I meant to get this out yesterday but oh well! Time for me to get a bit mushy! This date, being my birthday and yesterday, marks the anniversary of this series! I never would have thought I had something to write or want to continue to want to write. It's honestly hilarious that I initially made this series on a whim as a gift to myself at the time! But it blew up and so many enjoy both the first fic and the series as a whole! And there's no better birthday present than that! So really, I thank all of you for humoring this series and the fics within it! It warms my heart more than anything to see and hear how much people love and enjoy the series! It's been a whole year for everything and I couldn't be happier! So thank you for reading! For showing this any type of love along with the series as a whole! But enough of me being mushy! I'm sure everyone's heard enough of my babbling! It's so weird to think that I'm officially 25 now! Until we meet again ❤️
Hizashi loved nothing more than to make Shouta happy. In those smaller, subtler ways of doing the dishes, keeping up with his work, or buying him something from the store on his way home. In the grander, bigger things like a date night, a night of pampering that had the black-haired man melting into his chest or kissing him silly. Whether sexual or nonsexual, to see his husband happy was all he ever wanted. So much of Shouta's life, from what he had seen, had been lived to show that he could do it.
That he could do whatever he wanted, that his goals were achievable, despite his mother and stepfather beating him down. Their classmates telling the black-haired man his quirk wasn't enough to be a hero. The man had had enough to deal with and all he ever wanted was to make him happy. And he knew he succeeded whenever he got a sparkling shine in those dark eyes. Watched the spots of pink blooming over his cheeks. The easily triggered smiles that held their traces of shyness from their youth.
A sweet, crooked smile that was his. He knew making his husband happy was merely the wish any spouse would have for their partner. To make them happy. To show them that love, that dedication, and adoration that was expected of a husband or wife. A significant other. And he always tried his best to go above and beyond to make the black-haired man happy which was returned to him. His husband had gone above and beyond to shower him in the physical affection he adored getting from him.
So much so that he was giddy to give the black-haired man back the quiet words of affirmation his husband sought from him. There was delight in the simplistic choices he made with the black-haired man like dancing with him. Oh, he swore he'd never seen more delight than when he was spinning the tired man around the kitchen. When he had his hand on his lower back and fingers threaded into his left hand as they swayed side to side. The spots of pink that would form from that quiet moment together.
The sparkle when he was pecking his lips as he sat on the counter watching him cook. It was so easy to make his husband happy. So unbelievably easy it left him giddy at the chance to get his husband so blissful. Euphoric. And it seemed, recently, that trigger was their hand at frotteurism. When they'd been in the staff room for that quickie hand job together. Oh, it had left his husband radiant afterwards. Giddy. He swore he'd never seen smiles triggered quicker from his husband that following Tuesday.
The sparkle to his gaze when it met his had his heart jumping to his throat. The pink blush that always looked so lovely on him popping up in spots that he couldn't keep his fingers from tracing. It was a delighted radiance that had Shouta glowing for the following four days of the week. Each time he saw him, there was always a smile on those full lips for him. A sparkle to his gaze when he would brush his fingers against Shouta's when they passed by. The moments they got alone where he got those soft kisses.
A flurry over his cheeks that held such adoration as he tugged at the man's utility belt to tug him closer had him more than giddy. Delighted. An infectious mood that had him soaking up the affection aimed his way from the black-haired man. Happy was too delicate a word to describe that pure joy on his husband. The glow to him in the days following. It was everything he could have hoped for and more after agreeing to his husband's choice of frotteurism. He couldn't deny, with hindsight, that it hadn't been an absolute thrill.
It was something he'd never found himself addicted too but God if that Monday hadn't gotten him off harder than anything. Whether that was his own excitement or Shouta's reactions, he had not a clue. None. But he had been honest with his husband that he didn't want to take a risk like it so soon. Something the black-haired man had readily agreed with. It was a spur of the moment type of thing that had gotten them both off. It was something he knew would work as future material to get Shouta off in the future.
A memory to get himself off. The heat of that Monday had given him so much affection in the aftermath his chest seemed to hold a permanent ache. A tug at his heart with that glowing adoration, the smitten look to those dark eyes, with each passing interaction that gave him another kiss. Another touch of those hands on his waist. The feel of Shouta tucked in his arms no matter how brief. And it was only added to with a delight when Shouta had come home. When his husband was curling up with the cats on their bed.
An hour curled in a ball with the cats all swarming the black-haired man as he hugged, pet, and crooned to them so sweetly it tugged at his heart. It was downright adorable how they were all treated like children Shouta had been separated from for years. Children that had grown overnight while he was away. It wasn't until Eri came home that the black-haired man had his attentions engulfed in the young girl who demanded her father's attention. Clinging to his hip naturally after receiving her greeting from him.
And fuck, if he hadn't been happy at the joyful glow to his husband. The delight in that gaze as his pink, scratchy cheek was nuzzling itself to their daughters as she whined and squirmed in his grasp when he scooped her up. When she dragged Shouta outside for the three of them to spend time in the backyard in the chilly spring afternoon air. Curled on the porch swing while he ran about the yard that Thursday after noon. Running after the white-haired girl with shrieks echoing in the air when he scooped her up.
He'd adored the sight of that soft smile he caught on his husband's face when he'd glanced over. Adoring. It was by far the sweetest smile he'd ever catch on the black-haired man. That soft, subtle smile that always reflected in those dark eyes with a warmth that had him flushed. Had his heart skipping with those metaphorical butterflies. It was an adoring look he'd catch every so often on his mother, Yuki's, face. A flicker of it when his other mother was scooping up his younger brother as he shrieked with laughter.
It never failed to leave him warm. And God knows he adored that look being aimed his way when he was joining Shouta on the swing after dark with the porch light on. When he was watching those shadows being cast over the black-haired man who curled into his side. A blanket around the both of them as they swung with that quiet conversation between them. That adoring, smitten look on his husband's face was something he knew the other didn't know he did. He knew Shouta thought he was sly.
Hiding the way those eyes locked onto his when he was talking. The attentiveness even when he was focusing on another. The smitten look when he was stopping in his tracks with that worry he was babbling. Only to have Shouta wave it away as he encouraged him on. When he was curled under his arm with shadows of those lashes being cast on his cheeks when he blinked. He loved it. To relish in the simplicity of a night on the back porch with the yellow light of that bulb stretching to the back porch steps.
A hint of the grass as Shouta's feet brushed over the wooden boards lightly. It was a relaxation, a contentment that rivaled no other. A joy between the two of them that he was more than happy to contribute too. The delight in watching those eyes when he was coming to him with an idea or a simple request. When he was watching that smile curl effortlessly over Shouta's lips was a sight he adored. The sight of a happy Shouta gave him a joy like no other. A joy similar to what he felt when he saw that identical happiness in his son.
His daughter. He only wanted his small family to be happy whether he contributed to it or not. Strife, turmoil, and struggles were all too common in life. Unavoidable. Especially in the recent few years but if jerking his husband off in the staff room to get him off, did it? If touching him in that sexual manner throughout the day, did it? Then by God, he would give his husband that chance to live out a fantasy he knew had been burning in the black-haired man. Ever since their afternoon in the café bathroom.
He knew Shouta wanted just one chance to do something risky. Something reckless as that had been and he'd been more than happy to create that silent fantasy into a fleshed out scene. They'd never been afraid to come to one another about things since their first challenge; it wasn't an uncommon occurrence for one of them to ask for a specific thing in the bedroom. To indulge in a kink or an idea before the start of their second challenge. To lay out what they wanted without so much as an eyelash batted at it.
It was an aweing thing to see that while they had that healthy communication that it had, in an odd way, been closed as well. There had been hesitance on both their parts about bringing up their desires. The fantasies that had been crushed down in the worry the other would be turned off by it. Find the other disgusting. And that first challenge had turned it around for the both of them. For their relationship. He was never happier than he was when Shouta was coming up to him with that sparkle to his gaze.
The spots of pink on his cheeks when he declared what he wanted with such confidence it had his own heart jumping in his chest. His stomach fluttering when he felt that answering grin curling over his lips. There was nothing he loved more than to see that display when it came to their sex life and God knows he hoped Shouta kept it going forward. They had twenty-six choices down between them that they flew through already. That left them with twenty-three options left. Twenty-three left for them to pick through.
To give him the chance to watch his husband flourish out more. To watch him bloom the way he was in the aftermath of these smaller choices of theirs. In the confidence he could see budding and fanning out in his husband. Quieter than his own but he could see it when the black-haired man was coming to him far sooner about his choices rather than bottling it up like last time. It was what gave him the joy of coming to his husband with his choice. Blindfolds had never been an uncommon occurrence used between them.
He had used blindfolds countless times on Shouta at the man's insistence. He could understand why it was enough of a turn on for his husband to request it from him. He loved the excitement he would find in his husband as he twisted and fidgeted on the bed with that blindfold over his eyes. The deep red glowing against the pale coloring of his skin, rivaling that of his blush, was always a lovely sight. Beautiful. When Shouta would let his defenses down and leave himself in a vulnerable position it never left him short of awed.
Left him feeling honored. And much like with his collar, he never failed to catch the excited sparkle to those dark eyes if the blindfold was coming into play. When he was spinning the strap around his fingers playfully before placing it on the black-haired man. The thought of using a blindfold on himself had never occurred to him; had never been in the realm of thought for him. He'd, of course, let himself be handcuffed by his husband before. He'd willingly let himself be gagged back in the beginning.
But he never thought of the most obvious choice he used countless times with Shouta. And so, he spoke to his husband about the possibilities. The idea of it. And it was an absolute delight seeing that excited sparkle to those dark eyes. The pink that popped on his cheeks despite the attempt his husband put on to appear nonchalant over his agreement. A delight to tear away that nonchalant appearance to his husband until that wide, manic smirk was curling over full lips as hands were tugging him close.
It was all about execution and God knows he was more than excited to build a scenario with the black-haired man with small elements incorporated into it to make it all the better for them. Some things needed building. Other things could be done without a fuss. Without a dramatic build up between them. And blindfolds were by far the simpler choice he'd made himself that had his husband utterly delighted over the thought of it. Easy to make a night out of something so simple never failed to get his heart jumping.
God knows he couldn't keep himself still tonight if he wanted too. He wanted everything to go right. With balancing three jobs, it was natural to expect his Fridays to be busy. Packed tight with no room for downtime when he had to prepare. It was expected for him to rush through the smaller tasks laid out for him when he crossed the threshold of their home. To help put away dishes that had been crammed into the dishwasher after breakfast. To switch out loads between the washer and dryer to and from hampers.
Folding clothing after working his hair down from the strangled up-do with Shouta standing behind to help him. Friday afternoons, for his husband, were often spent giving Eri help with her homework while he fussed about with dinner ideas. When he'd be settling in their small dining room with the worksheets ready for grading and his laptop open. They had their routines for Fridays yet today was an exception. It was a deviation from the schedule that he was more than delighted in flying through it to get done quickly.
Letting Eri get her energy out in the backyard on her playset as she had the previous afternoon with himself chasing after. It was always heartwarming to hear his daughter, so reserved and afraid of him a year ago, so lively. Shrieking with delight when she launched herself off the swing into his hold. So skittish she'd been and now she seemed to be flourishing with them even if it was in smaller ways at home. Even if she didn't show it to the public or to others as easily, he saw them. Shouta is seeing them.
It was all he needed to be feel content he was doing something right; a feeling that extended to Hitoshi. He was more than happy to spend an afternoon in the backyard as Eri shrieked and laughed as she climbed over her play structures. To give those witty retorts to Hitoshi when he'd come looking for him only to stand on the back porch while Shouta had bustled around the kitchen cooking. Flashes of him caught in the kitchen window had Hitoshi snickering before he was joining the fray with Eri roping him in.
An afternoon spent getting the energy pent up out with the intent on tiring out the white-haired girl enough that she'd take to bed easier. Go about her routine without as much fussing. He'd held an identical flush when Shouta had opened the kitchen window to bark at the three of them to come in for dinner. The meal, of course, was another loud affair with his conversation holding strong with their children as Eri spoke absent mindedly about her day at school. The homework waiting for her to finish this weekend.
He'd even managed to get a few non-sarcastic words from the teenager which, in itself, was a feat when the indigo haired teen had smirked at him. Folding the laundry had been a quick affair for himself when he was hanging the basket to Hitoshi who took it with little complaint to his room. It was only after getting through dinner that their daughter had insisted on her after dinner movie or show of her choice. He'd been more than happy to content himself to a few episodes of Bluey with their daughter curled on his lap.
Tugging at locks of his hair much like how Shouta twirled locks around his fingers absent mindedly. It'd been hard to keep from bouncing his knees beneath Eri, but the tranquility of the night had managed to wind him down enough to get his head back on his shoulders. Finding it giggle worthy he was so worked up over a blindfold and cuff combo for the night. Even if Shouta shared in that excitement. Four episodes in had the seven-year-old slumping into his chest with her head on his shoulder with quiet yawns leaving her.
Even Hitoshi seemed to be muffling his own yawns with a tight clench to his jaw in his place in the arm chair. Hands rubbing at eyes when she'd been coaxed off of Hizashi's lap with little resistance as she clung to Shouta's hip. Letting herself be walked upstairs, the black-haired man had promised to be back downstairs to finish cleaning up. Hitoshi, unsurprisingly, had said his own goodnights before heading upstairs with Face Time popping up on his screen as he opened the app. No doubt for his late night call with Denki.
He'd been left on his own to tidy up the living room quickly with curtains drawn and lights off along with the TV. Going through the house's ground floor to check windows and doors before he was putting dishes away in the dishwasher after rinsing and starting it. From there he'd made sure food and water bowls were filled before running towards their bedroom. Making sure there were no lingering cats hiding throughout the room, he'd then gone about getting their lube, condom, and wipes out on the bed quickly.
Going into their top drawer after retrieving the small key. He'd been struck with that awe at the toys they were merely ignoring rather than playing with as they had last year. So many new ones added to the collection of theirs that had gone untouched when he'd reached in for the handcuffs and blindfold. It was one thing he and Shouta had agreed on when talking about the cuffs and blindfold; they should use their toys more often. Oh, he had never seen those dark eyes light up faster than when he insisted, they be used more.
Fussing with the placement of the cuffs on the bed, he let his fingers drift over the silk touch of the blindfold he'd used on Shouta countless times. A deep red that always looked so lovely against his paler coloring and dark hair. It was always beautiful on him. There was a muted thud on the other side of the bedrooms doors prompting him to look up when they were eased open, to which he smiled at the sight of his flushed husband. "Hey! Did she go down alright?"
"Of course she did, Zashi, she's seven years old not seven months old. You've ruined that child for bedtime routines, you know, with you brushing her hair out and tying it back! Or without being tucked in or having her specific stories or plush animals with her! She won't go to bed without every single step done and I shudder to think of how she'll want to "pamper" herself in the future." He let his smile widen when the black-haired man huffed at him before shutting the door with the lock being flipped into place.
"She's learning from the best of the best what self-care is at a young age! My sisters were taught it too and I'm sure your own sister has her own care routine at night and morning! You can't blame her for knowing what she needs to sleep!" It had his stomach dropping airily at the flutter of those black lashes when Shouta rolled his eyes at him. He held his hands out to curl his fingers in a beckoning gesture when his husband stepped forward. "Don't worry about it too much, baby! It's better for her to figure it out now!"
"Mhmm, you say that now then use shopping trips for her to get yourself goodies as well, won't you?" The corners of his mouth twitched with that wide smile when that tight grin curled on full lips when he curled his fingers again as the black-haired shuffled over. Wedging himself between his legs, he slid his hands along his husband's waist before curling his arms around it. Burying his face into his stomach. "So. Blindfolds, huh? The kinky Hizashi wants to be blindfolded? Wants to be cuffed again?"
"Yup! Why not? I always tie you up and blindfold you, so I thought I'd have a turn at it! You've cuffed me before, remember?" Fingers combed through his hair with nails scratching gently at his scalp sending shivers down his back. Tightening his arms around his waist, he nuzzled his cheek to his husband's stomach before tipping his head back to look up at him. "After Monday, I think we can safely say this is nothin' to the both of us, can't we? This is a walk in the park in terms of kinkiness!"
"I guess we can after that." God, it felt nice having Shouta's hands in his hair. Scratching at him idly no differently than he would scratch at their cats. It felt calming; an affectionate action his husband often performed when he had his head on his shoulder as they curled up together. It had him melting as his glasses pressed against his temple and nose from the press of his squished face. "Is there anything else you want other than that? Anything more you'd want to add or change to it?"
Nuzzling his cheek to the black-haired man's stomach, he turned his head to press a kiss against it causing the muscles to quiver. A faint sensation under his shirt but it had his heart skipping when he felt hands in his hair tugging at his hair for him to tip his head back. Shifting in his spot, he tightened his arms around Shouta's waist with a hum. "I have one request! In fact, I wanted to talk to you about it for a bit because it's been kinda itching at me, you know?"
"Hmmm? What would that be about?"
"If you're comfortable and you're okay with it, I would really, really, really like it if you called me, um, Daddy more often? During sex?" Black lashes fluttered when he caught those spots of color over his husband's cheeks when those dark eyes widened at him. Full lips parting as his mouth dropped open slightly. "I know it's my title during our scenes and I know fucked up not elaborating more but I don't want it to be strictly in scenes, you know? It doesn't have to be and if I have to change my title so be it, I don't mind!
Shouta blinked down at him when a blush then smothered itself over the black-haired man's cheeks when eyes darted away from him. He squeezed his arms around his waist when he shifted his hands to knead at his husband's back gently. Soothing circles that had muscles jumping beneath them when he dragged his teeth over his bottom lip with that teetering hesitation. "Is that- I mean, do you, ah, want it all the time? For me to say it? Or-Or do you just want me to do it tonight?"
Releasing his bite on his lip, he shifted when fingers pulled through his hair then to tug at a few snags forming in the locks. "Let's start with tonight, yeah? Let's do it like we did the very first night you called me it! Would that make it easier for you? I mean, you're already a pro at saying it during scenes and you do slip up now and again! Only this time it's intentional and it's not in a scene! Are you comfortable with that? I know I mislead everything by keeping it in scenes but I didn't think of it before now, you know?"
"Yeah. Yeah, I mean, it's not like I haven't been saying it every time we've ever had a scene and I don't slip up saying it now and again." His husband then took a deep breath before letting it out as that blush deepened before his very eyes. Swore it when those dark eyes darted down to him again. "I just- I forget sometimes. That it's not just for BDSM and that you actually do have a Daddy kink, no matter how fucking weird that is. But to each their own, right? No reason to start kink shaming now, is there?"
"That's my boy!" Oh, it was a delight watching the corners of Shouta's mouth twitching. The deep red of that blush as black locks brushed against his shoulders and jaw. Squeezing at his husband's waist, he leaned in to press his lips to the warmth of his stomach. "There's no one else I'd trust more than you to do this, baby! So don't go easy on me just because I'm cuffed and can't see, okay? Fuck yourself on Daddy's cock like you've been wanting too, yeah? You've been all pent up since Monday, haven't you?"
The corner of Shouta's mouth twitched before he got that wide, manic smirk curling over full lips. That disturbing, Totoro-esque smirk that got his heart jumping in his chest when hands slid from his cheeks to twist into his hair to tilt his head back. A sparkle to those dark eyes when black lashes fluttered as that blush spread down to what he could see of his husband's collar bones. "I'll fuck you all night long if you want. I owe you that, don't I? Because I'm not the only one who's been worked up, am I, Daddy?"
Oh, it sent a shiver down his back at the deepening pitch of his husband's voice. The sparkle to that gaze that melted into a flicker of that all too familiar heat. Grinning up at the black-haired man, he shifted back to slid his arms from around his waist where he pushed up the hem of his shirt. Pressing a kiss to the hair of his happy trail, he smirked at his husband when muscles quivered viciously beneath his lips. Squeezing at his waist at the shudder running over his husband to which he gave another firm squeeze.
The soft tug of fingers in his hair as they pulled out had him humming quietly when fingertips brushed over his shoulders had him grateful, he'd stripped down. That he'd removed the hassle of the tank top he'd changed into when he got home. His leggings. It was why Shouta offered to help Eri through her nighttime routine tonight; to give him time to get himself comfortable. To make sure everything was in line for what they wanted tonight. The dry brush of those calloused palms over his shoulders had him shivering.
Swallowing when his husband stepped back. Allowing him the space to push himself backwards onto the bed where he happily crawled back. Grabbing at the cuffs and the blindfold in his push back, he held them out to the black-haired man. The cuffs swaying idly on his fingers, the light caught of the metal of the chain when dark eyes flickered towards it. Shouta took that initiative then to grab at the hem of his shirt. That wide, manic smirk twitching at the corners before seeming to spread wider at him.
A heated sparkle to that gaze when his shirt was flipped up. Admiring the sight of his husband's toned, softening stomach with the sharp dip of his hips disappearing beneath the waistband of his sweatpants. The dark hair trailing below his navel racing down the lower half of his stomach only to disappear beneath that waistband as well. The tattoo poking out on his left hip; the flex of those moving muscles as his shirt was lifted up had him breathless. Had his heart skipping wildly against his chest at the soft scars.
Along the right side of his waist. The scar on his elbow from Shigaraki's quirk. The small round bullet mark hidden in the underside of his husband's right arm from the time he'd been shot at. The thinner lines and shapes from scrapes, cuts, hits, and close encounters throughout their years together. The deep puncture wound on the back of Shouta's thigh from a bike spoke from high school. The scar running along the underside of his right eye being his most noticeable one. The claw marks along his left side in his armpit.
They were hidden by hair but he'd received them the time he'd been clawed at by a villain with a cat quirk. He swore his husband had been more upset that someone cat-like had clawed at him rather than the attack itself. So many scars littered his husband's skin. All he could find with his fingers alone with their origins well known to him. Even the small scars lining his and Shouta's fingers from the incorrect punches and abuse they'd suffered throughout the years of boots, doors, windows, and scrapes.
The wild black curls covering his husband's chest had his heart skipping at the shudder running over the black-haired man as his shirt was thrown off. The slight perk to those nipples he could catch from the reaction. The chill. Gawking over the sharp angle of his collar bones when that blush spread down to cover them in a soft red. The length of his throat with the wild black locks brushing at pale skin. At his flushed face. The four studs that had long since been changed out for hoops for the weekend.
His husband changed them to hoops once he was given the greenlight that he could change them. Glossy black hoops that caught the light at him briefly when the black-haired man climbed up onto the bed with a hand reaching out to take the cuffs and blindfold from him. Swallowing at the black locks spilling over those broad shoulders, he planted his feet to the bed with a rustle when he spread his legs open. Leaning back on his elbows before letting himself fall backwards to the bed as he held his hands up.
And God, if it didn't get his heart sprinting at that sharp twist of excitement when his husband settled between his spread legs. Hands taking his wrists gently to wrap the cuff around his left wrist where the buckle was then brought together when he let out a quiet hum. Securing it around his wrist, the other cuff was then raised up to which he happily lifted his right hand higher. Watching as that deep red glowed against his skin with that black lace pattern overlaying it when the buckle on it was tugged at.
He loved these cuffs so much better than those metallic ones they had in their drawer. They were as vibrant and stunning as the day he'd bought them online. He'd used them quite a few times on Shouta in the past and had quickly become their go to when they were using cuffs. The last time he'd worn them wasn't his favorite memory; that frantic, angry rush of his husband's that had hurt him rather than it becoming something good. He could still recall that afternoon when he looked at the cuffs secured around his wrists.
The frustration in those dark eyes as Shouta tried to rush. The desperation pinching at his flushed face. Any other time it would have been a memory that he'd love nothing more than to recall but it wasn't. Not by a long shot and instead only served to be another lesson for the both of them. He blinked at the tug on the cuffs when eyes flicked up to his face; watching for a sign of discomfort. He rolled his wrists in the cuffs before stretching his arms out as far as he could get them with the chain straining between them.
They truly were beautiful. Simplistic. Nodding at the black-haired man, the blindfold lifted from where it had fell to the bed and he happily tilted his head forward. Fingers pinched the sides of his glasses before lifting them off to which he blinked at the blurry view of his husband. Hands reaching out once again with the strap of the blindfold slid over the back of his head. The mask itself resting on his forehead as the strap slid down further before he caught that look on his husband's face. A silent question.
The affirmation that he was still okay with this. He had to admit that it was a bit of a disappointment not being able to see the usual sights for a bit. To be unable to watch his husband get himself ready and during sex, it was something he could live without just once. He could content himself to being blinded for a night and use his imagination with the black-haired man above him. Use the years upon years of Shouta to make up for the lack of vision. It had him squirming when he gave another eager nod.
Shouta then tugged down the blindfold to settle over his eyes. Shutting them, it was strangely comforting when the ends of the blindfold were fussed with on his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. Pressed snugly against his eyes, he shifted when hands then grabbed at his wrists. Squeezing gently, he hummed at the black-haired man as his hands were brought together from their spread display he'd yet to stop. The light jingle of the chain had his heart jumping in its sprints when he let himself lay out on his back.
The warmth of Shouta soaking into him. Crawling over him as hands pressed his up above his head where he happily twisted his fingers into the blanket. Oh, it was exciting. He'd given Shouta countless times to call the shots but this? Oh, this had his breaths hitching when lips pressed against his jaw in a soft kiss. Fluttering over it before moving up towards his cheek, he felt the bed dipping as weight was pressed into it. The press of Shouta's chest to his own with kisses being pressed to his cheek in a flurry.
Soft presses of those full lips that sent an electric shock down his back. A piece of coal to a smoldering heat flickering along his bones with each kiss being placed over his cheek. The warmth of breaths fanning over it in between that had his own lips parting slightly. A tingle to them when he tightened his fingers instinctively on the blanket up above him when those soft kisses trailed over his cheekbone before moving back down. Purposeful, firm kisses that had a sharp stab of excitement ripping into him.
Fed into the tingle of his lips when those full lips pressed to the corner of his mouth. A purposeful kiss that had him turning his head instinctively to find those lips. Oh, he loves it. They'd hardly started and he fucking loves it already. Knowing his quirk was absolutely useless. No louder would he get than his husband without straining his voice. With or without the blindfold, he was damn blind which merely added a spark of excitement that zipped down his back. And then, then, then those full lips came down on his own.
Sliding against his then sending a shiver down his back. Slow. Firm. It had him sighing out when he happily pressed his thighs to the black-haired man's waist with a firm squeeze. A mirroring sigh fanned over his cheek as lips moved against his when he giddily returned that kiss. Catching the quiet whisper of their moving lips, he felt all too giddy with the weight of his husband pressing him down slightly to the bed. The warmth of him up above him. The faint scent of his musky vanilla scents of his soaps that clung to him.
The faint scent of the cigarette he'd been smoking earlier clinging to the locks when he released his grip on the blanket to curl his arms up around Shouta. Tugging him down for that tight press against him, he tugged then sank his hands into those wild black locks. No reason in depriving himself, was there? If he was to offer himself up then he could act on his own control in the moment, couldn't he? It had his husband's breath huffing sharply over his cheek as lips moved against him with those slow slides.
A kiss he loves to get from Shouta; those slow, lazy kisses with that firm touch to get his lips buzzing. He could feel his melting to shape and curve against Shouta's with those full ones molding to his to fill the gaps his thinner lips couldn't hope too. The light smack coming to break up that quiet whisper of their moving lips had his stomach twisting with that sharp stab of excitement. God, there was nothing he loved than the sight of Shouta up above him; it was a sight that he had long since memorized.
The way his hair would spill over his shoulders and brush his cheeks in those loose curls. The way those dark eyes would be burning down at him. The light that always cast a beautiful glow around him that highlighted the softer scars along his upper arms and shoulders. Shouta was always so beautiful up above him. He'd meant it from the first time he said it; it truly was a shame that he wasn't a switch. God knows he wouldn't be able to keep his hands to himself if he bottomed; wouldn't be able to help himself.
He let out another sigh with the slow slides of those full lips against his sending that shot of warmth through his veins. Flickers of heat beneath his skin settling low, low, low like pieces of kindling; feeding into the smolder waiting to rip up with that blazing heat. Warm. God, his lips were so warm against his. Plush in a way he could only dream for his own to be. It was damn addicting having them pressing down so firmly to his own when he felt hips pressing down tightly against him. A sharp breath fanning over his cheek.
Warm, warm, warm. He had been driving himself up the wall imagining this all day long. How they'd do it, when they'd do it, and what it'd be like to have that blindfold sitting snugly over his eyes. To have these cuffs on him once again. He hummed up at the black-haired man when he arched his hips up to return that tight press to his husband. Sinking his hands into the black locks, he wrapped them around his fingers when he scratched gently at his husband. Cupping the back of his head, he tightened his arms.
He felt hips twitching against him in an adjustment. He felt hands shifting in their braced positions on the bed when fingertips brushed over his side lightly. It had him squirming with an encouraging hum left him at the black-haired man when those fingertips began to drift up and down his side. A featherlight touch that had his feet squirming over the blanket with that urge to giggle. To burst into laughter with each light, trailing caress over it but he swallowed it down. Choked it down as tingles raced under his skin.
Pooling into his fluttering stomach when he swallowed down those giggles. Throwing himself instead into the kisses being given to him that had his heart sprinting against his chest. Had heat flickering in flashes under his skin leaving him flushed. Breathless. He scratched at Shouta again with the quiet rustle of those soft locks brushing against the backs of his hands. His fingers. It was a bit dry and frizzy given Shouta never kept up with regularly washing his hair. Because of that, it became dry and frizzy when washed.
But that's what he loved about it. It was soft around his fingers, in his hands, and he loves it. He didn't care if Shouta was soft and subtle or if his hair was silky and glossy. His husband was who he was, and pampering didn't come naturally to the black-haired man. Nothing more and nothing less, all he can do is help coax him towards it. A low hum tore him out of his thoughts when his lashes fluttered on his cheeks along with another twitch of hips against him. Curious rather than hesitant this time round.
A push on him that had his hips shifting slightly before he pressed himself up against Shouta's again. Moving them in a subtle rock that had a breath shuddering over his cheek. Sharp. And then, then, then hips were moving against his in that idle back and forth rock. Pressing tightly together as lips slid against his with those slow, firm kisses to get him tingling. He could kiss Shouta for hours. In their youth, the black-haired man had seemed skeptical in their awkward kisses becoming anything mind-blowing.
Not with the shy kisses that led to stiffly set make outs on the couch of the black-haired man's family apartment. It was only once they became comfortable that it was made clear to him quickly. For even if it wasn't said out loud, he knew Shouta loves kissing. He couldn't count the lost mornings, afternoons, and nights he'd lost from those lips on his. He let out a shuddering breath when the warmth of Shouta's palm pressed to his side before sliding up and down, up and down, up and down in a slow circuit.
From the very top of his side just below his armpit then down to the curve of his waist. The quiet brush of that palm sliding over his skin had heat bursting in a sizzling, breathtaking flash beneath his skin when he groaned under his breath. Rocking his hips with the black-haired man's, he let that speed inch up past that subtle side to side for a proper rock. An easy speed to follow with. A proper press that had his thighs rubbing against his husband's waist with a shuddering breath fanning over his flushed cheek.
His lashes fluttered against his cheeks once again with a squirm at that caressing hand along his side sending tingles racing under his skin. Pooling into his stomach to twist into that all too familiar ache. A pressure that had him arching his hips up for that firm press against Shouta earning himself a shudder from him. A low groan that acted as a shot of heat to his system when he squeezed at the fistfuls of hair he held in his hands. His husband arched slightly when he pressed lightly against the back of his head.
Encouraging silently for that harder press. Inching the speed of his lips up had the black-haired man following along as that intermittent smack quickly became a consistent noise. Filling the silence with those rustles beneath him as he squirmed. The breaths beginning to tremble slightly as they fanned over flushed cheeks. The rustle as his feet slid over the comforter slightly when he scratched at his husband's head. He knew he could open his eyes beneath the blindfold. It wasn't so tight it was forcing his eyes shut.
But it made it all the more exciting to keep his eyes shut behind it. To have that pressure on his eyebrows and cheekbones as the blindfold pressed firmly over his eyes. A comforting sensation that had him humming out as he rocked his hips up against his husband. He couldn't lie that he'd never thought about using it on himself. In having his husband snap it over his head and his eyes to keep him from seeing the black-haired. After all, nothing gave him more pleasure than watching his husband during sex.
The way he moved and twisted beneath him with hands grabbing at him. How he threw his head back or the wild bounce to the messy black locks against his red cheeks and around his shoulders. How his hips squirmed in between each bounce subtly. How his stomach would flex with his thighs when he got close. How his lashes trembled on red cheeks with brows squeezing together as his mouth dropped open. A look of such concentration that never failed to burn him up. All small things that he'd admired for years.
And with the blindfold tonight it would cut off the usual view he'd have. Just like the cuffs would keep his quirk canceled without the need of his husband's quirk. Even if he had gotten better at controlling his own quirk in the bedroom, it didn't mean slipups didn't happen. It didn't mean he hadn't had a few moments he forgot himself. The cuffs would keep him from slipping up with his quirk to give his husband a break. Just like the chain kept his hands from moving independently from one another.
Kept him from touching his husband the way he wanted too. Rocking his hips up against Shouta's with that spark of eagerness, he broke up his movement to grind up against his husband. It had him shuddering up above him when hips copied his movement in a tight, circular grind that had his feet pressing into the bed. Had his toes curling into the blanket when he repeated his upwards grind. A tight circle that had his husband following along with that hand resting on his waist squeezing at him.
Lips pressed harder to his own causing them to throb faintly with those faster slides that had his lashes fluttering on his cheeks. His breaths hitching as he happily returned that hard press to his husband earning himself a whine from the black-haired man. The sharp smacks hiding that quiet brush of their moving lips that were growing damp. Fitting together with that comfortably when Shouta squirmed over him with his chest pressing down fiercely to his own when he squeezed at his hair absentmindedly.
And it gave him that spark of an idea. His trembling breath caught when he gave a sharp, hard yank on the locks in his grasp. Oh, it had his husband moaning in a deafening burst of volume it had the both of them jumping slightly at when nails dug into his waist. It tore a groan out of him when his hips bucked up against his husband instinctively when fingers curled with nails dragging at him. Leaving those burning lines behind sent a spark of heat up his back when the black-haired man gave a thrust back against him.
A burst of heat ripped under his skin in a burst that left him gasping. Heaving in a breath when he squirmed beneath him when hips ground against him viciously. Not a hint of that hesitance and God, he loves it. Grinding his hips up against Shouta in tight circles with a tightening of his hands in dark locks had his husband groaning. A throaty sound that had his stomach flipping airily on him when a huff fanned over his cheek. Lips then moved quicker against his; faster with that quiet note of urgency.
Of insistence with that passion bleeding into it that he happily returned without a second thought. Returning it with a desire, a heat, of his own that had his husband shuddering when he squeezed at his hair before scratching at his head. His breaths shook with each inhale that flew out of him faster than the last. His dick twitched when hips dragged against him then in that tight up and down grind. A shameless slide of his husband's hips that rubbed against him in a familiar action. One that had him moaning out encouragingly.
Yanking at his hair again tearing a whimper from the man. God, that heat was sizzling down to his bones. Rushing up to rake beneath the surface of his skin when he ground himself up in tight circles against his husband. The sharp smacks of their moving lips rang out to fill the silence. The breaths that were slowly, steadily shortening with each inhale and exhale that fanned onto hot cheeks. The quiet sounds leaving himself that mirrored those of the one above him. Puffs of noise choking off in the back of his throat.
Rolling his hips up against Shouta had sparks racing up his back when hips pressed down tightly to his forcing them down to the bed with a light bounces. Dragging up and down, up and down, up and down shamelessly against him as he ground up searching for that friction as the pressure twisted in his stomach in that ache. Twisting lower to welcome his crotch when his dick twitched excitedly then as lips crushed themselves to his with a whine when he returned that hard press. One that would have his lips aching.
Oh, it was frustrating wanting to keep a hand twisted up in those black locks and wanting to touch the expanse of his back. Sweep his hand down it to get the black-haired man to arch down against him to properly pin him down to the bed. But he couldn't. He couldn't move his hands independently as he wanted, and it was the best type of frustration that had him groaning lowly in his throat. Clutching at those locks in tight fistfuls to keep a consistent pull on his husband's scalp. Shuddering at the moan it earned him.
He rolled his hips up while the black-haired man continued those fierce back and forth slides against him. Pressing down so damn hard he swore he could feel the the twitch of his husband's dick against his own. It had his thighs squeezing to that moving waist with a moan bursting out of him at the thought. At the sensation his brain giddily insisted he felt. God knows he'd been replaying that Monday afternoon for days from the rush of it all to get away with something like that in such a public space.
The pleasure from the rubbing, sliding, grinding of Shouta's erection against his own. Oh, he'd replayed that pressure, that rub, until he was driving himself up the wall. It had left him with wet dreams that had him gasping, twisting impatiently, when he woke in the morning to the weak sunlight. Deaf to his own heaving breaths. His husband had implanted a memory, a scene, that happily integrated itself into his wet dreams. He knew it didn't help how often he replayed everything about that afternoon over and over.
It had his curled toes squeezing when Shouta dragged himself in those hard, fierce slides against him as a moan burst out of him. Deafening but nowhere near the pitch he'd reach had the cuffs been off. The pitch they both knew he'd of reached from the sparks racing up his back. Twisting under his skin to fuel the heat flashing in bursts leaving him flushed when it simmered down to his bones. A molten lava burning him to his core as it pooled into him. His cheeks throbbing lightly when a fresh wave of heat hit them.
The snug fit of the blindfold had his lashes fluttering when his brows twitched together before squeezing. It was amazing. Like being shoved into a pitch-black room where not a thing could be made out as he was ground against. Rubbed up so shamelessly against like he was nothing more than a pillow to be ground against. Fuck, if that unfair thought didn't get him moaning into those hard kisses that had his lips aching. Buzzing as he moved his lips with those full ones sliding over his with that sharp smack.
Uneven breaths fanned over his cheek. How hot, hot, hot it had gotten so fast he had not a clue but it had him squirming. Twisting. Had his fingers yanking at the black locks wrapped around them again tearing a moan out of his husband when hips bucked against him sharply. Breaking up that fierce rub down against him, it had his nails raking over Shouta's scalp as he crushed his lips against Shouta's. Hard, quick slides with that passion bleeding into the kisses with the intent to get him smoldering.
A lust to it that had his heart sprinting wildly against his chest that had him squirming. It had heat raking lazily under his skin with that building insistence for him to do something with it. It had him hips jiggling briefly before grinding up in tight circles when his husband's slid against his with that hard press to get his thighs squirming against his waist. Racing breaths shallowing through his nose with a trembling waver that had them hitching. Identical to the shortening ones fanning over his uncomfortably hot cheek.
Lashes fluttering beneath that snug blindfold again, he wriggled his wrists instinctively against the cuffs curiously. He could spread his arms out decently; enough for Shouta to wedge himself into them but God knows he wants to touch his husband the way he wanted. As he would any other time. And it was an amazing frustration to be refused that; to be refused to see his husband when he inevitably pulled away. He yanked on those black locks giddily tearing a moan from his husband with lips sliding against his fervently.
Fuck, he loves it when the black-haired man kissed him like this. While he was a damn fool for those soft, smoldering kisses, there was something just as exciting to kisses like these. When Shouta was crushing his lips to his with those quick slides of damp lips against his as those sharp smacks rang out. The hard press of those plush, full lips fitting against his so beautifully it had his head spinning. His dick gave a volley of twitches with that excitement as he ground himself up in tight, fierce circles against the black-haired man.
Shaking pants rasping through his nose rivaled those uneven ones fanning over his cheek. The fierce slide of those hips pinning his down had his lashes fluttering against his cheeks as his eyes rolled back at the pleasure pooling into him. Sparks racing up his back to fan under his skin like pieces of kindling to get him hotter. To get him riled up as he gave another hard pull at his husband's hair earning himself another wild moan from him, the sharp smacks of their moving lips acted as small shots of heat.
Feeding into that aching pressure tightening in him. Tight, tight, tight. Fiercely squeezing at him when his dick twitched with a drop of pre-come soaking into his boxers. Then another. Another, another, another leaving his hips to jiggle up in between the tight grinding when he worked his hands carefully from those wild black locks carefully with a whine flying out of his husband. A silent protest but he wanted to touch. Wanted to touch the warmth of his skin just like that hand kneading at his waist when it slipped up.
A caress up it that had his back arching from the bed with a whimper up at his husband. Squirming when he worked his hands free with a jingle of the chain of his cuffs when he brought his arms up then down. Stretching his hands out, he knew it would be uncomfortable but just once was all he needed to show what he wanted. Just once. He spread his hands out when hips paused in their hard, grinding slides against him with shallow, uneven breaths hitching before cresting up into that light pant.
A whine leaving his husband when the chain pressed to his husband's waist to which he grunted at their restraint as they dug into his wrists. Reaching awkwardly trying to reach for his ass, he found he couldn't. Not like this. Instead, he grabbed fistfuls of his boxers to yank him forward in a thrust that had the both of them moaning in unison. His dick twitched excitedly when he yanked again. And again. Sharp thrusts against him that had his legs squeezing together against his husband with that burst of heat up his back.
Moaning at the sparks racing under his skin when the hand on his side slid down to his waist before pulling away. The patting hit on the blankets had his breaths hitching when lips lifted away from his allowing for him to gasp in a breath. His eyes opened instinctively when he jumped at the black view rather than the sight of his flushed husband. He pulled his hands back from that tight press to his husband's lower stomach when he caught nails scraping over the blankets. Searching blindly for the items he'd laid out.
And then Shouta was twisting over him with a grunt when hips hit against him clumsily with that stretch when he took the chance. He had not a clue what was above him, his chest or perhaps a side, but he happily raised his head from the bed to kiss at the feverish heat of his husband's skin in a frenzy. It had the black-haired man squirming with a crackling whimper when he settled back into his position. And it was ruthless the way those hips dragged against him with their hard press down against him.
Grinding intermittently with rolls that had him arching his hips up eagerly with a whimper. There was a shift followed by the warmth of his husband's breath over his chest with a kiss being pressed to it. Firm kisses trailing upwards towards his tattooed collar bone. Oh, he swore the day he came home with it he'd never seen his husband more flushed. Had never seen a man pay so much attention to it the way Shouta had. It had gone above and beyond the fascination that he'd held the day Shouta had his hip done.
His husband instead seemed riveted to it. Always took time in those moments after sex to trace the spelling over his collar bone; to kiss and nip playfully at it. Work hickey's around it or the merely bite at it with the hope of leaving teeth marks behind. It never failed to get his heart jumping in his throat when Shouta was looking at it with that sparkle to his gaze. A gleam that promised some type of praise towards the scrawl over it. He had not a clue if it was a kink thing but it was worth it to look into it, wasn't it?
He squirmed when the warmth of his husband's uneven breaths fanned over his collar bone before teeth nipped at him. A sharp bite that had the skin stinging as hips dragged against him to which he happily pressed up against the black-haired man with a squirm. Gasping in a breath when hips ground themselves down against him. So, so hard he could feel the twitches of his husband's dick against him. The droplets of pre-come, his or Shouta's he had not a clue- soaking into the fabric of his boxers.
It had his dick twitching excitedly when he arched his chest up with a hand finding its way back to those wild black locks. Pulling on them when teeth bit at his collar bone tearing a moan out of him. Groaning himself at the dig of those teeth into the sensitive area with hips grinding down against him in those urgent back and forth slides. It had him twisting beneath his husband as he pressed his head back against the bed with that heat sparking up his back. Fuck, he loves nights like these where he offered himself up.
When his husband would take and give as he saw fit as he let him take the reigns and took a backseat view to his husband's control. His flow. It always gave him insight on what he could do next time to make it hotter. To act as his husband showed him now and used it to learn how to make sex better. To let his husband show him what he wanted and how he wanted it. Vice versa. It was a never ending thing that was built upon together. Always improving when he thought there could be nothing more to improve upon.
He was always, without a thought, proven wrong, however. Sex with Shouta was always evolving; always getting far more better than the last time. His dick gave a volley of twitches when he thrusted up only to get sharp, frenzied thrusts against him that hit at him with such strength it had him moaning. Fidgeting restlessly when he heard that familiar crack of the lube being clawed open one handed. Shouta bit down fiercely at his collar bone with hard pulls at the skin that had his teeth dragging over his lip before biting down.
A blunt pain racing down to his chin as he tried to control the volume of that moan. Of the sounds ripping out of him one at a time ruthlessly that pulled at his throat. Threatened to leave him hoarse if he wasn't careful. It was so easy to see how much emphasis on sounds he made when he didn't have his quirk amplifying them effortlessly. When he felt his restrictions that his husband would think was normal. It had his heart pounding against his chest sickeningly with hits that seemed intent on leaving him dizzy.
His dick gave another twitch when he thrusted up against Shouta. Timing it perfectly with a thrust had teeth biting down viciously on his collar bone with a moan bursting out of the black-haired man. Oh, it had him squirming at the sudden gush of blood down to his twitching dick. Searing its way down through his veins as he ground himself up fiercely. Tight circles up against his husband who ground down against him in response with those fierce sucks at his collar bone sending tingles down to his stomach.
Aiding in another twitch of his hardening dick when he felt Shouta shifting then with teeth releasing their fierce dig into his collar bone. Right at the tail-end of that A in his husband's name. He shuddered when Shouta once again sat backwards with hands tapping lightly at his knees with a silent request. One that he was more than happy to answer too as he let his legs fall open eagerly. Allowing for those rough, dry hands to sweep forward along his inner thighs. Curving up to caress along the tops of them.
Over the easily missed smatterings of freckles were prominent. Darker along the sides of his thighs in the summer but it had goosebumps raising over his skin when Shouta's hands swept upwards to curl fingers over the waistband of his boxers. Was there a wet patch? Was it visible? It had his lips trembling with that silent question when hands were tugging at his boxers to ease them down, prompting him to arch his hips up. The light brush of fingers over his thighs and waist had his sprinting heart stumbling over its beats.
Helping where he could as it was worked from around his knees down his calves. Tugged from around his ankles, he felt the bed shifting slightly by his feet when he pressed them back to the bed. There was a quiet grunt followed by that shifting when the sound of kicking and a low curse had him sliding his head over the blanket with a rustle. Deafening in his ears when it bounced as he dragged his teeth over his lip before biting down on it. A huffing sigh rang out followed by the touch of hands on his knees.
He swore he could feel those eyes roaming over him with the hungry expression he could see behind his closed eyes. It had his hardening erection twitching at the feel of those eyes on him when Shouta shifted causing the bed to again wobble. What was he doing? He wished he could see. That he could watch whatever it was that his husband was doing down by his feet. And then his silent questions, his curiosity, was soothed rather quickly at the familiar slick squelch of lube being spread over fingers rang out.
He whined with a squirm as he arched his hips up when he felt his husband crawling forward again with those hitching breaths. Swallowing, he listened to that familiar sound of fingers rubbing slickly. Were they moving together to spread it still? Or at himself? He couldn't tell when he couldn't see but fuck if it didn't have his shallow pants of his stumbling when he felt hips arching down. He moved his cuffed hands down between them eagerly where he brushed his fingers lightly along the underside of Shouta's hardening dick.
Twitching when hips arched towards his fingers judging by that firmer touch when he squirmed. Oh, he loves, loves, loves it as much as he found it frustrating not being able to do as he would any other time. In being restricted like this. He wrapped his hands around the both of them with that firm press of that hardening erection to his own had his hips twitching instinctively. It was exactly what he wanted. What he'd been dreaming off as the mattress to his left dipped from the hand pressing into it when Shouta whined.
He giddily squeezed at the both of them tightly before sliding his hands in a lazy stroke that had hips twitching. A shallow thrust into his grasp that rubbed against him damn good as his erection hardened fully in his grasp. Digging his teeth into his lower lip, he settled into an easy, lazy speed as he kneaded at the bases of erections. Sliding his hands up in a curving twist that had his husband whimpering with that slick squelch ringing out. Uneven, shaking pants fanning over his jaw when he stretched his fingers up.
Rubbing the pads of his fingers over the heads of their erections. Tapping slickly at the beads of pre-come welling that had his husband squirming above him with hips twitching forward into his grasp. The light rattle of that chain connecting his cuffs added sparks of excitement down his back. Feeding into the heat raking under his skin as he stroked the both of them together as Shouta's erection filled out in his hands. Warm with that blood flow as hips moved to thrust forwards shallowly. Rubbing against him shallowly.
Slick as pre-come dribbled down the sides of his fingers when he wasn't fast enough in his upwards strokes. Taking his shaking pants through his nose, he twitched his hips up shallowly in time with his husband as that light rub against the underside of his erection got his toes curling. Pressing his feet fiercely to the bed as those slick squelches rang out when teeth nipped at his jaw. Fuck, he was fucking hot. He wished he could see the rock of those hips that accompanied the shallow thrusts his husband gave.
To see the twitches of that erection in his grasp. To watch the blush smothering itself over his cheeks. The flutter to those black lashes as they struggled to stay up. He wanted to see it all as that slick squelching rang out rhythmically. Thrusting? Shouta hadn't given any indication he'd slipped in a finger if he had but fuck if he cared whether he noticed it or not. It had him moaning at the black-haired man when he got a groan vibrating over his jaw. Teeth biting down fiercely with those hard suckles to the skin
His husband settled on working a hickey into the spot. He'd never been shy of his hickeys. Had never seen reason to be shy when he could effortlessly cover it up with foundation if need be. He shuddered at that hard suction as he sped up his hands. Stroking quicker with slides down to the base where he kneaded at his husband earning himself a groan. A buck of those hips as he curved his hands upwards towards the dripping heads with a rattle of that chain. Squeezing at them with rolls of his fingers over them both.
Rolling his palms over them with that added lubrication that had him groaning when hips bucked once again. Rubbing against him so goddamn good! It had him squirming with his husband as he listened to those slick squelches. Fast, fast, fast. Rhythmic. He'd give anything to see those hips rocking back and forth the way he knew they had to be. To see the squirms he felt against him. The sight of those fingers slipping into him as hips thrusted shallowly into his hands. Huffing. Gasping in shallow breaths.
He couldn't focus on deep breaths when his attention was being eaten up. When he was too eager to throw himself into his task of stroking thier slick erections quickly. Eagerly. The rattle of the chain between the cuffs forgotten when he thrusted into his stroking hands eagerly. Twisting his hands down towards the base had his husband moaning at him encouragingly. Squeezing at the twitching shafts in his hands, teeth dug into his jaw with a burst of pain that had his teeth raking over his lip with a shout.
Jolting at that hard suction soothing away the blunt pain. Thrusting into his hands again had Shouta's hips bucking into his grasp with a rub against the underside that had him whimpering with that unmistakable delight. Thrusting up in a rub against his husband had another moan vibrating into his jaw. Slick, fast squelches. Rasping, uneven pants being taken. The quiet, wet suction of his husband's mouth pulling at his jaw as he swallowed. The slick slide of his hands over dripping erections with hips jumping up.
Eagerly meeting his strokes as his hands flew slickly over the both of them as he began to fist at dripping heads. Stiff shafts eagerly to get himself more of those whimpers, whines and moans. The groans and grunts leaving the both of them. The rustling blanket beneath him with his squirms. The sound of that chain between his cuffs jingling and bouncing with his stroking hands. A cacophony of sound that was deafening in his ears as he panted unevenly when a final suck was given before that bite was released.
Pressing a kiss to it, he whined when he bucked his hips up in an impatient thrust. A slick slide that had his husband moving to thrust shallowly into his stroking hands. He couldn't help but wonder if there was a specific call to his hearing that made those sounds so loud. He already knew from his lack of hearing that he was much more sensitive to footsteps. To vibrations. It wouldn't surprise him one bit if the blindfold was making him hyper aware of the familiar sounds around him. The hitches to his husband's own uneven pants.
The squirm and brush of their skin when he squeezed his thighs to his waist. That squelching had his pounding hear stuttering when his husband let out one of those keening moans. Spilling out of him one after another so shamelessly when hips jerked backwards. Two fingers? Or one? He wanted the air to ask but fuck him if there wasn't an excitement in not knowing. In being kept in the dark both literally and figuratively. He whined as he squeezed them together with those slick slides dragging at his piercings.
Rubbing and grinding himself against Shouta giddily without a drop of that shame. Eager to get another rub against the sensitive areas of his piercings that sent bolts of heat up his back with pre-come welling and dribbling down. Smeared away by his stroking hands. Thrusting up in to his hands had Shouta's hips bucking with him to rub. Sliding against him when he rolled his hips up to grind against him when he whined shrilly at his husband. Crackling. It was an oddly strangling feeling knowing it was impossible to use it.
That he couldn't yet he was still trying to use his quirk. Knew he could but the cuffs kept him from doing so. He was burning, burning, burning. The slick squelches ringing out to mix in with the wet sound of his stroking hands smeared drops of pre-come aided in the slick strokes. Sliding his hands up, he rolled circles into the heads of thier erections when he shifted his left hand to grind his thumb into what he hoped to be the slit. Sliding his thumb against it earned him a cry from the black-haired man.
Hips jumped forward desperately with those squelches skipping in their rhythm before renewing it. Fast, fast, fast. So damn fast. Was he that worked up? Or merely in a speed, a pace, that he'd wanted to be done to him? He had not a clue but fuck, it had his fingers twitching with that urge to do that for him. To fuck this man with his fingers until he was a whining, whimpering mess with those shameless pleas. Until he was begging him. Moans spilled out of his husband as hips rocked forward into his hand.
Thrusting into it to meet his own that had sparks racing up his back. He knew long before the piercings that he would be sensitive; it had been warned to him by Nemuri and the piercer who had been much blunter. It was like with his nipples; a sensitivity was expected to the area but this? This was rocking him to his fucking core with those hot sparks racing up his back. The pleasure pooling into him that had his erection throbbing lightly in his grasp as he ground himself against the black-haired man's.
Squeezing them together tight, tight, tight tearing a whimper from his husband who bucked. Sliding against him sending a spark of heat up his back that had him whining shrilly as his feet pressed into their braced positions. The heat was relentless. Tearing him apart from the inside out as his husband's lips fluttered up towards his cheek with those soft pecks. Crushing themselves to his once again without a second thought. Sliding against his with a sizzling heat that had his heart pounding sickeningly in his chest.
Had his breath rushing out of him on a wheeze when he giddily moved his lips without a second thought. Sharp smacks ringing out that had him squirming, bucking into his hands with that slick little squelch as he stroked them fast. Fast, fast, fast in time with his husband's thrusting fingers. Trying to keep it consistent. It earned himself a throaty, snapping moan from the man. Huffing pants fanning over his cheek when his husband was moaning out again with snapping thrusts into his hand only to jerk backwards.
Rubbing against him fiercely had him moaning out in that keening pitch at the black-haired man. Tightening his hands around them with those twisting curves that had his husband writhing above him with a whimper flying out of him. The pitch at what he could only describe as a mewl. Oh, it had his blood burning through his veins when his husband was rocking on his knees slightly in a tight back and forth. There was a few sharp thrusts punctuated by a squelch before it came to a stop much to his curiosity.
What was he doing now? What was Shouta going to do? Where was he going to go? And then, judging by that snapping moan ripping out of his husband, he had to be stretching his fingers out. It had a trembling moan of his own flying out of him when he curved his hands up to roll his thumb over the head of his husband's erection with his own. Tight, hard circles ground into dripping heads sending sparks of heat up his back. It had him bucking eagerly into his hand when his husband broke away with a sharp smack.
Whining, he leaned forward to catch those lips once, twice, more in short pecks when a slick squelch rang out. Moving back, slightly had him releasing his tight hold on their conjoined with a whimper. Grinding himself up against the black-haired man before he could fully pull away when the bed was moving. Bouncing lightly from the movements when he swallowed before lifting his hands up to twist into the blanket. A bad move but he couldn't think. Couldn't breathe without fanning that heat under his skin.
Then he felt fingers rubbing over his piercings. A crinkle of the condom wrapper. There was a grunt with another crinkle of the wrapper by the distinct sound of something being spit out followed with the touch of that slippery ring to the head of his erection. Drips of what he could only imagine as lube hit his stomach when he was tugged at. Rolled on carefully, the condom was eased over his piercings delicately before it was tugged into place on him. There was a squeeze to his hip then; his silent question.
A check-in.
Something he'd agreed too with his husband even if this was, by far, the easiest play they've done. It could get overwhelming not using his quirk. To have his hands cuffed no matter how wide he could stretch them and to be unable to see but he didn't mind. In fact, he knew it's what made it better. What made it so breathtakingly exciting. He arched his hips up with a whimper when he heard a brief squelch followed by that hand grasping at him. Spreading a layer of lube over him before he pressed his legs together.
His husband crawling up over him had his racing pants hitching when he whined. There was then a wobble to the bed when he felt not knees but- wait, what? What was he-? Those were feet, weren't they? Pressing on either side of his hips? It had him gasping when he felt a wobble followed by that hand holding him away from his stomach tightening. Squeezing. He arched his hips up eagerly with a jiggle when there was another wobble but then, then, then he was pressing against that twitching hole of Shouta's.
Pressing in playful nudges as hips rolled down to grind against him tearing a whimper out of him. An echoing whine left his husband when hips continued their playful roll down against him when he felt that renewed press to the bed when Shouta lowered himself. Arching his hips up higher, he squirmed with a firm press up that had the black-haired man hissing in a breath when he got that push back. Nudging at him when he felt a twitch of that hole against him followed quickly by his husband sinking down.
A give that had him throwing his head back to the bed with an ecstatic groan when he squeezed at the comforter up above him. Shuddering at the shout leaving his husband ringing with that delight, that pleasure as he sank down, down, down. His groan crested in volume that tugged at his vocal cords causing his throat to ache with each inch sinking into Shouta. Hot. Tight. Inner walls squeezed around him so damn tight it had him squirming beneath him. Gripping at him so damn tight it choked him up.
As if the black-haired man had been dying for something in him for hours. Days. It had him bucking his hips instinctively when his husband bottomed out with his weight pinning his pelvis down to the bed. God, he was melting into the bed. Melting, melting, melting with that tight heat wrapped around him. Shaking. He moaned at that tight rocking of Shouta's hips. A tight front and back rock that had him wriggling his hips beneath him to join in that impatient rocking when he felt hands drifting over his stomach.
Sweeping up towards his chest. Fingers fanning out through the curls of hair, he felt the pads of them rubbing over his areola's sending tingles racing down to his stomach. Fuck, fuck, did he wish he could see. What position was his husband using? Something that involved a squat? He had not a clue what it was, but it had him squirming with each tight back and forth rock of his husband's hips as those inner walls clamped tightly around him. Strangling him when his erection twitched causing them to moan in unison.
Thumbs flicked over his hardened nipples. A lazy back and forth as the bed wobbled lightly with the push off of Shouta feet to continue that tight movements. Fuck. Him. He was burning up beneath his husband as he twisted eagerly against the blankets with a whimper when he squeezed at the fistfuls he held. Uneven, rasping pants were taken between the both of them; deafening save for that light squelching of his husband's impatient rocks when hips changed up. One he was more than delighted with.
Changed for that tight back and forth for a fierce grind down against his pelvis. Inner walls squeezed around him in what he swore was a damn throb that had him moaning encouragingly at his husband. He'd never been more desperate to see in his life. To see that rock of his hips. The smirk that had to be curled over those full lips. The blush smothering itself over his skin with sweat pricking over it. The glistening sheen to his hands from the lube and the way his erection would be curved up to rest against his stomach.
Flushed against it with that mouthwatering thickness as it dripped onto his dark happy trail. He wanted to see that tattooed hip flashing at him with each tight grind and rock. He wanted to see this new position his husband was using right now. His erection twitching gave him that tight squeeze that had him crying out. Pressing his head back to the bed when hips ground against him viciously with a moan flying out of his husband. Throaty. Trembling when there was a push on the bed that had him hissing in a breath.
Shouta lifted himself up shallowly before coming back down against his pelvis. Causing him to bounce lightly with the bed at the impact of that hard drop against him. A slick squelch accompanying that shallow bounce with thumbs flicking over his nipples again. Nails hitting off of the metal of his studs had him arching his chest up to press against his hands. Shallow, rasping pants being taken when his husband pushed off to repeat that shallow bounce that had him groaning up at the black-haired man.
Encouraging him to continue. Hips ground down against him when he hit against his pelvis again with a whine leaving the black-haired man before he was pushing himself up and coming down with a slick squelch. Again. Again, again, and again. Bouncing himself shallowly with that squelch of the lube and condom rubbing together with each bounce. He could feel the bed wobbling beneath him as Shouta used what had to be a squat to push off. Fingers came together to pinch lightly at his nipples.
A playful tug that had him groaning when he let go of the blanket. Reaching down blindly with the strap of the blindfold rolling up on the back of his head, he reached down until he was touching the silky smooth inner thighs that trembled beneath his touch. It had his husband whimpering when he slid his hands in a caress over the sensitive area as muscles flexed beneath his hands with that shallow bouncing. Shuddering at the solid hits when his husband was dropping against his pelvis with as much force as he dared.
Curving his hands up towards the top of his thighs when the black-haired man lifted himself up, he yanked at him with a squeeze to his thighs. Slamming him down to his pelvis with a strength that had the bed bouncing beneath him. Ohhh, it had his husband moaning above him with such volume it sent shivers down his back. Had hips grinding desperately with a twitching spasm of those inner walls around him before Shouta lifted himself up only to allow him to yank at his flexing thighs forcing him down.
Slamming against his pelvis where he got a shudder as muscles trembled under his hands when he kneaded at him. Moaning up at him when the black-haired man then resumed that shallow bouncing of his before he'd reached out. Quick, shallow bounces that had him bending his knees up slightly to plant his feet to the bed to thrust up into his husband. To meet those bounces the best he could. Shuddering at the stranglehold those inner walls had him as they squeezed and relaxed around him in quivering twitches.
Spasms when his erection so much as dared to twitch. He clung onto his husband's flexing thighs as the bed bounced lightly beneath him with each push off of his husband's feet. Working himself up to a good, quick speed with those slick squelches ringing out with the rustling blanket. The light slap of skin meeting when his husband dropped against his pelvis. Giving a playful figure eight grind before he was pushing his way up. Fucking hell, he'd give anything to watch his husband bounce himself.
To watch black brows squeezed together with lashes trembling in an effort to remain up. To see the hungry, blazing heat in those dark eyes that always made them glassy. Bottomless. Eating him up like he was a damn buffet laid out on the blankets for him to devour. Eat to his hearts content. His lashes trembled fiercely against his cheeks as he fought the urge to open them. Knowing he would see nothing even if he was tempted to open them regardless. Uneven pants raked down his throat with the intent of drying it out.
God, it ached faintly when a moan ripped out of him. He'd asked for two such simplistic things; to be blindfolded. To be handcuffed when his husband asked if he wanted anything more with it. And Shouta had run with what he wanted. Was giving him more than he could have ever asked for. It had him writhing with his husband when fingers tugged at his nipples again with a sharp pinch that had him howling when that pressure was increased. Pinching harder, harder, harder at his nipples with a strength that him writhing.
Pinching so hard he swore he could feel that bar running through them. He snapped his hips up in a frantic frenzy to meet his husband's shallow drops down tearing a keening whimper out of the man. Another of those mewling pitches repeated as he twisted beneath him. Snapping his hips up to meet those sharp drops down had Shouta's hips slamming only to roll in that tight figure eight movement. Grinding against him fiercely before lifting himself up higher. Hitting down against him with feet pushing off.
Causing the bed to wobble lightly from the force. God, he loves this man. Loves, loves, loves him. Fingers tugged sharply at his nipples once again tearing snapping, guttural groan out of him as his brows squeezed together tightly when he gave a clumsy thrust that had his husband whimpering at him. Correcting those clumsy, frenzied thrusts had his husband shuddering above him when he snapped up to hit against him with a slap of their meeting skin. There was nothing he wouldn't give to see how Shouta was riding him.
To watch the lift and drop of those hips as they hit against him. The sight of his erection tapping lightly against his stomach from the movements. The bounce of his hair around his shoulder and cheeks. That arousing look of concentration he always got when he was riding him with that fervent eagerness. As if each bounce had to be made perfectly. Focusing on it. Snapping his hips up had the black-haired man moaning with a squirm of those hips before he was coming down hard, hard, hard onto his pelvis.
Shots of heat raced up his back at the slick squelches punctuating his bounces when he felt his husband lifting up higher. His hips swinging up allowing for that bottom piercing to slip out tearing a moan from his husband. Ecstatic. Encouraging. It was hard to pin the emotion in that pleasure-filled sound but it had him snapping his own hips up again. Lightly tugging on those flexing thighs to get those harder drops from the black-haired man when inner walls clamped down fiercely around him. So hot, so hot, so hot.
God, he fucking loves how hot the black-haired man was. How tightly he could clench around him like he might just pull out right now. As if he could snap him off at the base to keep him tucked inside of him. To keep himself full. He could spent hours with his dick buried in this man if that's what he wanted. Sleep, eat, and shower with himself tucked into the heat melting him through to his core. He'd give anything for it. To be that intertwined with his husband like that. He moaned out when he felt the change in speed.
Faster, higher lifts of those hips that inched up higher on his erection. Slamming down against his pelvis harder with fingers pinching tightly at his nipples with another sharp pull on them sending pain blistering over his chest. It had him squirming with a snapping, choked groan akin to a growl. A guttural sound that had a keening whimper flying out of Shouta as hips dropped down fiercely against him. Resulting in yet another impact to cause him to bounce lightly with the bed with the force of it t hat had him moaning.
Returning that strength with his own snapping thrusts up into the black-haired man giddily only to have his hips pinned down was a damn pleasure. A delight he didn't know he loved. It had him twisting, writhing, squirming with his husband up above him. Had thighs flexing beneath his hands when he gasped in a choked breath. Shouting when those inner walls squeezed around him with such strength it had him bucking up. Slamming himself up in a frenzy of hard thrusts that had his husband wailing.
Shouta then jerked himself down to hit against his pelvis with enough force to get his hips wavering over the bed. Slamming thrusts being given so suddenly in a frantic frenzy had him blistering. Boiling as he clutched at the black-haired man's thighs with a squeeze that had fingers pinching hard, hard, hard at his nipples before twisting side to side. Hardly what he'd call painful, yet it had heat blistering over his chest as he threw his head back into the bed. Snapping up in thrusts in pounding, frantic thrusts into him.
Hits that had his husband moaning so enthusiastically it sent shivers down his back. Fuck, it was like Monday afternoon. A repeat of that feverish, frantic heat that had him twisting against the blankets. Squirming, writhing, twitching up. So, so hot he was melting away. The only thing keeping him tethered was the feel of his husband squirming and bucking with him. Writhing up above him with gasping moans and keening whimpers. Bouncing himself fast, fast, fast as he did his best to match them with his own thrusts.
"Fu-Ffffuck, baby! Ah! I-I guess you meant it, hu-huh? You're really th-that pent up? You wa-want me so fuckin' bad? Ah! Mmmmnn! Shit! God, fuck yes! Ri-Ride my fucking cock! Gi-Gimme it so gooood, baby! Nnnn! You fe-feel so good! So good, baby! Hot! So fu-fuckin' tight 'round me! Oh! Ohhh, fuck! Be-Been thinkin' bout it all day! Just- Mmm! Ahhhnn! Nn!- be-bend you over and fu-fucking you silly! Ah! Te-Tell me, do you lo-love having Da-Daddy's cock in you? Lo-Love fucking yourself on it?"
"Yes! Fu-Fuck, yes! I love it! Love it, love it! I ne-need it all the time! Need yo-your hands on me! Kissing me! Ne-Need your cock in me all the time! Mmmmf! Ah! Nnnghnn, God, Zashi! I wa-want you so bad all the fucking time! Ah, ah, ah! I lo-love you! Love you so fucking much! Oh! Oh, oh, please! Fu-Fuck me! Fuck me ha-harder, Za- Daddy! Fa-Faster! Like that! Like that, that! Fuck me, fuck me! I-I want you to fuck me all night! Ma-Make me sick of your co-cock! Nnnghnn! Ke-Keep me loose from ha-havin' you in me!"
"Ah! Pre-Pretty little thing like you wo-would never get tired of it! Mmm! So addi-addicted to my cock, you'd ne-never be tired of it! Just like I ca-can't get tired of being in you! Ohhh! Oh! God, yes! Fu-Fuck me like that! Co-Come on, baby! Ride me so fu-ffffucking goood! I-I love you so fucking mu-much, Shouta! I be-bet you look so beautiful! Yo-You always look so beautiful ri-ridin' me! Ah, ah! Nnnghn! Sho-Show me how much you love Da-Daddy's big fucking cock, baby! Show me, show me! Tell me ho-how much you need it!"
"So bad! So bad! I-I need you cock s-ssso bad, Da-Daddy! Want you so bad! I- Mmmm! Hnnn, I ne-need you all the time! Wa-Wanna fu-fuck myself on your cock ev-every day! I want you to fuck me so gooood! Please! Ple-Please, I want Da-Daddy's cock in me all night! Wa-Wanna ride you all night! Cu-Cuff you to the headboard! Cho-Choke myself on your fucking cock! Je-Jerk you off 'til you can't take it anymore! Haah, haah! Ohhh, God, please! Please, please, gi-give me it so goood, Daddy? Please?"
Ohhh, it had him pressing his head back to the bed with a wild, keening moan when his husband slammed himself down to his pelvis with that tight rocking before swinging up. Releasing that tight pinch on his nipples only to have nails raking over them viciously. Over his areolas leaving burning lines left behind that had him howling as he slammed up into his husband. Shaking. Writhing beneath him with that desperate wish to get the blindfold off. To rip it off himself to watch his husband's frenzied bouncing.
Drops that had him eager to meet those bounces as fast as he could while his husband moaned up above him. It was breathtaking, he knew it was. The sight of Shouta's hips as they slid up further before slamming down to his pelvis causing him to bounce lightly from the impact. How wild those locks had to be as they brushed and bounced around his shoulders. Against his flushed, sweaty face as sweat pricked in a thin layer over it. Fuck, he hated that prick of sweat over his chest and back, but he could happily ignore it.
He slammed his hips up tearing a cry from his husband. The slick squelches of his bouncing ringing out had his heart pounding in his chest when his husband slammed down to grind in tight circles against him. Frenzied before he swung himself back up. And God knows how badly he wanted to flip over. He wanted to grab his knees and force his damn feet up to his shoulders. Fold him in half and pound himself wildly into that tight heat clamping around him so damn good it threatened to leave him howling.
Instead, he clawed at those trembling thighs when he yanked his husband down after he lifted himself up on a higher swing. Slamming him to his pelvis as his hips jerked up to hit against the black-haired man had him wailing shrilly at him. Hands clawing at his chest had him moaning up at the frantically bouncing man with a renewed volume. Husky already but fuck he could ignore it. Giddily ignore it because he could see it. He didn't have to see to know how he threw his head back with that wail.
How those black locks would sway against his upper back. How his erection had to be making a damn mess over his stomach with the drops of pre-come creating their running patch on his happy trail. How it had to be tapping against his stomach with those wild bounces of his. The way his mouth was hanging open with those rasping pants he took that fed into another moan. Another whine. He wanted nothing more than to flip over and rip this blindfold off. Nothing was stopping him. Nothing but the desire to have it on.
Uneven, fast pants raked down his throat to dry it out as he slammed himself up into the heat that was squeezing around him rhythmically. Choking him with the twitches his erection gave when the black-haired man's hands grabbed at his forearms. Nails raking over them where they came up to grab at his wrists. Holding onto him when he yanked him down with an upwards slam of his hips had his husband crying out above him. A delighted, enthusiastic sound that sent shivers down his back to which he groaned.
It encouraged him to actively yank his husband down onto him. Letting him swing up, up, up before slamming him down to his pelvis as he jerked his hips up to meet his pull. Another wail left the black-haired man above him as he happily fell into a routine of yanking him down with each upwards thrust. The slick squelch of the lube and rubber acting like a shot of sound in the room. Deafening over the huffing pants taken between the both of them. The deafening moans and groans flying out of them.
The reedy whines and mewling whimpers leaving himself and his husband. Grunts. The rustling of the blankets beneath him and the light creak of a spring from his husband's push off on the bed. The light rattle of their bedframe from the bouncing and wobbling of the mattress beneath them. The crisp slap of their skin meeting as sweat broke out over it for that slick heat. It had him electrified. Every last noise made between them as he slammed himself up into that tight, clenching heat driving him up the damn wall.
Choking him so good it had him burning, burning, burning up. He could only imagine the desperation pinching at his husband's face with those shouted words. The squeeze of his dark brows paired with that pleading look in those bottomless dark eyes of his. The frantic lift and drop of his hips. It had him squirming beneath the black-haired man when he dug his nails into those flexing thighs when he yanked him down tearing a cry from the man. The deafening squelch of that thrust had him moaning out.
Had his husband clenching up around him with an answering, throaty moan aimed back at him. Lift, pull, thrust, lift, pull, thrust. Harder, harder, harder. Faster, faster, faster. The quiet, back of throat sounds leaving his husband had him pounding himself up into him. Yanking him down to match that strength until he felt Shouta moving with his pulls. Meeting his pounding thrusts with those airy little puffs of noises leaving him underneath those deafening moans. Hidden beneath the guttural groans leaving himself.
He felt the prick of nails digging into his wrists from those shaking hands on him that clung onto him uselessly. Like he was an anchor when they then slid up his forearms again going up, up, up to brush past his upper arms. Coming back to rest on his chest where nails then dug into the burning lines he'd left behind. Tearing a howl from him as he pounded up into his husband who shouted with such delight. It was so easy to imagine how he no doubt threw his head back again. The writhing twist before hips jerked down.
Slamming against him with such force it had his feet pressing into the mattress with that quiet urgency. Needing, needing, needing him. Wanting, wanting, wanting. It had him feverish with that heat raking under his skin with the gasps of air being taken as he pounded himself up hard, hard, hard as he could tearing those cries out of his husband. Faster. He wanted so badly to move his hands independently of one another but that's just what made it all the better. What made it the best type of insufferable.
Just like he knew Shouta would be eating up his hoarse voice in the morning due to the strain he was putting on his throat. A strain he didn't feel given the pitches his quirk could reach without so much as a thought. God, that heat was eating him up. Giving in to that howling voice in the back of his mind to pound himself up into that clenching heat fast as he could. To dive back in the second a sliver of his erection was slipping out of his husband with those upwards slides. It was by far the hottest he swore he'd burned.
All over some cuffs. Over a blindfold. Over the familiar sensations, the familiar sounds, that he couldn't see. Just like when he'd had his hearing aids out once or twice; seeing the familiar movements he had the sounds for yet was cut off from. This was merely a one-eighty of it; a flip that took away his chance to see his husband riding him with such wild abandon. With such passion it had him pounding up to get those wheezing breaths flying out of his husband. To yank on his thighs to get him to drop down faster.
Harder. Making the bed bounce lightly beneath him as feet pushed off of it as a leverage for those frantic, frenzied bounces of Shouta's. Fuck! It had him gasping when he clawed at those flexing thighs with a desperate urgency clawing its way to the surface as he pounded his hips up. Aching faintly, he happily ignored the protest of his hips when Shouta was hitting down so forcefully against his pelvis. Riding him like his life depended on it. Like he was leaving on a mission tomorrow. A convention for his show.
That they wouldn't see one another for weeks. It threw caps of gasoline on an already raging fire. He couldn't breathe without fanning the heat raking under his skin with each pounding thrust into his husband who was squeezing around him to mimic that throbbing. Muscles spasming, relaxing, spasming, relaxing. Clutching at him as if milking him towards an orgasm. It had him panting raggedly as he yanked down Shouta with a hard thrust up that had the man wailing out as hips ground together frantically.
What did his husband see? What did he look like to Shouta? What was his view this whole time? Did he look as helpless as he thought? Or did it trigger the same arousal he felt when Shouta was blindfolded? It was a silly question, that fourth one, but he wanted to know everything. Wanted to hear about it from that other point of view. A whimper ripped out of him when nails raked over his chest with a desperate squirm to those hips before they were dropping down in a hard thrust. Tearing a choked howl out of himself at the heat.
Clutching at those flexing thighs as he pounded his hips up in a frenzy. Frantic. God, he was melting away. Would be rendered to a pile of ash if he wasn't careful. Gasping, heaving, panting. All raking down his throat to leave it dryer than they started as he tried to swallow. To keep from choking himself on the drool pooling in the back of his throat. It merely resulted in a pins and needles pain down his throat from that dryness but he didn't mind it one bit. He couldn't. His mind, his hands, were far too preoccupied.
Too focused on yanking his husband down with that strength he used to pound up had his husband moaning with such enthusiasm it had his hear hammering against his chest. Leaving him breathless. He couldn't take it a second longer. Not one minute more. He slid his hands up to his husbands waist when hips slammed down to grind against him to which he took his moment. It was his chance he hadn't realized he'd been waiting for. Bucking his hips up then flipped when his husband yelped with the sudden roll.
The bed bounced with a protesting buckle of their box frame and bedframe together. He didn't care, care, care. He slid his hands down to grab at his calves before jerking his legs up towards what he hoped was his shoulders. Pinning them up, he sank into his husband deep, deep, deep tearing a gasping moan from the man as hands clawed at his shoulders. Burning lines left behind when he pulled his hips back before slamming himself forward tearing cry from Shouta. A strained, husky sound that choked itself off.
Writhing impatiently beneath him, that choked cry crested up into a strained whimper aimed at him. Eager. Begging, begging, begging him silently to do something. And he giddily resumed that pounding speed into his husband as legs shook in his grasp. Squirming. He pounded himself into that heat eagerly in compliance with that howling voices insistence in the back of his mind. A shrieking heat that demanded satisfaction to use those pounding thrusts to get himself and Shouta closer, closer, closer.
Had to be when his husband was writhing, squirming and moaning with such keening delight it had his pounding heartbeat throbbing in his ear. Such a pleasurable sound. Excitable. Ringing with that encouragement and that trembling ecstasy. It had him giddily pounding into his husband with those slick squelches ringing out. The sharp crack of his skin hitting Shouta's ringing out in shots that had his breaths hitching. The chain of the cuffs jingling with the sway from his movements as his hair clung his sweaty back.
Clinging to his shoulders and forehead. He squeezed at the backs of his husband's thighs before sliding his hands up to press into the backs of his knees. Clutching at them fiercely to which a moan flew out of his husband. Writhing with a renewed vigor when hips struggled to move beneath him to meet the pounding thrusts. God, he fucking loves it. Loves everything, everything, everything about tonight. If Shouta wanted another round tomorrow, he'd happily give it. With no flare ups of his piercings, he felt confident.
Eager to jump back into their usual active sex life yet Shouta was hesitant. Hadn't spoken a word on it yet but he had that hope they were going to try. He huffed out his pants when he felt a bead of sweat streaking down his forehead only to soak into the blindfold. It felt odd to know his husband was beneath him. Hair sprawled over the blanket, the flush to his cheeks, and the way he squirmed beneath him. The look that had to be on his flushed face right now as he looked up at him. It was fucking hot.
So, so hot! He dove forward eagerly into that heat that was clenching around him in pulls. In that throbbing rhythm that threatened to make his eyes roll back behind fluttering lashes. Fuck, fuck, he can't get enough. As if those weeks they'd gone without sex was bubbling to the surface. The frustration of the past two months of his husband's strict once a week schedule clawing upwards. All coming together to leave him with an overwhelming, choking eagerness that had him slamming into his wailing husband.
Nails then raked across his shoulders with hips jerking beneath him to attempt to move. Legs flexing and squirming in his grasp as he squeezed at the back of his knees. He needed, needed, needed him so badly. Wanted him so fervently it ached. He wanted, needed, longed to have him more than once. To throw caution to the wind once since getting his piercings. Since that night with marking when they'd gotten carried away together. He needed Shouta despite having him. It was like a pain with how acute that need was.
That flaming desire. Twisting tighter with each slurred shout of his name leaving the black-haired man beneath him. As if it was the only word he knew. As if he were a devout man shrieking to his God. It had heat shuddering down his back when he felt that knot twisting into his stomach. Panting raggedly at the heat that had his toes curling tightly, he pounded himself into that clenching heat with a renewed vigor. A renewed force that had his husband writhing beneath him with legs shaking in his grasp.
A hand clawed at his shoulder while the other moved away. It didn't take sight to know where it was going. It didn't take superior intelligence or anything of the sort to know exactly where it was going. Huffing, ragged pants were taken beneath him followed by the barely audible slick sound from earlier. The feeling of that hand moving between them nudged at his stomach; light hits as Shouta jerked himself off with those breathless puffs of noise leaving him. Moans dripping out of his husband shamelessly.
Whimpers that danced along that mewling pitch. Whining up at him half formed words of encouragement. It would never fail to set him ablaze to hear that deep voice climbing up like that. So beautiful it was in that breathless pitch. That knot twisted into his stomach viciously; a hot spark clawing up, up, up as his thighs tensed. Shaking much like the ones below his grasp with his husband twisting. Gasping up at him that beautiful chant of his name. Mirroring his own silent one that rang on a loop driving him up the wall.
His world shrinking, shrinking, shrinking until nothing mattered outside of this room. Nothing mattered but Shouta, Shouta, Shouta. It was all he needed. All he wanted as he chased after that spark twisting into his stomach with a desperate fervor. Dancing on that edge when his husband was shouting with a sudden stiffening beneath him. Thighs tensed with their flex with legs shaking when his husband squirmed frantically beneath him before that stiff set overtook him. That shout choking off into a croak in his throat.
A strangled wheeze of a breath when those inner walls clamped tight, tight, tight around him. Choking his erection as it throbbed when he grunted before pounding himself forward into that clenching heat. Clenching around him hard, hard, hard with a throb that pulled at him when he slammed against Shouta. The hand on his shoulder then shot up to yank at his hair to send a sharp jolt of pain over his scalp. It resulted in a burst of heat down his back. Blinding as his back arched with his thrusts stuttering.
And God help him, mortifying as it was, it was the very thing to shove him right over that edge he hadn't realized he'd clawed so close too. His head was forced back from the force of that pull on his hair. He howled out when he pounded forward in a frenzy into his husband as muscles clutched at him. Squeezing him dry as he tipped right over. Lashes fluttered on his cheeks beneath the blindfold as his eyes rolled back on him with such force, he swore it ached. He gasped in a breath as his mouth dropped open.
Yet not a sound came out. Not the howl he thought would leave him. Not a whimper, whine, or shout. There was no air to make a damn sound when he threw his head back. Tense thighs shaking as his stomach flexed with that frantic throbbing of his erection eating him up. The tingling wave up his shaking thighs that brought that white-hot heat. Ripping. Eating him up with each pull of his husband's inner walls around his twitching erection. Milking him for another twitch. Another throb. Another spurt of come that left him.
He could hardly breathe. It felt so good, so good, so good. So fucking good! Oh, he could hardly wheeze out a breath much less take it when he felt his husband slumping beneath him. A weak, strangled croak of a sound leaving him. He was drowning, drowning, drowning under his orgasm. Suffocating. Choking. Stiff. Shaking. That white-hot heat threatened to tear him apart. To leave him suspended in that white state where it ached through him. Throbbing as it chased away the blazing heat ripping under his skin.
A bead of sweat ran down the side of hsi face to his jaw as that white-hot head twisted under his skin. Boiling his blood. He couldn't take it. Blazing heat or white-hot throbs, it was all too much. So good, so good, so good. Too much, too much, too much. God, it was so fucking good he felt ready to claw out of his skin. And then, then, then it was rushing out of him leaving him exhaling in a wheeze as he slumped. Shaking as he then dragged in a gasp of air to feed his hungry lungs when it rushed out of him.
In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. Each gasp fed into the throbbing that had his toes curling as the waves of that orgasm finally ebbed out of him completely. Then he felt the hand clutching at his hair releasing the locks to come forward. Grabbing at the edge of the blindfold then lifting it up, he flinched at the soft lighting of their bedroom. So soft to his husband but it was too bright for him. Much too bright after that darkness but that covered his eyes then prompting him to swallow before lifting his cuffed hands up.
Tugging the blindfold from its position on his forehead when legs then dropped down onto the bed. Light hits that had the bed bouncing lightly when he leaned back slowly with those heaving pants. Pulling his hips back, he swallowed an echoing whine when he slipped out of his whining husband with a slick squelch. Then Shouta was sitting up when that hand remained cupped over his eyes to keep them in the dark. Giving them time to adjust when lips pressed to his cheek before fluttering up to his cheek bone.
Targeting the soft smattering of freckles when he got a breathless, hoarse hum from his husband when he let out a sharp exhale. Rasping on its way out when full lips and Shouta's nose nuzzled against his uncomfortably hot cheek. He pressed his face forward into his husband's cupped hand did he open his eyes. Flinching at the glow of the soft yellow lighting, he swallowed when he registered that ache to his throat. The soreness of being so vocal without his quirk was an odd sensation to be faced with.
Normally it was an occurrence when he overextended and overused his quirk. He reached down with shaking hands to tug the filled condom off of himself. Lifting it up, he forced his shaking fingers to work with him to tie off the slick thing. Grunting when it snapped slickly at his fingers, he got another hoarse hum from his husband when that hand cupping his eyes shifted to which he gave a nod. It slid up to comb through his hair with gentle scratches at his scalp when he managed to tie off his condom.
Fidgeting slightly, he helped shift Shouta away from the edge of the bed he'd been unaware they were so close too and reached to the bedside table. Tossing the filled condom into the trash, he felt arms curl around his shoulders with kisses being pressed to the back and top of his head as he grabbed at the wipes. Turning around, he held his hands out allowing Shouta to unbuckle the cuffs with shaking fingers. Tugging them from his tender wrists, the cuffs were tossed off to the side with the blindfold.
He used the edges of his nail to crack open the top of their packs of wipes to which he went to tug a wipe out. To start on the clean up when arms were instead thrown around his shoulders. He yelped hoarsely when he was then yanked towards his husband's chest as the man threw himself back. Landing on his side, he blinked in surprise at the suddenness of the movements before he began to giggle. Husky with that rasp to them, he curled his arms around Shouta's waist to tug him closer with a grin curling over his lips.
The slick mess of Shouta's stomach was momentarily forgotten when lips attacked his face in soft kisses. The wipes held uselessly in his pinned arm beneath his husband, he curled into him with giggles flying out of him. Returning kisses to that red face as hoarse giggles ripped out of him. The black-haired man's hands then combed through his hair as he pulled back to kiss the tip of Shouta's nose. Full lips pressed to the bridge of his nose and when he pulled back, he nuzzled the tip of his nose to Shouta's.
Giggling when he felt that nuzzling be returned when he pulled back after a moment. Finding those bottomless, euphoric dark gaze locking onto his with fingers tugging through his hair gently. He then let a smirk curl over his lips when he giggled again at the wide smile curling over his husband's lips. The glow to those dark eyes had his pounding heart skipping wildly in his chest when he couldn't help another giggle. The euphoria twisting into him when he grinned widely at his husband as he squeezed him close.
"So-So I think I-I speak for both of us that that was fu-ffffucking hot! Go-God, I really do lo-love you, baby! So fuckin' much!" A snicker burst out of his husband when he slid his hands along his sweaty back lazily. He then shifted before cuddling into the black-haired man when arms tightened around his shoulders. "Wh-What position was that yo-you used? I tho-thought you were squatting bu-but I wasn't one hun-hundred percent sure about it! We-Were you?"
"Mhhmmm! It-It was this position I saw on-online called As-Asian cowgirl or so-something!" Fingers combed through his hair again to which he happily melted into his husband's hold when he peppered kisses over that red cheek. Feverish under his skin when he let out a hum when the black-haired man chuckled breathlessly. Husky. "Di-Did you not like it? I-I know we do-don't experiment much with po-positions but I thought it'd be in-interesting to switch up, yo-you know? To do so-something new?"
"Oh, I ge-get it!" Nuzzling his lips and nose into his husband's feverish cheek as he tightened his arms around his waist. Crawling his lips in soft kisses down over that stubble covered cheek had his husband chuckling again when arms tightened around his shoulders. "Yo-You know, baby, the thing wi-with blindfolds? I cou-couldn't see you doing thi-this position an-and I think that's a real shame! Do-Don't you? To-To try new positions whi-while I can't see th-them?"
Oh, he could feel that cheek lifting beneath his lips as that smile widened with fingers twisting into his hair. Teeth nipped at his ear with rasping pants fanning over his ear causing a bit of discomfort with that feedback but God knows he didn't care. "I-It would be wh-what a blindfold does, you know! No-Not being able to see is wh-what you asked for but I gu-guess it could be con-considered a real cryin' sh-shame! Es-Especially if you wanted to see it, I me-mean!"
Playful. A tease. He let his grin widen into a smirk when he trailed his lips over his husband's jaw to nip at his earlobe earning himself a shudder from the black-haired man. Sliding his hands up his husband's back had it arching for a tight press against his. A flinch moving over his husband at the slick mess rubbing against his stomach but he happily ignored it when he tightened his arms around him. "Th-Then why don't you show me it again, huh? Le-Let me see this new po-position of yours, wo-won't you?"
"Do yo-you think you an-and your piercings wo-would be okay with th-that, Daddy?"
"Abso-fucking-lutely, baby!"