Hizashi was absolutely over the moon. Blissful. Euphoric. It was a joy that buzzed beneath his skin in a thrum that seemed intent on driving him insane. It was amazing. He had to admit it truly didn't take much to give him those moments of unbridled joy. That absolute happiness that made his chest. Had him giggling with a jitter to his hands and legs. Overwhelming him. It was a natural high that he enjoyed getting whenever he possibly could. He loved nothing more than to spread to those around him.

For as long as he could remember he'd always been that way. Wanting to spread and share that overwhelming happiness with his family. Friends. The joy that threatened to choke him when it came over him. Of course, he knew that the intensity to his feelings had been far from normal during his childhood. Something that was merely a result of his ADHD. Always teetering on neutral only for an emotion so overwhelmingly powerful it would strangle him. It was easy to confirm with his mothers' keen observations.

Watching him with each swing in his moods which presented itself each time he was brought to an evaluation. And while his medication did help him with not only his focus but it also helped in regulating his emotions with the aid of his coping mechanisms. However, there were still moments of intensity. Still times when the joy and happiness, the anger and sadness, the frustration and giddy delight could rip into him. Leaving him manic under them as they ripped through his system with the clamor to be felt.

It was a frustrating thing to coast on a neutral emotional wavelength only to be choked under that powerful surge of emotion. He understood the annoyance and emotional whiplash that other children had experienced around him. Knew it perfectly well when his intense emotions often led to quirk accidents. It was something he struggled with for the majority of his childhood and a majority of his teenage years. Trying to control the emotions that could result in a slip up without muffling himself completely.

It was easy to see how he attracted certain people to him with his bright personality while chasing away others. How he received close and casual friendships while also seeing with hindsight the resentment others had held towards him. A double-edged sword that he'd been balancing precariously on during his younger years. Trying to control his emotions. His quirk. It'd put a strain on anyone's confidence but he'd powered through. It was hard to stop an emotion completely in its tracks. To cut it off before it came over him.

And so, it left him to do the best he could with the tools he'd been given during those years in therapy. From his meetings with the school counselor weekly. And yet he couldn't help but feel good enough wasn't enough when a powerful emotion surged to the surface resulting in another accident. No matter how cheerful or bright a person there would be downsides can cast a shadow. Downsides that could call for the resentment and anger he'd seen in others around him when he'd slipped up and "had another accident".

Something that would be used to mock him for that week. Months if he wasn't lucky and fed the flames should he have another slip up. He didn't like to think of the bullying he'd receive, mild or intense, but it was undeniable. It was perhaps why he was most surprised when Shouta had seemed all too ready to help him with balancing on that swords edge. He'd never understand how the black-haired man had never gotten irritated. Angry about his slip ups in that high strung week after the Sports Festival.

He could understand it after they'd grown inevitably closer after the awkward few weeks. Tense with irritation on Shouta's side and his own grappling of awkwardness around his husband when he'd come to that realization of the budding feelings he'd had after that very first wet dream. Struggling through it when he'd been awed how patient the irritated black-haired man had been. How easily Shouta had come to his defense in that apathetic manner of his. Jumping down throats with that venomous apathetic defense.

When he'd be merely ushered away despite the blood he'd see trickling down his neck. Soaking into the collar of his training uniform. How effortlessly his husband seemed to take charge in helping him gain that control. Helping work through the emotions that triggered them which merely led to regulating his others. In helping him walk step-by-step how to control them in ways the therapists hadn't touched upon. Small tricks that led to fidgeting toys Shouta would buy him whether in store or online.

Little things that Shouta would give him the next day that he could hold to his palm. Keep in his pockets. It had been surprising coming from such an apathetic person like Shouta to help him with it all. It merely became something common once they'd begun dating. Walking through emotions that quickly became shared between them. Points of embarrassment brought up by Shouta or himself. It was all the help he could imagine and more when Nemuri and Oboro had hopped on with helping him. Giving him that support.

It was another support system he needed that his therapist encouraged him to have. One outside of his family. And it had been easier to begin to control himself with each quirk endurance training session they went through. When he'd catch those silent cues from Shouta out of the corner of his eye to calm himself. Ground himself. Years were spent that way until the work study. When he'd tried to hang on by a thread to talk out his emotions until he began to swallow them down. Burying the emotions as they came.

However, it mere resulted in him turning to alcohol as a support. Cautiously felt out yet something he began to lean on to soothe the bottled up emotions that became apparent when he and Shouta had moved in together. Leaning on the bottles he accumulated like a crutch. Something he had gone from wanting to needing in order to continue muffling the emotions. Burying them down until he couldn't remember their origins. Their causes that triggered them. Increasing the amount he would drink.

Doing so until it had spiraled out of control. An unmistakable problem that he'd tried in vain to drink away when it was brought to his attention. Drown under that burning influence of alcohol that left him dazed. Muffled. Something that had only led to a terse period of negative emotions that outweighed the good. Highlighted the bad rather than the qualities he strived for. Losing himself in those negative emotions he tried so hard to ignore throughout his childhood. His younger teenage years. Emotions he tried to forget.

And to forget, he'd tried to drink them away. More and more until he'd feared he had lost Shouta for good when the black-haired man moved out of their apartment temporarily. Choosing to live in the dorms at the college they attended rather than with him. To stay at Nemuri's when he could. When Shouta had begun to avoid his calls and texts. Ignore him when he tired knocking on doors until he was a shrieking, sobbing mess. Trying to blame anything on his negative emotions. To beg, bargain and compromise.

Anything to keep both alcohol and Shouta. Nemuri. An awful, back stain of his life that ate away four years of his life from nineteen to twenty four. It was only after getting that kick in the ass he needed that sobriety unfolded before him with a new road of regaining himself. New coping mechanisms and emotions. An array of AA meetings, therapists and psychologists, sponsors and medication changes. Couples counseling with Shouta for years after those negative emotions that threatened to eat him alive.

Threatened to drown out the good that he'd had years previously. Had threatened to ruin everything he had strived so hard to work towards. And the truth of it had stung him worse than anything. Broke his heart when he'd come to terms that he'd done it. He'd nearly torn his own life apart. That he'd needed more help than he let on. He'd turned to alcohol when he had his options but he didn't want them. He wanted to chase them away. Ignore them. He'd been drowning. Suffocating under negative, swarming emotions.

Even now, as an adult he found moments where it was hard to regulate his emotions. To pull them apart to understand as he kept himself in line despite the overwhelming energy. To be the flamboyant, loud Present Mic in order to let out those overwhelming emotions of his. The energy that would twist into him feeding into them which allowed him to boost that persona. To give what was expected of the Voice Hero Present Mic. However, it could leave anyone drained. Left him drained at the end of the day.

At home allowed him to be as loud as he wanted with Eri. With Hitoshi and their rather odd conversations together that had Shouta watching with rapt fascination. Emotions were messy. Pesky things but he handled them one at a time when he could. And he knew he could handle them. That he could control them but there were times when it was impossible. Hard. Which is when Shouta would step in. Whether that was to talk to him at home about it or to drag him into an empty room in the school building.

Attempting to calm him. To give him a moment to vent to him quietly. More often did he get pulled into the bathroom where fingers would brush over his cheeks as palms cupped his face. Dropping to hold onto his hands that he would all too happily clutch onto. It was all welcomed when his husband took up his old role to help him. For the both of them to work through feelings that became tangled over one another. Muddled together unintelligibly in his chest leaving him tense. On the edge of a burn out.

Dancing in a dangerous wobble on that sword's edge. And he did the same thing for his husband. He returned that understanding, that help, whenever he could, for his husband was complex. He didn't like confronting his emotions. He favored napping them away or throwing himself into another task to forget the old emotions for new ones. It was easy to see when his husband was teetering on that same sword edge silently. Growing increasingly frustrated with himself until he was reaching out to his husband.

Helping him work through it with the coping mechanisms that were shared between them. No matter what it was. Whether it was letting Shouta curl up in his lap with a blanket wrapped around his legs and his head on his shoulder. When he'd sit down by his husband's knees to let fingers comb through and braid his hair over and over. Weaving then pulling them apart. Merely letting his husband hug onto him with his cheek to his back. Whatever he could do verbally or nonverbally to help Shouta he did.

Hardly did his husband need cues to calm himself or ground himself but he was more than happy to give others. Subtle supports that had tense shoulders relaxing when noticed. There was nothing he wouldn't do to get the black-haired man through those muddled emotions. Knew that sentiment was shared by his husband. It was something he worked on expressing to Eri who seemed all too receptive to pick up on the coping mechanisms given to her outside of therapy. All were approved by her therapist.

Even Shouta was trying to answer their son's questions on handling situations with Denki that mirrored situations of their own in the past. Trying to give Hitoshi suggestions that would help with the blonde teenager. And he wasn't hesitant to give the same when Hitoshi inevitably came to him about it as well. While he could say he should have control over his emotions and be mature he saw nothing wrong with it. With taking and accepting help to better himself. To help better those around him in the next generation.

With having his husband help him unravel the muddled emotions one at a time. And with the course of his emotions lately, he was riding on that overwhelming high of absolute delight. Over the moon with his joy when he found himself marveling over the events of the previous night. There was an electricity to his skin that seemed to be shared with his husband who was just as bright eyed. It had been unfairly thrilling when he'd finally crossed that hesitant line. It was all too easy to give in to the idea of sex last night.

To take the chance when it was presented after his husband had climbed into his lap. Asked him to come to bed where he had to admit he had the time of his life. Even Shouta shared that sentiment quietly with him when they'd curled together after that late hour. Reaffirmed silently when he'd woken to fingers skimming over his cheek gently that morning. The adoration he found in dark eyes once he opened his own eyes. The absolute gush of emotion to his chest at the sight had him aching under that wave.

He had happily leaned in to cover pink cheeks in pecking kisses that had arms curling tightly around him. Fingers combing through his hair gently. Tugging then working out snags and knots that had formed over night as he tried to return the favor. Combing through that rat's nest of his husband's dark hair before giving up when he got a few winces. However, it didn't stop Shouta from leaning in to press kisses to his cheeks. From the twist of Shouta curling into him as he slid his hands over his back.

His waist. Reveling in the brush of his skin against his that he had just known made that quiet whispering with each fidget. Each squirming movement they made in response to wandering hands giving those slow caress. Tugging at Shouta to bring him impossibly closer in that tight press. Melting as that warmth soaked into him radiating beneath the blanket. Then he'd felt Shouta pushing at him until he'd rolled over. An hour lost with the comforting weight of Shouta stretched over on top of him with hands resting on his chest.

His arms curled tightly around his waist while he slid his hands over his lower back. Kisses pressed to his cheeks until they were burning with a rush of heat that he knew had been identical to his husband's. It was by far his favorite morning. A beautiful morning to add to others he kept near his heart. It wasn't until Shouta was pulling away while explaining through sign that Eri had come knocking on the door that they'd pulled apart. God knows he fucking loves those lazy Sunday mornings when he could get them.

Once he'd had the time to truly perk up with a shared cup of coffee with his husband he noticed it. That electric feeling begin to thrum under his skin. The overwhelming squeeze of affection when Shouta sat up on the counter with Eri next to him with her chirping questions. Talking quietly to the both of them about her dream the previous night along with her plans for the day that they had arranged for her. While he'd heard it was odd to let Eri be out of the house so often, he liked letting her out to do safely spend with others.

Liked letting her grow independent to see the people she wanted to see and do what she wanted with that supervision. To come home in the afternoon to spend the rest of her day with them. It was building her independence and allowing her to come out of her shell slowly but confidently. Sundays were always quiet. Calming. The one day of the week he could sit with a coffee in hand with his husband and it really did go quietly for the first half of their morning. Eri contented herself to sitting in the living room after breakfast.

Dressed in her outfit for the day as he scraped her hair back into a ponytail. All while her eyes locked onto the TV as he gently pulled her hair back while Hitoshi and Shouta cleaned up in the kitchen. It was heartwarming the way his daughter had leaned her head against his knee after he'd finished with her hair. Arms wrapped loosely around his shin with fingers gripping fistfuls of leggings as she kept her eyes on the TV. Leaning against him while Hitoshi began to get ready to leave for their plans for the afternoon.

Eri had by then climbed into Shouta's lap once he'd joined the two of them. Slumped with her back against his chest, Eri had seemed more than content with twisting a lock of his hair around her fingers as Shouta fussed with her ponytail. Loosening the scrunchy the best he could when Eri began to braid the lock of blonde hair she held in her hands. It warmed his heart in a surge as he felt Shouta leaning into his side with the light thuds of feet on the floor above as Hitoshi walked about. A quiet, warm comfort.

It was only when lunch rolled around that they'd broken from Eri's morning cartoons to get her ready. Pulling her bento from the fridge when she'd gotten her juice box. It was always heartachingly sweet to have Eri return those pecking kisses and nuzzles before taking Hitoshi's gloved hand in hers. When she was rushing after him with her coat rustling before making their way down the front walkway. After Eri and Hitoshi had left, he hadn't been the slightest bit surprised to turn to find Shouta shrugging his coat on.

All with the insistence on salting and scraping over the driveway were more than enough for him to let the black-haired man go out. He, on the other hand, contented himself to cleaning the house. Sweeping and mopping floors while filling the sink with that Pine-Sol and hot water to scrub at the counter. Dusting at ceiling fans and corners before polishing furniture off then settling in to vacuuming carpeted floors. Nitpicking at the comforter in Eri's room to make her bed neat once again before navigating back downstairs.

Once he'd drained the sink and pulled his gloves off, he was happily turning his sights onto throwing their bed together. Trying work out that insistent, irritating thrumming under his skin. Impatient. Driving him insane when he tried to turn his focus onto their cats. In grooming Void like he'd sworn he would last night until he was throwing away balls of excess hair from the black cat. Topping up water bowls as the cats were given their lunch. After which, he proceeded to groom the remaining five cats.

Moved on to clipping nails and checking ears for dirt or a cleaning before he was finding his list of tasks done within the hour. An hour lost in his manic cleaning and nitpicking of the cleanliness of their home. Fixing the throw pillows on their bed before rushing out of the bedroom into the kitchen. Glancing over at the window to the before rushing out of the kitchen down the hallway. Pausing in the living room where he weaved on his feet indecisively in the living room with the TV murmuring when his gaze flicked to the window.

To the sight of Shouta's back as he scraped at the layer of snow that had come in overnight. Watching silver clouds forming in the air with Shouta's labored breathing had his lips pinched together. Watching black locks fluttering wildly against his scarf with the snapping breeze tearing at his pants and scarf. His hair. Watching his husband shudder, he'd spun on his feet to get the coffee pot on to heat up the half a pot there. Rushing to the thermostat to make sure it was up to that toasty temperature of seventy-two.

Making his way back to the living room. His socked feet were loud on the floor only to find Shouta finishing up his scraping over the end of the driveway. He swore he could hear the screech of plastic on the asphalt of their driveway before clanging off of it as Shouta knocked the snow off of it. He knew that the black-haired man would deem it a waste of water and money but he would need warming up. Whether it was in the form of merely standing under the showerhead to dethaw with the hot water or a bath.

He wanted to do something. Anything to make coming back inside better than his husband rotating slowly in front of the heater before sticking his feet beneath it. His hands fanned on the top. It took his husband an extra twenty minutes from two-thirty for his husband to begin shuffling up their driveway. Up the walkway where he'd happily thrown open the door to welcome the red cheeked man in as he helped strip off the layers. Shoved his boots under the heater before tugging his husband to the bedroom.

Surprise the lack of effort as he managed to coax Shouta into their bathroom. Turning the shower on before turning to help strip the sodden clothing off with little prompting on his part. Soft kisses to frozen cheeks had his shuddering his husband relaxing as he swayed on his feet. Tipping his freezing face forward into his palms with a gentle nuzzle being given as he had smiled. From there Shouta had disappeared into the bathroom with the door cracked behind him. To keep it from being too humid.

Laying out on the bed, he lifted his hands up to coax his hair from beneath him up over the blanket. Out of the way as he shifted on the mattress listening to the quiet rattle of their screen with each snapping breeze. The pop of the heater he caught faintly in random intervals. The sound of the shower running behind the cracked door of the bathroom accompanied by the sloshing of water. Shuffling steps that had his heart jumping in his chest with the hope the water would turn off any second. Any minute.

Rolling his head over the bed, there was a chirrup from beside him followed by the impact of Sterling jumping onto his stomach. A wheeze left him as paws dug into him when the small cat began to spin idly over his stomach. Pausing to knead at his stomach leaving him grateful he'd had the hindsight to cut them earlier when he felt the blunt edges of her nails. Flopping down onto his stomach, he reached a hand up to slide his hand over her gray fur. Scratching gently at her side had purrs bursting out of the cat.

Vibrating her little body. It had him chuckling softly as he felt the cat stretching over him with back paws resting lightly on his chest. There was another shuffle of water from the bathroom as the pooling liquid on the shower floor was kicked at. He could catch the faintest trace of a low humming coming intermittently from the bathroom. Ringing out inconsistently with its tiny quality. Growing louder with the din off the walls amplifying it only to be hidden under the sound of the water drumming against shower walls.

Hiding the sound of it again before he could catch another to decipher the song. If it was something they'd been listening to earlier or a song he made up on his own. It had his stomach fluttering excitedly when he slid his hand over the gray cat again. He could listen to Shouta sing for hours. Hum for hours. Even if it became flat and wavered when he was aware he was being listened too. Shouta had always been embarrassed over his singing but he loves the sound of it. Loves when his husband was content to sing.

That deep voice of his cresting up in his humming or the softer songs he'd croon under his breath were always sweet. He loved best to sing with Shouta, yet the black-haired man hardly kept up with it. Always trailing off after the first verse of a song with a waver to his voice. Followed by him turning his head away with the insistence he didn't know the rest. It was an adorable quirk of his husband's. No matter how many times he expressed he absolutely adored his husband's singing voice, Shouta remained shy about it.

It made moments like this all the better. To catch that humming bouncing off of the bathroom walls allowing him to get bursts of that sound. His rocking feet had Sterling grumbling at him lightly through her purrs as he scratched gently at her head. That electric thrumming under his skin was twisting to a crescendo. Trying to rake beneath the surface of it with the intent of leaving him tingling in its wake. His stomach fluttered before dropping viciously. Leaving him sick from the airy drop prompting him to shut his eyes.

Taking a slow breath in then out. It was hard to lay there when he wanted to twist and squirm against the blanket. Wanted to flip and roll himself until he could hopefully find a comfortable position to be in before his husband came out. While Shouta hadn't ruled it out nor denied it. If anything, the black-haired man had joked with him that moment about having time alone. Alluding to something sexual happening yet he playfully refused to give him an answer. Refused to give him anything to tell him.

He couldn't wonder if those playful words his husband signed at him meant anything. Had any rationality to them. It had his heart skipping at the thought. Sprinting sickeningly against his chest when Shouta was shuffling close to him throughout the morning. Sticking his foot lightly out to kick his thigh when he breezed past. When his knee had nudged lightly before pressing to his beneath the table. All small things he could easily, effortlessly write off as casual touches. And knowing his husband, they were.

After all, who would start something so early on a Sunday morning? However, there had always been something there. Something that made those dark e yes glitter at him when he would catch his husband's gaze. Something to those sly little smirks when he tried questioning his husband in sign when they had a mere second out of sight. Always getting playful and coy answers in reply. Nods or head shakes. Each silent answer merely wound that key in his back tighter. Made the emotions squirming in his chest become muddled.

Unintelligible as he tried to figure out which came from what until a powerful wave of excitement ripped it all apart. Had his husband merely been playing? Had he been insinuating they'd be something good for Valentine's Day rather than today? It did fall on Wednesday so surely it couldn't mean that, could it? Shouta had seemed all to delight in keeping his mouth shut. Wicked. In teasing him with his playful words until whining. And yet he could see that joy radiating off of his husband since he woke that morning.

He could see it in the pink spots of color that would bloom over his cheek when he'd brush his fingers over it lightly. The warmth he caught there paired with those soft, crooked smiles of his that always acted as a shot of warmth through him. Shouta was just as happy. Just as overjoyed. That much had been apparent that morning when he'd opened his eyes. All from one night of sex. All from the fact that they had tried. That he'd promised to try at the beginning of last week and he'd come through on it.

He'd been able to have that connection he wanted. He'd been able to experience everything he'd been missing. Everything he wanted. Needed. And he was able to give that to Shouta. For he knew his husband wanted and needed it just as fervently. Wanted him that much. However, Shouta had seemed all too resolved that morning when he had sternly told him that they needed to pace themselves. No ifs, ands, or buts would change that he didn't want to risk him being in pain. Uncomfortable to any degree.

And he could agree all too readily with his husband with a nod as he'd brushed his teeth. Shouta had, however, said that this weekend could be the exception if he was okay. If there wasn't any pain, swelling, or irritation to his piercings the way he feared there'd be. It was honestly giggle worthy thinking of setting up a sex schedule with his husband but the determination spoke volumes. That headfast, resolute look when he'd been getting dressed. He didn't care if this weekend was the only time.

He was more than content. Happy he got to have penetrative sex with his husband. He got to be inside Shouta even if it was only once. That more than enough. So, he truly didn't mind it whatsoever if they had to remain vigilant and strict over self-control by keeping it down to once every couple of days. That slowly they'd work up to the active levels their sex life had been at before which he was all too happy to agree with. To feel out the waters was more than fine with him for the foreseeable future.

All that mattered was he could touch him. He could lay with Shouta and give that pleasure that the black-haired man had been trying so hard to give him back since last Thursday. All of it coming together to feed into a cloud of euphoria each time they came together. A good mood that seemed to climb steadily each time as his husband's pride ripped to the surface. That delight he found when his husband was reaching for him. Fingers brushing over his hips and waist before curling into him with that tight press.

Reaching for him whether it was for that physical affection or to touch him. To get that moment of pleasure together. However, it was the blatant wording of their morning conversation before rushing out to get breakfast done that had him excited. Absolutely thrilled at the thought that at some point they'd have that moment to indulge again. When he'd tried asking his husband on it, he had found that Shouta had been all too playful in avoiding that topic. In teasing him whether blatantly or subtly.

The playfulness often hidden under the bland tone of his as he refused to give a proper answer. Refusing to comment on when or if that window of opportunity was there. Always with a sparkle to that dark gaze when he was told to "wait and see" when he tried to coax an answer out of the black-haired man. For on Sunday nights they tried to avoid sex before the work the next day. Tried to keep their hands off of one another to fight that temptation. And yet there had been quite a few nights before work it was impossible.

The energy thrummed between the both of them. A restlessness that had hands reaching despite the best efforts to stay away from the temptation. Something that often was answered when his husband was readily agreeing on it. But today Shouta hadn't given him that answer. He'd instead gone about their morning giving Eri her attention she wanted from him while he made breakfast. In going about their routine they way they always did without missing a beat. And it was maddening. Infuriating.

Irritating.

Exhilarating.

He knew he only needed to open his mouth to ask point blank with that bluntness his husband always used. All he had to do was lay it out and ask for it if it was a possibility. Lay bare what he wanted and what he wanted to give to Shouta. That it was simple as using his words but fuck him if it wasn't exiting to have that unspoken thrum between them all day long. An electricity that sparked with the threat of tearing him apart from the inside out. Had his fingers itching to reach out just to touch the back of his husband's hand.

A temptation made worse when those cheeks cheeks would grow pinker under Eri's questioning when she caught the faint color. Causing it to deepen which fed that itching temptation. The desire to touch Shouta's flushed cheeks. To touch him to make the blush smothering his cheeks deepen into that brilliant red he adored. Such a temptation it was. Watching those dark eyes narrow at him before the conversation was shut down was far too tempting to stop. Tempting to push forward until Shouta was flustered.

Stumbling over his words. It was always tempting when the black-haired man already seemed ready to shut down their daughter's curious questions. And yet he had held his tongue earlier. A squirm on his stomach had him blinking out of his thoughts when he felt a small head pushing into his hand. He wiggled his feet against the blanket restlessly when he caught another louder burst of his husband's humming. It had his stomach fluttering at the sound as he turned his head to look in the direction of that cracked door.

There was another slosh of water. Or was that a splatter? He had not a clue but the sound of water cutting off was startling. The lack of water drumming against the shower tiles and the weak steam he could see slipping between the crack of the door. Something that promised a cloud when his husband stepped out of the bathroom. The shriek of metal rings over the bar was loud followed by another slosh when he swallowed to soothe that tight coil of excitement. He could hear the wet slap of feet over the tiled floor.

It was then followed by his husband opening the cabinet under the sink. No doubt going for the hair dryer to get his hair at least somewhat dry rather than letting it air dry like he always did. It had him shifting when Sterling rolled on his stomach with feet digging into him tearing a grunt free when she leaned her weight on her front paws. Clenching his jaw, she used his stomach to launch off to streak off to the end of the bed with a thud as she flew off. Sighing out, he shifted his positioning down lower.

Allowing his legs to dangle off the edge of the bed slightly. To sit up quickly when his husband came out. The sound of the hair drying starting up was deafening when he shifted again. A rustle of his hair over the blanket ringing out when he licked his lips to wet them before dragging his teeth over it. Wondering if perhaps the choice he had in mind would work out for them in the long run. It wasn't hard to take a moment while he'd been making their bed to look absent mindedly at the list. To make a decision.

After all, how hard could a scenario of clothed man and naked man be? It was simplistic. He couldn't deny it was a quiet motivator to getting a hot shower or bath on for his husband but not the main one. If anything, he knew he'd be in the same position as Shouta tomorrow if they got any more snow. God, he couldn't wait for winter to be over. Swinging his feet lightly, he bit down lightly on his lip when he rolled his head over the blanket with a rustle. Would Shouta want this? Would he be in the mood for it?

To humor it? To hear him? After all, he had spent a little over an hour outside shoveling snow. Salting the walkway and driveway for them. He wouldn't blame his husband one bit if the idea of sex wasn't appealing after doing something laborious as shoveling. While they'd had sex before after shoveling, he knew that Shouta could be more tired than he'd let on. What if he changed his mind? If he wanted to implement that strict schedule now? It wouldn't be the end of the world if his husband wanted to do that.

There was something about that constant check in after sex last night that had him warm to the core. The concern when Shouta had been looking over his piercings as he washed them in the shower. It wasn't hard to tell that Shouta wanted to keep from causing him pain. He'd known it even when his husband had been begging for him. Pleading for it. He appreciated that concern, but he wanted this. Wanted Shouta. It was far from that frantic energy from last night to get that desperation to get the heat out of his system.

Far from a need so acute he felt half out of his mind. Crazy for it to be out of him. Today, he wanted to take that time to watch what he might have missed last night. To appreciate everything more when that lustful desperation wasn't clouding his mind. Left him lost that fog. When he wasn't eager to get them both there as he lost himself in the sensitivity of it all. He wanted to watch his husband squirm, twist, and writhe against him. The way those brows squeezed together as that blushed smothered itself over his cheeks.

Burning in the tips of his ears and how it spread down to his collar bones beautifully. The roll of his hips when he moved in time with him as thighs flexed to move. Full lips that always parted whether to take those rasping pants or to welcome a kiss. To admire that smolder to his dark eyes when nails were biting into his skin. Twisting into his hair. The way his back arched up from the bed and his head pressed back into it. Showing off the sharp cut of his jaw. The curve to his Adam's Apple. Flushed skin that begged for kisses.

Had him itching to touch as Shout squirmed. He wanted to see all of it again. Sex was no good to him if it was a fast, hot quickie where he didn't show his appreciation. Sex was mutual. It meant nothing if he didn't give Shouta what he wanted. If he didn't take the time to love his partner properly. It wasn't something he could demand and expect without a word from his husband. It wasn't something he would pester and whine for until he got it. It was a mutual decision. It was about respect during it.

A give and take that had been pressed upon him by his mothers' once he'd been sat down for that sex talk. Sex was meant to be something he could share with his husband. Something that felt good. It wasn't to feel bad or painful for what would be the point of it? To take without giving back? He wanted to avoid taking everything he could from Shouta. Didn't want to humor so much as a thought about it. Not when he was much happier with giving back to Shouta what he had been given to create that mutual pleasure.

While he didn't blame himself, he hadn't been the biggest fan of those wild, frantic thoughts of selfishness last night. Greedy. He'd been lost in that exhilaration. That idea he could do this again but he knew he'd have felt far more horrible this morning if he'd tried suggesting another round. He couldn't take advantage of that eagerness. If anything, it would make this time far better than last night. Meaningful when he'd be able to watch Shouta moving in the brilliant lighting of the sun reflecting off of the snow.

There was nothing he loved more than how absolutely brilliant it was. Allowing him to marvel over his husband in a white light that brought such crystal clarity to him. It was exciting. Absolutely stunning see pale husband in that type of lighting that highlighted. Made him glow. Shifting in a squirm, the sound of the hair dryer cut off leaving him to roll his head over the blanket. Looking towards the cracked bathroom door as his feet swung in a kick. Holding his breath, he could hear the light clattering from the bathroom.

Caught a thud of the drawer being shut. There was a light slap of feet moving over the floor that was quickly followed by the door swinging open. Much like he'd expected the steam from the heat quickly rushed out into the room in a cloud. The hinges on the door squeaking lightly as Shouta stepped out. He slid his arms over the blanket to brace himself up on his elbows in a half sitting position. God, he may be cliché but it was always a treat to watch his husband step out of the bathroom after a shower.

To admire the wild damp locks that had been ruffled with fingers while he'd been drying his hair with the blow-dryer. The flush to that pale skin from the boiling heat of the shower that Shouta always enjoyed. The soft flush of red over his shoulders, his forearms, and chest grabbing his attention. He knew if he looked down that his husband's feet had to be no better after shuffling in that boiling hot water. However, the black-haired man never minded it. He never understood how Shouta liked his boiling showers.

Liked scalding his skin like that but his husband always shrugged it off with a roll of his shoulders. Insisting he saw nothing wrong with it which there truly wasn't but it never failed to get him worried about the impacts of that heat. But that was a battle long since lost between them. One he didn't bother bringing up for if his husband liked his scalding, boiling showers then who was he to force him to change? He blinked at the sight of a droplet streaking over flushed skin. A few clinging to the ends of his hair that dripped off.

Streaking down his upper arm while the other curved over his shoulder to make its way down his husband's chest. Sliding down only to be absorbed by the makeshift waistline of the towel wrapped around his husband's hips. He even caught one streaking over his husband's calf to the floor. It was always riveting to watch those stray droplets streaking over wet skin. The way there always seemed to be a few clinging to the ends of his hair just like right now. Watching as they dripped onto the flushed skin.

It had him fascinated. Mesmerized by the sight when he let his eyes drop down to catch a small bead of water slithering over his side. Towards the curve of his waist where it was also absorbed by the towel. Nemuri had always joked he was a bisexual disaster. That he'd ogle the first man he came across half naked while always darting her eyes towards Shouta when he'd glare at her comment. He let his gaze flick over his husband's chest down to his stomach that was softening. Nowhere near as toned but it wasn't horribly noticeable.

Shouta was still very much muscular but he was softening. He had put on a bit of weight that emphasized that softening ever so slightly. It wasn't a very noticeable change through clothing but in moments like these he saw it much to his delight. A "Dad-bod" as he'd heard teenagers whisper behind hands. Giggling over much like older women referring to Fat Gum. And God knows it had his heart skipping with that adoration at the thought that Shouta would possibly have a body just like that eventually.

The thought that he'd get to see yet another change? Another milestone emphasizing the years spent together? It had him absolutely overjoyed to see those subtle changes in the moment turn into bigger ones years from now. Letting his gaze wander down, he noticed the smallest slip of that towel. The sight of that dark dusting of a happy trail below his navel that he followed down showed that new lowered set of that towel on his husband's hips. Showing the barest edge of them with the hint of the last letter of his tattoo.

Low enough to let him gawk over the way that happy trail began to thicken ever so slightly before disappearing beneath the makeshift waistline. Right where it would thicken into the wild black curls. Lifting his gaze up, he felt his lips twitch at the sight of that wide smirk curled over his husband's lips. Brows raised up then at him as he caught that playful sparkle to his dark eyes when he had the delight of watching him cock out a hip. The spots of color blooming over those cheeks that had his own smirk curling over his lips.

He could be a damn bisexual disaster all he wanted to Nemuri. Bisexual or not, Shouta would have his full attention. However, at the end of the day, he knew sexuality played no role in it. Platonic or romantic, his eyes had always been drawn to Shouta instinctively. He'd always marvel over his husband without hesitation. And the sight of those pink cheeks? That cocked hip and the wicked smirk curling over his husband's full lips? God, it was a fucking sight that he wanted nothing more than to imprint in his mind.

"Do you have a staring problem or something, Zashi?" The corners of his mouth twitched at that playful tone when Shouta shifted before walking forward towards their dresser. Damp locks bounced lightly to brush against the flushed skin of his shoulders and cheeks lightly as he pushed himself into an upright position. "You like what you see that much? Shouldn't it be old to you by now?"

"I fucking love what I see, baby, and I always will, you know that! However, I do think the confidence on you is pretty fucking sexy, baby!" Oh, that got him a flash of that manic, Totoro-esque smirk thrown over his husband's shoulder at him. It had his heart skipping wildly as he leaned back on his hands to watch Shouta tug open his pajama drawer to pull out his pair of pink sweats and a long-sleeved pajama shirt. "How was your shower? You all warmed up now, baby? Feel better?"

"Mmmm you could say I'm pretty warm." The drawer snapped shut gently when Shouta turned on his feet with his clothes held in his hand. There was a glint to that gaze as eyes flicked over him restlessly before locking onto his again. "I could go for a nap. But I have a few more things this afternoon I want to get a couple things done. Emails. A head start on grading which you should also get started on. But there's something I want to clear the air and talk to you about, Zashi."

"Oh? What about? Something on your mind that you've been playing with for a while? Or something new?" Shifting his position, the blanket rustled lightly beneath him when dark eyes tore away from him again. It wasn't uncommon for Shouta to have something on his mind that had been there for some time. His husband wasn't the best at expressing thoughts he had in the moment but rather stored them away. Made mental notes to bring it up later once the moment that triggered them was over.

There it was again. That brief look of hesitation that ruined the playful sparkle that had been in those dark eyes. However, there was a determined expression pinching at that pink face when Shouta's gaze rose once again with a rock back on his heels. Leaning against the dresser, his husband pinched his lips together slightly before he cleared his throat. "I bulldozed over you this morning, didn't I? I didn't give you a chance to have a say over the sex schedule thing. I don't this it's wrong to have one, but I didn't let you talk."

"Shouta, you didn't bulldoze over anything, you know that! Why would I agree with what you said if I didn't think it was smart or practical?" Lips pinched together again. He knew Shouta didn't like to seem like an authoritarian. He didn't like to take his choice from him and vice versa. "Baby, I don't think it's a bad idea! I want to love you and I want to start up our sex life again, but the schedule is smart! I'd get carried away, you know that! It's practical to have guidelines and a plan in place, yeah?"

"I know. But I've just been thinking about it and while it seems like it works, I don't want you to be angry later on. Frustrated with me. I don't want you to think I'm putting a cap on sex as a whole or that I'm not happy with it." What? Where was it coming from? This worry? This sudden anxiety in his husband when he'd been playful all day? Had it swooped in seconds ago? Or had it been festering since this morning? Dark eyes flicked up to him again. "Because I want this. I really do, and I don't want to let you think that I don't-"

"Want me?" There was an uncertain weave to Shouta when hands clutched at the clothing he held. He swore that towel was slipping ever so slightly to reveal the skin inch by inch no matter how small. Tantalizing. Teasing. It had his heart skipping when he swallowed with a deep breath. Letting it out, he watched Shouta's arms cross loosely over his chest. "I understand that perfectly, baby, but just know that I want this too. The schedule is perfectly fine, but I want you again, you know? I've been thinking about this too."

"How are you feeling then? Do you have any pain? Discomfort? Any swelling? If we do what I know we will, I want to know if you're okay. I refuse to ignore your comfort, Zashi, just for the sake of having sex again." It was sweet. Said in a mumble with that firm insistence, he found his smirk softening as he lifted a hand up. Curling his fingers to beckon the black-haired man to come closer. Shouta hesitated before moving away from the dresser towards the bed. "I want it too, trust me, I do. I want you so fucking bad but-"

"Sex isn't good if one of us is in pain, anxious or scared. That's not sex if it feels wrong." He felt the bed wobble as Shouta abandoned his stack of clothing at the foot of the bed to turn that corner. His knee brushed the bed with a wobble but all that mattered was he was coming closer. He sat up with his legs planting apart as Shouta made his way between them. "Sex isn't worth it if you don't feel good with me. But I can promise you I'm perfectly fine! A bit tender but I'm good! I need you, Shouta. Want you bad."

He watched a shiver roll over his husband as he brushed his hands along his waist above that slowly slipping towel. Just a little more, more, more. It didn't have to fall off all the way but just an inch more. He pressed his cheek to his husband's stomach when he curled his arms around his waist. Soaking up the heat radiating off of his skin from that hot shower as he tipped his head back. Catching that smoldering flash in his gaze when fingers trailed over his hair. "I want you too, Zashi. Need you just as much."

"Then one more time, yeah? One more before we resort to the schedule?" It had his stomach fluttering at the nod he got from his husband when fingers threaded through his hair before twisting into it. Tilting his head back as he kept his cheek pressed against the warmth of his stomach. Tightening his arms around his waist, he slid his hands along his lower back. "You wanna ride me, baby? Would that make it easier? If it also makes it better, I'll tell you if it hurts at all, okay? You can set and control the pace of it."

"You always let me set the pace, Zashi." That manic smirk softened much like his own when nails scratched at his scalp. It had his breath catching in a hitch when fingers tugged sharply at his hair to which he happily tightened his arms around his husband. Sliding his hands up his husband's back had him fidgeting from foot to foot as he was pulled away from his stomach. "Promise then? You promise you'll tell me? I don't want you hurting, Zashi. I want you to feel good with me."

"And I will! I promise, sweet thing, I'll tell you. I want to feel good with you and if I stop then I'll say so. If you can tell me during our scenes if something feels wrong then I can do the same for you, baby." Dragging his nails lightly down Shouta's back earned him a hitching breath as he shifted backwards slightly. Sliding his arms from around his waist, he shifted himself backwards towards the center of the bed. "Tell me, do you know what CMNM is, Sho?"

Brows raised at him when dark eyes flicked over him as he shifted backwards to reach for the bedside table's drawer where he stretched his arms out awkwardly to dig into it. Finding the lube relatively quickly, he tossed it on the bed when he dipped his hands back in to feel out the corners and edge of the condom box. He felt the bed, however, wobble lightly before it dipped. "It's not an unfamiliar term. Or acronym I should say, right? It's clothed man and naked man, isn't it?"

"Yeah!" Hitting his fingers off the sides of the drawer, he felt the sharp jab of a corner. Stretching up, his feet slid over the bed with a grunt. Grabbing at the box, he turned to find Shouta pulling himself onto the bed between his feet. Crawling forward had his stomach dropping. God, he was fucking pretty. It had his stomach drop airily as heat flickered beneath his skin. Sinking low along his bones in the start of that smolder. Molten. "Are you- I mean, are you okay with that? The idea of it?"

"I'm more than okay with that, Zashi." The bed dipped as hands planted onto the mattress on either side of him as a breath hitched in the back of his throat. So close, close, close. Shouta was wasting no time in leaning forward towards him. Killing that gap quickly as he felt the warmth from his shower radiating off him. Flushed. It had his heart jumping in his chest as it settled into a sprint at the proximity. "I'll take care of everything this time, okay?"

He felt that excitement threatening to rip him apart. That smoldering heat flickered beneath the surface of his skin. A warning he'd burst into flames. A heat that would eat him alive before he even knew it. And God help him if that look in those dark eyes didn't promise it. So close he swore he could see pupils expanding. Bottomless. His gaze flicked down instinctively when full lips parted with a trembling breath rushing over his own. Had his own buzzing with that weak twist of longing. "Kiss me, Sho."

Closer, closer, closer. Another of those fast, trembling breaths rushed over his buzzing lips prompting them to part. He could melt right now. The warmth clinging onto his husband from his hot shower had goosebumps rising beneath his sweater as he felt the light touch of Shouta's top lip to his own. A quiet tease that had him leaning forward to kiss that tiny inch between them. Pressing his lips to those full ones with a sigh rushing over his cheek when he felt them slide against his to deliver that first kiss.

Something that he was more than happy to return. So warm against his. Soft. The quiet sound of lips moving together was painfully loud in the silence as he let out a sigh of his own. God, he loved how plush those lips felt against his. Melting to shape and mold against his with each slide to fit comfortably. Filling those gaps that his own lips failed to do as they shaped and curved to move with those full ones. It had him shivering with each of those slow slides that he was more than happy to give back.

The warmth of breaths fanning over his cheek had his stomach fluttering with the sharp stab of excitement. The twisting of that eagerness that was threatening to rip to the surface with that excitement. Threatening to leave him a shaking mess under their overwhelming presence in his chest and God knows he wanted to avoid it. To keep from letting his control slip before they could start. Like he'd let them rule his actions last night. It was better to have a sense of control. A timeline to follow until they could do as they pleased.

It was important going forward but fuck if he didn't want to cheer. To shout and howl over that excitement. It had his heart sprinting wildly against his chest when Shouta shuffled forward to press against him lightly prompting his legs to spread out. Giving Shouta that room to comfortably fit himself between them. His stomach dropped airily when he took a breath only for it to hitch. Shudder out of him on a sharp exhale when he felt the bed dipping to his right when Shouta lifted an arm up to curl around his shoulders.

Holding onto him with fingers coming up to thread into his hair again. Nails scratching gently at his scalp sending tingles down his back. Shouta let out a soft hum that did little to stop that sharp stab of excitement from repeating. Leaning his weight onto his right hand, bringing his left hand up towards his husband's waist. Resting just above that slipping towel. It had a trembling exhale rushing over his cheek when he slid his hand along the curve of his waist. Soaking up the warmth radiating off of his husband.

Admiring how soft he felt from that shower. Hot. It had his own breaths trembling out of him in a rush when Shouta shifted slightly on his knees as hands pressed firmly to the bed. Dipping into the mattress with a quiet rustle of fingers no doubt plucking at the fabric of the blanket. Twisting into it. The quiet whisper of moving lips was broken up by that light, intermittent smack when a shiver ran over his husband as he kneaded at his waist. Moving his thumb to roll circles into the warmth of his skin.

The new hum it got him from his husband cracked lightly. Grazing nails over his skin before he slid his hand along the curve of his waist to his lower back. It was thrilling. Exhilarating when he slid his hand up the center of his husband's back along his spine. Using that light grazing of his nails over the warm skin, earning himself an arch forward that had Shouta's chest pressing tightly to his. A sharp inhale that rushed out of his cheek when the arm curled around him tightened. The fingers in his hair giving a sharp pull.

Pain tingled over his scalp tearing a low groan out of him at the resulting sparks of heat racing down his back. It had his dick twitching with interest when Shouta gave another pull at his hair. Dragging his nails lightly along his husband's back had the black-haired many squirming against him when he felt his braced hand slipping. A small shift over the blanket but it had his husband shifting forward again as lips slid against his. There was n unmistakable, quiet insistence as Shouta pushed at him gently.

A subtle push coaxing him backwards when his hand slid against the blanket again. He'd have to a true, complete idiot not to know what Shouta wanted. He shifted backwards slowly in time with that light push with Shouta shuffling forward with him. Dropping backwards, the bed bounced lightly beneath him when Shouta leaned over him with lips pressed firmly to his. With the new position, he happily brought his right hand up to join the left. Then he swept them up his husband's back prompting him to arch.

The black-haired man shuddered above him when he lightly grazed his nails over him as he slid his hands back down. Lips slid with that slow speed against his to feed into the smolder along his bones. To feed into that desire that had his breath catching sharply at the light press of his husband. Shouta was sinking down when the arm wrapped around him and the hand in his hair acted as a support. A pillow that kept him from fully touching the bed. It had him shifting with his socked feet sliding over the blanket.

He hummed up at the black-haired man when a shiver ran over him at the firm press of full lips against his. A sensation that merely reinforced his adoration for that plush feel to them. Plump. So damn soft. Warm. It was addicting to have Shouta's lips on his whether they were soft and warm or cold and chapped. They felt good. Always had him coming back for another kiss that would inevitably lead to more. He dragged his nails against his husband's lower back earning him a whine when he trailed his hands forward along his waist.

Right above the rolled up towel. There was a burst of that excitement when he drifted his hands down to find the edge of hips that were far more exposed. Inches revealed as that towel clung on by pure chance at this point. It had to have slipped on his climb up onto the bed followed by the change in position just now. There was a fidget from his husband when he grazed his fingertips over the sharp edge of his husband's hips. A light, playful caress over them before he grabbed at the makeshift waistband of the towel.

So close to unraveling. So close to hanging open. He was all too delighted in bunching the fabric up into his palm to whip off of Shouta towards the edge of the bed. Where it landed, he didn't care one bit about. He brought his hand back to the warmth of his husband's waist where he trailed his fingers over the dip of those hips. Down over the sides of thighs that trembled as muscles jumped beneath his hands. Twitching as if to spread themselves slightly which pushed at his own to spread. A little more space.

A sharp exhale fanned over his cheek when he curved his hands inwards to caress the soft skin of his inner thighs. Damn near silky . A whine burst out of his husband as he shivered above him with lips pressing down with more strength. Harder. God, he was all too happy to give in to that strength. Listening to the the light smacks growing louder with those slow, hard kisses given to him that became a consistent sound. Sending shots of excitement through him as he shivered at tightening of fingers in his hair.

They jerked then in another pull that had him whining up at his husband. Shivering at the pain bursting over his scalp resulting in a wave of heat down his back. His hips arched up instinctively as he dragged his nails over trembling inner thighs. It had a low, shaking groan leaving the black-haired man as he dug his nails into the soft skin. Giving a hard squeeze to the trembling thighs. Dragging his hands forward to sweep up the sides of them towards his waist. Coaxing his lower half down closer to him.

A shiver racing over his husband as he felt a rustle from a squirm. The mattress shifting lightly beneath him when he fidgeted his positioning when fingers clutched at his hair again. A tight fistful that sent pain burning of his scalp from the consistent pull on his hair. Holding it tightly. Oh, his dick twitched excitedly at the heat it had blazing under his skin at that pull. Letting out a groan, he moved his lips eagerly against Shouta's. Sliding his hands along his skin had his husband arching down against him.

Heat flickering only to rake up beneath the surface of his skin in flashes that left him breathless. A sizzle that seemed intent on boiling him. There was another fidgeting squirm from his husband before he felt a hand pressing to his waist. There was a flick at the hem of his sweater before fingers were slipping beneath it. Tingles raced under his skin to feed into that twisting desire. The ache that was gripping him in a slow, clamping grasp that had his breaths trembling. Arching his hips up, he got a shudder from his husband.

He loved it when those lips crushed themselves to his. Sliding slowly with that passion to rob him of breath. Passion he happily poured into the kiss making it smolder with that sparking heat. Burning with the hunger he could feel itching at him through the heat swelling beneath his skin. Sizzling through his very veins. It had him eager to chase after that pleasure from the night before. The very thing he'd been receiving for half a week now from his husband. He was eager to give back to to the black-haired man squirming over him.

Sliding his hands along Shouta's waist, he curved them backwards to his lower back where he swept them up. Earning himself a twisting arch that pinned him down to the bed sending a bolt of excitement through him. Of absolute delight at the feeling of his husband's weight pressing him down. Sweeping his hands back down, he felt hips arching down against his when he reaffirmed that lift only to feel the light touch of Shouta's to his own. Groaning when he felt a twitch of Shouta's dick against him.

The squirm of those hips when he felt the hand on his side sweeping upwards beneath his sweater. Bunching up as tingles raced under his skin tearing a shaking breath out of him. Taking another far too quickly as Shouta began to slide his hand up and down his side in a caress. A circuit that had him squirming his dick twitched excitedly at the light press of Shouta's squirming hips. The tingles that were racing under his skin down to pool into his stomach. Twisting into that ache that had him groaning out at his husband.

Shuddering when he felt another twitch against him. Shouta was so warm. That dampness to his skin was abating but he felt soft. He knew it would only be a matter of time before his skin dried out but even then, he felt good under his hand. He'd bend over backwards for this man. Give him whatever he wanted to make him happy. After going through so much, doing so much for him, he deserved it. Sliding his hands along Shouta's back earned him a similar caress along his side. It had him squirming against the blankets.

A shrill whine leaving him at that slow circuit made along his side. An echoed whine from his husband rang out when he grazed his nails over his shoulder blades coaxing him to arch again. He shuddered at the twitch of thighs pressing against his own. Knew Shouta wanted to spread them, but he didn't have that flexibility that the black-haired man had. He had some flexibility but nothing to the extent of his husband's. He just never had much interest in pushing it further. On working what he had in terms of his flexibility.

However, his thighs twitched to spread wider with feet sliding over the blanket with a rustle. His hips protested faintly at the wide spread but it was nowhere near pain. Discomfort. He couldn't stop the keening, ringing whimper from flying out of him when Shouta's nails raked down his side. Along his waist. His hips jumped up eagerly earning him a whine from the black-haired man when lips lifted from his with a smack. Racing, shallow breaths hitching as they mingled together before those full lips came down again.

Again, again, again on his in short pecks. Smacks ringing out sharply with each press against his own that he chased after eagerly only to feel a tugging at his hair. The wiggling of that arm under his shoulders moving when Shouta worked his hand from his hair. His arm sliding out from beneath him allowing his shoulders and upper back to press down. Shivers raced over him with those wild tingles when lips came down on his. Giving him another peck before they crawled to the corner of his mouth.

Down towards his jaw where they fluttered softly along it to his chin. Ducking down beneath it, he attacked the exposed skin of his throat with fluttering kisses that had him squirming. Twisting at the tingles racing in a thrum under his warming skin as he tilted his head back to press into the bed. Allowing those full lips to flutter down his throat only to nip at his Adam's Apple. God, he'd let this man toy with him for hours. Let Shouta do as he pleased to his hearts content. Until it was his turn again to do what he could.

His chance for the upper hand on making the black-haired man squirm and twist beneath him. Lips fluttered down to press softly against the edge of a collar bone before he moved down to his chest. Shortening breaths caught as he arched up when he blinked at those soft kisses moving down. Pecking kisses fluttered over his covered chest when he heard the rustling of the blanket. Blinking, he realized rather quickly that Shouta was moving downwards with each fluttering kiss he placed over his chest.

Soft kisses placed down his chest to his stomach that had the muscles quivering viciously under the fabric. Raising his head up earned him the sight of black lashes fluttering as dark eyes locked up onto him. That silent request for him to keep his eyes on him. To watch. And God, he was more than happy to watch as his husband shuffled back as he sank down. Lips fluttered in firmer kisses over his stomach causing muscles to quiver at that ticklish sensation. Lips pressed against his hip lightly when those dark eyes flicked away.

Then his husband's hand stretched up to grab the lube. Taking that moment to pop the cap to the tube before placing it down as lips pressed to his hip again. Moving down with eyes locking up onto him again as he pushed himself up onto an elbow when lips pressed against his groin. It had shivers rolling over him when another kiss was given when he reached down to slide his fingers into the black locks. Scraping them back from that flushed face when lips twitched before quirking up into that wicked smirk.

It had his skin flaming with heat as he tightened his grip on those black locks. His breath caught at the sight of his husband's mouth opening to lap his tongue over him. Another lick being given to which his dick twitched in response to that twist of heat when Shouta lapped at him. Creating a damp patch from those long licks that had him shivering. A whine left him when Shouta closed his mouth to suckle at him with that gentle bit coming down on him. Mouthing at him with that consisting suckling was amazing.

His stomach dropped airily as his breath hissed in at the soft pressure of those teeth coming down him lightly. Tingles raced his skin when Shouta lifted his mouth up to lap his tongue over him again with such enthusiasm it was riveting. Aweing. To watch his husband lapping at him like that? That free right hand sliding up his inner thigh? Dark eyes that burned up at him with each lap that had him shuddering? It had his dick giving a volley of twitches when his husband seemed all to happy in lapping at him.

Shivers raced up his back at the feeling of that wet patch growing wetter. Shouta's mouth covered him to suckle at him again with a change in that strength. Suckling at him firmly as he groaned lowly at his husband when he felt Shouta mouth at him gently. He could feel the licks being given the way he would had it been a nipple. Swirling and lapping at him in time with those firm suckles. His hips arched up in a twitching thrust that had the vibration of a low moan leaving his husband racing over him.

Fingers clutched at the fabric of his leggings tightly with nails biting bluntly through the fabric. A throbbing, blunt pain that had him groaning when his husband sucked at him fervently before lifting his mouth up to lap at him. All too delighted as if the taste of his pants didn't affect a damn thing. Licking, suckling and mouthing at him as if he were merely a piece of candy. Something that he was debating eating whole if he had the chance. It was fucking hot. Damn hot when those dark eyes smoldered up at him with that heat.

The desire he could feel twisting into him viciously. Savagely. It went hand in hand with that blistering lust that was sizzling its way through his veins leaving him hot, hot, hot. Lips then nuzzled against the soaked patch he was leaving behind with the hand on his inner thigh to move. Coming up to flick fingertips over the waistband of his leggings in a playfully move he'd been using countless times on his husband. Pulling it away only to let it flip back into place against his skin as his husband nuzzled at him.

Kissing at him before lifting away to cover his twitching dick again that gentle biting at him. Sucking fervently when he got what he could only describe as a tactical moan from his husband. Vibrations that burst over him to send tingles racing down his back. He swore it triggered that gush of blood that had him hissing in a sharp gasp. He clawed at Shouta's scalp tearing another noise out of him. Vibrating over him when fingers curled over the waistband into his pants and boxers to tug at the fabric insistently.

Lifting his hips up, his breath wheezed out of him while his husband eased his pants and boxers down. A rushing tingle of heat his cheeks with a rare wave of embarrassment at the sight of his twitching, hardening dick. Squirming while Shouta tugged his clothing down comfortably. Dark eyes locked onto him with a fascination that had him swallowing when fingers trailed lightly over him. Lips parting slightly when Shouta gripped at the base with a firm squeeze before sliding upwards. Careful around the studs.

Hesitant with that upward slide. He was then pulled at lightly coaxing him to shuffle down over the blanket while Shouta leaned in. Trembling, short breaths fanning over the skin when that hand came up to wrap around the the upper half. That thumb shifted to roll over the head of his erection in a lazy circle. Pressing down firmly had sparks of arousal clawing through him to join in with the other emotions twisting under his skin. Indistinguishable from one another as they left him flushed. Burning with a feverish heat.

Fingers squeezed at him with a pressure that tore a low moan out of him when that thumb slid against the slit. A firm grind that had his moan cresting up when Shouta pressed down harder against it. Grinding the pad of his thumb into it as it slid up and down sending heat snapping through him. Ripping him apart when his husband swirled his thumb outwards in another of those lazy circles. And then he was leaning in with lips pressing softly to the base. Moving up along the side of his hardening erection in fluttering kisses.

Pecks that had him shuddering as they moved over his piercings lightly. Lashes fluttered with dark eyes lifting up to him as he hardened in his husband's hand that squeezed at him again. It had a throaty moan flying out of him at the pleasure of that pressure given in that squeeze. It was eating him up. Devouring him with the threat of tearing him apart from the inside out. His breaths cresting into shallow pants when that gaze burned into him when lips pressed against below the head in a soft kiss.

And then the hand wrapped around him gave another firm squeeze before letting him go. He watched as Shouta lifted the lube up once more to squirt a dollop onto his fingers with that hand lifting to flick the lube over his thigh where it landed onto the bed lightly. He could hardly care where it landed so long as it was within reaching distance. He couldn't pay attention to it when he was riveted to the sight of Shouta spreading that lube over his fingers. The slick sound carrying effortlessly in the quiet of their room.

Light squelches ringing out as he watched fingers spreading and twisting into his left hand. They shined slickly in the brilliant lighting of the room. It was riveting. Left him in awe once again when his husband gave another of those tight smirks. And he leaned in to open his mouth to give a long lick from the base up to right below the head of his erection. Fuck. Him. A shrill whine broke free from him as he arched his hips up with a press of his feet to the mattress. Watching that smirk widen at him. Manic.

It had heat flickering under his skin with another whine as he tightened his grip on the black locks wrapped around his fingers. There was a fidget from his husband as his right arm was lifted up to curve backwards over his lower back. There was a quiet grunt from his husband as that hand stretched down with a trace of frustration on that flushed face. Dark brows squeezed together with another grunt leaving his husband with another readjustment of his outstretched arm. Stretching backwards awkwardly.

He opened his mouth to offer help when Shouta let out a shuddering breath followed by that slick sound. Rubbing fingers that had a shudder running over his husband when dark eyes lifted up to him. Locking onto him when Shouta dipped his head down in an open mouthed-kiss beneath the head. A soft suction following it with a swirl of that tongue against the spot. It had him groaning at the spark of heat when his husband lifted his mouth from the spot. And much to his delight, he watched Shouta move over him.

Open-mouthed kisses placed along his erection leaving wet spots on the skin to glisten in the brilliant lighting. Soft sucks paired with the swirling of his tongue had his toes curling tightly as that heat twisting into him. Under his skin leaving him breathless when Shouta gave pecking kisses to the glistening skin before moving on. Shifting to place another opened-mouth kiss to him. Mouthing at him with points of heat that were making his breaths race into that shallow panting speed. Boiling heat through his veins.

Riveted to the sight as Shouta placed one of those kisses to the base where he sucked gently at the skin. Groaning as he listened to the slick sound of his husband's fingers rubbing at himself. A loud, lewd noise that had shudders racing up his own back as he admired the flex of that forearm. A slight movement that he knew would become noticeable when he got himself ready. It was a damn treat. There was a light kiss given to that wet spot down by the base. It had those full lips glistening lightly.

Shouta then came up without a drop of that hesitation as he placed another open-mouthed kiss to him. Doing so as close as he could get it to the first piercing of his. It was a sensitivity he'd never considered there being before when Shouta had been giving those typical blowjobs of his. Something he'd been worried about doing from what he understood. But God it had him moaning out with that same shrill pitch as his whine. Trembling as Shouta sucked at the skin lightly before swirling his tongue against the spot.

Sending jolts of heat up his back. Pooling into him at that sensitivity that had him squirming slightly when Shouta lifted his mouth away to press a peck against the wet patch. He knew it could merely be a placebo effect. That the sensitivity might be that wonderful, overwhelming zap to his system now but that it could fade. Melt away by the time he was fully healed but until then? Oh, it felt good. So, so good it threatened to have him begging for another. To reassure his husband he didn't need to be scared of irritation.

To be worried about touching the skin around those piercings but he held his tongue. There'd be time later to explain. Later, later, later. Another of those open mouthed kisses were press close to his piercings sending another bolt of that electric sensitivity through him. Twisting into the heat that had him utterly cooking under his sweater, yet he knew the heat was merely something he'd deal with. Had too for the sake of trying this at least once. A shudder raced up his back when he got another of those long licks up.

Stopping up at the head where a hissing breath was taken by his husband. The lack of that slick rubbing was easy to pick up on. There was a moment of stillness in that arm when Shouta angled his left hand up awkwardly. Balancing precariously on his elbow as fingers grabbed at his erection. Pulling it away from his stomach where a drop of pre-come welling along the slit soaked into his sweater. Fingers slid up his erection to the head where they swiped away a new droplet beginning to well up on the slit.

Dark eyes locked onto it in response to a twitch. Fingers swiping over the head again before giving a shallow stroke with his husband leaning in to press his lips against it. A soft kiss that had his hips arching up again with a whine breaking free from him with the impatience. The excitement. Eyes flicked up to him as another soft kiss was given to the head. There was a faint glisten to those lips from the wet spots he'd kissed seconds ago. That gaze then dropped back down when Shouta lapped his tongue over the head.

Fuck. It had him squirming with thighs twitching apart. It had his hips protesting against a wider spread but God he wanted that space. Wanted to open up that area his husband was settled into for a better view. His pants crested on hitches that raced down far too quickly when Shouta swirled his tongue against the head before giving a third kiss. That gaze was locked onto his erection with an intensity that had him shuddering. Unbearably excited. There was a hunger in that smoldering gaze. Eating him up.

Something in the way those lips parted after each kiss. Eating him up with that hungry look when fingers would smear away the pre-come as it welled. It all came together to make his husband look debauched. Like a slut. And God, it set him ablaze when that light squelch rang out followed by the muscles flexing in his husband's forearm caught his attention. The subtle movement of that hand as he thrusted his finger into himself. And then a hot breath tore his gaze away when Shouta lapped his tongue over the head again.

That heated gaze flicked up. Catching his. There was a hungry look that would shake anyone to their core. A look that promised to eat him alive. It had him whimpering shrilly at his husband when he yanked at the wild black locks wrapped around his fingers. Tugging him closer, closer, closer. Arching his hips towards damp lips that twitched with the threat of curling into that smirk. It was fucking hot. Goddamn sexy if he wanted to be blunt about it. Fingers slid down to squeeze at him when his erection twitched.

Whining at that heat fanning over the head. And then, much to his delight, Shouta covered the head of his erection before sliding down quickly. Oh, he couldn't think to control the volume of that moan as his mouth dropped open to gasp in a breath. It was hardly the first blowjob he'd received since Thursday but God it had him burning, burning, burning. Shuddering at the heat of his mouth that was melting him. How wet his mouth was around him. He shuddered when that tongue slid against the underside of his erection.

Licking at him while he eased himself down his erection. Easing his way down as his jaw stretched open with black locks slithering over his shoulders. It had him moaning at his husband with the hand holding him to slid down further towards the base. A weak gag left his husband prompting him to stop. To pause just inches from that top piercing but he didn't care. Didn't care one bit if Shouta didn't deep throat him. All that mattered was he'd done even that much. All while that slick squelch of his thrusting finger rang out.

Chasing away the silence of the bedroom like a quiet background noise. Lost occasionally under rasping breaths being taken as he clutched at the black hair. Giving a sharp pull that had his husband moaning around him. It had vibrations racing over him tearing a wild moan out of him in response. He fought that urge to shove his husband down his erection to the base. Slam up into the heat of his mouth. Bury himself down his throat. Those vibrations were close enough to the head that it had his toes curling.

Hips twitching up only to get another of those weak gags. Shouta's hand released its hold on him to press down on his pelvis. Forcing him still. A whimper flew out of him when his husband's fingers pressed firmly into him while that light suction was used on him. Cautious sucks around him as his tongue moved against the underside. The thrusts of his fingers were emphasized by the slick little squelches. It had him burning up. He squirmed with another whimper when the pressure behind those sucks began to increase.

Slowly with firmer sucks breaking up that light, faint suction. Working his way up to it, as he watched that forearm jiggling lightly in time with the faster thrusts into himself. Whining around him created those amazing, drool worthy vibrations. Weaker than a moan but he'd take it any day. And then Shouta was lifting his head up only to slid back down with a swallow around him that had his tongue moving against him. A cautious bob he whined at in response which had his husband moving again to begin that shallow bobbing.

Hair trembling over his shoulders in a light sway. He clutched at the fistful he had to keep both his hair and bangs out of the way. Gave him a clear view of that flushed face. It had him breathless. Had his blood boiling through his veins as a moan spilled out of him at the increasing sucks. Their strength as Shouta quickly fell into a quick up and down pace that had him squirming. Arching his hips up only to have that hand forcing him back down against the bed once more. A warning if he so much as twitched up again.

It was fucking thrilling. God, it had him groaning at that subtle display of strength. The reinforced knowledge that Shouta could hold him down. Force him in place with a good chance of succeeding as he wouldn't fight it. He'd let Shouta pin him down if that's what he wanted. The idea of being at Shouta's mercy was fucking hot. It always reminded him of that night he'd asked his husband to use his capture weapon to bind him to the dining room chair. The times he'd let Shouta twist him in the capture weapon to keep him still.

When he'd twist and struggle as he howled at his husband what he wanted. Needed. Rendered to do little more than watch as Shouta bounced himself on his lap. And it was always, always fucking hot. Such a turn on that he knew Shouta picked up on. Knew it. There was a pause in those slick thrusts of his husband's finger that had him shuddering when there was a fidget of that hand. Just out of view. However, it was forgotten when his husband gave a hum when the head of his erection hit the back of his throat.

It tore a cry out of him at the use of that vibration. Had his feet sliding over the bed when he got another hum that warbled off into a moan around him when he yanked at the black locks. Pushing lightly before stopping himself with that cry choking off into a groan. Clutching at his hair when he felt his husband trying to sink lower in his bobs down. Fingers curling to bunch his sweater to his palm with a light tremble to his hand. Clinging onto him as hair trembled over his shoulders as he bobbed his head quickly.

Swirling his tongue against the head each time he slid up with a suction that had him squirming. Moaning at his husband encouragingly when he flew back down with a rub of that tongue along the underside. Sucking at him fervently when black lashes fluttered allowing for him to meet that gaze again. God, they were bottomless. So unbelievably dark with that flaming lust to them. The hunger as his head bobbed faster. Swallowing around him each time he came down. Allowing him to feel the faint ripple of his throat.

A faint sensation against the head of his erection. It tore a snapping, snarling groan out of him that muffled the slurping sound of that swallow. Had him twisting with hips jumping up in a snap against those full lips tearing a stronger gag out of his husband. Had the hand shaking on his pelvis shoving down forcing him back down to the bed to which he whimpered. Wished he had the breath to chant out that apology yet it was lost. Melting and breaking apart as a moan burst over him when Shouta slid up towards the head.

Swirling his tongue beneath the ridge of it before flattening it up against the slit. Damn near grinding the middle of his tongue against it in a move he knew he'd taken from himself. When he'd grind his piercing into the slit. It had him shuddering with a jerk of muscles when Shouta continued to grind his tongue against it. Heard a slick thrust being given that tore another moan from his husband. Diving back down with that fervent sucking making itself all too clear of that underlying emotion. The eagerness behind it.

His husband bobbed his head quickly with those swallows and sucks driving him insane. Burning him up as he whined in that ringing pitch at the jiggle to his husband's forearm as he began thrusting his fingers into himself. Breathless. Hot, hot, hot. It was fucking hot. God, he loved it how his husband could multitask both tasks so effortlessly. It was easy to tell when those fingers were spreading out when Shouta was moaning around him. Whining and whimpering up at him when his hips twitched up again.

Moaning when that hand then shoved him back down to the bed. He knew he could fight against it. Used his grip on those black locks to force him to the base and take control of that speed but he couldn't. Wouldn't. Frantic, shallow pants were taken as Shouta sucked at him in hard pulls that had his head falling back. Moaning out ecstatically at his husband which merely seemed to coax him to move faster. Suck harder as he inched himself down a little further. Bobbing his head with those frantic swallows.

Trying to keep from drooling over him. It was the one thing his husband hated the most. Found mortifyingly embarrassing if he slipped up and drooled over him. However, he didn't care if he got drool on him. It was something that could easily be washed and dried if it bothered him, but he didn't protest. Argue. Not when he was mesmerized by that jiggling forearm that flexed and pulled taut showing the muscles beneath subtly. Moving quickly as slick squelches from those thrusting fingers rang out.

Thrusting with a growing boldness that was slowly falling in time with that bobbing. Tightening his grip on the black locks in his own shaking hand had his husband moaning at him with such enthusiasm it had him squirming at the vibrations it gave him. Groaning at his husband when he spotted that golden wrapper out of the corner of his eye. Reaching distance away but that would require moving his hand. Untangling it from wild locks but wouldn't it be better to have it close? To have it close so he could be ready?

Swallowing, he began to work his hand free from his husband's hair earning him a whimper from the man. He reached over with shaking fingers to grab at the golden wrapper with a wrinkle to bring it closer when he licked his lips. Dragging his teeth over his bottom lip with a moan when Shouta lightly scraped his teeth over him. Whining up at him impatiently. Sucking at him with that eagerness had his feet fidgeting restlessly over the bed as Shouta inched him down further. Trying to ease himself downwards carefully.

He shuddered at feel of that tongue prodding at the top piercing. It had snapping, snarling groans flying out of him when Shouta sucked around it. Sending heat ripping up his back as he squirmed with a buck of his hips. Jerking when the hand on his pelvis clutched at his sweater tightly yet made not a move to shove him down. It had that excitement coiling into him at the thought he was being given that chance. That window to do what he wanted to make this hotter. Rougher the way his husband loved it to be in the past.

But he wouldn't. He dug his teeth into his lower lip sending pain shrieking over the skin. Radiating outward as he dragged his teeth over his lip creating a light throb from that pain. After placing the condom down, his hand slid back into the black locks to hold them away from his face. And it was a shock of heat to find those dark eyes on him. There was a watery sheen to them from the weaker gags making them sparkle up at him. Burning with that flaming heat. Whimpering up at him at intervals that had him shuddering.

Moments where he had to guess the sound was triggered by a spread of those fingers. Breaking up the thrusts that had his forearm jiggling as it curved over his back. It was absolutely riveting. It had him burning up at the slick sounds ringing out. The heat of his husband's mouth when he noticed a few droplets of saliva landing slithering down the lower half of his erection. The skin glistening lightly. God, it was burning him alive. His pants being gasped in as he squeezed in a sharp yank on black locks.

Giving a hard pull that had Shouta moaning around him ecstatically. It had those vibrations bursting over him with an intensity that had him writhing. He bucked his hips up eagerly with a wild, throaty moan flying out of him. He could only imagine the sight as Shouta stretched his fingers out. The tremble to his fingers as they pushed at the quivering inner walls. It never failed to burn him up at the sight of his own fingers stretching out his husband. To see the twitch around his spread fingers as muscles quivered.

Tried to clamp them together again. A groan flew out of his husband when he slid up to swirl his tongue over the head. Underneath the ridge of it before moving his tongue up to swirl over the head as he dove back down. At this rate would he last long? It wouldn't be the first time, but God knows he wanted this time to be better than last night. He wanted to enjoy the sight of Shouta moving over him as long as he could get it. But fuck, it was hard to think of lasting long when Shouta was sucking at him so damn hard.

Bobbing his head so quickly. As if he wanted to coax that orgasm to the surface. Make him tip over before he could even think of moving on to the very thing he wanted. But God, the vibrations. Ohh, they didn't help a damn thing. Whether they were the lighter vibrations of those whimpers and whines. The deeper ones of the moans and groans, they all had his toes curling tightly in his socks. His hips twitching up eagerly with whimpers of his own flying out of him. Snapping moans and groans that pulled at his vocal cords.

He clutched at the black locks of hair desperately with an absent minded push at his husband that had him sinking lower with a light gag. There was a slick sound of those thrusting fingers that had him hissing in a breath when black lashes fluttered up. The flaming heat in those dark eyes aimed up at him again. Devouring him. Fingers then slipped out with that slick squelch prompting him to look up. His pants cresting on a hitch when he caught sight of those glistening fingers. Watched them moving up to grip at his thigh.

And then Shouta dove down towards the base. Gagging from the suddenness of that lunge. He threw his head back with a shout ripping out of him that had that light rattle of the picture frame. The quiet groan of their TV rocking from the mild vibrations of his quirk feeding into it. Amplifying that shout. He ground his hips up against full lips as another gag ripped out of his husband with hands clutching at his clothes. Another shout ripped out of him when Shouta swallowed around him frantically.

Gulping around him. Fuck him, it could make him drool if he wasn't careful as he gasped in a sharp breath. Hot, hot, hot. He was so fucking hot. To feel the muscles rippling around his erection with each of those gulping swallows had him shaking. Jerking as Shouta slid up slightly before diving back to the base despite the gag that left him. The hands clutching at him when he got another hard swallow around him. It had him squirming when his husband moaned around him sending vibrations over him.

"Fuck! God, baby! Fuckin' yes! Ah! Yo-You like sucking m-mmmy cock don't you? Fuckin' love it? You can't get eno-enough of my cock can you? You a fucking slut fo-for it? Is that wh-why you- Nnnn! Shit! You love su-sucking Daddy's cock don't you? Choking on it? Mmm! Yes! Fuckin' suck it! Ta-Take my cock all the way down your throat! Su-Suck it like the good boy you are! Nnghnn! God, Shouta!"

It felt good. Fuck, it was better than good. So much better. He cried out when Shouta swallowed hard around him again before sliding up, up, up. Sucking with that same gulping strength as his tongue ground itself against the slit. Leaving him squirming as he heaved in those uneven pants when Shouta pulled off of him. A thin strained of saliva connecting his lips to the head. A brief tether that was broken when he pressed kisses to the head then down along the rest of him while reaching for the lube.

He watched slick fingers grabbing at the lube while he reached for the condom again. Lifting it up, he bit at the corner before tearing it open quickly as he spit the thin strip out. He watched the small dollop being squeezed out then worked over the glistening piercings. Dipping his fingers into the wrapper, he pulled out the slippery ring that he then held out to his husband. Shouta reached up to grab it from him with a twitch to those damp lips. He watched his husband press it to the head of his erection before rolling it down.

Easing it over his piercings carefully before tugging it down to the base. There was a rustle of the blanket as his husband shifted himself up to sit up to which he happily began to lean backward. Shouta shifted allowing his legs to press together slightly. Something that had relief rushing through him at the ease on his hips. It had him letting out a shaking breath when Shouta shifted forward in a crawl to straddle his waist. Knees sliding over the blanket with a rustle as Shouta reached back to grab the lube.

Squeezing another dollop onto his palm, it was then tossed off as his husband reached down to smother the condom in another layer of lube. It was dripping to soak into the waistband of his leggings, but he didn't care. Didn't pay it mind when he knew he'd be changing after this anyhow. Squelches rang out in time with the curving strokes his husband gave over his twitching erection as those eyes locked onto his. Burning him to his core when his husband leaned forward. His left hand bracing itself on his chest.

The golden wedding wing caught light in a cheeky little wink at him. Fingers twisted into his sweater as the other slid over his erection with an eagerness to it. Fuck him, Shouta was so pretty. Looked so damn debauched it was sizzling him alive. A squeeze was given to his erection tearing a groan out of him as it was pulled gently with Shouta angling his hips down. Reaching up, he slid his hands back to grab at his ass in a hard grip. Digging his fingers in when the black-haired man groaning lowly at him.

Shivering above him when he pulled the cheeks apart. Watching hips come down, down, down until the head of his erection was pressing against him. Nudging with the lowering pressure of those hips against him. There was a twitch of his hole that had his breath rushing out on a wheeze. Painfully eager as he watched Shouta's hips pressing down against him with the head nudging at him. And then there was a give. The give that had his husband sinking down onto him. It was a sight that he would never tire of.

Never have enough of. It was a slick slide that had Shouta's hand moving away from its hold on him. Joining the left on his chest, fingers clutched at his sweater as he gave squeeze to the cheeks in his grip before letting go. Sliding his hands up to his waist where he slid them forward to squeeze at as his husband whined. Shuddering against him as hips came down to rest on his pelvis. A comforting weight that had him clutching at his husband when those hips moved to grind down against him idly as he leaned down.

And he happily accepted the crushing press of those full lips against his. Listening to the sharp smack as they slid against his with that heat. That lust. God, how did he expect this to last long? He ground his hips up against his husband eagerly as he slid against his when inner walls quivered around him. A twitch before they clenched around him tightly tearing a moan out of him. Writhing eagerly, he clawed at the feverish skin beneath his hands earning him a keening moan back. Fuck, it was so hot.

Melting him to his core as Shouta clenched tightly around him tearing another moan out of him. Grinding up eagerly against his husband who was more than happily to keep his hips pinned down under his tight grinding. Knees slid across the blanket with a rustle when his husband broke the kiss with a smack. Pants fanning over his lips making them buzz when he felt Shouta shifting his position slightly with knees sliding over the blanket. Grunting quietly, there was a slight lift and drop that had him moaning out.

Twisting eagerly at the pleasure of that shallow bounce from the involuntary movement. Watching as Shouta sat backwards with hands sliding over his chest sending tingles racing under his skin. He kneaded at his husband's waist as hips then ground down against him. If that wasn't by far the best sight he'd seen. Last night it had been too low in its lighting. Shouta facing away from him. But now he got to admire that blush smothering itself over his cheeks. How it spread downwards over his collar bones.

His drying hair curled slightly against his shoulders a mess from the clutching of his hand in them. It was a mesmerizing sight to see those lips parting as his mouth hung open slightly. The squeeze to those dark brows as they twitched lightly. Even the tight circular movement of his hips as he ground down with thighs twitching apart was beautiful. He could admire, gawk, and ogle over that sight for hours. Days. It was an image he wanted imprinted into his mind just like the other images he'd had of this position.

His pants hitched out of him when he felt muscles spasming before squeezing around him tightly. He pressed his head back to the bed with a moan ripping out of him when hands bunched his sweater up with knuckles pressing into his chest. A whimper flying out of his husband when he dragged his nails instinctively over that feverish skin. Everything was so hot, hot, hot. He was surprised he couldn't burst into flames. Melt right through the bed. Shouta was just as hot beneath his hands. Feverish.

It had his stomach fluttering at the slight dip to the bed from the dig of those knees. Pressing into it as if to get that stability prepared while hips ground down against him. Tight circles that switched into a figure eight motion that had him moaning up at his husband. Fascinated by the roll to his hips when he did so. It was stunning. He was blistering under his clothes. The long sleeve sweater had him hotter than he would be if he were stripped naked like his husband. There was a clammy sheen forming on his forehead.

Along his back. He was hot. All of the heat was driving him insane as he panted raggedly much like his husband. Holding onto him as hips continued in their tight circles and lazy figure eight rolls that had him mesmerized. Absolutely riveted to those rolling movements as thighs tensed. Then the bed was dipping when Shouta raised himself up before dropping back down sharply. It had him bouncing lightly from the impact as he let out a keening, ecstatic moan at that impact. A sudden weight dropped that had him tingling.

And then Shouta lifted himself up again only to drop down with that same strength. Moaning at his husband encouragingly, the hands clutching at his shirt squeezed tightly before his left hand was moving. Lifting up to brush against the back of his hand lightly as his husband began that shallow bouncing much to his delight. Whining down at him, fingers trailed over the back of his hand again before he got it. He happily lifted his hand from Shouta's waist to weave his fingers with the black-haired man's only to get a tight squeeze.

Fingers pressing into the back of his hand to which he tightened his grip on Shouta's hand. Sliding his thumb along the side of his hand as he groaned when his husband came down sharply again. An impact that had his hips twitching up with each shallow drop that had him sizzling. Boiling. He bent his knees up to press lightly against his husband's back as he planted his feet firmly to the mattress. It had the hand on his chest tightening its hold on his sweater as he forced himself still. Soon, soon, soon he'd move.

It wouldn't take much. He knew it wouldn't. Not with the slick patch of pre-come smearing over his husband's stomach. The twitch of his erection as it curved up to rest on his lower stomach. He could only imagine the wet patch that could have formed from those shameless drips. A groan burst out of him with a booming volume that had Shouta moaning back at him with a twitch. His drops stuttering before they were falling back into that shallow depth. The hand in his tightening which he was more than happy to return.

Listening to the ragged pants leaving the both of them. The rustle of his hair over the blanket was deafening in his ears. The squelches of the lube and condom working together with each downwards drop his husband gave. The quiet, back-of-the-throat noises leaving the black-haired man that didn't quite form a sound. Puffs of noises that had him squirming against the blanket with a keening whine ripping out of him. Truly, he wished he'd had the foresight to just ask him to do this first rather than shower.

To have coaxed him to the bed rather than the bathroom but there was no changing it now. Nothing would change it, but he knew he'd never hear the end of it. That he'd be chewed out if Shouta needed another shower due to the sweat he could see gathering on him. A thin sheen that was subtle. Faint any other time but the bright lighting emphasized that sheen spreading over the pale skin. Thin strands of dark hair clinging to his shoulders and throat lightly. He whimpered at the quiver to those inner walls around him.

Twitches that then ended in a tight clench around him on another of those harder drops to his pelvis. Moaning wildly with a bouncing volume when Shouta ground his hips down in tight figure eights. Grinding against him as he clutched at his hand and waist tightly. Nails biting lightly into the back of his hand when Shouta lifted himself up again past that shallow depth. Dropping down had his hair flying around his shoulders. Locks brushing at flushed cheeks. God, he was so fucking pretty. He could stare at him for hours.

Squirming beneath his husband with a whimper, he tightened his grip on his waist. Using it to pull his husband down faster with each upwards slide. Coaxing him to move faster, faster, faster. Squirming with a twist against the bed as a moan ripped free from his husband as thighs flexed with a new dig into the mattress. Moving faster when yanked Shouta tearing a cry from the man as he squirmed when he lifted himself up again to which he happily yanked him down. Slamming him back onto his pelvis again, again, again.

Each upwards swing coming faster as he dug his nails into the pale skin as he pulled him down. It had his husband moaning at him with such enthusiasm it had his stomach flipping. Knotting as he thrusted up hesitantly only to feel inner walls clench around him. God. He was sizzling. Eager to join in on those fast bounces that had hair flying around his husband's shoulders. His face. The eagerness he could see in those lifts and drops that had his hips twitching restlessly. Groaning when Shouta clenched around him again.

"Fuck, yes, baby! Ah! Mmm! Fu-Fuck me, Shouta! Fuck me so goood, baby! Faster, faster! Do-Don't be scared to- Nnghnn! Yes! God, yes, yes! Like that, baby, like that! Oh! Yo-You're so fucking pretty! I lo-love watchin' you move! Love wa-watching you bounce yourself on me! Yo-You like riding my cock, huh? Li-Like fuckin' me? Having my co-cock down your throat like that? Kno-Knowing what a little cockslut you are I-I bet you do! Just- Fuck, Shouta! Ah! Ah, ah! Yo-You're strangling m-mmmy cock so good! Shit!"

"Yes! Yes, yes, fucking yes! I-I fuckin' love it! Love you, Zashi! Mmmnn! I-I love fucking you like this! Fe-Feeling you down my throat li-like that! I- Ah! Nnn! I wa-wanna choke on your cock! God, I've be-been thinking about this si-since last night! Sh-Shit! Ah! You feel so fu-ffucking good! So good in me! Ah! I-I want you to fuck me all night! Fu-Fuckin' pound me! Make me cu-cum 'til I can' take it! Wan-Wanna feel you fucking me through'em! Please, please! I-I want you to fucking choke m-mme with your cock!"

God. It had him breathless as he snapped his hips up eagerly when Shouta dropped down tearing another cry from his husband as hands clutched at him. Giving a few clumsy thrusts, he dug his feet into the mattress with a low moan. Falling into pace with those bounces. "God, I-I love that filthy fuckin' mouth of yours! Yo-You really want me that bad, huh? Wan-Want my cock in you any way yo-you can get it, huh? Ar-Are you that much of a fucking slut for my co-cock, Shouta? Huh? You want me tha-that bad?"

"I-I want you so bad! So bad, Zashi! Ah! Nghnn, need you! Need it! I wan-want it fucking bad! Be-Been wanting you for weeks! Si-Since you got your piercings! Missed this! Missed you! I- Ah! Ohhh, fuck! I-I want to feel ev-every inch of you inside me! I wan-want you to fuck my brains out! Ma-Make me lose my voice! Fu-Fuck me so hard I can't breathe! I-I want to be sore wh-when we're done! Nnnghn! Find it, Zashi! Fi-Find it, I can- There! Ah-Ahnn, Zashi, Zashi! Nnn, cu-cum for me, love, please!"

"I will! I will, I will! Fuckin' Christ, Shouta! Yo-You're gonna bre-break my cock in half! Shi-Shit, baby! I-I'll fuck you so good! Ju-Just you wait! I-I got somethin' good fo-for Valentine's Day! I'll fuck yo-your goddamn brains out! C'mon, baby, right there! I-I can feel it! Cum wi-with me! Yo-You're right there! Fu-Ffffuck, Shouta! Haah, haah! I-It feels so gooood in you! Hot! Fu-Fuckin' tight! You're so fucking am-amazing! Beautiful! I lo-love you so f-ffffucking much, baby! So much! I- Ohhh, shit! Shit! Mmm!"

God, that heat was blistering him apart. It was far too easy to meet his husband's drops that he eagerly snapped his hips up against him. Matching those hard downwards drops his husband gave with that shared eagerness. It felt odd not to hear that crisp sound of skin meeting together. To have it missing from the ragged, racing pants being taken by the both of them. The squelches of the lube and condom working together with each thrust upwards that had his husband moaning out him encouragingly.

An enthusiastic sound that he knew would leave his husband hoarse. There had been a faint rasp to it this morning after he'd put his hearing aids in. It, however, had been wearing off throughout the day with his warm drinks. To refrain from talking as often. However, he knew after this that he'd be hoarse. Husky. It sent shivers down his back as he clutched at Shouta's waist. His hand trembled with its tight grip in his when Shouta leaned forward towards him with the hand on his chest pressing down firmly.

A push on their conjoined hands had them hitting the bed where his was pinned beneath his husband's. It had him groaning at the angle change as he slid his hand along his waist backwards to grab at left cheek. Squeezing at the flesh tightly earning him a wild, keening moan from his husband. Breathless. He pressed his head back against the bed when lips pressed to his chest in frenzied kisses moving up. Felt the sharp nip of teeth at his exposed collar bone as ragged pants fanned over his skin in huffs.

Trembling with a rasping gasp being taken as he happily slammed up as Shouta dropped down. The muscles in his thighs flexing when he squeezed at the cheek in his hand tearing another keening moan from Shouta. It had him shouting out when inner walls spasmed around him only to clench down. Choking him. Slamming his hips up as his feet dug into the mattress. Using it as a leverage to keep himself balanced to keep that momentum. Then he felt the blunt burn of pain as teeth dug into the side of his neck.

Sinking down with that hard suction being given to the skin in sharp pulls. Frantic. Hips slammed down against him with a strength that had him writhing. Squirming against the bed as he threw himself into meeting Shouta half way eagerly to dive into that clenching heat. Squeezing him with the intent on driving him insane. Milking him dry of everything he had in him. It was exciting. Far, far too hot. God, he'd never wanted to take a shirt off more. To rid himself of the suffocating heat radiating under his skin.

Off of his husband. The heating provided by their heaters. All of it had him boiling in his clothing. He could feel beads of sweat forming along his forehead that streaked down his temples. Forming under his clothing prompting it to cling onto him much to his annoyance. But the pleasure was balancing it out. Keeping him distracted from that searing heat beneath his clothing. Forsaking it in favor of giving in to that howling voice in the back of his throat insisting him to move faster. To slam himself up harder against Shouta.

To dive into him again, again, again. Bury himself in the tight heat that was driving him insane. Moaning loudly, he yanked at his husband using that hard grip that he had on the black-haired man's ass. Digging his fingers into the skin as he squeezed at him again tearing a moan out of his husband. It had him squirming at the buzz of that moan spreading over his chest. It was a shot of arousal to hear that slick squelching with each thrust. To twist and squirm with his husband when he slammed his hips down against him.

He swore he felt a wet patch from those drops of pre-come dripping onto his sweater. It could merely be an idea his feverish brain threw at him but it inspired a new idea. One that had him more than eager to give to his husband. Releasing that hard squeeze on Shouta's cheek, he slid his hand up. Shouta groaned into him again as he sucked fiercely at his skin. Resting his hand on his lower back, he fanned his fingers out before pushing on his husband. Coaxing his hips to angle downwards against him.

The angle that got him the exact result he wanted from it. The feeling of that erection twitching as it slid against the material of his sweater with upwards slid of those hips had him moaning. Squirming at the snapping groan leaving Shouta that buzzed over his skin when teeth dug into that spot fiercely. Hard. Then his mouth was lifting with his tongue lapping over the indents left there before moving up towards his throat. Targeting a new spot as teeth sank into him fiercely sending that blistering, blunt pain over his skin.

Moaning eagerly at his husband when the hand in his tightened in a squeeze he was more than happy to give. Giddily, he kept his hand pressed firmly to Shouta's lower back. Keeping him low as it had moans spilling out of his husband. Whimpering into his skin as he sucked fervently at him with a strength that had him squirming. Writhing beneath his husband as hair brushed over his throat. Spilling over shoulders to tickle at his skin. God, it was good, good, good! Feeling his husband rut eagerly against his sweater.

The slick slides into Shouta that had those inner walls quivering around him before clutching at him. The huffing pants fanning against his skin as Shouta slid his hips forward with each drop. Squirming above him as he slammed his hips up eagerly into his husband. Trying to use enough force to rock him forward. It was all burning him up. Feeling the muscles flexing and moving as his husband bounced himself eagerly was so fucking good. It had him breathless when he felt the forming wet patch on his sweater.

Becoming soaked from the shameless drops of pre-come. The shameless thrusts forward against his stomach as Shouta squirmed over him. Writhing and twisting in bursts as he pulled back to change the angle of his hips. The positioning them quickly before slamming up into his husband. Ohhhh, it had him shuddering at the wail vibrating into his throat. An exasperated sound that trembled with the hand in his clutching tight, tight, tight. Felt his husband jerking above him when he slammed up again to hit at his prostate.

Huffing, gasping moans muffled themselves in his throat as Shouta clutched at him. Small, choked cries leaving him with each jerking twist as hips jerked down eagerly to meet his thrusts. Teeth sank back into that spot to suckle fervently at the spot with hard pulls that had him groaning. Breaking off into a snapping snarl when muscles clenched around him tightly. A squeeze that had him all too aware of the light, erratic throbbing of his erection. The volley of twitches paired with that identical throbbing of Shouta's erection.

The twitches his own gave as that spark twisted low in his stomach. Something that he was more than eager to chase. Teeth dug into his throat tearing a howl out of him when Shouta clenched tightly around him. Moaning into his throat with vibrations that had him writhing. Twisting and squirming restlessly to fight against that urge to flip over. To pin the black-haired man down the way he knew he'd love. But he'd promised to let his husband take that control this time. That he'd control the pace and he'd follow along with it.

But fuck him, if that temptation wasn't awful. He shuddered as he slammed up, meeting a slamming thrust downwards. There were a few more of those fierce sucks that had him dragging his nails along Shouta's lower back. It had his husband writhing. Twisting against him as he released that bite on his throat only to move up. Giving a nip to his jaw that quickly turned into another bite. It had burning pain ripping over the skin as the black-haired man sucked at the spot with those airy whimpers leaving him.

So close, close, close he could taste it. Feel it as that knot in his lower stomach twisted up making his heaving pants hitch in his throat. Jerking up frantically much like the hips dropping down against him. The hand in his shook from the strength of that grip which he gave back without a second thought. Twitching when a bead of sweat rolled down his forehead quickly. It was followed by another streaking down his temple as he arched up with a wail flying out of him as Shouta pinched at a covered nipple.

Twisting back and forth with the intent on making it burn. And God, it burned good. He could hear a pop of glass as his wail crested up in volume. A shrill pitch that had their TV groaning again with a flinch from his husband. Prompting him to muffle it when he heard another pop. It had his husband growling against his jaw before lifting away from the spot he'd been suckling at. Nipping sharply at the aching spot when fingers tugged at his nipple. Twisting at it when he felt the muscles of Shouta's thighs trembling.

Tensing up much like his own as he slammed himself up with inner walls contracting in that mimicked throb. It had that knot in his stomach twisting tightly when he heard that slurred wail of his name flying out of his husband when he slammed up against him. The restless, rutting slides of that erection against his clothed stomach where the fabric was soaked. He couldn't take it. Not a second more. Couldn't stand a minute longer with this heat. He bucked into that heat that was trying its best to strangle him.

Milk him of every damn drop he had. It was too much, much, much. So good. It had him howling when Shouta gave another sharp pull on his nipple with an increasing strength in that pinch. Jerking beneath his husband as his stomach flexed much like his trembling thighs. Squirming over the bed restlessly with that building heat. His feet threatened to slip from beneath him as he heard that howl cresting up, up, up. His quirk activating despite his best attempt to strangle himself only to hear himself be cut off.

Silent when he got that view of black hair slithering up. That glow to those dark eyes. Slamming his hips up, he ground himself against his husband desperately. He was done, done, done when that orgasm snapped over him. A pluck of a thread that had white-hot heat rushing over him. Trembling, his eyes squeezed shut with lashes fluttering against his hot cheeks. Clutching at the holds he had on his husband as that white-hot heat seemed intent on drowning him under the force. Swallowing him up with not a shred left behind.

The rushing fire under his skin that had him breathless under its strangle hold. Needing, needing, needing it. Wanting it. There was cry from above him as the hand in his clutched tightly at him. Hard. Felt his husband squirming above him before stiffening against him. Shaking. Squirming. It was impossible to stay still when he felt shaking thighs squeezing against him. Clenching with that arousing strength. The spurts landing onto his sweater that soaked into the fabric eagerly as he struggled to gasp in a breath.

One that didn't choke itself down his chest. Didn't rush out immediately after it. Drowning, suffocating, melting under that heat. Twitching at the inner walls spasming before clenching tightly around him in time with his husband's orgasm. Wringing him dry. It had a choked whimper flying out of him as his hips thrusted up twitches against his husband. Nudging him up lightly tearing a whimper out of Shouta as his head ducked down. Pressing his face into his throat once again with the scratch of his stubble against the skin.

Sending tingles down his back that were lost under that white-hot heat. Searing into his very bones. Twisting under his skin until he couldn't take that white-hot heat a second longer. Felt he'd go insane if that orgasm didn't release its tight hold on him. It had him whining when that heat finally rushed out of him. Gone, gone, gone. Releasing its strangle hold on him after what had felt like an eternity. A century under that white-hot heat when he knew it was mere seconds. Minutes. But it felt so, so good.

A relief. It left him in a rush that had him gasping in his pants in heaving gasps that had his head spinning. Beads of sweat streaking down his forehead when he felt Shouta slumping against him with a rushing breath flying out of him. Leaving him gasping in his breaths in heaving gasps that had his head spinning. Panting as he let his hips drop down from their arched up position. Letting Shouta lay over him with heaving gasps leaving the black-haired man that fanned over his throat. Making it humid.

Clinging onto him with shaking hands as his chest struggled to heave up with the heavy weight of Shouta on it. He'd be damned if he told his husband to move now. He lifted his head up from its thrown back position to bury his face into the wild black locks instead. Kissing at his head in a frenzy that was returned to him along his throat. Soft kisses from his husband that melted into nuzzles that had his stubble scratching at his throat. The hand in his squeezing gently at him as it released its strangle hold on his.

Feeling his husband's thumb moving into soothing circle against the side of his hand. The affection had him melting as he felt soft kisses being placed over his throat that crawled upwards. Fluttering over the throbbing spot on his jaw before moving up to his cheek. Tipping his face towards his husband's, he happy peppered that flushed face in a frenzy of kisses. Full lips came down on his own targeting his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. Giggling softly, he aimed for the scar under his husband's right eye.

The arch of his eyebrow and his slick forehead gently with his husband targeting his jaw and chin after he'd placed his own kisses over that flushed face. Ragged, racing pants fanning over hot cheeks as hips twitched before rocking uncertainly against him tearing a whimper out of him. An echoing whimper left Shouta when he slid his hand from his lower back to ease his hips upwards. Easing him up until he was slipping out of him with that slick squelch as his husband shivered. Then lips began pecking at him again.

Moving over his jaw softly as he did so with a breathless laugh fanning over it that he found himself joining in with a bark of laughter. Melting into a throaty giggle when Shouta lifted himself up to nuzzle his nose to his with an affection that had his pounding heart skipping wildly. His stomach fluttering sickeningly as he happily nuzzled his husband back. Lifting up, lips pressed to the bridge of his nose where the freckles were darkest. An area Shouta especially loved to target casually. Much like he targeted that scar.

Then the black-haired man was rolling off of him allowing him to sit up slightly with a grunt. Shuffling to the edge of the bed to work the condom off of him without fumbling or dropping it on the blanket. Pulling it off, he struggled with the slippery rubber before merely tossing it into the trashcan. It was better than to fight with that rubber to get it tied off. He'd take the whole bag out soon anyhow. Reaching down, his fingers gripped at the hem of his sweater as he tugged it up without a second thought.

It was shot anyhow with the come soaked into it. Tossing it towards the hamper, he felt the bed shift slightly followed by the brush of hands over his skin. Hot against his feverish skin when arms curled around him with hands sliding down his chest. The feel of his husband's face pressing into the back of his shoulder in a nuzzle. Reaching down quickly, he pulled his pants and boxers up in time when Shouta yanked him back. Laughing at the strength used as he fell back into Shouta's arms as he was held tightly.

He happily squirmed and twisted with quiet grunts breaking up his shaking breaths to face Shouta. Tugging himself against the black-haired man as he slid his arm around his waist. A low hum left his husband when arms curled around him again to sweep hands along his back. And he shifted forward to cover those twitching full lips as hands swept up his back with a hand tangling itself into his hair. Cupping the back of his head lightly when he tightened his arm around Shouta's waist. Holding him close.

When he caught his breath, he'd happily discuss that schedule with Shouta. Discuss if Valentine's Day would be the exception given it was only two days away. It had his heart skipping as lips slid breathlessly against his with that smacking mixing in with racing breaths taken through breaths. As soon as he had the breath for it, he'd allow himself to be grounded. For a moment, he wanted to float in the intensity of his euphoric afterglow with his husband. Just a moment more couldn't hurt, now, could it?