he fucking loves than having those eyes on him during moments like these. Watching him with that rapt fascination. As if waiting to see what he'd do first before jumping in. A startling, snapping moan flew out of him as he jerked his hips in his awkward positioning as he clutched at the blonde's upper arms. Fingers sliding down his chest towards his stomach slickly with those slick squelches ringing out accompanying each shallow thrust. Working himself up to that quick, shallow pace.

His pants hitching at the slick slaps of wet skin hitting together sending another bolt of heat up his back. Another twist of that arousal. Needing, needing, needing. Wanting, wanting, wanting. Fuck, he could let himself become a drooling mess over this blonde. Anything to get what he wanted. Anything to give Hizashi what he wanted. Sliding himself back and forth, back and forth, back and forth over the slick floor of the bathtub. Fuck him, it truly was far more exciting than it had any right to be. Than it should be.

The slick slaps of their skin meeting again, again, again with such crisp quality had him squirming beneath his husband. Whimpering in that keening pitch at the blonde when a low groan flew out of the man when hips slid backwards only to fly forward to meet a shallow thrust. A crisp slap ringing out with the thrust had him digging his feet into the bathtubs floor. Jerking his hips eagerly when he felt Hizashi's hips inching backwards only to fly forward to snap against him. Moving with him as he fell into his rhythm.

His pace he'd set after giving a few awkward thrusts but God he didn't pay them mind. All that mattered was he was moving with him as he clutched his upper arms tightly. Sliding his hands up towards his shoulders to curl his arms around them. Pulling him down, down, down as a low moan flew out of his husband as hips struck against him in snapping thrusts. He could feel thighs flexing beneath his as his husband braced forward onto his left hand. Uneven pants fanning over his jaw as the blonde pressed a kiss against it.

Soft, fluttering kisses up towards his cheek as he clenched around that twitching erection. Moaning at the stretch that demanded space to be made. Filling him with that pleasurable satisfaction with each rub of that erection against his inner walls with his snapping thrusts. Slick slides paired with the faint scratch of that condom had moans flying out of him ringing with that enthusiasm up at his husband. Squeezing his thighs tightly against the blonde's slender waist as he moved hips hips with that determination.

To meet his thrusts. To keep their pace going. Oh, he was burning up. Slick skin slapping against his. The huffing pants being taken in a frenzied desperation. The strike of those hips against him with quiet, back-of-the-throat sounds clawing out of his husband a barely audible pitch. Puffs that had him absolutely burning with the heat raking beneath the surface of his skin. Shrieking for its relief. For it to be fed. Insufferable. It had him burning hot, hot, hot as he clung onto the blonde with lips crawling up his cheek.

Pants fanning over it as glasses nudged against his face annoyingly when the blonde slid against him slickly. Hips snapping against him with the squelch of the rubber and lube melting into the slick slaps of their skin. Deafening in the small space. It was everything. God, it was far from the messiest he'd seen online but the slick slide of his husband against him? The squirms that had them slipping effortlessly? The slick, wet slaps of the blonde's hips striking him? Oh, it was fucking amazing. Hotter than he ever imagined.

And he couldn't get enough. He could only imagine how other substances would prevail. How they'd work to make it all better. It had him moaning ecstatically at his husband when a whimper muffled itself into his cheek. Whining back at the blonde, he moved his hips to meet those snapping thrusts with a groan flying out of his husband. A ripping sound that bounced off the walls deafeningly. And he knew everything about their mess outside of the tube was going to be a pain to clean up. To make it spotless.

To work the shaving cream and water mixture out of his hair before it became nappy and tangled by the time they finished. To wash it out of Hizashi's but these were all problems that flitted across his mind to be pushed off for later, later, later. When he could focus. When the strength in those snapping thrusts weren't slamming the air out of his itching lungs. Slamming those words in his head apart as he focused instead on keeping up his movement with his husband. Clenching around the blonde with a throaty moan.

Sparks of heat raced up his back tearing moans and whimpers out of him as he clutched at his husband. Holding onto him with that tight squeeze allowed him to marvel over that thickness. The rub of his twitching erection against his inner walls with that faint scratch. The twitches of it that had his toes curling tightly. Taking a moment to marvel over the sheer satisfaction of getting something he'd wanted. Something he'd been thinking about endlessly as he had gone over the different effects of each scenario.

The reactions his husband would have only to be given something completely different. A reality he had been expecting yet skeptical about receiving. He huffed in his pants when teeth nipped at his jaw sending a shiver over him as the blonde groaned with another nip being given. So hot, hot, hot Hizashi was against him. Feverish. Hair spilling over freckled shoulders into the pooling mess beneath him on the floor. Splattered over his skin as it smeared and spread over his husband in response to that tight, clutching hold.

His knees ached from their fierce press into the tubs sides as he giddily returned those snapping thrusts. Moaning up at his husband as his thighs squeezed together against his slender waist only to earn himself another of those loud, trembling moans back. Deepening to that strangled, snapping pitch that had him writhing beneath the blonde before arching his back up. A slick suction sound ringing out as his back moved away from the slick puddle beneath him. It sent shivers down his back as he moaned up at the blonde.

A grunt flew out of the blonde when his left foot slid out. Slamming against the tub wall with a thud as his knee slid down, he couldn't help a grunt of pain radiating over his toes from their slam into the tub wall. The aching pain spreading up his thigh yet rather than fuss with getting his foot braced to the floor he had a better idea. There was a stutter to those snapping thrusts. Hesitating briefly when he whined before curling his leg up as hips pulled back further. Something he could easily mistake as lengthening those thrusts.

Preparing for deeper ones yet he knew the blonde was waiting to pull out at a moment's notice. Not yet, not yet, not yet. He curled his leg up around the blonde's waist, digging his heel into his lower back forcing his hips back forward. Sinking into him to bottom out once more had his husband moaning down at him. Hips pulled back, back, back like they had before flying forward when he tightened his leg around him. Pushing with the heel of his foot against his lower back. Ohhh, it had him writhing at that pleasure.

At the moan it got him from the blonde when he clenched around his erection had shivers racing down his back. The blonde then moved down to crush their lips together much to his delight. Giddily moving his lips in a fierce kiss as hips snapped against him, the sharp smacks of their moving lips was loud. The air being knocked out of his lungs by those sharp snapping thrusts. It had him moving quickly in his limited space to meet them but it wasn't enough. God, it wasn't enough, enough, enough.

He grunted as he slammed his hips in an awkward jerk against the blonde earning himself another throaty moan. Hips then slammed forward against causing him to slip lightly over the porcelain tearing a keening moan out of him. Clutching at the blonde, he jerked his hips again in another awkward slam to the blonde which was returned to him. Making his point, his silent want, undoubtedly clear. Hizashi's hips flew back, back, back until he swore he could feel the piercings rubbing over him as they slid in and out.

Rubbing against his inner walls when he flew forwards with a slamming thrust. A wet slap of their skin meeting had him moaning out shrilly as it bounced off of the walls filling the small room with that keening pitch. Digging his heel into his lower back encouraging him to come forward faster. Slamming against him with a strength that had him slipping over the slick floor beneath him as his hands slipped over his husband's back. Leaving slick lines behind no doubt as he huffed his pants through his nose.

The wet slaps of their meeting skin had him hot, hot, hot as he clutched his husband tightly to him as skin rubbed slickly against him. God, he'd never thought he'd get off on sploshing. He'd been disgustingly curious but he'd never thought it would be his thing but he wanted to know more. What would the different options, edible and nonedible, feel like? Would they be better? Or would it be just as thrilling? Would it feel different than the shaving cream smeared over his skin? Melting as it dribbled down his sides?

Pooled beneath him to create that puddle beneath him of water? Leaving him slick? Moaning into the kiss fervently, he dug his nails into his husband's upper back with that spark of eagerness. Needing more, more, more. A little more as hips seemed intent on slamming every little wisp of air out of him. Refusing to let his lungs inhale enough before hips were slamming against him to knock it out on a wheeze. A moan. A whimper. Whines and rasping groans. Lower pitched grunts flying out of his husband.

Squirming beneath the blonde in a restless twist, he clenched around his husband at a particularly hard slam. Squeezing around that twitching erection with a feverish giddiness as he moved fast as he could. Pushing off with his right foot as he clung onto his husband. Gasping his pants in through his nose when a guttural, snarling growl ripped out of his husband at the squeeze. Hips pounded forward then in a frenzy that had him breaking the kiss with a shrill cry as he clawed at the blonde's back desperately.

Coming up towards freckled shoulders as he slid slickly when his back dropped back down with a slap as hips struck at him fiercely. Ruthlessly. He couldn't breathe when those pounding thrusts knocked his air out of him. Tearing another shout from him as he pressed his head to the floor with that giddy delight twisting into him. Finally, finally, finally getting the very thing he wanted and he couldn't get enough. He felt absolutely drunk off of that insatiability. The hunger for more, more, more from the blonde.

Nails raking over freckled shoulders as he felt that knot twisting in his stomach. A spark of heat he was eager to chase after with each pounding strike against him. Pounding into him viciously with a strength that had him wailing as he twisted against the blonde. Clutching him tightly as he slid slickly against him with each slick slap of hips striking at him adding another twist. Another piece of kindling added to that forming orgasm in his stomach. Huffing, gasping, panting his breaths that raked down his throat.

Scraping it raw with the dryness from his heaving pants. Teeth and lips attacked his throat in playful pecks. Nips. Ignoring that shaving cream it seemed that had been spread awkwardly over it. He didn't care one bit. He happily pressed his head back to offer up whatever areas his husband could target with those playful nips as hips pounded at him. Sliding him slickly against the blonde with his squirms and urgent movements to meet those thrusts. Panting unevenly in ragged heaves much like his husband against his throat.

He could die up right now. Sizzle away. Let that be it and he'd be fucking happy. Euphoric. He writhed with a keening whimper at that twisting orgasm knotting in his lower stomach maddeningly as he arched his hips up. Sliding, grinding, thrusting up against his husband's stomach urgently. Looking for something, anything, to sooth that light erratic throbbing of his twitching erection. To settle that ache twisting into him that demanded relief. Demanded for the attention it needed to be settled finally.

Refusing to be ignored a second longer as he whimpered wildly at the blonde. Dripping onto his stomach making an absolute mess in the shaving cream yet he felt not a drop of shame as he thrusted up. It had Hizashi moaning in that snapping, throaty pitch with those wet slaps ringing out like shots with a few of those hard, long thrusts. A sensation that had him gasping in only for it to fly out on a throaty moan of his own when he clenched around that twitching erection. Squeezing with a strength that had him moaning.

Twitching at the unmistakable pleasure in the sound when his husband threw his head back with a hoarse crying leaving him. The hand resting on his waist absentmindedly moved quickly through the shaving cream. Wedging between their stomachs to wrap his fingers around his lightly throbbing erection. Stroking him quickly in time with those slamming thrusts had another wail ripping out of him when he bucked up into his husband's hand. Eager. Desperate. The slick and wet sounds all coming together perfectly.

Creating a medley of sound around him as he panted raggedly with breaths rasping out of him far too fast. Hips pounding against him had him writhing beneath his husband with a choked sound flying out of him. That knot was twisting tight, tight, tight into his stomach. Boiling him from the inside out as he clawed at those freckled shoulders with a jerk of his own hips. Slamming to meet the blonde again, again, again with those wet slaps ringing out like shots in the silence. An absolutely exhilarating sound.

Riling him up with that determination to hear more, more, more of the wet and slick sounds around him. Sounds peppered with panting breaths that fed into another moan. Another wail, cry, whimper and whine. The snapping growls spilling out of his husband that broke up those quiet grunts above him. That orgasm was clawing its way up, up, up leaving him breathless in its wake. He gasped his pants desperately only to have hips pounding it out of him the second he got that breath down. Exciting. Thrilling.

An unfairly hot thing as he slipped slickly against his husband with each writhing twist against the blonde above him. Lips peppering up towards his ear where teeth bit sharply at his earlobe creating a bolt of pain. It had him moaning out in that keening pitch at the blonde as he tightened his leg around his waist. Digging his heel in for him to fly forward fast, fast, fast. To get another of those pounding thrusts that was punctuated by the sharp slap of wet skin meeting. The squelch of the lube and rubber working together.

Those half-formed words dying on his lips before he could wail them out. Shout. Unable to use his air to form a sentence, coherent or not, to shout at the blonde as he clung onto him. Gasping, panting, whining up at the blonde who whimpered against his jaw as lips fluttered over it towards his chin. Fingers squeezing fiercely at his erection with those fast strokes aided by the slickness of the shaving cream. It was hard to tell what wet sound came from where. What source they could all be coming from.

It had sparks of heat racing up his back once more when a shrill, keening moan flew out of him at the sharp nip of teeth to his chin as hips slammed forward. Fuck him, he couldn't take the heat sizzling under his skin. Burning him up, up, up. He couldn't take it as that orgasm twisted lazily in his lower stomach. Agonizingly slow as he clenched around his husband's twitching erection curiously. Feeling that light, erratic throbbing slowly building as the blonde's struck at him in a pounding frenzy then.

Wild slams as a choked cry left the man above him breathlessly when fingers slid up his erection. Coming up to roll his palm over the head of his erection in tight circles to smear the pre-come welling there before closing around it. Fisting at him. Oh, it had him bucking up with an eager shout of his own as the blonde fisted at him. Firm squeezes that sent bolts of heat up his back when it then lifted to roll over the head with that firm press. Grinding his palm to it as those jolting sparks of heat raced up his back.

The pleasure pooling into his stomach that he'd been wanting. Needing, needing, needing when that hand was giving another tight roll over the head before flying down his shaft again. Stroking fast, fast, fast in time with his pounding thrusts as he giddily slammed his hips up. Thrusting into his husband's hand shamelessly in between his downward attempts to meet those pounding hips. Desperate to meet his husband when he could. His right leg was shaking lightly from the work it was doing to keep his hips arched up.

His right foot acting as his singular support until it slipped out or they were done. He pushed off the floor of the tub despite that similar threat of slipping out from beneath him. It was fucking hot. And he couldn't get enough, enough, enough of this man. He'd never get enough. A thought that had him moaning out at the groaning blonde as hips struck at him viciously once more with a sharp slap of their wet skin meeting. And then they were pulling back only to pause briefly. Fidgeting slightly before slamming forward.

Heat ripped up his back tearing a howl out of him as he abandoned his position of his braced right leg. Jerking up instead, he happily wrapped it around the blonde's waist to dig his heels into his lower back with a husky moan. Throaty. Snapping as he squeezed his legs around that slender waist. A tight squeeze that earned him a ripping, guttural snarl from his husband that had him shuddering when hips flew back only to slam forward. Sending another blistering wave up his back. And another. Another, another, another.

It had him clawing at those freckled shoulders before he was curling his arms around them once more to reach for the blonde's back. His hair. Clinging onto him as lips moved from his chin to crush down onto his with a guttural moan flying out of him. Holding onto his husband, he kept that dig into his lower back as hips pounded against him hard, hard, hard. Fast. Relentless. Ruthless. It had him writhing slickly against the blonde as he moved his lips eagerly with Hizashi's. Twisting his hands into blonde locks to pull.

Rasping pants fanned over his cheek where that blush throbbed lightly from the intensity of its heat. Uneven pants rasping out of himself mirroring his husband's as he clung onto the blonde. Hot. Hizashi was so hot against him with that feverish heat radiating off of him. Droplets of sweat ran down his temple as sweat formed over his forehead with the heat sizzling into him. Hips pounded at him with that relentless intent on slamming every damn breath out of him. He swore it. It had him utterly giddy for another thrust.

Ohhhh, he was burning up. Sizzling in his own skin as he clutched at his husband with gasps being taken through his nose. Threatening to choke him when that orgasm twisted up, up, up. The muscles in his thighs trembled before tensing up preemptively with that building orgasm. Teetering on the edge that felt so fucking good as the muscles in his stomach flexed. Hips bucking desperately into that slick hand of his husbands with lips crushing themselves in slick slides to his with sharp smacks ringing out.

Waves of heat blazing up his back had it arching off the tub as he ripped away from the kiss to gasp. Needing that air only for it to rip out of him on a cry of the blonde's name. Shouted over, over, over out of him as his strained voice bounced back to him. The heat was eating him alive. Leaving nothing behind while he clung to his husband as his world shrank. Shriveling to slamming, moving hips and the pleasure racing up his back. The pleasure pooling into his stomach. Where nothing mattered but this.

A state where nothing could matter more than his husband above him. Where nothing existed outside of this small room of theirs. Nothing in this moment could matter but Hizashi, Hizashi, Hizashi. Pounding into him with such strength it had him shouting, wailing, falling apart. Twisting desperately against the slick floor as he shouted the blonde's name like a curse. A praise. The only God he wanted to praise with his dying breath. He was so hot, hot, hot but Hizashi was sizzling under his arms and he couldn't take it.

Not anymore. Couldn't live a second longer with that boiling, blistering heat ripping him apart. Sizzling his blood through his very veins with that heat. He couldn't, couldn't, couldn't when his husband was tensing against him with a husky, growling shout of his name into his throat as that blonde head bent down. He couldn't focus, couldn't think, because finally, finally, finally he could feel his husband tensing with those husky cries of his name spilling out of him. That snapping, rushing white-hot heat was all that he needed.

All that existed. All he could process. The pleasure snapping in a rush over him as he clung onto his husband with a hoarse cry flying out of him as he shook under the intensity of that wave. Snapping, choking, drowning. Hot, hot, hot. Agony. Pleasure. He sucked down a breath only to hold it down in his chest to work himself through it. To help make it bearable. He squeezed his legs around his husband's waist tightly much like his arms. Squeezing his hold on the slithering, silky soft locks spilling over the backs of his hands.

Hips slammed against him before grinding tightly as his husband wailed into his throat when he clenched tightly around that twitching, throbbing erection tightly. Much like the rest of him. Shaking. Suffocating. He was fucking euphoric. Drowning. White-hot pleasure, relief, that had him shaking under the blonde with the silence of the room weighing on his ringing ears. A croaked noise leaving himself as his brows squeezed together. His mouth felt incapable of closing as he clutched at his husband

his lashes fluttering on his cheeks with that squeeze. Eyes rolling back with such intensity he swore they ached as he held onto the blonde. Trying, trying, trying to rest through the waves of that orgasm. Holding onto the one anchor in that white-hot heat that he had. The blonde was shaking in his arms as that hand stroked weakly at him as if to aid the hot spurts landing onto his stomach. Everything was so hot. It felt insufferable under that agonizing, white-hot eat that was devouring everything inside of him that was edible.

It was fucking amazing! Dancing on that border of too much, too much, too much and not enough, not enough, not enough. A delicious agony he found maddening. Insanity inducing but fuck if it wasn't so good. To be suspended in that white-hot heat that was eating him up. And then it rushed out of him quickly with his air flying out of him on a wheeze. Gasping in his next breath, he slumped into the tub floor with rasping pants flying in and out, in and out, in and out as his husband shook fiercely against him.

Whimpering through the throbs of that erection. Holding onto him when he forced his shaking hands to work free from the blonde locks as he slid his hands down along the blonde's slick back. Muscles tense beneath them, he let out a hoarse croon to the whining blonde as he kneaded at his back gently. Prodding at the stiff muscles until his husband was exhaling roughly against his throat as he slumped down on top of him. Laying out on top of him as the hand wrapped around his softening erection.

Squeezing before moving away as a shuddering rough breath of his own flew out of him. That idle song he'd been crooning cut off briefly with that spark of sensitivity. Yet it was forgotten rather quickly when the blonde slid his hand along his shaking thigh. Kneading at it as ragged, uneven breaths fanned over his throat as he slid his hands along Hizashi's back. Taking a shuddering, rasping breath to croon softly at the blonde when he got a quiet hum back from the blonde. It would be for the best if they both moved.

Got the shower going to clean themselves off before tackling the bathroom. To be presentable by the time Eri and Hitoshi were coming home with the shopping list for dinner. That they needed to move as God knows how much time had passed from the very start to now. How much time they'd lost doing this. Yet in that weaving afterglow of his orgasm, it was hard to find the will to move. To jump up and snap too. To be the first to bring up the clean-up they'd half to do. To stammer out what they had to do.

He didn't want to be the first to using his huffing pants to bring them down from the high that left the both of them shaking. Didn't want to be the voice of reason yet. Not when he felt so good in that post-orgasmic haze. He tightened his arms and legs around the blonde earning himself another hoarse hum. Husky. Cracking in the middle as that hand slid along his thigh slickly with a gentle squeeze being give. Sliding over it towards his tattooed hip where his fingers slid over it before shifting slightly.

Squeezing at it with that thumb moving to roll gentle circles into the edge of his hip to which he buried his face into his husband's hair. Inhaling the lingering smell of cigarettes smoke clinging to them. The cologne of his. Soft lips then began to pepper soft kisses over his throat when he breathlessly peppered the top of his husband's head with kisses. Nuzzling at him with huffing pants leaving them both. Twitching at the scratch of that stupid little mustache of his against his skin as soft kisses were placed over his throat.

Up beneath his jaw only to pause to nuzzle his lips and nose to him. A silent adoration being given to him that had him melting into the damn floor. It should be disgusting in the absence of sex to stay like this. To linger. But he didn't mind lingering if it got him a few more minutes with his shaking husband. If he could pepper kisses to the top of his head and bury his face in those locks. A few more minutes to enjoy the soft flutter of lips peppering over his throat before he got another gentle nuzzle from his husband.

Another of those lazy, hoarse hums back as the hand on his thigh tightened. Squeezing comfortingly at him with weak croons being aimed at him in response. A few more minutes to catch his breath that seemed intent on flying out of him faster than he'd like. To feed into another croon of a sweet ballad he had in the back of his mind. He'd happily lay here in the puddle beneath him if it meant he could bask in the warmth of that affection being poured over him. A few more minutes was all he needed.

Was more than enough as he got a quiet murmur into his throat from his husband. Indistinguishable. He rubbed his cheek to the top of his husband's head which resulted in a giggle into his throat as that thumb pressed firmly to his hip with those soothing circles. He turned his head then to kiss at the soft locks as Hizashi's hot face pressed into his throat with a twisting squirm from the blonde. Cuddling into him with another nuzzle that had him humming. A few minutes more wouldn't hurt, now, would it?