Watersports! This chapter centers around piss drinking specifically! But this chapter won't be for everyone and that's one hundred percent okay so please skip it if you don't like that type of thing! Just keep that in mind before reading! Until we meet again ❤️
"You- I'm fucking sorry, could you please say that to me again?"
Hizashi flinched at the incredulousness to his husband's voice. Strained on a higher note as he leaned against the right arm rest of the couch as his legs stretched out before him. Tangled together with Shouta's. Dark eyes widened at him with that taken aback expression as the book in his hands wobbled. Dipping before landing in his husband's lap as he felt heat rush up to his cheeks. Burning. "You know, you really don't have to look at me like that, Shouta! You act like it's the weirdest thing we've done or something!"
"It is one of the weirdest ones we've done so far! The professor and student roleplay is normal compared to that! Even you can't deny that it's fucking weird, Zashi!" Pinching his lips together, the black-haired man sighed then as he shifted forward away from his backwards lean. Adjusting his position as his book was closed then placed onto the table. "Can you just explain what about this is interesting to you? Explain it all to me again?"
"I can't- I don't know why it's interesting but I want to, like, try it? To know if it's something I'd be interested in? I mean, I know omorashi doesn't exactly connect into, um, drinking piss but it's like I want to try? I saw it online and I just- I don't know! I figured why the fuck not? Besides, you didn't say anything when I wrote it down! It's weird, I know it is, but I want to try at least once, you know? To cross it off as, like, something we've done? But if you don't want to then I can forget about it! We'll just-"
"Ah-ah! You're babbling, Zashi!" Snapping his mouth shut with a click of his teeth, he shifted his own sitting position forward with his fingers wrapping around his phone. Squeezing it between his hands when his husband sighed out with hands reaching out to rest on his knees with a squeeze. "I'm not judging you, Zashi. Not at all and I don't want you to feel upset but you gotta admit this came out of nowhere for me. The act itself is fucking weird but you wanting to try isn't, okay? I want that to be clear."
"That's crystal clear for me." This was going better than he expected. Much better. When he had gone into this, he had half expected his husband to shoot it down without a second thought to it. The heat in his cheeks throbbed lightly from the force of that blush when he squeezed his phone again causing the plastic to creak. "I didn't mean to just, like, throw this at you! I just- I mean, I wasn't thinking when I said it, you know? But it's been on mind for a little while, but I really wanted to do the swing with you!"
Hands squeezed his knees before moving to grabbing at his wrists with thumbs stroking over the backs of his hand. "If it's been on your mind for a while then how long have you known you wanted to do it? You know you didn't have to hold off on my account for saying something. Isn't the whole point of this challenge and the previous to try new things? To try and explore those things that are unconventional or weird together? This is fucking weird but if you want to try it, I'm not going to judge you. So how long?"
"Sho, I really haven't-!"
"How. Long. I'm not going to repeat myself and do this back and forth with you all afternoon long. How long have you been thinking about this, Zashi?" Hands squeezed at his wrists in what he knew was to convey that comfort. To relax the stiff set to his shoulders. Release his chokehold he had on his phone as the plastic of his case groaned lightly from the tight grip, he had on it. "I'm not going to rip your throat out if you tell me, okay? Take your time to figure it out, okay? No rush. I'm not going anywhere."
Dragging his teeth over his lip, he let his gaze flick away from his husband. How did he say this? He hadn't meant to let it slip so casually the way it had to the black-haired man. It was like that painfully embarrassing conversation they'd had the night after the somnophilia. When he'd discussed dry humping with Shouta. That mortified embarrassment twisted into his chest to create a groove that had him fidgeting. Overwhelming him. Choking him under the weight of their swarming presence as his face burned.
Thumbs stroked the backs of his hands gently with another squeeze being given to his wrists. He had never truly felt embarrassed around his husband once he'd grown comfortable. When their relationship had kept its stable foundation that they maintained together. When they kept that open, honest communication between them was always expressed. Always made clear with gentle reminders when the tension had shoulders inching up. Had moods souring that resulted in the endless patience running thin.
There wasn't a thing he could think of outside of sex that he'd been embarrassed about bringing up to Shouta. If anything, their previous challenge had been filled with embarrassment on both sides as hidden fantasies were brought to the surface. Rocks turned over with the old ideas and wants they'd been too afraid to bring up with one another. Situations or kinks, fetishes or BDSM related, it had all been swallowed down in the past. Deemed unattainable until that first challenge raking it all too the surface.
Leaving no stone unturned by the time they were done as that open communication was strengthened. Their sex life having changed for the better once again now that they had the knowledge of what the other wanted from themselves. What the other liked to indulge in. It was an effect that erased that embarrassment. Rid them both of the self-consciousness and mortification they might have felt before their first challenge. How effortlessly they came together now with an idea of what they wanted from that night of sex.
Tapping upon everything they could in one night to satisfy the other. Had discovered the softer and harder limits of their sex life together. Where his had been with the erotic humiliation and degradation, Shouta's had been with omorashi. His husband had been upfront with him afterwards that it wasn't his thing. Wasn't for him. Even if he always poked fun that it was the "hottest" sex they'd had afterwards. And he had never held that against his husband. Never thought twice when Shouta had told him the truth.
There was an understanding between them, however, with those boundaries. The soft limits and hard ones. While he was uncomfortable with the intensity that came with erotic humiliation he knew Shouta had loved it. Yet it was respected that it was a boundary he was unwilling to cross any time soon. Something he promised further down the line they'd touch upon again with that intensity. Omorashi, on the other hand, was something that had long since been agreed upon. Settled together with a rather offhanded conversation.
It was something that his husband was willing to indulge in once in a blue moon if he really wanted it. It was an easy agreement he had refused to take advantage of but rather they used towards controlled scenes together. Even if it wasn't for his husband, he found it fucking hot. It was something he hadn't been expecting to find so arousing but who could predict a kink? Who could truly know they liked something until they were stumbling across it blind? It was something that he truly hadn't minded.
All he could be grateful for is his husband didn't find it disgusting. That he didn't judge him for something of the sort much to his surprise. It was this respect that he returned in kind by trying to be sparse with his requests for it given his husband had vocalized his disinterest in it. That he didn't find it arousing as he did hence they wouldn't indulge together in it as often as he dreamed they would. It was an easy boundary they established along with an easy system. Once in a blue moon was better than once and done.
And the best of it when they did indulge? The black-haired man didn't seem to mind playing along when they came together at his request for it. Didn't seem to mind teasing him or putting out a bit of a show before it became too real. When he was flushed with that heat simmering under his skin at the display of the familiar desperation. It was always as he had said to his husband. If he liked it then there didn't need to be a reason behind it other than he liked it. It was the approach that made his husband comfortable.
Made him relaxed with his own kinks together. And it was with this mutual respect of theirs when he presented their second challenge to look for kinks. To look for options together. It was in this search of his that he came across the complexities of watersports. All from an aimless search on his private browser while sprawled out on their bed. It was a rabbit he found himself falling down from the sheer curiosity of it all. A rabbit hole that went deeper, deeper, and deeper with each article he clicked on.
Each Wikipedia page he'd glanced over to read eagerly before diving into another section of the community curiously. Morbidly so did he chase down rabbit holes. Wanting to know all that he could until he was stunned with the sheer amount there was. How omorashi, on its own, could be considered a sperate subject or merely a subcategory to watersports as a whole. For him it merely boiled down to the shared subject. It was a discovery that had him clicking on links until the Google page was filled with purple links.
A document open with his notes he'd been taking or lines from articles coped then pasted into it. He could never explain how fascinated it had him. How riveted to it all that he had been. Searching until his eyes were itching with that dry burn as he closed out that private browser. Shut his laptop. The information stinging him restlessly that night until it all boiled down to one specific thing he wanted to try. One thing to tap into to see if his kink for omorashi could possibly spread further into watersports.
Just to see if perhaps he would enjoy them. It was a curiosity that seemed to buzz in the back of his mind impatiently. Waiting to be acknowledged. However, it was hard to bring it up to his husband. God knows he wanted to try and approach the topic without making his husband squeamish. To work it in when he could yet with the reveal of thier new challenge after Christmas that gave way to New Years left little time to focus. Then his piercings ate up much of his attention for weeks leaving that idea on the back burner.
Leaving it to boil quietly in the back of his mind for weeks. And yet after the sex swing, he'd been glancing over their list for something to try. Something easy on him that would lessen his husband's worries about the red hue around his piercings. There was a trace of discomfort that had him worried after their romp with the sex swing but with a few days spent keeping an eye on it? Well, it certainly faded away. The irritation nowhere near as severe as it would have been weeks prior. Nowhere near that discomfort.
But he couldn't shake that worry. Neither could his husband. However, it was after glancing over their list that he found that initial idea rushing to the surface again. Hitting him with a fierce wave that left him contemplating bringing it up to his husband. Going over and over how he wanted to present this idea to Shouta without him reacting negatively. They'd explore so much so far it left him dazed so surely watersports wouldn't be the end-all be all would it? If anything, he was confident Shouta had seen it.
Had looked over those two words on the paper yet kept it to himself. He had wanted to open his mouth weeks before he'd gotten his piercings. Before he'd presented the list to Shouta that night yet he'd been too hesitant. To nervous. Because he knew what Shouta would think about trying water sports. He knew it would be viewed under that same light as omorashi. It was that very thing that had him holding his words back. Had him hesitating to breathe a word on what he wanted to try for fear of making Shouta uncomfortable.
But how would he had ever known? How would he know the reaction he'd get if he never asked? To try was all they ever asked of one another. To have their open minded approach to a new thing. Yet he'd been hesitant. Embarrassed at the mere fact he wanted this. The nervousness when considering how Shouta would react to him asking such a thing from him. It wasn't exactly what someone wanted to hear from their husband. It had left him struggling to figure out a way to bring it up to his husband.
To say it without the approach being an awkward mess of stuttered words. And so he tried. He tried his best to bring it up the weekend following the previous Thursday to his husband but had backed out rather quickly. It was only on Saturday he'd tried to suggest something only for Shouta to reply in an apathetic manner towards the idea of sex. Shutting it down without a second thought. It was hard to choke the words out without that constant, nagging worry. That this would be the tipping point for his husband.
That this want of his would be the thing that had those dark eyes narrowing at him. Looking at him with disgust. That this would be the very choice that had his husband pulling away from him with that cold voice calling him disgusting. It was a worry that had him pinching his lips at the thought of breathing a word about it. Holding his tongue throughout Sunday night as his husband packed. Held his words back on Monday and Tuesday respectively. He had been so close to saying it on Wednesday before waving it away.
Promising to elaborate later to his confused husband. Holding his breath as he tried to find a proper way to explain to Shouta what he had been researching. What he wanted. Yet he found himself choking on those words before brushing them off. Promising himself later, later, later only to push it off again. The mortification ripping to choke him when he tried to squeeze the words out. Tried to broach the topic. Something he hadn't experienced often around his husband. He never had reason to feel that way with Shouta.
It was perhaps the very reason he had hesitated on bringing omorashi up which resulted in Shouta taking the choice as his own. Bringing it up to him. All of it had bubbled up until he found himself blurting it out to his husband now. Who wanted to hear that on a Friday afternoon? Who wanted to hear that period? How could Shouta sit there without so much as batting a lash at it? Other than incredulous tone how could see so calm about this? Rational? Shouldn't it be natural to shy away from the idea of it?
He had expected more for why shouldn't he? It was a question related to something that should be disgusting. Something that no sane person should want to try. Something no rational adult would want to taste in any way, shape, or form. Yet his husband was sitting as if he had made a different claim. That Void had had kittens. That the sky was purple rather than blue. As if what he had just said hadn't changed a single outcome to their Friday afternoon. It was, strangely enough, far more mortifying.
Fidgeting in his spot, hands squeezed at him gently again prompting him to look at his husband. It was oddly embarrassing to stare at his husband when his face felt so hot. It had him fidgeting again when thumbs slid in a soothing stroke along the backs of his hands. Prompting him to relax. "Shouta, you really don't have to be so accepting about it. I mean, it's weird, right? You don't even like omorashi and here I am asking you to do something like watersports! You have to care at least a little bi-
"Hizashi, I do. Not. Care. If this is something you want to try then I'll try it with you, okay? I've never once judged you when you ask for me to hold it, have I? I've not judged you once when you asked me to do a scene with omorashi, have I? You beautiful idiot, I don't care what we do so long as it's with you . The worst thing I do is not try, remember? Haven't I said that for years? So please tell me? If not why then tell me when?" Hands squeezed at him then with a firm grip as thumbs slid over the backs of his hand's gently.
Swallowing, he felt his heart skip sickeningly against his chest when he let out a breath. Releasing his strangle hold on his phone, he flipped his hands up to take Shouta's earning himself that soft smile. Crooked. His cheeks throbbed from the blush burning there that stung at the tips of his ears. Unpleasant. "You're really sure then? I mean, I'd like to do it today! Before I go to work because that gives up five-ish hours for you to hold? But if you don't want too that's okay! You can think I'm gross or disgusting-!"
"You know, I don't understand why you're doing that. Why you're kink shaming yourself." Hands squeezed at him when the black-haired man sighed out with those spots of color popping up on his cheeks. Adam's Apple bobbing as he swallowed when dark eyes darted away briefly. "You've never cared that I like pet play. You've never cared that I'm an exhibitionist. That I like urethral sounding or that I like to be degraded with erotic humiliation. So why should you judge yourself for me?"
"Because you know and I know that it's gross! That you don't care for omorashi so why be so okay with this? With something that's disgust-"
"Yeah, it is. It's gross and it's disgusting." He pinched his lips together when those eyes flicked back to him with that determined resolution. "It's fucking weird but that doesn't mean I think you're gross. That I suddenly think you're disgusting. There's not a thing you could do, within reason, that I would think is disgusting. You wanting to try drinking piss is within reason for me. It's simply something you want to try so who am I to judge? I'm perfectly fine with doing it tonight. With holding it that long so we can try."
He watched those spots of color smother over his husband's stubble covered cheeks as hands squeezed at his. That soft, crooked smile twitching at the corners when he let out a breath as he let his gaze flick away again from his husband. "There's no fucking way you're completely cool with this like you're saying! C'mon, baby, you don't have to spare my feelings or something! You can tell me if you think I'm gross or something after we actually do it but don't go sugar coating shit, you grumpy ass!"
"I'm not sugar coating shit. It's more than fine with me and so what if I think it's gross after? The fact is you want to try and the worst thing I can do is shame you. Is to not try with you before knowing I don't like it. " Hands squeezed his again when Shouta pulled his away. Leaning forward instead as hands came down on his thighs with lips pressing to his cheek. "I'll let you control all of it, okay? The drinks and how much I have. Where we do this. It's all in your hands, Zashi. Either way, we tried, yeah?"
Shivers. His hands wavered before reaching out to grab at his husband's waist with a sigh as hands squeezed at his thighs. Lips pecking against his cheek again before the scratch of that stubble covered cheek nuzzled at his sending another wave of shivers down his back. Tingles as he swallowed before cleared his throat lightly. "Okay, I can handle that. Do you want to go now then? Or are you okay to start now?"
"I'm more than good to start now if we keep a good, slow build up for it. How hard can that be on me?"
"Are those going to be your famous last, coherent words, baby?"
"Mhmm. Now, come on. I need a refill on my coffee, and I think you need some tea to calm down. Don't worry so much, Zashi, I'll be fine. It can't be that hard, now, can it?"
It was never a secret that Shouta wasn't afraid to place his trust into him. When they had begun dipping their toes into the BDSM pool together, it had been successful due to the trust that the black-haired man had for him. A trust that, quite honestly, he had felt for years was unwarranted. Deserved. However, it was what built their relationship back up when he had nearly torn it down. Something that was shown to him on a day to day basis. When he had come home that night after that shibari lesson of his.
When he used his then beginner skills on his husband that led way to more scenarios. More scenes including it that continued to be a sign of trust. Small steps they took when it came to binding his husband's hands together. To tying his arms behind him against his lower back. There was a trust in that gaze when he was clipping his collar into place. When he was establishing their ground rules before a scene when he was coaxing Shouta to copy his words like a parrot. Having his husband repeat them back to him.
It was a relief to himself when he knew the black-haired man was following along. Complacent but attentive. Understanding him clearly. There was a control placed in his hands during moments like those that he took seriously. Something that was not a light task when Shouta was relinquishing it over to him. To be trusted enough to have that control was more than an honor. It was aweing. That someone seen as strict, apathetic and uncaring to the public could so readily relinquish his control over him of all people.
That his husband trusted him enough to take care of the both of them? It was a feat that never failed to leave him absolutely stunned. Control needed balance. Control was something that they had discussed previous times in the past. Something to take into account from the both of them on their wants and desires before it was used. When he had that control, he played his role the way he wanted too. The way Shouta needed him too. There was no conflicting power balance between them. No need to struggle over it.
It was an easy flow between one another that was relinquished and returned. There had been quite a few nights when he'd relinquished his control to his husband throughout the years. When he'd let Shouta pin him down to the mattress with that blazing heat to his gaze. When he'd let himself be wrapped tightly in his husband's capture weapon as the black-haired man took and gave beautifully. Control was an agreement made between the both of them on how it was played out. It was a sign of trust he adored having.
To know that Shouta held that much for him to lose himself like that? It tugged at his heart viciously each time. It was a damn thrill that always added a spice when they were meeting in the middle over something. To let him control the flow of the scene should they dive into one. Shouta had seemed all too ready to hand that control over to him earlier when he'd been flustered. Embarrassed at his outburst that he had taken without a second thought. Agreeing to readily as he had every other time the black-haired man gave it.
Taking a few moments to regain his composure before they'd gone to the kitchen for refills on their cups. It was there he decided to lay out ground rules for the scene to which he noticed that spark to his husband's gaze. Piss related or not, he could see that attentiveness to his husband's gaze as he spoke. Laying out the rules had been simple. Shouta was to go to the bathroom before they started to avoid any chance of genuine pain. Five hours was a length of time he had to play with. More than enough time they both had.
It was with this in mind that he came up rather quickly with a routine. Slow drinks and fast drinks he knew from years of experience that filled his husband up. It was only after Shouta joined him in the living room again after that bathroom break did, he lay it out. Five hours with three rounds of drinks. He could have an additional cup of coffee but for the next two it would be anything of his choice. He would pour it for his husband to ensure he didn't overdo it. He just needs to tell him. They'd use their color system and their safe word.
Just as they would whenever they dived into anything remotely similar to a scene. And for the final two to three hours of his stay before he would ready himself for work would be water. To take it slow on filling up was his goal. He didn't want to hurt Shouta because he was over eager. Didn't want his husband to push himself just to get him excited or to get him off. Agreeing that, after Eri was put to bed for the night, they would reevaluate where he was at. It was a simple schedule he laid out for his husband.
One that he seemed all too ready to agree too. Adding in a few inputs of his own by changing a second full cup of coffee to half of one. Fussing with a few details surrounding who would put Eri to bed depending on his condition. It was far too easy to come together to make an impromptu but elaborate plan together that was thrown into action quickly. Right when when Shouta had been going for his second, half a cup of coffee. It was at that time their daughter was rushing in through the front door yelling for them.
From there it was easy to come up with an excuse when it came to getting Shouta his drinks. In filling up his cup without a second thought when Eri had first pestered him about it curiously. Three cups downed by the time the indigo-haired teen was walking through the front door. Two additional cups by the time they were settling in to make dinner where his husband seemed all too antsy on his feet. Agitated to the unsuspecting eye. It was easy to brush off Hitoshi's taunts to the black-haired man.
At least until it turned into a catty back and forth between them. Something he'd been more than content in watching when he heaved himself onto the counter. Watching the fidgeting Shouta as he bustled about the kitchen from one spot to the next. Sipping idly at the drinks he was given intermittently while Eri clung to his waist. A progressive intake was what they agreed upon. Something that would be amped up slowly before making that change after dinner. It had him damn near bouncing in his seat with excitement.
Eager when they'd sat down for dinner where Shouta had a glass of wine. Finishing it off with water, dinner was a loud affair much to his delight as it kept Shouta's fidgeting out of the limelight. Throughout the animated conversation he'd kept his eye on Shouta. Doing his best to be subtle. Watching the shifts and twists the black-haired man made in his seat that he no doubt tried to keep subtle. Similar to the fidgets when he'd been standing still in front of the stove. He had felt the shallow bounce of his husband's knee.
Nudging lightly at him under the table throughout dinner. It was only when they were settling down on the couch with Eri tucked onto his lap that the smaller half glasses were traded out for taller, fuller cups. He knew it was counterproductive of his husband to chug them down. Knew it yet he hadn't breathed a word to his husband when that cup of water was down rather quickly halfway through the movie. Trading out twice more before he put a pause on full cups of water for the time being to make it easier.
Yet he couldn't stop himself from watching it disappear from the corner of his eye. He knew the process behind gulping down those cups. Knew that Shouta believed if he drank them quicker that it would go through him quicker. It was both the right and wrong assumption on his husband's half. Given that by the time he was putting Eri to bed, which just so happened to be hour three, he could see it. The tighter press of those thighs when Shouta crossed his legs with that agitated bounce. Adjusting his weight restlessly.
The slow breaths he let out quietly as his cheeks flushed when he caught his gaze. The restless rub of his hands over his thighs before he clenched them together. It had been hard to pay attention when Eri had been chattering at him quietly during her bedtime routine. However, he threw himself into the actions of brushing her damp locks out from her bath. Working them up into a scrunchy and pulling her blankets back. Tucking her in with her stuffed animals placed tightly to her sides as he read her the stories she requested.
Hummed those sweet, crooning songs to her until lashes were resting onto pink cheeks. To turn her lights off as he eased her shut down only to rush downstairs towards his husband once more. And God if it didn't have him hot at the display waiting for him in the living room. Watching his husband twist and shift in his seat restlessly. Legs crossed with thighs tightening intermittently with that blush smothered over Shouta's cheeks as his hands squeezed together. An impatient bounce to both of his knees.
hands pulled apart to hand him his cup. Demanding in a weak tone for another drink. Half a cup at first that he drained quickly before shoving it back into his hand with another request for a drink. It was mesmerizing watching Shouta down cup after cup without getting sick off of it. To watch his Adam's Apple bob with each gulp he took of the liquid. The dribbles that ran down his chin when he tried drinking faster than he could swallow it. The blush that seemed to be deepening with each hour ticked past them.
It had been two and a half additional cups after dinner that had his husband twisting on the couch. Shifting with restless squirms to his hips. It was aweing how much liquid one man to drink in an afternoon. He was riveted. Taken aback by the amount they had agreed upon, disappearing so quickly. He'd gone about cleaning up after dinner leaving his flushed husband in the living room while he did so. A moment alone to regain his composure should he need it. To control himself if he needed that time to breath.
To calm himself. It was only when Shouta called out for another drink that he abandoned his idle fussing with the house. Shoving the dishwasher shut, he'd happily plucked a cup off of the hutch that he would replace with the cup he knew Shouta had in the living room. All too eager to give his husband what he knew was going to be one of the final glasses of water. The ones they agreed upon as they entered the fourth hour. He truly didn't believe Shouta could take much more. Couldn't drink much more.
The sudden shuddering breath he took tore him out of his thoughts. He glanced over instinctively to his flushed husband when he squirmed against his side. It had that flash of heat sizzling under his skin when he saw that hand curling into a tight fist. Nails dragging over the fabric of the pajama pants that Shouta had changed into earlier. It was a jolt of arousal to know where that hand would go. What it would grab at if his husband wasn't trying to save face. There was another fidget followed by a strained grunt.
His gaze flicked over instinctively to the sight of those thighs rubbing together. To the hand fisted on Shouta's thigh. A white knuckled fist as another sharp breath left his husband. He looked up to find dark eyes flickering away from him. Watching that blush smothering itself over his cheeks. Noting the tightness to his jaw. Even the way those dark brows were squeezing together tightly creating those wrinkles between them. It had him swallowing when he tore his gaze away from the black-haired man.
Focusing instead when he reached forward for his bottle of water. An open bottle of Dr. Pepper sitting next to it had been sipped at idly since opening it. He could hear the faint hiss to it as bubbles traveled up to pop at the surface. He lifted his water up to take a few gulps himself to soothe the dryness in his throat when he felt his husband squirm against his side. Felt the thigh pressing to his own tensing when he dropped the bottle down to twist the cap on again. It was an awful temptation to swirl that bottle.
To make the water slosh as it had earlier yet he refused it. Not yet. He placed his bottle down with a crinkle of the plastic when Shouta cursed under his breath before leaning forward stiffly. His hand reaching out to pluck up his bottle which was brought up quickly. Taking quick gulps at it before pulling it away with a thin droplet running down his chin. Placing it on the small table next to the couch rather than leaning forward. Watching with awe the way hips were shifting side to side impatiently.
Watching his husband's legs tighten slightly in a squeeze that had his thighs trembling lightly. Fidgeting against his side when that hand squeezed at the fistful of his pajama bottom with a low breath leaving his husband. There was a thrill in watching Shouta twisting in his seat next to him. To see hands grabbing at his pajama pants when he knew that they'd be grabbing at himself. A squeeze to reassure himself that would turn into a tight grip. Any person would. The black-haired man had been accepting drink after drink.
Sipping at them once he handed them to the black-haired man. Juice hardly went through his husband quickly, but he knew the four cups he had would have an impact. The water he'd had after that. The two and a half cups of coffee he'd had before that. God, what did that feel like? Did it ache? Hurt? Shouta hadn't vocalized any pain or anything of the sort, yet he refused to answer more than a yes or no. To say he could hold it a little longer. It was absolutely thrilling watching his husband squirming so openly.
It had his own face growing warmer with each fidget he felt against him. The low whines he caught were hardly audible. Something that, if the volume of his hearing aids were lower, he wouldn't have caught. Whimpers. Airy noises trapped in the back of his husband's throat. Small sounds that were cleared away with a cough or hum when he questioned him on it. Sitting on the table along with his bottle of water and his husband's bottle of soda was a cup of ice water. The ice cubes melting quickly which merely added to it.
He tried not to gawk at his husband yet he could see those dark eyes focused on the cup. He could only imagine the dilemma his husband was facing. The diuretics' effect of the soda and with how fast water could work through a person would be a bad mixture. A bad combination. Yet he knew how sticky his husband complained that his mouth would get after drinking soda. With as many sips as he had taken from the bottle he knew that the black-haired man wanted that water. Knew he was wanting something to drink.
A sip even if it meant chasing that sticky sensation away. It had his heart thudding sickening once, twice, against his chest when he watched hands twitching on his husband's thighs. His crossed legs were a jackhammer as they bounced quickly with that agitated air. How much more could his husband take? How could he even think of drinking water now? How could stand another sip when he had to be feeling the effects of all those drinks? It had him hot. Heat flashed under his skin before twisting low to settle along his bones.
A slow moving heat that had him feeling flushed as he watched his husband's silent debate. Not wanting to call attention to himself even if they both knew he was watching. Gawking shamelessly at his squirming his husband as teeth dragged over that full bottom lip. Biting down with brows twitching from their tight squeeze. It was a gamble. A horrible one he knew Shouta was going to lose. It was as riveting as it would be had his husband been swallowing fire. If he had sudden begun chewing on glass.
A morbid type of fascination as he wondered which decision Shouta would go with. It was a lose-lose situation anyhow. With all that he had drank over the past four hours it had to be pooling into him slowly but steadily. It was fucking exciting. His breath trembled before he pinched his lips together. There was a squirming shift of hips against the cushion before Shouta was tightening his crossed legs before leaning forward stiffly. A hand releasing its tight hold to reach out towards the cup of ice water.
The light rattle of melting ice against the side of the cup was loud causing his husband to flinch. A wince on his face when he settled back with a swallow as lips pinched together. As if he were unwilling to take another sip of water. Another sip of his soda. Yet that cup came up, sides clammy with the condensation, and Shouta took two gulps at the water that turned into a third. Then a fourth. Until he was jerking with a choked gurgle as the cup was lowered. A streak over racing down his chin as his legs tightened together.
Squirming together with thighs rubbing together restlessly as the hand remaining on his thigh tightened on its fistful. White knuckles glowing up at him when that hand trembled lightly from the grip. God, if it wasn't hot. Unfairly exciting to watch the restless rub and squirming of his husband's crossed legs. The short, trembling breath that left his husband. It was riveting. He knew he was shameless gawking yet he couldn't help it. Couldn't tear his gaze away as his cheeks burned with a rush of heat.
In response he turned towards the black-haired man. Dark flicked to him with that silent plea to them. To help him. To say something . Reaching out, he took the glass from his husband's shaking hand. The rattling ice with the water lapping at the sides of the cup surely couldn't be helping a thing for his husband. More than half the cup gone was still rather impressive of his husband to get down after everything else he'd chugged down that afternoon. In the last four hours alone. There truly was something aweing about it.
The glass thudded gently against the wood of their table when a strained whimper left Shouta. Turning back to the black-haired man, he dropped his hand down to brush over a flexing thigh. Trembling lightly beneath his touch when Shouta clenched his jaw to muffle another reedy sound. He clicked his tongue gently at his husband as he slid his hand over that flexing thigh as Shouta squirmed his hips slightly. Rocking in his spot with a whine ripping out of him as he leaned in to press his lips to his hot cheek.
Clammy. As if it were beginning to become more of a strain. He rubbed gently at his husband with each caress he gave that had the fabric of his pajama bottoms bunching beneath his hand. Crooning softly at his husband when he fluttered his lips against that hot cheek again. Down towards that tightly clenched jaw. Soft kisses that had a breath hissing through clenched teeth when Shouta shuddered to which he happily pressed his lips softly along the edge of his jaw. The black-haired man was squirming against him.
Incapable of keeping still as those crossed legs squirmed and rubbed together before uncrossing quickly prompting him to lift his hand up. Hovering while Shouta recrossed his legs tightly with a tremble to his squirming thighs. His left hand clutching at his pajama pants while the right gripped at the hem of his shirt. Trembling breaths leaving his husband as legs bounced wildly. It shouldn't make him so hot. Shouldn't be such a damn turn on to feel Shouta shaking lightly against him. To feel him sitting so stiffly.
Trying his best to hold back what he could only imagine to be too much. An agonizing amount that was only being added into more, more, more with each hour. Minute. Second. It shouldn't make him burn with trembling breaths of his own to know his husband was dying for him to say it. Desperate for him to give the green light for them both to make their bedroom. To their bathroom. Pleading silently for him to allow him that window so he could go. It had his heart skipping wildly against his chest as his stomach fluttered viciously.
Fuck him, it turned him on. Choking him up knowing that Shouta was dying for something as simple as a piss. That he had the control on the advancement of their scene. He placed his hand back down onto that trembling thigh with a squeeze that had the black-haired man whining at him quietly. Twitching when he trailed his lips down below his jaw. Towards his throat where his hearing aids picked up that quiet sound of a swallow. A light rocking back and forth was picked up by his squirming husband.
Unable to stay still a second more it seemed as he slid his hand towards that tensing inner thigh. Not yet. He knew it wouldn't take much for his husband to crack. To beg him to go. He wasn't holding himself yet but he knew he was damn close to openly doing so. Relying on his shaking legs wouldn't last him much longer. Not with how tightly he'd held them together after so long. With how they were squirming together in between his agitated bouncing. Rubbing and pressing with that quiet desperation.
Rocking back and forth when it seemed to work best with tight shakes of his hips. A display that had him swallowing down a low groan as Shouta tipped his head back with a whine as he trailed soft, fluttering kisses over it. Nipping at that bobbing Adam's Apple as he slid his hand along that flexing inner thigh. Rasping, shallow breaths leaving his husband as he slid his hand up towards a hip. His own breath hitched when he slid his hand up over the waistband of those pajama pants that had been lowered slightly.
His stomach felt tense. Swollen perhaps? Was it possible to feel a full bladder from the outside like that? It had a groan slipping free despite his best attempt to keep it down when his husband shuddered. The clenching muscles trembled lightly beneath fingertips. Daring to press down with the trace of a firmer touch only to have Shouta jerk his lower half away. Whimpering when thighs squirmed as hands clutched at their holds. Not much longer. He wasn't there yet but he knew Shouta couldn't take much more of it.
And he wished he could feel disgusting. Wished he could feel awful knowing his husband was waiting for him to say something. But it was hard. Oh, it was so hard when Shouta was squirming restlessly. Twisting and bouncing in his seat as hands clutched at his pajama pants and the hem of his shirt. Four hours his husband had been holding it. Four hours wasn't very long but with as much as he had been drinking? He had the distinct feeling from the beginning Shouta wouldn't be able to hold five hours.
Not without calling it close. Not with his drink choices that he knew would make it impos sible when he'd asked for those cups full of juice. The few cups of water to break it all up. Adding onto it the avoidance of the bathroom? It would bring anyone close to a breaking point. Four hours wasn't very long but it was long enough. A shiver ran down his back when his husband whined shrilly at him with a shake of his hips down against his spot. They were nearing that peak of true desperation. When Shouta would do anything.
"How are you feeling, baby? Are you okay? In any pain?" A shiver ran over his husband when he rested his drifting hand over Shouta's waist to squeeze at him gently. Moving his thumb to roll circles into him through the fabric of his shirt to bring even a bit of comfort. To soothe the light shake making its way over his husband as he gave another squeeze. "Talk to me, baby. Do you need to stop?"
"'m fine! I-I can't- I don't think I should drink anymore! Don't think I can." It was a low, rasping response through teeth that had him nuzzling up beneath his husband's jaw with a low hum as he squeezed at his waist only to feel thighs squirming when Shouta swallowed. "I-I don't think I can wait five hours, Zashi! I didn't think it'd get this fucking bad so fast, yo-you know? Is that okay? I know you said five but I-I don't think I can handle that."
"That's more than fine, baby! It's not about holding it until you're in pain, sweet thing, or holding it longer to make me happy! If you can't do five then you can't do five. It's as simple as that." Shouta shifted in his spot again when he hummed softly at the black-haired man with another nuzzle. There was the faintest trace of that amber scented cologne of his clinging to the spot. Weak but it was nice. "God knows you've done more than enough for me with four hours, baby! Can you really drink anymore?"
A hiss of breath as taken when Shouta swallowed. Writhing in his spot as he let his gaze flicker down to the hands tightening on their holds on his clothing with shaking fingers. White knuckled to fight that urge to hold himself yet. "Whi-Which do you want me to finish? It can't be both, I can't do both, Zashi. I might need help. Walking, I mean! I don't think I can go very far on my own!"
Swallowing down yet another sound clawing at his throat, he squeezed at his husband's waist before lifting his fingers up. Drifting his fingertips lightly along the top of his pajama pants. Moving forward towards his stomach to which hips jerked down away from his trailing fingers. Just a little more. "Are you sure you can handle finishing off that cup, baby? That there's any more room to fit all of it? It's only been four hours but you've got to be bursting, aren't you? So full you can't sit still for even a second?"
"Shut up! Don't say shit like that!" Such familiar words that would hold a venom to them any other time. A hiss that would have him backing off rather quickly when it was aimed his way however he found not a drop of it. The usual venom was nonexistent in his husband's voice when he squirmed. Rather than venomous it was frantic. Desperate for him to be quiet rather than to tease. Drifting his fingers over Shouta's lower stomach had muscles quivering when the black-haired man jerked back.
"Don't say it? But isn't it true? Didn't you just say you might need help walking, baby? Isn't it the truth? You've drank so much coffee, juice and water over four hours plus everything you had before that has to be driving you crazy." A weak, guttural noise left his husband as hands tightened on his clothing again. Thighs squirming together as his crossed legs tightened. "I bet you're so full you can't drink half of that water, can you? So full I could feel it, couldn't I?"
"You're talking like I'm the one who gets a fuckin' hard on over a piss kink! Do you want me to drink the damn water or not? Are we moving or not?" Oh. Oh, he could hear that frantic desperation beneath the snarl of words ripping out of his husband with a heat that had been lacking previously. Pulling back, his stomach flipped when those dark eyes narrowed him. Cheeks flushed with that tight clench to his jaw as brows squeezed together with shaking hands pulling at his cloths before jerking back into place.
Was it worse than he initially thought? It had been riveting seeing the black-haired man squirming subtly earlier while trying to wave away concern. When he'd been sitting stiffly against his side during that movie only to finally twist and squirm in his spot now that they were alone. Letting that desperation grip at him without a drop of shame now that it was just the two of them. "I'll make you an offer, baby. You can chug the rest of that Dr. Pepper and we go to the bathroom. Or you drink a third of your cup in the kitchen."
"What's the catch? You're talking like there's a-a loophole or some shit!" Again, those hands were jerking in their places as legs tightened together. Squeezing until they trembled lightly with squirming, rubbing thighs that had his husband fidgeting with knees bouncing impatiently. "God, I swear you just let me choose all the shit that runs right fucking through me, didn't you? Or did you intentionally let me pick those, huh?"
"You said I was in control of it all, didn't you? We agreed you'd pick what you want, and I'd give you your portions. It's not my fault that you chose everything that goes right through you, baby." Pressing his fingers lightly to his husband's lower stomach had him flinching. "I gave you your portions and you asked for more. You knew how they go through you, and you still asked for them, didn't you? Four hours gone and you're so full it has to ache, doesn't it?"
"The loophole, Zashi! Tell me what the fuck you want me to do before I piss myself on this damn couch and you don't get to try your fucking thing!" There it was! Oh, it sent a shiver down his back at that snarling, venomous tone of his husband's as dark eyes narrowed on him. Legs shook lightly from their tight press only for Shouta to curse under his breath as his legs uncrossed quickly. Thrown over one another again in a renewed twist together as hands curled into tight fists near the tops of his thighs.
It was fucking hot. God, it shouldn't be, but it was. Swallowing, he fought that urge to dig his fingers into his husband's stomach. To press down onto his bladder until he could feel the full organ beneath his fingers. There'd be time to do that in another scene. Instead, he shifted to the edge of his seat with dark eyes following him as he moved. "You'd drink a thirds of that glass, half if you can handle it, while I run the sink. Or you drink that soda and wait the full five hours. That's your choice, baby. Which will it be?"
He knew Shouta thought he could handle it. He was reaching his limit but there was a part of his husband that was convinced he could. Dark eyes darted to the table where his bottle sat with a few sips gone leaving it just below full. Hell, it could be seen as nearly full. Hardly touched. Compared with the half cup of water that his husband gulped at with melting ice. He watched the bob of that Adam's Apple when his husband swallowed before eyes flicked back to him. "Water."
"You sure about that, baby? Do you really have to go so bad you can't stand waiting another hour? Even half of that?" Eyes narrowed at him when thighs rubbed together, to which he let his gaze flick over to the table to the glass with its melting ice. The task seemed innocent to his husband. Seemed innocent enough but he knew that it was a choice that would merely backfire on his husband who had been holding since they returned home. "Alright then! Stand up slowly, yeah? I'll grab the cup and help you, baby!"
Standing up quickly, he looked over when Shouta nodded at him with that tightness to his jaw. His fists shifted uncertainly with legs tightening. Squeezing with a rub before he was shifting to the edge of the cushion with a slow slide. Taking his time as his trembling hands pressed to the edge on either side of him. Bracing down as he moved with much slower movements before uncrossing his legs slowly. Letting out a slow breath, his husband stood up quickly with a grunt as his hands pushed on the cushion.
And he bent forward. A slight, hunched position as hands flew forward only to with a hit against his thighs. His husband's tight jaw wiggling side to side as his teeth gnashed together with that look of determination to his flushed face. He reached over to grab at the cup of water, the melting ice cubes clinking against the sides of it in a rattle. He then reached out with his right arm to curl around his husband's waist as the black-haired man tensed. Shallow breaths leaving him when he squeezed gently at him without jostling.
Pulling at him too roughly. Dark eyes flicked up at him with another of those tight nods as he began to navigate the both of them through that cramped space between the couch and coffee table. It should be wrong how excited he was. Hot. Just as flushed as his husband. His cheeks throbbed lightly with the force of the heat burning there when his stomach flipped. That ache twisting into him when Shouta whined under his breath as they side stepped out before being eased forward into a careful walk.
Inching forward as Shouta's hands trembled against his thighs again with that slightly hunched position. The stiff set of his thighs pressed together when they could. It had him unfairly excited as it had watching Shouta's legs bounce and rub together. Crossing then recrossing again and again in the twenty five minutes he'd been in the living room after rejoining him. It was easy to see in hindsight the squirms and fidgets his husband had tried to keep subtle. Strategic movements that kept Hitoshi or Eri from questioning him.
Hidden easily when he had been bustling around the kitchen couldn't hide it. Filling up so much faster today than he had the previous times. Was coffee the aiding factor? The water he'd sipped at in between his juices that he okayed? It clicked then when he looked to that flushed, determined face as they eased into the hallway with slow even steps. He'd asked Shouta to go to the bathroom before they started. He'd seen Shouta go towards their bedroom when he'd gone to the living room. Had Shouta not gone?
Was that it? Did his husband put on a show of going but in reality, he hadn't? It would explain the level of desperation his husband was cresting towards. The squirms, bounces and fidgets that had been steadily increasing over that third hour throughout the movie. He'd have to pry the truth out of his husband once the scene came to its end. He wanted to throw his suspicions at Shouta yet he bit his tongue. He'd rather avoid putting his scatter brained husband through it when his focus was elsewhere.
There'd be more than enough time to put his husband through the wringer if he had to prove his point that it wasn't safe to do it like this. That he didn't want his husband to possible hurt himself. Making their way down the hallway with those slow steps, shuddering breaths left his husband only to pause in the entrance of the kitchen. Bending slightly, a hand shot out to the doorframe with a white knuckled grip as the black-haired man grunted. Legs coming to twist together in a tight cross that had them shaking lightly.
Squeezing his eyes shut had black lashes fluttering against red cheeks. His squirming thighs shaking when another strained grunt leaving the man. He rubbed soothing circles into his husband's lower back gently as he rode out that wave. He dragged his teeth over his lip once, twice, when Shouta fidgeted on his feet. Hips giving that tight shake side to side in an antsy motion to no doubt work out that desperation he could see mounting further. It was a simplistic action that he recognized very easily.
It was identical to the way he had done it the very first time they tried omorashi. When his husband had been bent forward against his desk before they'd run for the car. It had that heat flashing in a burst under his skin as he rubbed those circles into Shouta's back until the black-haired man was straightening up again. Legs untwisting slowly yet there was a stiff set to his thighs as they inched into the kitchen. Shouta clinging onto his shirt down near his waist where it trembled lightly. Holding onto him for dear life.
Like he was an anchor. An inflatable ring keeping him afloat. The other curled near his own hip uncertainly when he eased his husband forward just before the sink when he held the glass out. Dark eyes flickered down to it when the hand stretched out clinging onto him squeezed before pulling away. A bob of his Adam's Apple as he swallowed before that gaze flicked up to meet his evenly. There was a spark of reluctance, but the determination glowed. As if he truly did have that confidence, he could still do this.
That he could handle a few sips more despite his tightly pressed thighs. The squirming of his hips as that hand drifted closer towards his crotch before jerking away. The black-haired man then nodded tightly before reaching up to take the slick glass from him when he turned towards the sink. Grabbing the handle as he glanced over his flushed husband who had a brief moment of uncertainty. Doubt. He gave his husband a moment to debate this. To give him the silent chance to back out as he had for the past four hours.
It wasn't the end of the world if his husband couldn't do it anymore. If he wanted to rush this along to get to the end. He was already fucking hot over the situation. Getting a boost with each shake of his hips and the fidgeting squirms. The rubbing thighs that squeezed together as the water in the glass sloshed in time with the light shake to his husband's hand. After receiving another nod as that determined expression the glass was raised up. Resting lightly on that bottom lip when he flipped the handle.
Listening to the water run deafeningly into the sink as Shouta tilted that glass back. Gulping at it frantically with dark brows squeezing together tightly. A whine breaking out of his husband as thin lines of water dribbled from the corners of his mouth. Dripping off of his chin to his chest. It was aweing. How did his husband make it look so easy? Or was it merely that confidence coming into play? He was gulping at that water like a lifeline. As if it was a hurdle he needed to get over as fast as he possibly could.
And then Shouta was choking. Gurgling on that water when the glass was lowered away as his husband gasped in a heaving breath as he bent forward. Legs twisting together again as water dripped down his chin as that hand finally shoved itself between trembling thighs. He acted quickly in reaching out to steady his husband as he took the glass away. Placing it on the counter, the black-haired man gasped in a breath as hips squirmed restlessly back and forth. A cagey side to side when that left hand darted out.
Clinging onto his waist again with a crackling whimper flying out of his husband. It wouldn't take much. Not much at all. Swallowing, he turned to shut the faucet off without a word to his husband when he shuffled into place against his side. Wrapping his arm around his waist as he squirmed with knuckles going white in that squeezing grip he had on himself. Whining when legs tightened in their cross with a light shake from that strength used. Squeezing together for all their worth to stay together as he hummed softly.
Rubbing at his husband's side gently to provide that comfort. The silence reassurance. Soothing circles until the black-haired man was fidgeting restlessly with another cagey side to side shake of his hips with a low grunt leaving him. Enough was enough. He'd pushed it further only to find that breaking point he knew his husband to be inches from. It was now or it was never. Four hours with so much liquid would go through anyone quickly if they avoided the bathroom. Especially if his husband hadn't gone before they started.
God knows he'd be cursed just for the number of times the black-haired man would be rushing to the bathroom tonight. He felt Shouta turning slightly in his arm to face towards the direction of their small hallway. Moving with him, he kept his arm tightly around his waist as legs untwisted to inch forward. That hand refused to move an inch. Remaining buried between rubbing thighs, the black-haired man inched forward slowly to which he followed. Much slower than their pace getting from the living room to here.
But he had not a problem with it. If it got worse for the black-haired man, however, then he'd scoop him off of his feet. Rush for their bathroom as they had that very first time. Shouta's shaking breaths were loud in the kitchen much like the quiet brush of feet over the tiles. His own heart was throbbing against his chest with solid beats that had his stomach dropping. Nervousness spiking into him as he tightened his arm around the black-haired man. What if he didn't like it? What would happen then? What if he hated it?
What if Shouta couldn't stop if he hated it? And what would he do if he did like it? God knows he was already unfairly aroused watching his husband all night long. Been boiling in his own skin with that heat burning in his face in a blush that no doubt was identical to his husband's. What did he do if he liked this? Shouta had already expressed his dislike in omorashi which meant this would in turn be an even rarer event. A truly once in a life time event rather than a blue moon one. But he could live with that.
If anything, he'd have to return the favor to his husband. He had too. The black-haired man had been going above and beyond for him since last week with his garter belt set, he'd bought with Nemuri. How could he not return it? A sudden high keening whimper left his husband as they hit the carpet. Bending forward, a low curse left Shouta as the hand clinging onto him joined the other. Squeezing down as legs pressed tightly together with their light shake. Knees pinching inwards rather than twisting those shaking legs together.
A reedy whine ripped free when Shouta's head lifted. Dark eyes locking onto him. Pleading with him as teeth dug into that lower lip with another whimper leaving his husband. Shaking hips with a twist on feet when teeth were dragging over that lip in a high pitched gasp when arms flexed with a renewed press. Pulling his arm from around his husband's waist, he bent down wrapping his arms around his knees instead. The other wrapping around his lower back as he heaved Shouta up into his arms with a grunt of his own.
Adjusting his grip on him with another grunt leaving him as Shouta whined with a squirm. Rushing forward, he clutched the black-haired man to his chest as he squeezed his arm around his thighs. Helping in keeping his legs pressing tightly together. He had no confirmation of it but God if it didn't have heat ripping under his skin to claw insistently beneath it. Hot at the mere idea of what had just happened to his poor husband. Rushing forward to their bedroom doors when there was another squirm.
He used his foot to open the doors then shut them awkwardly behind them with a deafening crack together. He didn't care. All that mattered was getting to their bathroom before that thread Shouta was clinging onto snapped on both of them. The soft thuds of his footsteps on the carpet were loud as he rushed forward around the bed towards the open bathroom door. A shrill whimper leaving his squirming husband as his head rested against his shoulder. Shuddering breaths leaving him as thighs squeezed together again.
An action that reinforced his own squeeze around them. Making his way around the corner of the bed, he flew forward over the carpet into the bathroom. The bottom of his feet brushing of the tiles was loud. He carefully placed Shouta back down onto his feet gently. A grimace flickered over his husband's face as legs twisted together with hands pressing fiercely between squirming thighs. Rubbing together with another of those cagey shakes of his hips as he turned on his feet to shut the door as his breath hitched.
Flicking the lock into place, he knew there was no time to rush out and ensure their bedroom doors were locked. No time. Shouta was at his limit, and he needed to do something about it now. They had discussed how they were going to do this. The pacing. The breathing he'd have to focus on. It was nothing old to know that his lung capacity was insane but to constantly gulp? It was going to be a test on how it affected his held breath. His husband had made him to promise to tap on his thigh should he need him to stop.
He hadn't said a damn thing, but he had to wonder if at that point his husband would be able to stop. If he could. It sent shivers down his back when the whimper leaving the black-haired man rang off the walls with its tinny quality. Turning on his feet, he couldn't help but hesitate when Shouta leaned his right hip to the counter. In the brilliant lighting with his husband in front of him rather than next to him he could see it. He had suspected it of happening but the reality of it had his breath hitching on a wheeze.
Running down the inside of that left pant leg was a thick dark line creeping down towards Shouta's knee. Sticking to his thigh. It had his stomach flipping with that excitement as heat clawed up beneath the surface of his skin. It had his dick twitching excitedly when he weaved uncertainly on his feet. Hesitating himself before dropping down onto his knees before his husband as he slid his hands up shaking thighs. Giving a squeeze earned himself another whimper from the black-haired man. Waiting impatiently.
Swallowing, he looked up at his husband when he noticed a light tremor to his hands. He licked his lips before clearing his throat. It was odd to feel so nervous. So worried about trying something new yet burning up with that heat boiling through his veins the way it was. He let his gaze flick down to the dark line soaking into the inner fabric of that pajama leg. So close to that breaking point already. His brain was all too happy to give him the idea of his husband flying out of bed all night. That desperation spanning hours.
Squirming and twisting next to him before giving up as he crawled out of bed. Swallowing again, he looked back up at his husband's flushed face. "Once more, baby, I just need to ask, okay? Are you really okay with me doing this? Really okay with me drinking your-?"
"Yes! God, it's fucking gross but I-I don't care! For the love of everything good and pure, you're going to fucking do this, Hizashi! If you don't then I'm going to strangle you tonight each time I get up to go to the bathroom, you hear me? You are not going to waste a chance for something that you want to try because you're worried! I love you and your constant, stupid checking on consent but now is not the time! Now make up your mind and do it! I can't hold it anymore! I want to fucking go! Please!"
There was a desperation to his husband's voice that pitched it higher. Trembling despite the snap to his words that tried for the venomous edge he'd used in the living room. But he was failing at it. He'd have to act fast. Be as seamless as he possibly can. Squeezing at Shouta's shaking thighs, he slid his hands up to tug at those tightly clamped hands carefully. Once he worked the black-haired man's right hand away from himself, he reached his hand up to curl fingers over the waistband of his pants and boxers.
Shivering at the keening whimper above him when he tugged at the fabric to reveal a hip. Using his left hand to pull at that shaking hand gripping tightly at his crotch. A white knuckled grip on himself that couldn't feel good at all. It was a grip that looked downright painful. Humming softly at his husband with another pull on that shaking hand. He slid his other hand along the waistbands to lower his clothing down. Hands jerked up to shove them down to the tops of his thighs when he took a slow, deep breath.
Sucking in as much as he possibly could to make that hold bearable. To get him halfway through. He then reached up to grab at his husband's dripping dick. Leaning forward as he fought down that hesitation when he finished that long breath to glance up. A painful desperation twisted on that flushed face above him. Had his husband whimpering down at him when he fought that urge to swallow as he moved in. Covering the head of his dick before sliding forward. Just enough to allow the head to rest before his piercing.
A shudder broke over his husband paired with another of those keening, reedy whimpers when hands flew to his hair. Clinging onto him as he hummed softly up at the black-haired man when he raised his hands up. Squeezing at shaking thighs that pressed together tightly. Shaking breaths being taken above him when he felt fingers tightening on his hair. There were a few drops that held a faint bitterness. A weak dribble that was stopped as he held himself still for his husband. Waiting. His brows twitched together.
Shouta whined above him with thighs tensing underneath his hands with a restless rub together. Stiff under his hands when he felt another dribble leave his husband only for it to be cut short. Shaking with that desperation yet he wasn't letting himself. Why? Why wasn't he letting what was inevitable happen? He squeezed at his husband again earning himself a ready sound followed by a weak spurt. One that had a hitching breath being taken above him. Shouta was hardly the type to have a shy bladder when it came to going around him.
Countless times in the morning did he walk in on his husband using the bathroom to get ready. Many times when Shouta would trudge in to get ready while he was using it. So what was it? Was it simply the reality of the situation coming down on his husband? Or was he feeling a rare burst of shyness? Nervousness? He hummed at the black-haired man when he shifted his weight from foot to foot in an antsy fidget with another shrill whine. Were the same doubts creeping on his husband as they had for him in the kitchen?
Worrying endlessly above him while putting off that pressing need that had him leaking seconds ago? Had the pantleg of his wet? He couldn't hold it forever. They both knew he wasn't going to last another hour which left him one solution. He knew he had perhaps pushed too far with the sink but Shouta needed to go. Especially if his husband had lied about going to the bathroom before they went. It had to be agony. There was not a chance the black-haired man could last much longer on him. Why was he holding still?
Refusing? The faint taste that came with the weaker dribbles and drips spoke volumes. Told him all he needed to know. Shouta was overthinking it. He was locking up with the refusal to go. Stage-fright, perhaps? He knew he couldn't exactly turn the sink on or mimic that rushing water to make his husband let go. He did, however, have a wicked idea that he knew would get him exactly what he needed. Exactly what Shouta needed right now. Sliding his left hand up, he slid it across his husband's hip towards his lower stomach.
A hissing breath was taken above him when he felt the muscles quivering beneath his fingers. Tensing instinctively. No good. They'd get nowhere if Shouta didn't let go. His husband would hurt himself if he didn't. He slid his fingers over the warmth of his skin before fanning them out over the area with a soft hum. Rolling gentle circles into the spot had his husband whining down at him with a shudder when he suddenly got a spurt. One that had him swallowing instinctively before muscles were tensing again.
He hummed at his husband as he ignored that bitter taste spreading over his tongue when he abandoned his gentle touch to shove. Pushing at those trembling muscles fiercely with a kneading that allowed him to press down firmly. Digging into Shouta as hard as he dared without causing pain. Until he was convinced he could feel the edges of that full bladder. It had sparks of heat racing down his back when his husband whimpered. Another spurt left him. Longer this time to which the man tensed instinctively.
Massaging his fingers into that tense stomach of his, he gave another hard push at the black-haired man. Digging his fingers into him with that shove. And it worked. He'd never been happier he had such amazing lung capacity to hold his breath down. A shudder rolled over his husband as the thigh beneath his right hand relaxed beneath it. Trembling when a bouncing, deafening moan flew out of his husband as that dam broke. A twitch of his dick gave way for a spurt that held no chance of a slow start.
Swallowing frantically, that stream gushed out of his husband with a shuddering gasp above him. It flew out of Shouta on a keening, breathless moan as fingers tightened in his hair when he dropped his hand from his stomach. Bringing it down to instead clutch at the black-haired man's shaking thighs instead. Focusing on gulping down the liquid hat kept coming, coming, coming. The desperation to the gushing stream that hissed faintly with a muffled quality that sent shivers down his back as he swallowed frantically.
It was a dizzying rush as he listened to the breathy moans spilling out of the black-haired man with muscles shaking. And he was drowning. Suffocating. Thriving. God, there was so much coming so fast he couldn't help but feel one wrong gulp away from choking from it. There was a bitter, salty taste to it that had shivers running down his back with a faint flicker of disgust. A quiet insistence in the back of his mind screaming he shouldn't find anything about this good. Not a thing could make piss taste good.
And yet he wasn't pulling away. He wasn't tapping at his husband's thighs to get him to stop hands squeezed at his hair. If anything, it had his stomach flipping sickeningly as he listened to those breathy moans above him. The sound of his own frantic gulping that was painfully audible in the small room. Struggling to keep up with his husband. It was salty. Acrid on his tongue with a bitterness that had his nose scrunching yet he couldn't stop. Couldn't think of stopping when that stream kept coming, coming, coming.
So much being swallowed down had his stomach filling faster than he'd liked to admit. It was so hot. He swore he felt each gulp as it made its way down to his stomach. He bunched the fabric of his husband's pajama bottoms in his hands. Holding onto him with that urge to breathe through the gulps he was taking. Hard swallows that had his throat aching. And he fucking loves it. Oh, he knew he shouldn't, but it was fucking amazing. It was easy not to pay attention to that acrid taste gushing into his mouth.
Shivers raced down his back at the breathy moan leaving his husband that deepened into a throaty pitch. Shouta's legs were shaking. He could feel it. After all, it wasn't hard at all to think of how good that had to feel. Four hours with no bathroom breaks during or before? To drink all those cups he had? It had to be agony on the black-haired man to hold it that long. It was hardly their longest hold but God knows it had to be agonizing. To continue drinking despite that mounting pressure as liquid was added to his bladder.
Leaving him stuffed to the brim and fuck him if that thought didn't have his skin blazing with a rip of heat as his own thighs squeezed together. Giving that pressure to soothe the ache that was knotting itself into him. Twisting viciously into him as his dick twitched excitedly to which he squeezed his thighs together tighter. Tight, tight, tight as he clung onto shaking legs when fingers gripped at him with a shaking breath left his husband. He opened his eyes to peer up at the blurry view over the tops of his glasses.
Watching Shouta's head fall back with a throaty groan flying out of the man. Bouncing off of the walls deafeningly when he swore that stream picked up speed. Gushing faster than he could swallow as a thin dribble broke free from the left corner of his mouth down his chin. Dripping off idly in a consistent dribble as he swallowed frantically. It was going to kill his throat later to be swallowing so fast with such hard gulp. To continue the action repeatedly with no relief until it was over. But he had too if he wanted to keep up.
It was purely luck he had taken him back enough to keep him from drowning him under it. Especially when that stream was aimed at the back of his throat in order to make it easier on him. To give him a chance to swallow around that hissing stream when they'd been talking about it. Oh, how different reality was to theory. To wonder about. For the angle didn't stop his cheeks from filling ever so slightly. Bulging when he failed to gulp it down quickly. Had it dripping down his chin in dribbles that had him focusing.
Clamping his lips tightly around his husband to keep that leaking from worsening. From causing a mess that he knew would leave Shouta mortified. Fuck, he felt amazing. It was heating him up from the inside out with each gulp he took. The salty taste was hard a deterrent. The bitterness to it. God, he had seen countless videos when he'd been researching this. Diving down those rabbit holes. It always looked like the participants enjoyed it. Found a pleasure in it that always ended the video with the typical sex scene.
However, it was yet another thing that didn't quite align with reality. And he fucking loves that it didn't. This was a pleasure he hadn't quite hoped for but was still very much welcomed. It was a thrill that had his own hands shaking lightly when his dick gave another excited twitch at that heat. Boiling. Burning. Feeling that arousal twisting tightly with each gulp he took. All night he'd been so warm watching his husband squirming and fidgeting restlessly in his seat. Hands that had fought to grab at himself.
Fighting against the temptation to hold himself until the very last minute. The whines and whimpers hidden under his breath with thighs squirming and rubbing together. The blush that had smothered over his cheeks when he caught his gaze before looking away. It was hot. He might never know what was so hot about it but all that mattered is it did. And this? This was merely a bonus. If watersports was another level to omorashi then what more was there? What more could he find? What could he get away with?
It had him soaring as he gulped at that rushing flow. The bitterness of it was slowly but steadily becoming bearable. It wasn't a taste he could say he loved above all overs but fuck it lit a fire in his stomach. His lungs itched for the simplistic desire to huff out even a small breath through his nose. But that would then risk the temptation of taking a new breath. He knew if he gave into it that it'd be the end of it. He'd lose that long breath he had taken and drown under that stream that just kept coming.
There was an ache radiating through his knees as they dug into the floor that spread up to his thighs. Another low moan left his husband from above him when he shut his eyes again rather than strain them trying to see up. It had him shuddering when he felt a renewed force to that stream bursting out of his husband. How long? How much more could he have in him? Or was he merely wrapped up in his head? To focused on swallowing to keep from drowning to focus on time? Or was this merely just four hours worth?
Did that mean it took a while then? He had not a problem either way with it. God knows he didn't. It sent shivers down his back as he felt a dribble escape the right side of his mouth to drip down his chin. Landing onto his shirt to create what he knew would create a wet spot. Better than the floor. On his husband's feet. His throat ached lightly from the force of his swallows when he squeezed the pajama pants in his grasp. There was so much. His stomach felt sickeningly full from the amount he'd gulped down.
His throat aching from the frantic chugging he was doing. It left him dizzy. Euphoric. How could he like something so much? How could he find himself hotter than anything over it? He wouldn't say he loves it so much he'd want it as bad as their normal omorashi but he likes it. Oh, he'd happily do this again when he had the chance to do so. When Shouta was comfortable with the idea of this rather than the normal hold that they usually did together. His chest felt so tight. Like he was suffocating with the breath he held down.
Strangled. But he didn't want to stop. Not yet. His chin itched from that consistent dribble rushing down it on either side. Annoying but he happily ignored it. Ignored that slow building itch in his lungs. The faintest burn that was insisting quietly for relief. To take a breath and clear out his tight chest. He couldn't stop yet to do it. Not when he had that suspicion there was still so much left in Shouta that he felt determined to guzzle down. To do it all in one go but could he? Was that something he could handle?
That stream was coming so fast with a desperation to its strength. The thickness of it and the speed that had his cheeks beginning to bulge slightly when he didn't swallow fast enough. Drowning. It was strangely embarrassing listening to the sound of his gulping as he swallowed desperately. To the shaking breath being taken above him as hands tightened in his hair. The whines that carried the unmistakable relief to them. An occasional low groan from the black-haired man that sent shivers down his back.
The faint, muffled hiss of that gushing stream. God, he knew he could hold his breath longer. Needed too if he was to keep drinking and get it down in one fail swoop but that desire to breathe much like his husband was tempting. It was so unbearably tempting when he felt a mild tug on his hair that had him swallowing down a sound threatening to use his breath. Tingles raced down his back when his aching knees slid over the tiles when he fidgeted. Releasing his tight grip on his pajama bottoms to hold onto his thighs again.
Curling to hold onto the backs of them as they shook beneath his grip. Swallowing, swallowing, swallowing. Trying not to drown under the torrent of piss. He could only imagine the relief it had to bring with it if his husband had so much in him. Still had so much he could keep going so long. Or was his time perception indeed thrown off? He didn't know. Couldn't know. His dick twitched at another pull of his hair when nails scratched weakly at his scalp. Tingles raced down his back with a twisting of heat beneath his skin.
God, he couldn't imagine the scenario unfurling any better. That acrid, salty taste was surprisingly bearable. The bitterness easy to think around. All that mattered was drinking. Gulping down what he could before he even thought of taking a breather in between. Another of those low groans left his husband had him shuddering at the heat it sent blazing under his skin. Ripping beneath the surface of it with the shrieking demand to be satisfied. To have a stimulation of some kind to give it the relief he needed.
It had his thighs rubbing together awkwardly as his dick twitched. Aching. God, tonight had to be by far the best damn night for him. He fucking loves it when his husband agrees to do a scene with omorashi. To hear the black-haired man whimpering and whining as he pleaded for him to let him go. Taking drinks until those legs were twisted so tight, they shook. Hands holding his crossed knees to keep himself in control. How breathtaking that pleading look on his husband's face was when he was rocking his seat.
When he had his hands buried between rubbing thighs. Something he wished he'd gotten earlier but God knows it was just as hot. To see hands clutching at his clothing to keep from openly holding himself? It was fucking hot. And hearing those wildly bouncing sounds leaving his husband? Their ranges from low to breathy had his blood boiling through his veins. Had that rush of blood he was waiting for as he groaned internally with a hard swallow. Digging his knees into the floor when his dick gave a volley of twitches.
Letting himself sink under that heat. Giving up on that urge he'd had all night to keep his mind off of it. To keep himself in line. To keep himself from focusing too much on the soft, reedy sounds his husband made. God, the airy sighs leaving his husband now had his stomach flipping as his thighs rubbed together with pain radiating up them. An ache that had him clutching at his husband in a hard squeeze. So much was spilling over. Dripping down his chin as he struggled to keep up as his cheeks filled.
Bulging out again, again, again. He was slowing. Struggling. He couldn't let it get into his lungs. Couldn't afford to choke on it. How close was he to finished? He truly couldn't have that much in him after four hours could he? If he kept slowing like this, it would spill over and Shouta would have no warning. The black-haired man would be mortified if he let even the slightest chance of him being pissed on happen. It wasn't something they had planned for tonight. It was this thought that left him with two options.
Either he pulled off now to catch his breath or he figured out a way to breathe through his gulps to surge through it. To see this through to the end without exhausting himself. Squeezing at the back of Shouta's thighs, he let out that long breath out on a rushed exhale through his nose before taking another. Using it when he gulped down the gathering liquid. In. Swallow. Out. In. Swallow. Out. It was a rhythm he needed to keep going as he took his shaking breaths in between each gulp he took while trying to be careful.
To keep from inhaling while he swallowed when fingers tightened on his hair. Opening his eyes, he lifted his gaze up to find Shouta's worried gaze on him. Brows twitching from their tight squeeze as teeth dug into that lower lip. Concern pinching at that flushed face. He wished he had that air to hum up at his husband. To let him know he was okay. Fuck, he was better than okay. He was hot, hot, hot. Burning up when that ache speared up his thighs from another dig of his knees into the floor with a huff.
Leaning up with a renewed gusto to get to that tail end of it. To finish what he had started. Gulping at that bitter, salty stream fast as he could in-between the gasps of air he took through his nose. Careful swallows now that breathing had been added into the mix. He couldn't afford to inhale it into his lungs. To get an infection somehow. Shouta would never let him do this again. Would never allow the idea of it again. Gulping at that gushing stream in between swallows had his focus. The attention he needed to use.
Balancing them was choppy as he held his breath to take quick gulps. An desperate attempt to keep his cheeks from bulging out too much. It was subtle but he could feel it. The force, the speed, was weakening. Not quite slow but nowhere near the jetting strength it had been seconds ago. It was amazing either way. Certainly he couldn't say if he closed his eyes it would be no different to any other liquid. Any other drink. It had that salty, bitter taste that allowed it to be mistaken for anything else. Unmistakable.
And yet he was all too happy to gulp it down. His stomach ached from the constant chugging of it yet he didn't want to stop. Not yet. Not when they were reaching what he knew was the end. He clung onto his husband's thighs as the leaks from the corners of his mouth thickened ever so slightly yet he didn't pay it mind. Concentrating on sucking down his breaths in between the gulps. Dizzy. Euphoric. It should be a disgusting act that he didn't want to try with his husband. So horrid he'd pulled off at the start.
At that first taste. And yet he was harder than anything with that heat razing him apart from the inside out. Boiling his blood through his veins with a heat that made him feverish. So goddamn hot. Fidgeting with his knees sliding over the floor, he had fingers tightening in his hair. His erection twitched at the tingles it sent down his back when the black-haired man shuddered as he let out another of those long sighs. Trembling. As if that relief were too much to deny. He could see it blatantly in his husband's gaze.
A contrast to the concern that pinched at his flushed face. A look of such relief he swore he could feel it himself as he rubbed his own thighs together. What was it about this that made it hot? Surely not the taste, was it? Was it the mild degradation? The buildup of it all? He'd have to figure it out when he wasn't so dizzy. Wasn't so feverish. He gulped down another mouthful along with a whine in the back of his throat at the ache twisting into him. Shivering at the wet spot he felt forming into his boxers.
The result of the drops of pre-come. Just like the wet spot on his shirt that was merely growing with that consistent dribble down his chin. It was slowing. His cheeks bulged quicker than he liked but that stream was slowing considerably. Something he he gulped down with that spark of eagerness. Huffing through his nose as he clung onto Shouta's thighs when another gulp allowed him to swallow down a whine clawing at his throat. So close. So close to being done. His stomach felt fuller than he'd like.
Tight with the hours of piss he was gulping down. Fuck him, he was more than excited to finish what he had asked to start. He was damn euphoric. Hotter than he thought he'd be over it as fingers squeezed his hair in a pull that had sparks of heat racing down his back. Gulping as that stream slowed, slowed, slowed only to get a few faster jets followed by the tensing of muscles. Pushing out whatever was remaining as a quiet grunt left his husband as he slowed his swallows down. Easing from that hard gulp.
Losing that frantic speed as his chest ached from the shallow huffs he took. It was an almost saddening thing. A part of him felt reluctant to let it end. As desperate as he was for him to finish it left him feeling absolutely thrumming. Floating in his own head with the euphoria. The hunger for more once he popped off but with how his husband was shaking? Well, he knew it'd be unlikely. He wouldn't push for something his husband couldn't give him. Didn't have the strength to give him. Besides, he could take care of himself.
Releasing his tight hold on the backs of his husband's thighs, he slid his hands forward. Caressing the sides of shaking thighs as that stream tapered off to a weak dribble. A few weaker spurts had him hummed quietly as his heart jumped to his throat at the sudden silence. How loud it was without his frantic gulping or the airy noises leaving his husband. The muffled hissing of his stream gushing down his throat. It was loud save for shaking breaths being taken by the both of them. Gasping in breaths desperately.
And then Shouta scratched at his head. Firm scratches that sent shivers down his back only for it to pool into his stomach. So hot, hot, hot he was. Burning. Feverish. He felt a twitch of his husband's dick as he got another weak dribble before he hummed softly. Sliding forward, he flew down to the base of his husband's dick earning him a hissing breath when he pulled back to suckle at the head. Swirling his tongue beneath the ridge of the head before coming up to flatten his tongue against the slit.
Catching a faint trace of that acrid taste when he felt a droplet run down the corner of his mouth. He sucked lightly at him again before popping off to take a slow breath then let it out. A shuddering exhalation that broke up his gasps for air when he looked up to his flushed husband again. Pausing to clear his throat, he licked his lips catching that faint acrid taste at the corners of his mouth. An aftertaste of it on his tongue. Shuffling slightly, he slid his hands over Shouta's thighs before putting them down against the floor.
The hands in his hair worked themselves out gently allowing him to push himself up with a grunt. Surprised by the shakiness to his own legs as he grabbed at the counter to heave himself up. And God knows that temptation to crush his lips to those parting full ones was horrible. He couldn't. Wouldn't. God, he really wanted too but it was the boundary that Shouta had insisted upon during their quiet conversation in the kitchen. He wasn't to kiss the black-haired man or his face until he had brushed his teeth.
Rinsed his mouth out properly to ensure his mouth was clean again. Swallowing down that urge, he instead watched dark eyes drop down then with a flutter to black lashes before they widened slightly. Lips parting as his mouth dropped with that look of surprise when he followed that gaze down to himself before feeling that small stab of embarrassment. Looking up to catch that gaze that seemed- Not disgusted. Not fascinated either. Taken aback perhaps? Surprised as his face looked? Or was it something else?
There was a smaller twist of that mortification he'd felt hours ago in the living room. His face burned with a fresh wave of heat when he looked away from his husband. Bracing himself for the words he knew were coming. Had to be coming. He had given Shouta that permission after all. To call him gross. Disgusting. That once it was over, his husband had every right to change his opinion about the act. About him wanting to try this. His face burned uncomfortably hot when he shifted his weight from one foot to the other.
"You're hard." What did he say to that blunt observation? His gaze felt strangely magnetized to the counter when there was a rustle of clothing. Air being sucked through his teeth when he finally tore his gaze up from the cabinet to find Shouta fussing with the waistband of his pajama bottoms. Eyes flickered down before coming back up. "I, ah, didn't think you'd actually get so excited over doing this. Do you want help with it?"
Embarrassment was hardly a foreign feeling. Hardly something he didn't feel as intensely as his husband. Triggered as easily. His face ripped with a fresh wave of heat as his mouth dropped open. His lips moving silently for a moment. Words caught in his throat before he forced them out. "No! No, no, God, you don't have to do that! I-I can take care of this on my ow-own! If anything, why don't you take a shower, and I'll join you? I'll get you new pajamas, yeah? I appreciate your offering, but it's okay! I got to hands after all!"
Dark eyes narrowed on him when Shouta weaved on his feet before stepping forward. He stepped back instinctively when Shouta turned to grab at the toilet paper. Grabbing a small wad, the black-haired man turned back to him to wipe his chin lightly. "If you think I'm going to think you're disgusting, then you're wrong, Zashi. I said it before we started, didn't I? This isn't my thing, but it's yours, isn't it? All of this is? Then I don't have room to judge. I won't judge you for it, so don't look so embarrassed over it."
"Who are you, and when did you start saying all the sickening, mushy shit you always accuse me of saying? You're turning into a walking cliché, Shouta!" The corners of his husband's lips twitched before curling up into a smirk when the tissues were rubbed over his lips. At the corners of his mouth before Shouta was pulling away to toss it into the little bin. "It's okay, really, if you're not okay with it, baby! I won't be upset with that! I mean, you were honest about omorashi not being for you, weren't you?"
That smirk twitched when his husband turned back to him with hands coming up. Palms brushing over his cheeks, with thumbs sliding in a caress just below the bottoms of his glasses. "It's not my thing. It might never be my thing. But it's your thing, and I'm more than okay with doing this once in a blue moon, like we always have been. It won't kill me to give you something that makes you feel good. And this very clearly made you feel good, right? I made you feel good?"
"I mean, yes, you did! And yes, it does! But, baby, you can't-!"
"Then that's all that matters. Case closed. My husband likes piss stuff, so who am I to judge you on it when I like the idea of you fucking me in a public place?" Shouta then squeezed his cheeks gently when that smirk softened into that crooked smile. "Now, my pants and boxers are wet, and I need a fucking shower before we go to bed. So, will you join me?"
God, he could melt. He felt absolutely sick with that strange sloshing sensation in his stomach that flipped at the sight of that warmth. His heart was jumping in his throat as he swayed on his feet uncertainly when he took a deep breath before reaching up to lightly touch the backs of his husband's hands. Shifting to cover them as he finally let that smile curl over his lips. "Let me take care of myself, and I'll be right back, okay? Why don't you get the shower started for us, and I'll join you in a few minutes, baby?"
Shouta pulled at him then to which he happily let himself be pulled forward as lips pressed to his cheeks. Soft pecks that moved towards the bridge of his nose. Up against his eyebrow before moving up to his forehead. Soft, fluttering pecks that had his heart skipping with that surge of joy. Of affection he held for this man when a kiss was placed to the tip of his nose. Pulling back, he watched that soft smile twitched. "Don't rush on my account. I want you to wash your mouth out before you get in there, okay? I'd kiss you now but-"
"The taste! Yeah, you absolutely wouldn't, um, like the taste of it! But I'll wash my mouth out and I'll join you very shortly, baby!" Sliding his thumbs against the backs of Shouta's hands, palms pressed softly to his cheeks again in a gentle squish. How ironic his husband always seemed willing to do the very thing he hated to him. Sliding his hands down to squeeze at his husband's wrists. "I love you so much, Shouta, you know that?"
"I think I might've heard that from you once or twice now." Thumbs slid over his cheekbones lightly before hands were pulling away from his face, stepping back towards the shower. The absolute warmth he saw in that gaze had him swaying on his own feet before rocking back on his heels instead. Stepping backwards for he knew the sooner he took care of himself the sooner he could come back. "But I love you too, Zashi. Even if you're now a deviant cum and piss drinker, I love you regardless."
"Well, thank you for being so loving!" A snort left his husband when he spun on his feet carefully with the corners of his mouth twitching. There was a heavy, sloshing sensation that had him taking a deep breath as the rings of the curtain screeched over the bar. There was a light squeak followed by the water bursting from the shower head. Unlocking the bathroom door, he cracked it open to slip into the bedroom with that resolution taking hold. He was going to return this favor to his husband tenfold. He swore it.