There were many things about himself that Shouta had never expected to discover. To be picked apart until he was staring at those old desires he'd sworn had no name for. One desire having been the thrill of being caught. The thrill of doing something wrong where another could overhear him. Could catch him with his hands quite literally down his pants. Before last year, he'd chalked it up to the idea of it merely being a fantasy. The desire to have Hizashi walk in on something like that only to join him.
To have those green eyes on him while he was twisting and turning like that. To have his husband watch as he touched himself. It had always been a nameless desire. A nameless thing he imagined to be hot. It wasn't until their first challenge that he'd realized it did indeed have a name; exhibitionism. For years he'd always flinched from the term when it was aimed his way during his youth. Back when his reserved nature had him quickly denying, deflecting and down playing the playful words of his small friend group.
It was a fantasy he had chalked up to rebelling against that reserved, shy nature of his. To do something gasp worthy to go against what he'd always been taught. And in the past year he had come to accept it. Had found it was the name to those nameless fantasies of his. It was something that, of course, he had been hesitant over fully accepting but time had shown him just how accurate it was. It, of course, had been mortifyingly embarrassing to be caught by Nemuri that day they'd left the utility room.
When he'd been told of the complaints following his phone sex with Hizashi. Embarrassing but he'd had a jolt of that electric arousal following both incidents. It had left him flushed with a frenzy that had been returned to him by Hizashi. His husband who, from the time he came to him with the request to watch, seemed to delight in using it against him. A ploy to get him off countless times with the mere twisting of his words that got him hotter than anything. To play upon it until he was riled up beyond belief.
The blonde seemed far more aroused by his wading in the exhibitionist pool than he did. Had seemed leagues more determined that afternoon to find a place for their hand at sex in a semi-public space. The blonde was holding onto his hand tightly as he ventured into pushing those boundaries and he loved it. He loved that his husband was more than willing to explore it with him whether it was exhibitionism or if it was something else. Like that shared leather kink. His interest in urethral sounding or his pet play.
The flipside of their sex life with BDSM. To know that Hizashi was even the smallest bit willing to explore these things with him meant the world to him. And yet it was the exhibitionism that truly got that fire flaming between the both of them. Hizashi had, countless times, said he never got off on the kink nor was he an exhibitionist. However, despite the denials he couldn't help doubting the blonde just a bit. While it was a playful tease between them, he was all too relieved when his husband would consider trying it.
Would scratch those desires of his when they reared their heads up in him. When Hizashi was murmuring, growling, breathlessly gasping at him the accusations that always got him hotter than anything. It didn't take very long for him to piece together, however, why the blonde did get so excited. It was made clear to him during their last challenge; voyeurism. Hizashi had accepted rather quickly that he liked to watch. That he liked it a lot. It was almost too perfect at the time; himself an exhibitionist and his husband a voyeur?
The idea was made into yet another playful joke between them that always got the blonde roaring with laughter over the irony of it all. Had himself snickering countless times. However, he had the smallest belief that beneath that voyeuristic nature of Hizashi's there was a small glimmer that liked it. Liked having sex in riskier situations than he'd ever admit out loud. It didn't make the blonde an exhibitionist or anything of the sort, but it always made it better. There was something so good about having him there.
In seeing how wrapped up in it his husband was as he was. It's what made that afternoon in the café bathroom so thrilling. The fact he wasn't alone in that desire to try something so outlandish and so risky. There was something so fucking exciting about having someone right there with him that was just as excited. Just as willing to dive head first into something where they would normally forsake. It was a thrill like no other the afternoon they'd had sex in the backseat of the car when he'd caught that look.
The very same one he'd seen the afternoon in the café bathroom. Pride. To see that smug delight when they were walking to the car where the blonde giggled at him once they were in it again. A delight in the shared thrill that left him electrified for days afterwards. It was absolutely a high he loved to chase after. Letting Hizashi touch him sexually in an open setting where anyone could see. Where it would be unmistakable where those hands were going to go. To let his husband touch him so openly like that.
Subtle movements before he was being dragged off to a private area to have those lips on his. Hands on him. It was a song and dance they'd indulged in during their youth when Nemuri would invite them out. The flirtation before giving in to the temptation to slip away together to get those soft, warm lips on his own. It was by far the one thing he loved the most with his husband; taking a risk. Something made it hotter knowing that everything hung on the line. It was perhaps what drew his eyes to frotteurism.
With April on its way out, his husband was far more enthusiastic lately than usual. As if he had been electrified with the air that was slowly losing its moisture of winter and the dryness of the oncoming warmth that would be in full swing. Bouncing in his seat while he was grading with those subtle hints on their upcoming anniversary making themselves known again with the date being two months away. It was a playful back and forth he delighted in with Hizashi refusing to give him more details about the night in question.
All while he did his best to get more out of his husband until he was being lifted off of his feet. Giggles and laughter in his ear as the blonde playfully refused to give him more information as he was tugged into his arms. His lap. When he was twisted close, close, close to his husband until he was snickering with him. He couldn't deny that he adored that electric feeling around this time of the year with the promise of summer break coming up. Their wedding anniversary marking seventeen years together.
It gave him time to work on his own plans to work up to the date with a month full of options for them to indulge in while taking their time tease. To ramp up their excitement for the night of their anniversary which Hizashi had promised he'd gotten off on work. Flying about to make his calls and planning with his planner before him, the blonde was keeping himself busy. Tying up any possible loose ends on his side of things preemptively to keep their schedules for the next two months running smoothly.
To keep any chance of a forgotten task or appointment from popping up to throw them off. He couldn't deny, he did fuss about with his own plans based off of what Hizashi was giving him hint was. Looking over his own schedules on what was and wasn't possible to move about. Their anniversary was always an exciting time for the both of them; Hizashi being more vocal than himself about it. However, he was always as excited. Over the moon at the thought of a night with his husband. To wine and dine one another.
The least he could do was clear out his calendar to make sure the week was clear for them both. From the few murmured conversations he'd caught, he knew that the blonde was planning some kind of grand gesture. Something to top last year's anniversary. Trying to get hints out of the blonde was like pulling teeth; the man refused to give them up easily. Always rushing off with that playful sparkle to his gaze and that wide beaming smile. The promise that when the time came, he'd sweep him off his feet.
Promises that it was nothing to go overboard worrying about. While he could pry, demand, and insist on knowing what the blonde had planned for their anniversary, he liked to be surprised. He liked it when he was able to contribute with his own private plans to make the night romantic. Even if that meant showing up with a boutonnière on himself or to pin to Hizashi. A wrist corsage if he thought the tone of it worked for the night. Hair pins with baby's breath to pin to the blonde locks. Anything to make it more special.
Whatever he could that made it perfect for his husband is all he wanted. And as much as he found it aggravating to be told at the last minute what they were doing, their anniversary was the exception. It was in this playful back and forth that he had decided to look at their list to choose something off of it. To give them something to try in the meantime given how busy their schedules would be looking in May. And so, when Hizashi was in the shower he found himself looking over the list at what they had left on it.
Oh, just at the sight of the choices led had gotten his heart skipping. Jumping at the simplistic names left on the paper for them to do. Things that held potential just by name alone that got his stomach fluttering with that twist of excitement. Giddy at the promise they could hold for the both of them. Unlike their first challenge, he was happily welcoming the choices made so far, no matter how tame they were. No matter how kinky they could be seen. They were things they'd never explored before but had thought of.
Quiet desires, interests, coming to the surface once again with nothing to stop them now that the assurance between them that the other would hardly find something disgusting was open. The communication made to assure the other that they wouldn't be judged for their choices. This time round he was enjoying this challenge from start to now. Thriving with each choice given despite those five weeks his husband had been on the mend from his piercings. Everything this time round was a learning curve.
Situations they were navigating the first few months of their challenge. He couldn't deny that no matter how vanilla they could be seen, he was having the time of his life. Getting the very thing his husband had asked him about that first time round. It was this spark that had his eyes falling down onto that singular word written in his own clumsy scrawl. A mess next to the tight, clean penmanship of Hizashi's writing. Frotteurism was something he had come across by pure chance. Something he'd heard in passing.
He couldn't recall when or how it had come into his knowledge but what he knew once looking it up was it was one of their riskier options. He'd worried when the first he'd processed was it was a nonconsenting act. Something done against another's will. While there wasn't much research into frotteurism that went beyond touching, grinding, and rutting against someone for that sexual gratification, it left him worried. Hemming and hawing as he tried to pick the best way to bring it up to his husband.
The smoothest way that didn't quite brush off the concerns of the nonconsenting aspects of it nor downplaying the act of it. It was toeing a line that he hadn't considered with all their time together. How Hizashi would view something that was commonly involved no consent for it to happen. It was a degrading, awful act to pull on another person without consent. No one in their right minds would ask for it and he knew it perfectly. Knew it yet he couldn't deny that he'd been interested when he wrote it down.
Perhaps it was the exhibitionistic aspects to it that had him intrigued. Had him thinking of ways they could pull it off flawlessly to make his husband the most comfortable. Make himself the most comfortable. After all, there was one differing contrast between a fantasy and reality; in a fantasy they would ideally get away with everything. Get off and sneak away like a pair of thieves over it. However, reality told him that this was risky. This was a punishable offense if they were caught somehow doing it.
Consensually or nonconsensual, it would be far from ideal to be caught doing something like this. Reality had many avenues where it could go wrong for the two of them if they went about this blindly. If they dove head first into it with a gusto they should refrain from doing it. For they wouldn't be locked away in their utility room with an unsuspecting person on the other side. They wouldn't be locked away in a café bathroom. They'd be right there for the public eye to see if they weren't careful about this.
They'd need to come together to decide on where to do this. Where it would be easier. It was an odd thing to want, he knew that, and he knew that to want an action done to him that was typically done without consent? Well, did that say volumes about who he was as a person? Or was it merely an odd one time occurrence? He couldn't tell. He didn't know how to approach it without sounding as he feared he would; like one of the disgusting kinds of exhibitionists. That he wanted to expose himself to the public when he didn't.
It was the last thing he wanted. While he knew that's how others got their rocks off, it wasn't what got him off. Not exactly. Rather, he'd like to do something with his husband in a semipublic setting and if they were being watched by a stranger then it would make it all the better. Made it risky. Dirty. Knowing he was being watched with Hizashi? It sent an electric jolt through him with a heat like none other he'd felt. It was always something he felt embarrassed discussing with Hizashi. The excitement surrounding it all.
He never understood how he could find it arousing having a stranger see rather than someone they knew. A mortification was still attached to it, but God knows it was exciting to fantasy about it. To let it be a play on words in the past to get him off. Frotteurism, from what he understood, was to be touched in a public or a work setting without the consent of another. It wasn't ideal one bit for them to do something so risqué around their coworkers when they were people he'd have to see every day. That they worked with.
And yet he couldn't shake away the fantasy of it. The idea of being in a packed area with the blonde being pinned up behind him? The tight, grinding roll of his hips against him with the effort of staying quiet? Of having the blonde rub, squeeze, and pin him up until he was coming? It sent a spark down his back that he'd never humored before. An idea so risky he knew it had its flaws no matter how well planned they were. And yet it wouldn't leave him be. From the second he'd humored the idea of it, he knew he wanted try.
Even if it was shot down, the least he could do was bring it up to his husband and let it be rejected openly rather than sitting on that uncertainty. He knew the risks that came with an idea like this; knew it like he knew the risks when he'd joined his husband's choice of sex in the backseat of the car. This, however, wasn't going to be on some secluded road. It wasn't going to be just the two of them. This was something that would take place in a much more public place. Where eyes were going to be on them.
This would be in the open where discretion would be needed to some extent to keep anyone from catching onto either of them. Well, at least to keep from being caught onto early in the game of it. There were so many negatives to the situation just as there could be positives. Negatives that weighed heavily on the chance they got caught. And yet it was that risk factor that had him so riveted to the idea. So willing to merely bring it up to his husband and let the blonde know what was going on his mind.
What he wanted from his choice this time round. That while not ethical or right morally, that he wanted to try this as badly as the blonde had wanted sex in the backseat. As he had wanted the man to watch him that night, he fucked himself on that monster of a dildo forgotten in the back of their drawer. He wanted this. And so, it's what spilled out of him first when he'd gone to Hizashi with his choice. His idea. He swore he'd never seen the blonde looked more surprised than he did in the moment those words tumbled out of him.
Blonde lashes fluttering with green eyes widening at him. Brows shooting up on his forehead as his mouth dropped open slightly with red frames slipping down his nose. It had been quite a comical look of surprise when the blonde had then coaxed him to sit next to him on the bed to explain himself further. Letting the rest of it fly out of him had never been more relieving than anything. Leaning to the blonde's side with his head coming to rest on his shoulder. Braiding then unbraiding a lock of blonde hair.
Chattering on with small stutters while his husband listened. Of course, he had horribly tripped over his words frantically to assure his husband that it was fine if he wanted to back out. Giving him those all too familiar outs that the blonde always went above and beyond to make painfully clear to himself when presenting his choice off the list. Trying to impress upon the blonde it wasn't needed to be done and he would happily take the pass on this one. He didn't mind skipping it if it made the blonde uncomfortable.
The blonde, after this odd version of rambling, had been quiet. Fingers twisting together in his lap with fingers picking at his cuticles and the black paint that was chipping on his nails. Dragging the nails of his index and middle fingers against the back soft his thumbs lightly. Small things his husband did when he was deep in thought. More often than not, he'd drum his fingers on a surface or tap a pencil between his fingers. Click a pen to death. And yet with that pensive look to the blonde's face, he'd held his breath.
Tried to smother down that spark of hope. Even if he knew the blonde leaned towards saying yes there was always a chance he'd say no. Just because his husband was bold didn't mean he didn't get uncomfortable. It didn't mean the blonde didn't get squeamish about things, no matter what he had said over the years. It was only because it was so clearly written on the blonde that he knew he didn't care for urethral sounding. For erotic humiliation. To be in that type of control or position made the blonde deeply uncomfortable.
It was something he readily agreed to make a scarcity in their sex life with urethral sounding to be used on him rather than Hizashi. And yet when he'd been holding his breath, he hadn't been expecting the blonde to glance up with that sparkle in his eyes when he agreed. A resolute, firm tone that left no arguing with him when the blonde began to pick at him to divulge in the weakly formed plan in his mind. What he wanted from Hizashi down to the place that he wanted to do it. Ideas on how to build up to it.
Going over how to be discreet about it to keep eyes from lingering long on them if need be if he picked a densely populated place. It was mind-blowing how quickly his husband threw himself into helping him plan out the scene. Even if he knew it was coming it was still startling how easily he agreed. Still absolutely aweing how quickly his husband agreed to it without so much as batting a lash. Always with the same iterations at him. How would he know he didn't like it if he didn't try? The worst thing they could do was not try.
And as much as he hemmed and hawed over that playful voice, the blonde had done his best to soothe him about his agreement. Both had given their consent to try it yet the blonde had a worried glint to his gaze when he continued to reaffirm that consent despite the act they'd be playing out. Something they relentlessly went over again and again until he felt confident they could do this. Going through their idea, the place, the times and the safeguards they would have for themselves. The rules laid out between them.
Fussing over it all until it felt far too perfect when the blonde was tugging him towards the bathroom to go about their nightly routine. He couldn't shake off the feeling Hizashi was agreeing to this far too quickly but he wasn't going to complain. He wouldn't turn his nose up when his husband had assured him he was fine with trying it. With giving their hand at it. And if they had to stop halfway through, if the blonde suddenly became too aware and worried? Well, he had not a problem with stopping.
He had long since learned from years of sex with Hizashi and from their last challenge that it was about comfort. Years to know about respecting the other persons boundaries and their limits. In knowing when and when not to toe the line of what was acceptable to the other person. It was about having fun together, not worried sick about being labeled as a pervert by the other. If that meant doing anything remotely close to doing something like this on U.A grounds made his husband uncomfortable then it was fine.
If Hizashi was uncomfortable at the start or halfway through then they stopped. No ifs ands or buts about it. If it was the offer for himself then it was a two way street; if Hizashi stopped when he was uncomfortable then he would do the same for his husband. The last thing he wanted, after all, was to make Hizashi feel as if there was no out. As if they had to do this regardless of their comfort levels. However, the blonde had merely beamed at him with a click of his tongue before assuring him that it was well known.
From there, they had sat down to continue planning out where they'd do this, the times and safeguards once more with a sense of finality to it that had his heart jumping in his throat. Whether it was the infectious, electric excitement of their upcoming anniversary in two months time or the idea of something so risky had him restless. More ready to do this than he'd been ready to fuck in the backseat of their car. He wouldn't say he was much different from the worried man he'd been back then with the nerves of it.
He wouldn't say that the exhibitionism had unleased some confident, bold man at the levels of Hizashi. That he could do it without blinking an eye but rather he felt confident enough they could do it. Especially given the time and place, in which they'd be doing it. It was only a matter of making sure they weren't caught. All they had to do was make sure to remain subtle. It was such a simple thing to say out loud yet in theory was terrifying. There were many things that could backfire horribly if anyone caught onto them.
What they were willingly doing in a public situation. It was something that could make the most confident of men worry. Become anxious. Even if Hizashi had tweaked the parts of this idea that made both of the worried, he couldn't stop watching the blonde. In the weekend it took them to plan this out, he'd been watching for a sign of hesitance. A sign of worry or reluctance when he spoke on it with the blonde. Instead, he'd found that familiar sparkle to the blonde's gaze instead as he chattered at him.
Hizashi, he knew, was a master at burying those unpleasant feelings down. Was good at hiding it until it was undeniable or blew up later on down the road. The last thing he'd wanted was to make the blonde feel pressured into doing this. Not at all yet the blonde didn't seem to be showing a bit of fear over this. While he didn't condone PDA or touching of any kind while they were at work, this idea had its possibilities. It had its pros and its cons as any situation could possibly have. Especially given the public setting to it all.
This was a risk. A far bigger risk than the backseat of a car on a deserted road or a café bathroom. This was an open area, an open space, where the blonde would be touching him whenever he could get away with it. Groping and touching when he could without their coworkers catching onto it yet having that remaining risk of having them see it anyhow. No matter how discreet, someone could catch them. That was a risk that they were accepting wholeheartedly between them yet he still worried over his husband.
It had him squirming that Sunday night with the blonde who had an unintelligible emotion sparkling in that gaze of his when he'd had arms sliding around his waist to tug him closer. Hands sliding up and down his back to soothe him enough for his medicines to kick in. It was in that winding down of sweet, gently crooned lullabies from the blonde did he feel that small stab of worry. Doubt. If Hizashi really was okay with this despite the fact he'd assured him countless times over their hours of planning.
He couldn't help but worry if the blonde would still be uncomfortable. Still anxious about it. If he was crossing some kind of boundary that wouldn't make itself known until after they were done and the blonde felt okay to say it. He didn't want Hizashi to be scared of telling him where his boundaries were. If he was open and honest in the past then the blonde could be too. After all, there was a difference in sneaking off to a bathroom with a locked door than to do something openly where others could see.
He'd found it so incredibly hard to wind down enough for sleep to come but his husband coaxed him into it. Going so far as to shallowly rock him in a gentle side to side until his lashes were drooping when arms had been squeezing at him. He'd offered Hizashi countless times to back out yet the worry remained. Lost under the gentle crooning low in his ear from his husband who nuzzled at him. Rocking him until he was too exhausted to feel that electric thrum beneath his skin in response to the thoughts of tomorrow.
And yet bright and early that morning, he forced heavy lashes up to find Hizashi flying about the bedroom with that sparkle to his gaze. A flush to his cheeks when he chattered at him with that blinding speed leaving him stumbling behind as he struggled to keep up. A coffee handed to him did little to decipher what his husband was saying in such a frenzy through the blur of sleep. In his rush to get freshened up after draining his cup. It was only as he was stepping into his jumpsuit did it click.
The blonde had begun talking slower as he fussed with the zippers on his duffel bag for him. The plan. Oh, it had his heart jumping to his throat leaving him wordless with mere nods of confirmation when they were rushing out of the bedroom once they were dressed in feet in boots. Grabbing at thermoses of coffee and tea, lunches set out for them prepared from last night and breakfast devoured in what seemed like mere seconds. The rush to get the dishes rinsed and put in the dishwasher while Eri and Hitoshi bickered.
It left him frazzled by the time his duffel was thrown in the trunk with both his laptop and sleeping bag. Himself in the passenger seat. Monday mornings were always hectic. This one being no different. And yet he felt jittery throughout the drive after dropping Eri off. When they'd begun making their way to U.A where the blonde slid into their usual parking space. Hitoshi had, from what he recalled, had all but thrown himself out of the car without so much as a grunted goodbye before flying across the parking lot.
Not that he blamed him. However, it gave him and Hizashi a moment alone. In that chilly spring air, as he tugged his bags out, his husband had tried to prod him for more than a grunted or nodded response. Using that prodding to give the blonde, once again, his out. His chance to back out like the countless other times he'd offered during their check-ins. Small things to see where the other was in regards to the plan. Offering again that out for the blonde to take as he watched his husband's face for a flicker of it.
Of doubt. Worry. He'd then insisted that it didn't need to be done if he was uncomfortable with it at all. However, his husband remained steadfast in his assurance he wanted to do it. Even going so far as to joke that he was projecting onto the blonde subconsciously. Going over that plan once more, with minor tweaks, he'd found that thrumming excitement kickstarting once more. A restless current under his skin that was mirrored by the sparkle to his husband's gaze. Excited despite his worry over his husband.
But this was, after all, the one thing that the blonde had always begged for. More PDA at work even if it was a peck on the cheek or a hand touch here and there. Today, however, Hizashi was getting more than that and they both knew it. And it got to him much more than he thought it would on their brisk walk to the dorms to drop off his duffel bag in his room. It seemed to be the smoking gun signaling the start of a race. The second they were in the hallway with his door snapping shut Hizashi made his first move.
A hard, brief squeeze to his ass that had him half jumping out of his skin with heat rushing to his face. A scathing response crawling its way up when the blonde had winked before pulling him forward with that tight grasp on his ass before letting go. Rushing forward before he could find the words he needed; a scolding or a dry praise for making that first move, he had not a clue. From there, it truly took off with Hizashi getting a touch whenever he could. Open caresses to his hand as they brushed by one another in the hallway.
Sharp taps on his ass that were always fleeting when he'd jerk around only to find the blonde halfway down the hallway with those quick strides. The purposeful teasing when the blonde would pin him in the corner of the bathroom mere seconds after he'd finished up with hands sliding along his waist. His thighs. Lips on his cheek and jaw with the murmured check-ins. Always checking in to make sure it was never pushed too far. And God knows it invited more onto himself when he'd choke out his answer.
Hands always finding their way to his waist and hips. His ass. Arms around him in tight hugs that always lifted him off of his feet before he was put down where he'd get a discreet grind. Quick. Fleeting. The tight grabs at his ass that jerked his hips forward to hit harshly against Hizashi's. The kisses given to him if they were in the elevator alone where he was, again, trapped in the corner of the small space. And God knows he was eating it up. Knew that Hizashi was as well if those bolder actions said anything.
No longer hesitating when grabbing at his waist or resting his hands on his shoulders when they were around their coworkers. Hip bumps that had him scowling at the blonde at the resulting spark of excitement it had twisting into him. Another added fuel for the thrumming current under his skin that left him flushed. He'd never been one for the dramatics but fuck if it didn't feel like every single time his face was cooling off it was hot again. Burning with a fresh wave from a touch. A smirk from the blonde.
It had his legs weak by the time he was stumbling back towards the safety of his classroom. To lose himself in the lesson plans he had only to step over the threshold feeling as if he were jumping head first into deep, open water. Diving in despite knowing the shark lurking somewhere nearby. It had his heart jumping in his throat each damn time. Had his stomach dropping viciously as he put a pep to his step that was "new for him". Pointed out to him, of course, by Nemuri at their sit down for lunch.
It had his face burning when the elder blonde had tried commenting on it just in time for Hizashi's knee to begin nudging at his own. A hand coming to rest on his thigh with that squeezing knead that had his own legs squeezing together tight, tight, tight. To keep his husband from doing what he knew he'd do. It was torture. The best kind of torture. They'd talked on being careful, but the blonde seemed to have not a worry about flaunting his casual touches. Ones he'd never let their coworkers do to him willingly.
He knew it would only serve to fuel the gossip monger circle Nemuri had going each time Hizashi touched him. Each time he turned red from it. It had been awful trying to get through lunch when Hizashi's hand was going up, up, up his thigh before attempting to wedge itself between his tightly squeezed legs. To squeeze at his inner thighs which he refused to give into. Excusing himself by jumping up before taking the rest of his lunch with him. Each touch, each kiss, each look had him burning up hotter.
Until his fingers were twitching to return the touches. Until he felt so twisted up, he felt ready to hiss at the blonde to stop. So flustered he knew anyone else in his position would march to Nezu's office with the demand for something to be done. Yet he was eating it up. The way the blonde was growing far more confident with his touches despite the insistent he doesn't. A quiet back and forth yet the blonde always seemed ready to flip at a moment's notice with that worry to check in. To make sure if he was alright.
And then, he slipped up. He had not a clue if it was that old reservations, the embarrassment, or the arousal clouding his head that had him jerking away from his husband. Hissing in that venomous tone for the blonde not to touch him in the bathroom where he was targeted once again. Pinned back with his lower back digging uncomfortably into the sink as his face burned. Instinctive. And yet it had the switch flipping in his husband faster than he expected when eyes widened in that comedic deer in headlights expression.
Hands jerking away from him with the blonde skittering backwards quickly to give him room. As if he were a venomous snake. A rabid animal that had been cornered and was ready to strike. It had been mortifying when Hizashi began throwing those questions at him. Was he was okay? What was wrong? Was he doing too much? Was he doing too little? D id he need a break? It had his overstimulated head swimming when he tried to answer the questions weakly. He couldn't understand why he had snapped that way.
What triggered it. But it had his husband insisting on toning it back down. That worried pinch to his lips had spoken volumes when he had held his hands out towards him. And once the blonde was in reach, he'd let himself be soothed. Calmed with those nuzzles and kisses that were shared with soft, crooning words murmured into his cheek. Little songs his husband had used for years on him to calm him before he was letting out that tight breath. One that he truly hadn't known he'd been holding.
Had been building with each careless touch to his waist. His hips. Thighs. The strokes to his thighs under tables. Each time he was pinned in the corner of the elevator today or had those hands grabbing at his ass to jerk his hips forward. He had asked for it yet hadn't realized how overwhelming it was to deal with it. He had been far from calling for that break on it, but he couldn't get the words out. Was he overstimulated or getting so twisted up in the flickers of arousal that he was getting too caught up?
He didn't know. Not then and not now. However, he couldn't help a small flicker of disappointment when his husband toned it down for the remainder of their afternoon classes. With their interactions going forward. He'd wanted to whine. He'd wanted to insist he could handle it but after a reaction like that, how could he? He didn't understand the trigger himself so how could Hizashi? Those bolder touches that had long since been traded for brief grabs at his fingers should they brush past one another.
The occasional tap on his ass. Squeezes that sent tingles up his back. He knew it was for the best they toned it down, knew it given the concerned glances his way. While their marriage was no secret, there were a few who weren't in the know about it. Thirteen and Yagi being two of which with Ectoplasm on the fence of whether he knew or not. He'd never kept track of who knew and who didn't but the concerned glances at him merely had the back of his neck hot. It was absolutely insufferable that emotional turmoil.
The constant embarrassment. He'd never been more thankful to get away from those odd looks of concern. He'd hated it that he wasn't hiding better what was going on, but wouldn't anyone look at the excessive touching? The way he'd gone from no contact to all this touching with Hizashi? It was bound to draw eyes to them both. A result he knew he'd get given he asked for this specifically from his husband and yet it was choking him up. It was leaving him a flustered mess that had his temples throbbing.
It was hard to tell the knot of emotions twisting through him as the day had progressed, but he couldn't deny he'd been relieved Hizashi toned it down. It gave him time to think. To consider how he wanted this to go forward. How he wanted it to end. It gave him the space and clarity to think about what he wanted from his husband the second they were alone. What he needed. It had given him time to get his emotions somewhat under control rather than letting them reduce him into that frazzled state again.
"So tell me, how long are you going to be cooped up here for?" Letting his gaze flick up from the paper beneath his still hands to the dark-haired woman, he blinked at the few coworkers packing up. At Nemuri standing before her desk with the strap of her bag hanging from her fingers. "I think you need a break, don't you? There's talk about some drinks tonight if you're interested? I already talked to Zashi about it and he said he'd see if he could talk to Shinsou about watching Eri for a few hours. You in?"
"Did he? I'll check in on that." Mumbling. He couldn't raise his voice higher than need be with how frazzled he felt when the dark haired woman tilted her head at him. Lips pinching into a slight frown as brows came together tightly. It was a worried look that had him looking away as heat burned in the back of his neck. Stung at the tips of his ears as his shoulders scrunched up beneath his capture weapon. "I'll see what I can do about joining. I have work that needs to be done first and foremost. Can't afford to start slacking."
"Yeah, I get that! Zashi told me you guys were gonna be busy the next few months! I just wanted to let you know what we're doing is all! But I think you should start listening to Mic more and get some more sleep. Start having fun with us once in a while, yeah?" There was a light clatter as a computer chair was pushed inwards with Thirteen and Snipe heading towards the sliding doors when sky-blue eyes locked onto his. "Don't overdo it, yeah? Somethings are hard to get done in such a common area, you know?"
He tensed at the wording. The odd wording that had his jaw clenching as if to stop that rush of heat when he squeezed the pen in his grasp when he caught that sparkle to her gaze. Mischievous. Wicked. As if she knew from the beginning exactly what they were doing wit hall the touching. The shameless groping that was always caught at the last second when Hizashi was pulling away. "What the fuck does that mean? I'm working, Nem, nothing more and nothing less. Whatever ideas you have kindly keep them to yourself."
"Whatever you say! Just wanted you to know its hard to work where anyone can walk in and interrupt you is all!" There it is. That odd phrasing again. The coy way in which she said 'work' with that wicked sparkle to her gaze that had the heat gathering in the back of his neck rushing towards his face. God, how many times can one person blush in a day? He clenched his jaw tightly before wiggling it with a click coming from the joint when Nemuri beamed. "But you need to cut loose now and again! Have fun!"
He ground his teeth together viciously at the implication when his jaw clicked once again at the smirked aimed at him. The wicked delight sparkling in her gaze when she then heaved the bag strap over her shoulder before stepping back to push her chair in. Humming at him with a cheeky wink before making her way towards the staff room doors. The golden orange light of the setting sun spilling into the room cast her shadow over the wall. Heels striking the linoleum tiles with a sharp snap as she then opened the doors.
Stepping out into the hallway, he got another wink from the woman before the door was slid forward. Shut with a thud leaving him alone in the staff room with the quiet whir of his laptop fan's before him. Another click of his jaw rang out when he wiggled it side to side in that tight clench. He knew this was risky. Knew it would be blatant by the worried looks aimed his way that he'd waved off with a white lie. Writing it off to others that Hizashi was merely being touchier today than normal for some reason.
It didn't do much but it did keep them satisfied by the explanation for it. However, he should have known Nemuri would see through it all. She hadn't seen a damn thing of those hotter exchanges throughout the day but she knew. It had his heart throbbing in a sickening stumble of beats as his face burned when he brought his hands up. Letting out a low breath, he scrubbed at his face with palms dragging over the stubble. He knew the risks. He knew that someone would catch onto it eventually.
Knew it, knew it, knew it yet he was still flustered. Embarrassed. It was idiotic to believe that no one would tell the difference. That it would be forgotten the second it happened, but he could hope, couldn't he? The gossip circle Nemuri had, at least, was going to be giddy picking apart their interactions today. He knew it would be brought up if he joined his coworkers for a drink tonight. If Hizashi was there the way he was every other time. There was a flutter to his stomach that had him swallowing before groaning quietly.
He ground the pads of his fingers into his tired eyes taking note of that faint throbbing in his temples that had him letting out a slow breath into his palms. A migraine in the making. It was the repercussion of such intense, repeated emotions hitting him throughout the day that had his shoulders scrunching up higher, higher, higher. Had his face burning so viciously so often it left him wondering if it would ever stop. If the triggers would stop hitting him. He swallowed again when he dropped his hands from his face with a grunt.
What was done was done. There was no going back to change his decision in the past nor the actions that had been taken since then. He could only hope that they could get away with the finale of this request. He knew it was an odd thing to ask for a nonconsenting act to be done to himself but aside from that momentary break in the bathroom? Oh, he loved every touch. The smirks that came with them. The flicker of heat he caught in those green eyes when hands were grabbing at his ass with those hard squeezes.
When he was being cornered in the elevator and the bathroom. Pinned against the wall with Hizashi's hands grabbing at his waist, his hips, and his thighs while lips trailed along his jaw to get under that capture weapon to his throat. Aiming to target what wasn't covered up by the neckline of his jumpsuit. When he'd gotten a few grinds against the blonde when he'd been pinned against the bathroom sink. In the elevator when the blonde had been standing behind him after a few others had joined them.
A discreet action that had had his heart pounding at the risk of it when he caught the rustle of fabric. It had left his palms clammy afterwards but God if it didn't set him ablaze after it was over. So many conflicting feelings. So many conflicting emotions coming to strangle him one at a time it seemed today. All clamoring to be felt at the same damn time when he had the reprieve of hiding away in his classroom. A bubble that couldn't and wouldn't be crossed. He wouldn't allow to be crossed with this idea of his.
Letting his gaze flick around the empty staff room, he felt a stab of that odd emotion twisting into him. Not quite paranoia but it was similar to the emotion he'd had in his youth. Back when he was becoming physical with Hizashi, he'd always scope out the rest of the apartment to make sure they were truly alone before locking himself away with the blonde. It was an identical emotion in every way that had his legs bouncing weakly under his desk causing the laptops screen to wobble. He wanted to check.
He wanted to scope out the area to make sure not a soul was left in the hallways or the school building before Hizashi came back. To make sure they had the time to do what he had been playing over in his head the previous night. To chase after the thrill, he knew he'd get. A rush he hadn't felt in what felt like forever. It was a disgusting choice to do it here but fuck if he didn't want too. If he wasn't itching to just try it. If they caught him in Hizashi's lap, then so what? Those who knew they were married wouldn't bat a lash.
No one needed to know how or why he was in the blonde's lap, did they? His knees bounced beneath the table as he pressed his fingers against his lips. Looking to the doors of the staff room with that itching, nagging urge to poke his head out. To go to the bathroom now in hopes of finding the blonde hanging there. In having him pop up inevitably out of nowhere as he had been all damn day. To double check that they were truly alone in the buildings first floor given how quickly the students had thinned out.
The teachers, of course, had their usual after classes schedule in the staff room for quite a few hours but they had trickled out one by one. Small groups. It had his knees bouncing quicker beneath the table causing his screen to wobble faster in response when he pushed back in his chair to stand up. The roll of his chair over the tiles was painfully loud when the screen of his phone lit up. Freezing briefly, he watched the notification pop up along the top half of his screen with a text from Hizashi.
Zashi-chan: Hey, baby! I'm running a bit late, but I'll be right there! Five minutes, I promise! ❤️
Sho-chan: Don dnt rush on my accnt
Sho-chan: its its not like im goin anywhre
Zashi-chan: True, true! But hey, I wanted to ask after that thing at lunch but are you okay with this?
Zashi-chan: Like really okay with it still? 😟
Sho-chan: i shld b askin U tht
Sho-chan: r u still ok with it all? i kno i upset u earlier 😕
Zashi-chan: Uh uh! No, sir! You are NOT apologizing for being overstimulated!
Zashi-chan: Baby, I've been grabbing and teasing you all DAY so it's only natural, right?
Sho-chan: ig
Zashi-chan: So don't feel bad, you hear me? It's okay! And if you're ready for this then I'll be right there!
Sho-chan: Zashi?
Zashi-chan: I am one hundred percent okay with this, Shouta! I'm not uncomfortable in the slightest bit! I want you and after today I think you deserve a reward, don't you? 😉
Zashi-chan: I think you DESERVE to grind on me for a bit and relieve some of that tension, yeah?
Zashi-chan: Besides, you're not the ONLY one who needs to work out that tension too! You've been driving me CRAZY today with your reactions, baby, you know that? 😘
Sho-chan: ...r u comin rn?
Zashi-chan: Runnin' down the stairs right now to get to you, baby!
It had his heart jumping in his throat when he tossed his phone lightly back onto his desk with a thud. And then his feet were moving quickly along the desks with their neatly put in chairs. Where was he going? He was moving, moving, moving yet he could piece together what his frazzled mind wanted. To pace? To meet him in the hallway? It would be the most logical but he couldn't tell. Piece it together under the overwhelming excitement. His breaths trembled on their way out when he rushed up to the door.
Reaching out to slide his fingers into the hand hold of it to tug it open with a grind in the tracks as he flew out into the hallway. Empty. The silence of the hall broken up by the thud of his boots over the linoleum tiles with the light impact of the door sliding open. And he could catch it just faintly; the steps running down stairs from closest stair well. The deafening thud of boots on cement stairs followed by a thud as the blonde no doubt jumped off the second or third last stair to the ground to hurry.
He turned his head towards the change of boots striking at the hallway floors. Thud that were coming closer, closer, closer when he shifted slightly to face the corner of the hallway where Hizashi whipped around it with a stumble over his feet. He looked flushed; spots of color blooming over his cheeks from the exertion. Thin locks of hair breaking free from that strangled up-do of his to flutter around his forward in wild kinks. Like small cowlicks. There was a damp appearance to his chin and mouth.
No doubt having stopped to wash the gel he put in his mustache to keep it neatly in place during the day. His phone peaked out of the pocket of his leather jacket. Stumbling over his feet at his sudden appearance, the blonde yelped as he caught his footing with those thudding slams of his boots to the floor. Five minutes he'd said. Where had he been that was so close? On the second floor bathroom closest to the stairs? He had to be if he was making his appearance around the corner so suddenly as he had.
His heart gave that sickening, hard one-two hit against his chest that had his stomach dropping. Nauseating. And then the blonde was sprinting once he'd caught his footing down the hallway with his leather jacket's ends flapping lightly against his waist. His sides. Moving on instinct, he stepped back into the staff room quickly with a stumble as his hand reached towards the door to begin tugging it in its tracks to make shutting it easier. The quiet footfall of his husband's boots striking the floor was painfully loud in the quiet.
He reeled back into the room with the approaching footsteps coming closer. Making his way back into the room, his hip struck the corner of a desk causing him to hiss in a breath when he angled himself around it. It had his heart jumping up to his throat at the sight of the frazzled blonde flying over the threshold with the door slamming shut with a deafening crack. Holding himself still for a brief moment, he then found himself abandoning those backwards steps. Shifting instead to take half a step forward.
The trigger, it seemed, as it had Hizashi running forward in a flurry of thudding steps towards him. He held his arms out with hands opening and closing. Hands grabbing at his waist once the blonde was in grabbing distance, he curled his arms around the blonde's shoulders. Lifting his left hand up to cup the back of his neck where he gave a firm squeeze. Tipping his head back without a second thought as that desire twisted into him when his lips tingled. Parting with a wheezing breath rushing out of him excitedly with a whine.
Tugging at Hizashi as he leaned up while the blonde's dipped down towards him to close that gap quickly. Lip came down then to cover his own in a fierce kiss that had heat shooting up his back. Oh, oh, it was fucking good. Unbelievably amazing to give in to that quiet desire that had been sizzling under his skin all day waiting to be remedied. To finally be itched. He tightened his arms around the blonde to hold him tightly against him. Hands squeezing at his waist as lips slid against his with that quiet urgency.
A frantic desire to touch that had been bubbling away. The desire, the lust, that had been bubbling away beneath the embarrassment, mortification and overstimulation. Twisting below the surface of those dominant emotions all damn day. Strengthened with each encounter that gave him a little more to feed it. To reach that feverish pitch. A shuddering sigh flew out of him only to feel a fanning sigh over his hot cheek. He twisted up against the blonde when hands shifted from their hold on his waist to wrap his arms around him instead.
Squeezing him close with that strong hold to send a shot of warmth through his veins at the satisfaction of that simple desire. A warmth beneath the heat that flashed in a sizzling burst under his skin as he held himself tightly to the blonde with that sharp smack of moving lips filling the quiet. Loud in the big room yet he could hardly pay it mind when he felt those soft, warm lips melting against his. Shaping to curve and mold against his own for that familiar, comfortable fit against his. Sending shivers down his back.
Feeling his own melting to mold and fill the gaps those thinner lips didn't. Hungry. Starved. The teasing, the touching, the carelessness to the tormenting treatment he'd been receiving all day was boiling its way to the surface. Fast. He took a blind, stumbling step backwards when the blonde shifted forward with lips moving against his fervently. Passionately. It had his breaths shuddering in and out far faster than he'd like through his nose when he took another step back only to have it mirrored by a step forward.
He took one back. Hizashi took one forward. Blindly feeling his way around what he hoped to be the curve of the desks towards his own. He could feel that low thrumming circuit under his skin that had been plaguing him all day. Twisting, squirming, eating him up from the inside out. He giddily poured his own passion into that kiss which merely rewarded him with the firm press of those soft lips on his own. He squeezed at the nape of the blonde's neck when he felt an arm shifting to cross up over his back.
Shivering when fingers tugged then twisted into his hair as Hizashi buried his hand into it. Cupping the back of his head with that light press he'd recognize anywhere; coaxing his lips to press harder to those soft ones. He complied with that silent request without thinking twice about it. Giving in to that quiet, itching desire to yank the blonde close to him that had been growing in those final hours. Before he'd snapped in the bathroom. It was all he'd wanted. Shuddering breaths raced in and out of him through his nose.
Humming out quietly, he tightened his arms around Hizashi when nails scratched lightly at his scalp resulting in a tug on his hair. Light tugs that had his stomach fluttering with that breathtaking burst of excitement with each slide of those soft lips to his. He smelled good. So good, good, good with that sandalwood cologne clinging in vain to hide the heavier scents of his hair gel and hair spray he'd used to layer up on his hair. He felt the arm around his waist squeezing at him to keep him pressed tightly to him.
From hip to chest there was no chance of a gap being made as he relished in the feeling of it. All day he'd gotten those fleeting touches, sexual and nonsexual, and it left him aching far more fervently than he would any other day. Than he would if Hizashi had thrown his arm around his shoulders and called it a day. He tightened his own arms around the blonde's shoulders trying to ignore that annoying dig of his costume's shoulder pads. God, when was the last time he'd been kissed like this? The booty shorts and stockings?
The first time he wore his lacy boxers? Valentine's day? The sex swing? When was the last time they hadn't spared a word before diving into such a passionate kiss? One that left him shaking with that feeling the blonde would devour him whole? That he wanted to eat him up with that hard press of his lips to his own? He couldn't help but wonder if Hizashi had been riling himself up along with himself throughout the day. If the teasing, the touches, the thrill of getting away with it had gotten to the man more than he'd intended.
God knows it felt like it when those lips were crushing themselves with his own. When he had a hand buried in his hair and an arm wrapped tightly around him to keep him from moving away. Keep him from moving an inch as he moved his lips with Hizashi's delightedly. Those sharp smacks ringing out with the dampness of the blonde's lips from the water he used to wash his face off. He wavered on his feet when he couldn't feel that light brush of the desks edge against his thigh. Fuck, he loves it.
Shuddering breaths fanned over his cheek with that rasping edge as they hitched when the blonde let out a breathless hum. A low sound that had him shuddering when he kneaded gently at the blonde's neck. Digging his fingers in with the occasional scratch of his nails through the thin wisps of hair there. He was burning up. Lit aflame as suddenly as he would be if Hizashi had walked in with a cap of gasoline and a lighter. Heat flashed in brilliant flickers beneath his skin leaving him flushed as he curved slightly.
A twisting press against the blonde who moved to curve with him to adjust his stance. One that would most definitely not be good for company. For another to see as that twist he knew was far more suggestive than intended. He wanted to sink his fingers into soft blonde locks. He wanted to twist, flick, and curl them around his fingers as the blonde kissed him. He wanted to shuck his coat off to rid him of the stupid shoulder pads on them. He wanted to be lifted up then slammed down on the closest surface.
He wanted to let his husband pin him down on it and give him that tight press that would rob him of breath. He wanted to slip his hands beneath the blonde's shirt to touch the warmth of his skin. He wanted to take the layers off bit by bit. Piece by piece until he was able to admire that softly freckled skin. Smatterings that would make themselves abundantly clear with that soft tan his husband always got in the summer months. Fuck, he wants nothing more than to return all those damn touches tenfold to his husband.
To recreate the hands that had been on his ass, his hips, his thighs tormenting him all day. Replaying those touches again, again, again when he had a moment to himself to think on it. Reflect. And yet the second he was over the threshold of his classroom, the game was back on with the blonde somehow managing to get away. To toe the line just a little more with those hands grabbing at him. Hips pressing tightly to him with playful grinds and thrusts given to him when his husband could get away with it.
All of it serving to drive him a little more up the wall. Leave him flushed with that frazzled fog over his mind that left him struggling to compose himself before he got back to his classroom. There was a shuffling step forward causing him to stumble back when he tightened his arms around the blonde instinctively. Holding onto him when that hand in his hair squeezed at a fistful resulting in a light, consistent pull on his scalp. Exhaling sharply, he shuddered at the tug giving him sparks of pleasure that pooled into him.
The crushing press of those soft lips against his had him eager for another of those hard kisses that had him melting, melting, melting on his feet. The desire, the passion in that kiss had his dick twitching curiously to which he hissed in a hitching, sharp breath. Tensing instinctively with thighs stiffening to press together when the blonde let another of those low hums out. God, those smacks were deafening in the quiet of the room. When was the last time they'd kissed like this in a school setting?
They'd stolen kisses many, many times in their youth back when they were beginning to work up the confidence to make it a common occurrence. To grow bold and confident with it. The rooftop, before Nemuri and Oboro would join them, had been spent with those awkward kisses being given. Awkward at first but had quickly become those adoring, sweet ones that had him tingling. Then slowly building up the confidence by the end of their high school years those hard, fast kisses in between their classes.
Fast make outs that shone with that boldness. He could feel those shuddering breaths coming shallowly as huffing breaths filled up the silence much like those sharp smacks. Unmistakable to anyone passing by. If someone eavesdropped. It had a spark racing down his back at the thought. An electric jolt that had him clutching at Hizashi with a renewed strength that had the blonde groaning under his breath. A quiet sound that had him shuddering at the resulting sharp smack when lips pressed harder to his own.
That urgency had him frantic to return those hard kisses with his own. To press his lips harder to those thinner, softer ones that kept him coming back for more. God, he could kiss this man for hours. He could let himself lose seconds, minutes, and hours if he had those soft, warm lips on his with that passion. That desire. He'd give anything for it. He'd happily let the blonde spend the night in the dorms if it meant he could have those lips on his kissing him silly. Letting himself sink into the familiarity of those lips on his.
He wanted to spend hours kissing the blonde until that freckled face was flushed. Until he had that wide, warm smile on his kiss-swollen lips with the adoration shining in those green eyes. The desire in the way those hands would trace down his sides before a hand would come up to pull him back down. It's all he wanted. All he needed. The arm around his waist shifted then with that hand trailing over his lower back before reaching down had his breath hitching. Sharply rushing out of him when he squirmed against his husband.
Whining quietly when that hand came down to grab at his ass. A hard, tight squeeze that had him groaning out then when the blonde jerked his hips forward for that tight press against him. And unlike every other time the blonde had grabbed at his ass, he wanted to return it to his husband. He wanted to touch, grab, rut, and grind against the man. He moved his left arm from around his shoulder to curve down around his slender waist. Making his goal, his destination known to the blonde who squirmed like he had.
A huffing breath fanning over his cheek followed by another of those low groans under his breath. He whined out again when the blonde tightened his arms around him giving him another burst of that simplistic pleasure. It spurred him on to drop his hand down to grab at that leather clad ass tightly. Squeezing at him with as much strength as he dared, he curled his fingers into the material of that leather. And it had his husband moaning out in a strained, strangled sound when he dug his fingers into Hizashi.
Digging his nails into the warmth of his leather pants to squeeze at him when he got a returning squeeze. God, that heat was simmering under his skin. Through his very veins to boil his blood the longer he stood there with those lips crushing themselves to his own in hungry kisses he was all too eager to give back. The blonde had been relentless in his teasing today. In driving him up the damn wall with those teasing pushes and pokes, grabs and squeezes, that left him blushing. Overwhelmingly flustered.
The low words murmured to him that had his heart pounding against his chest sickeningly. Left dangling in those bursts of arousal his husband left him to drown under with that heat flickering with a growing intensity with each teasing encounter throughout the day. Was that why he had snapped? Hissed at his husband in such a venomous tone not to touch anymore? Had he been lost in that overstimulated haze as he had thought? When he'd asked for frotteurism, Hizashi had seemed to go above and beyond to give him just that.
However, at some point, it had truly gotten to him. Gotten under his skin and bothered him more than he thought so was that it? Fuck, he couldn't think long enough to piece it together when those hungry kisses were obliterating the thought of it. The heat was sizzling at a fever pitch leaving thoughts hard to grasp on to outside of how good Hizashi felt in his arms. Felt against him with those lips moving with that shared urgency. The shared hunger. Fuck, if he was a bolder man, he'd happily indulge in those fantasies.
The very things they shared back and forth in the past. Let the blonde unzip his jumpsuit now and let his husband bend him over his desk to fuck him silly. Ohhhh, it would be hotter than fucking anything if he let something like that happen. But he couldn't, couldn't, couldn't when he wasn't ready for sex. He had to go through the song and dance making sure he was both clean and cleaned out for the blonde. He couldn't. But God, he wanted too. He wanted to do something so unbelievably reckless as that.
The ultimate taboo fantasy for him they'd played with. Something his husband used to get him off countless times. It sent a jolt down his back with each sharp smack of their kisses as damp lips slid together with shallow, racing breaths fanning over his cheek. That hunger left him breathless as his breaths hitched through his nose at that hungry desire. The passion that had his toes curling in his boots at the burst of heat it sent through him. Resulting in an interested twitch of his dick that had his thighs tensing again.
But God if it wasn't forgotten when lips slid against his fervently. So damn hard his lips ached from that fierce press when he felt Hizashi pulling back. Lips lifting away from that hard, crushing press against his tearing a whine out of him. They broke apart with a smack when he leaned forward chasing after them earning him one, two, three short pecks that sent jolts of heat down his back. Eager for another peck when he got a fourth one that lingered a second longer with that firm press before Hizashi broke away.
And that blush looked absolutely beautiful as it smothered itself over his covered up cheeks. Lashes fluttered up to reveal the blazing heat to that gaze with pupils dilating. The rings of color absolutely beautiful in the golden light spilling through the windows behind him. A hue that had his husband's blonde locks looking like true gold in that deep lighting. The red of his blush richer than anything as he took notice of the slight disarray of that stupid little mustache of his. A beautifully, richly colored sight before him.
The light dampness that glistened in the golden lighting as brows squeezed together. Hizashi looked absolutely stunning in the setting sunlight behind them. Nails scratched gently at his scalp sending a shiver down his back when his husband began to work his hand free when eyes darted off to the side of him to which he glanced over his shoulder. To his computer chair leaning against the wall from where it had to have drifted when he'd jumped up. The hand in his hair pulled itself out with a wince when fingers snagged a curl.
Tightening his arms around his husband, hands came down on his waist when he was walked backwards in a gentle side to side waddle. A step backwards mirrored by steps forward until Hizashi was spinning on his feet with a yelp clawing at his throat. He let his gaze flicker to the closed doors with those racing breaths leaving him when fingers kneaded at his waist. Squeezing him at him with that gentle pressure when he blinked at his husband leaned back. Forcing him to release the tight squeeze on his ass reluctantly.
The blonde then sat down in his computer chair causing it to buckle from the sudden weight put onto it. Hands slid along his waist before tugging him forward causing him to stumble over his feet before he swallowed as he let himself be dragged onto his husband's lap. His legs dangled off of Hizashi's spread thighs with hands sliding along his waist to tuck him securely into his lap. Fluttering chests pressing together, he twisted his fingers together against the nap of Hizashi's neck while a hand slid along his waist backwards.
Grabbing at his ass in a tight squeeze that had him groaning out in that strangled pitch identical to the one that had left Hizashi. He let himself sink into his husband's lap when he felt his capture weapon being tugged at gently. Unwound from his throat and shoulders, he shuddered as he let the blonde tug at the fabric where it pooled onto the floor next to them with that hand coming back up. Pinching the tiny zipper, it was eased down to reveal his throat down towards his chest. Down, down, down as he shivered.
Stopping above his navel when fingertips drifted over his skin back up to push open his jumpsuit to reveal more skin. An awe to that blazing gaze when he felt legs tensing beneath him briefly followed by the soft thud as boots were planted to the floor. He couldn't stop himself from wiggling to get himself situated in the blonde's lap before squeezing his legs together slightly. So glad he'd forsake the more updated chairs their coworkers had and had stuck with his armless chair. All for the stubborn insistence it was fine.
Scratching lightly at the nape of Hizashi's neck earned him a shudder when he hesitated before moving his right hand from the back of his neck down towards his fluttering chest before moving it down. Down, down, down where he felt muscles quivering viciously beneath his hand beneath the fabric of his shirt. He then twisted the hem of it around his fingers with racing breaths being taken when he leaned forward. Peppering soft kisses along Hizashi's jaw earning himself a shudder from the blonde.
That drifting hand slipped beneath his jumpsuit to fan fingers out over his chest. So warm his fingers were but the leather of his fingerless gloves was chilled. Cool against the feverish heat gathering beneath the surface of it. He was smoldering with that lava searing away his bones when he felt his husband squirm beneath him. And it was a flick; a single flicker of awareness of the setting he was willingly putting himself into. Of the room they were in and the unlocked door behind them that offered no security.
From here on out it was mere chance on if they could finish the scene before someone came along to break them apart. It was fucking thrilling knowing any moment that door could fly open and allow someone to walk in. To catch him in a clearly sexual manner with his husband. As aware as he was of it, enough to get his thighs tensing, he found it absolutely exhilarating. Oh, he could only imagine the talk they'd have with Nezu if someone caught them like this. It would make those harlotry conversations seem like nothing.
A walk in the park compared to the talking too they'd get from Nezu over something like this. It had his dick twitching excitedly when his breath caught at the light rub of his husband's gloved palm against his chest. He fluttered his lips along his jaw back towards his ear when fingers tightened on his ass in a hard squeeze that sent sparks of heat up his back to fan under his skin. He squirmed against Hizashi with a low groan leaving the blonde when he pressed down into his lap causing the chair to buckle lightly.
Fast breaths fanned over his cheek then his neck. Warm, warm, warm. He pressed his lips below his jaw when he felt that hand on his hand lifting away to reach up. Removing those headphones where they clattered lightly when they hit the ground before that hand returned to his chest. He nipped at his husband's earlobe earning him a shudder from the blonde. A sharp exhale when he nipped at him again with a low hum only to feel that hand on his ass tightening once more with a gentle kneading.
Firm squeezes coming intermittently had his dick twitching once again. The heat fanning under his skin went hand-in-hand with that maddening thrumming when he caught the quiet sound of a swallow. Oh, he could feel his husband shuddering beneath him when he bit at the shell of his ear carefully to keep from dislodging his hearing aids. The click of his double helix off his teeth earned him another shudder from his husband. And then he felt hips shifting beneath him before pressing up slightly.
Thighs tensing beneath him when he felt that idle rocking that had him all too eager to join in with it. Pressing himself down firmly against the blonde, he happily joined in that rocking when he got a whine from the blonde. Tugging at the hem of his shirt again with that playfulness before he flipped it up. Slipping his fingers beneath it to touch the warmth of his stomach had muscles quivering viciously. His husband squirmed when he pressed his palm to the warmth of his skin with a shudder at the twitching thrust up against him.
Swallowing down a groan, he fanned his fingers out where he brushed blindly until he felt the light hair of that happy trail. Tracing his fingertips down it to the waistband of his leather pants. The studded belt his husband wore. Sliding his fingers beneath then, he lifted them up to lift them up before letting them snap back against his husband's waist. He swept his hand up over his stomach earning himself a weaker quiver of muscles when he moved his hand upwards towards his husband's fluttering chest.
Fanning his fingers out through the curls of blonde hair covering it. A shudder ran over the blonde followed by a keening whine when he bit at his ear again sending a sharp twist of excitement through him. There was nothing he loved more than the knowledge of how sensitive Hizashi's ears are. How that sensitivity was increased after a day of wearing his headphones at work. It had his breath catching when he squeezed his thighs together against the blonde as he rocked himself in time with that idle speed.
Breathless at that heat ripping itself up to rake beneath the surface of his skin leaving him flushed. How it was twisting with those flashes that had him squirming when he slid his hand along his husband's chest. Through the blonde curls where he flicked his fingers out blindly with a whimper from the blonde. A muffled click of his nails hitting off of his husband's piercing had the blonde's chest arching forward. He then blew gently at the blonde's ear; a light burst to keep from overwhelming his hearing aid.
Just enough to get the reaction he wanted from his husband. Oh, it had the blonde squirming with another keening whimper ripping out of him when he traced the shell of his ear with the tip of his tongue before pressing a light kiss to his ear. To keep that feedback from hurting his husband's damaged ears. Straightening up to face Hizashi once again, he flicked his fingers over the blonde's hardening nipple when he leaned forward. Meeting his husband halfway once he noticed that forward lean from the blonde.
Closing the gap once again, he leaned in eagerly to capture those soft, warm lips with his own in a hard press when they slid against his. He captured those soft, warm lips with his own with another of those hard presses when they slid against his. A sharp smack ringing out that had him all too delighted to throw himself back into those urgent, passionate kisses. The hunger in them unmistakable. It sent shivers up his back as he rocked his hips down against the blonde when he got another hard squeeze to his ass.
Fingers dug in fiercely tearing a low moan out of him at the pleasure it sent pooling into his stomach. That hard squeeze was then loosened in favor of that hand sweeping up his back to coax him into arching. Pressing his chest tightly against the blonde's. A shuddering breath flew out of him sharply when he brushed his fingers over Hizashi's hardening nipple again before fanning his hand out to flick his thumb over it. A gentle rub over it back and forth, back and forth, back and forth in an idle flick over it.
A slow caress that had his husband's hips pressing up firmly against him. It had the chair creaking beneath him but God if he couldn't ignore it when he pressed himself down firmly to the blonde. Hard. Rocking in time with his husband, his dick gave a volley of twitches when fingers snuck beneath his open jumpsuit once again before fingers were rubbing over his areola blindly. Nails dragging over it lightly had him squirming against his husband when that idle speed inched up. Hardly subtle but it had him eager.
Giddily moving along with his husband when his dick twitched excitedly again when that hand slid up and down his back. An absent minded caress that had tingles fanning under his feverish skin only to pool into his stomach. To feed into the start of that twisting ache forming in his lower stomach. Whining under his breath at the pressure taking from, he pressed himself down firmly against the blonde to seek out that outer pressure. To give himself a fighting chance at soothing the ache as he rocked his hips down.
To rid himself of the ache that had come to him in flickers and knots each time his husband teased him. Each time he grabbed at him only to fly away without giving him time to process it. But now, now, now he had nothing but time to take note of how it was twisting in his lower stomach to welcome his crotch into it. Had him rocking down with that quiet sense of urgency as he moved his lips eagerly with the blonde's as shallow breaths fanned over his cheek. The sharp smacks of their moving lips were painfully loud.
The light squeaks and buckling groans of the chair beneath them. The shallow, racing huffs of breaths being taken frantically. Choked down groans and whines. Whimpers and moans barely making it out of tight throats. He was electrified. A bolt of awareness that fed into the arousal twisting under his skin that went hand-in-hand with that lust. The hunger that had been doing nothing but building, building, building. The desire to have Hizashi touch him already only to be denied it when it seemed he wanted it.
As if Hizashi knew it hence the overstimulation of it coming in intervals that seemed random. Out of nowhere. He whimpered when fingers drifted over his nipple lightly when the hand on his back slid down to grab at his ass in another of those hard squeezes. Rocking his hips down against Hizashi had the blonde squiring beneath him. Twisting restlessly with thighs flexing beneath him that had the chair protesting with each fidget of his. It was painfully loud, all of it was, and yet he couldn't think to muffle himself properly.
He flicked his thumb over the blonde's hard nipple giddily before bringing his fingers together pinch at it. It earned him a renewed squeeze on his ass with a sharp pull that had his hips bucking forward. The burst of heat up his back at the action tearing low, strangled moans from the both of them when he rolled his hips down. Tight, hard circles against the blonde as he crushed his lips against those soft ones with those passionate slides to muffle himself. Swallowing down another moan when his dick twitched excitedly.
Flinching at the droplet of pre-come soaking into his boxers then when the blonde pressed up with that similar strength. Whining when he felt another drop leaving him as pants fanned over his cheek. He gave another tight roll of his hips down while hips rocked up against him when that hand pulled at him again in another thrust. It had sparks of heat racing up his back when fingers flicked over his nipple. Everything was a fucking rush hitting him over and over again. It was like something out of his damn wet dreams.
Knowing anyone could walk in at any damn moment and there'd be nothing he or Hizashi could do to stop it. That anyone could see him moving in time with his husband. There wouldn't be a thing the blonde could do given their positioning, and it was fucking exciting. Oh, it had him abandoning that quick rocking with the blonde to grind himself down in tight circles. Finding a pleasure in that friction when he groaned at the blonde ecstatically earning himself a whine back. Shrill. Far, far too loud causing him to twitch.
Hips bucking up against him when he gave a sharper pinch to that nipple between his fingers. Twisting idly at it when the blonde yanked at him again in time with a thrust up causing the chair to buckle loudly beneath them. Oh, oh, oh it triggered that gush of blood faster than before. It left him dizzy. Breathless. He crushed his lips to Hizashi's with those sharp smacks ringing out with the hard kisses. That hungry lust making itself all too apparent. The passion that could bring anyone to their knees when given to them.
It had his heart pounding as his stomach fluttered with an intensity to leave him sick from the reactions of his body. They were the kind of kisses he fucking loves to receive from his husband as that heat ripped into him leaving him a shaking mess. Pouring his lust, his hunger, and his desire for the man beneath him into the kiss as he ground himself down. Tight, hard circles against the blonde earning himself a low moan as hips responded in kind with hard, fierce circles being ground into him much to his delight.
He tightened his arm around his shoulder to cling onto the back of Hizashi's neck as he gave firm squeezes that had his husband squirming. Pants speeding up to that racing speed much like his own shallow breaths steadily creeping towards the same rhythm. Whining with a squirm at that gush of blood down, down, down moving so fast through his veins it burned. Pressing his hardening dick against the blonde had him squirming with a keening whimper as hands held onto him. Squeezed at him fiercely.
Hizashi's hips then thrusted up against him sending sparks of heat up his back to which he yanked sharply at his husband's nipple. And ohhhh, the strangled cry it got him was muffled quickly when the blonde jerked beneath him. The hand holding onto his ass tightened into that maddening kneading that had him moaning under his breath. God, he was so hot. So hot, so hot, so hot he didn't know what to do with himself.
He had known he was getting worked up throughout the day from that ruthless teasing, but had he truly been wound this tight? Standing on an edge he hadn't a clue he'd been teetering on? That Hizashi had been teetering on? It had his shallow pants hitching on a sharp inhale when fingers flicked over his hardened nipple again
before giving a brief squeeze. It was eerily similar to the many, many make out sessions he'd have with Hizashi back when he was living in his mother's apartment. Those lazy afternoons that would be awkward as they tried to find anything and everything to do first before giving in to those desires. Running out of tasks, he always inevitably would find himself in Hizashi's lap with hands hesitantly sliding along his waist to tug him closer. When hands would dive beneath shirts to flick and touch curiously at one another's nipples.
In that odd time when they'd taken their shirts off for the first time but had been hesitant for a bit afterwards to do it again. It felt eerily similar to it, only this time they couldn't take shirts off. It was too risky to remove clothing like that without explanation. He was burning, burning, burning up in his husband's lap when fingers gave another tight, brief pinch to his nipple to which he answered in king with a tug. Giving a harder pinch on that pierced nipple that had his husband jerking beneath him.
Hips thrusting up against him desperately in a frenzy of thrusts that had him bouncing lightly with a moan clawing at his throat. The chair squeaking lightly beneath them when he jerked himself down to pin Hizashi's frantically thrusting hips down with tight rolls. Grinding himself into his lap when his hardening erection twitched with that distinctive wet drop soaking into the fabric of his boxers. A shuddering huff of air left him when he parked his lips against the blonde's to trace his soft bottom lip with the tip of his tongue.
A light brush that he then repeated on his top lip earning himself a shudder from his husband when the hand on his ass tightened in a fierce grip. Hard, hard, hard. He huffed through his nose desperately when he flicked his tongue lightly at Hizashi's lips with a quiet whine. Wanting, wanting, wanting. Needing, needing, needing everything he can get away with. He wanted absolutely everything he could get away with without getting caught by someone. Wanted to push the limits and toe the line a bit.
He shuddered with a deafening, keening whimper flying out of him when Hizashi's lips parted against his own to which he opened his mouth wider. Moving his tongue in an overeager movement had it scraping against the edge of his teeth, but he didn't care when he heard that light click. The touch of the blonde's tongue to his own as shallow pants fanned over his cheek when he felt hips bucking up beneath him again. Grinding tight circles up against him that he encouraged him to continue his own grinding.
Tight, hard circles ground down to his husband had hips arching up with the chair groaning beneath them when he yanked at that nipple again. Pinching so tight he swore he could feel the bar running through it. And it had hips snapping up against him with urgent thrusts that had him bouncing with them. It tore a moan out of him when he slid his tongue against Hizashi's where he flicked at that smooth metal ball. Swirling his tongue around it before nudging at it playfully. Rubbing his tongue to the blonde's.
Shuddering when he got that rub back with a huff fanning over his cheek when he felt the hand on his ass moving. Releasing its hard squeeze on it, it crept forward with a caress over his thigh sending tingles racing to pool into his stomach. His erection gave a happy little twitch as he flinched at the drops of pre-come already soaking into his boxers. It'd be making a wet patch in no time. He twisted his tongue with Hizashi's eagerly when he felt a squirm beneath him from the blonde when that hand came forward.
Wedging itself between his thighs, fingers pressed against him curiously tearing a choked whimper out of him. Bucking his hips forward with that spark of eagerness, he got a firmer press down against him before that hand was shifting. Cupping him when he got a sharp tug on his nipple. Pinching tighter at it to get him squirming with another sharp buck of his hips against the blonde's hand as that tongue flicked at his playfully. He giddily flicked his tongue back at the blonde's before sliding it over Hizashi's.
Arching forward into that hand, he shuddered when he got a firm squeeze that had him squirming against his husband. Rubbing, twisting, flicking his tongue with his husband's as he squeezed at the nape of his neck before he was moving his hands down, down, down. Abandoning their places on his husband to shove them down to begin clawing blindly at that buckle of his belt. Grunting as he pulled blindly at the buckle to work it apart while hips ground up viciously against him with a low moan. Encouraging him.
He couldn't help a low moan of his own when the blonde tightened his hand on him. God, it was a fucking risk what he wanted. It was an awful, horrible risk he couldn't afford but he wanted it so badly. Wanted it more than anything. A final bit of a risqué to the situation they had discussed that morning in the parking lot. Grinding himself down fiercely against the blonde as that hand began to knead at him had shivers racing up his back. Sparks of heat that had him squirming with racing, rasping pants fanning over his cheek.
The chair buckled and squeaked rhythmically beneath them. Threatening to break apart with the consistent movement in it. He shuddered when he finally managed to work apart that buckle as he pulled his belt through it before flinging it open with a clink. He reached blindly for the button of his fly to rip it apart impatiently. Arching against that hand with an impatient buck at that kneading rhythm of his. Tight, slack, tight, slack. Hard, light, hard, light. It was an absolute tease. Just like everything else done today.
It had him whimpering under his breath as he yanked at that button intent on staying together the more as he blindly clawed at it. Tugging, tugging, tugging at the small button when he finally got it apart with a sharp exhale. Reaching for the small zipper, he couldn't help another choked sound when Hizashi began to rub at him. Hard, slow rubs that had him thrusting eagerly against his palm as fingers curled in enough to squeeze at him intermittently. Fuck. He yanked at the zipper eagerly when he shuddered with a whine.
Hizashi's erection strained out to press against the zipper as he eased it down. He then eagerly upped his fly apart then slipped his hand in to rub the backs of his fingers against his husband. Shuddering at the twitch of that hardening erection beneath them before he shifted his hand to press firmly to it. Mirroring the touch of the blonde on himself, he felt hips jiggling up beneath him much like his own impatient movements. And he happily curved his fingers to fit against Hizashi properly with a firm squeeze.
It had a snapping, guttural growl leaving his husband when hips jerked up when he began to rub at him. Matching those hard, slow rubs being given to himself with the blonde twisting, squirming, restlessly beneath him. Fuck him, it had him burning up. Hot, hot, hot as he rubbed with that hard press down against his husband. Feeling that small wet patch from the drops of pre-come beginning to leave to the blonde. It had him twisting his tongue with Hizashi's with a renewed vigor before massaging it to his.
Shuddering when he felt the answering rub followed by an undulation that allowed for that bottom ball to rub across the top of his tongue. Shivers raced down his back when he whimpered under his breath at those hard rubs. Slow. God, it had his toes curling in his boots with those huffing pants fanning over his uncomfortably hot cheek when he squirmed. He was so hot. The mere thought of someone opening those doors right now had him squirming. Twisting against his husband with that urgent rock of his hips.
Arching forward into the blonde's rubbing hand when he felt his husband squirming beneath him. Moaning under his breath in that strangled pitch had his blood boiling through his very veins with that heat. All day he'd suffer those teases. The shameless groping. The grinding, the hugs, the hand holding. The ruthless teasing of dirty assumptions under Hizashi's breath that would light him up. All the slaps and squeezes to his ass. The teasing kisses that would target his jaw and cheeks but never his lips.
Never giving him the kisses he sought after. Always flitting away before he could register the aching heat pooling into his stomach. A shot of heat given to him throughout the day like a ticking time bomb waiting for the trigger. For the go ahead to erupt and leave him in absolute tatters as he burned away. And he was sizzling. Oh, it was hotter than fucking anything having to keep himself quiet. At Hizashi trying in vain to muffle himself. For he couldn't be one hundred percent sure every single teacher was gone.
That someone wasn't lingering about and wouldn't hesitate to throw open that door to find him in a not so innocent position in his husband's lap. To find him squirming, twisting, wriggling restlessly as his back arched with hips rocking forward urgently with impatient jiggles breaking through now and again. Arching forward against his husband who was rubbing at him so fucking good he couldn't think of asking him to stop. Not now that he was giddily returning that same pleasure to his husband.
He rubbed at him with that hard press against his twitching erection. Feeling those wet drops soaking into the fabric beneath his fingers as hips jiggled up against him. Knowing there was only one singular, unlocked door between him and his image he wanted to have at work. One unlocked door standing between him and the outside world. From being caught with his husband's hands down his pants. His hands down his husband's pants. It was a rush that had him moaning under his breath back at the blonde.
Felt a hit of that jewelry off of his teeth. The scrape of Hizashi's tongue against the edges of them with an overeager twist with his. Fuck, fuck, he was breathless. Burning hot, hot, hot. He wouldn't stand this much longer if he was truly honest with himself; no matter how mortifying that confession was, it was true. He'd been riled up, teased, pushed and groped until he was damn near twisted up by the blonde's countless touches. His constant squeezing, grinding, rubbing, and kneading at him all day.
All under their coworkers noses. He was getting the touch of his husband all day whether it was sexual or nonsexual. And here he was, so shamelessly sprawled out in his lap with hips rocking forward with shallow thrusts to meet that rubbing that was picking up speed that had his feet squirming. His legs moving restlessly before he planted his feet to the floor to press off of with those shallow thrusts to match that change. It had his pants rasping out of him at that increasing speed as Hizashi rubbed at him.
Faster, faster, faster.
He giddily copied that increasing speed as hips jiggled up with an arch from the seat beneath him. Pressing his fingers down firmly to the twitching bulge as drops of pre-come soaked into the thin boxers beneath his fingers. Fuck, he didn't have a hope of taking this calmly, did he? He knew he'd be excited, he knew he'd be fucking eager, but dammit he felt ready to crawl out of his own skin. That maddening thrumming had him twisting eagerly as he undulated, rubbed, twisted his tongue with his husband's.
Pressing his lips harder to those thinner ones. Huffing through his nose desperately with identical pants fanning over his cheek as he rubbed at his husband with that increased speed. Pressing down harder to do his best at mirroring the fingers rubbing at him. The friction had his lashes fluttering against his hot cheeks that throbbed lightly with the force of the blush burning there. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He felt insatiable. Wanted more from his husband even if it meant they would most likely be caught red-handed.
He could see the light fading over the horizon taking with it the red glow behind his eyelids. Knew those overhead lights would turn on any second; would draw more attention to who could be left in the room. It had his erection twitching with a light throb from the sharp twist of excitement. Restlessly squirming against his husband when lips broke away from his with a sharp smack. Rasping gasps being taken by the both of them when hips thrusted shallowing against his rubbing hand when he forced his heavy lashes up.
Finding that flaming, lustful gaze on him with kiss-swollen lips parting slightly as that blush smothered itself over his cheeks. A faint, glistening sheen gathering on his forehead. Clammy. His hand pressed down fiercely to his twitching erection with fast rubs bringing with it a pleasure that threatened to make his eyes roll back. And he wanted to watch that flushed face as he rubbed at his husband in return. Fast, fast, fast. Damn near grinding his fingers into him with each drag had hips jumping up against his palm eagerly.
The rattling of the chair was a consistent sound beneath them with its light, buckling thuds from the sharper movements. The braced position of Hizashi's back against it with his hips raised slightly from the seat. Huffing, rasping pants being taken by the both of them were painfully loud when his husband gasped in with jolt beneath him when he slid left hand up to pinch at a nipple once again. Tugging at it sharply had his husband twisting beneath him. God, he wished that the blonde could be loud.
He wanted to hear those howls and shouts. Those moans, groans, whines and whimpers that he could recognize anywhere. He wanted to hear the breathless gasps of his name. The snapping, snarling growls of his name like he was a plague on the blonde. He wanted to hear everything he'd hear in the bedroom. He wanted to touch Hizashi as he would any other time as he rubbed quick, quick, quick at the blonde. Shuddering at the jiggling thrusts up against his hand when he paused to give a firm squeeze.
It had a groan flying out of his husband. Deafening in the silence of the room much like those rasping pants taken between the both of them. The drag of hands over fabric with squirms that had the chair beneath the blonde squeaking intermittently with its buckling cracks. It had his erection twitching excitedly when he whimpered at the hard squeeze given to it in response. The roll of that heel grinding into him as fingers kneaded at him had him clenching his jaw with a swallow to keep from shouting.
Gnashing his teeth together at the tight circles Hizashi used. To keep from throwing his head back and wailing at the pleasure ripping up his back in sizzling sparks. Fanning that restless heat beneath his skin that had that clammy sweat pricking at his forehead. Can't breathe without feeding that heat coiling in his stomach. Feeding the arousal that had his head spinning when he bucked against the blonde's hand eagerly with a whimper ripping itself from his tight throat. Through his clenched, gnashing teeth.
He let his head drop forward against Hizashi's padded shoulder with feet squirming. Dangling then pressing to the floor again in his awkward reach. Shaking. He swore he'd never, never, never been hotter. More turned on in his life knowing he was misstep away from being caught. From being labeled a pervert for doing such things with his husband here of all places. And yet it merely had his hips bucking eagerly to chase after the sparks of pleasure knotting lowly in his stomach. Had his toes curling tightly in his boots.
Huffing into his husband's padded shoulder. He then dropped his left hand from its resting position on the blonde's chest. He moved it down to trace the waistband of his boxers with the edges of his nails lightly when another strangled whimper flew out of him when he felt the blonde nod. A sharp movement with an echoing whine when he curled his fingers over it. Tugging it away from the blonde's waist as he slid his fingers over that twitching bulge. Earning himself a keening whine as hips arched up.
Then he slipped his hand down it into the blonde's boxers to wrap his fingers tightly around his erection. Working it out carefully, the blonde shivered with a low groan once he was pulled out when he felt fingers tugging at his boxers. Pulling them away from his waist as his breaths caught on a choked gasp when fingers were curling around him. Tugging him out with the wet patch forming on his boxers clung onto him. Annoying. Embarrassing. He was drowning under the heat twisting under his skin insistently.
Howling for that relief as it insisted the flickers having been easy to live with earlier. This heat was burning him up. Sizzling faster than he could comprehend it. Shuddering when he felt the hand holding his boxers away let go to grab at his waist. Tugging him at him to arch his hips forward to which he giddily complied without a second thought. Shuddering when the blonde's hips arched up slightly with that gloved hand wrapping around their erections. Squeezing them together tightly sent a spark of heat up his back.
Squirming, he shifted his head against his husband's shoulder pad. Looking down into their laps as the blonde whined softly. He watched the kneading motions of the blonde's fingers that sent sparks up his back. At the drop of pre-come welling along the slit of his erection that dribbled down quickly with another taking its place. Wet, wet, wet. He bucked his hips in a thrust into the blonde's kneading hand tearing a groan from the blonde with a strangled moan leaving himself. Encouraging his husband onward.
The last time they'd done anything like this, since they indulged in frotting, had been before the blonde got his piercings. When was the last time? Fuck, it'd been so long. And it had him bucking against him only to feel that burst of heat up on his back at the rub of those piercings against him. Ohhh, he knew it was dangerous to rub against them let alone in such a public setting. That it could cause chafing to the sensitive area. But the blonde didn't breathe a complaint when fingers squeezed tightly around them.
A strangled moan from the both of them. Watching as a droplet of pre-come welling along the blonde's slit before it dripped down between them as one another began to well up. So slick it left him shuddering when Hizashi kneaded at the both of them. There was a feverish haze fogging up the rationality; the screaming voice in the back of his head telling him someone needed to be more alert. To be on the watch but he couldn't think long enough to give in to that rationality. If anything, it was only serving to rile him up.
Get hot, hot, hot when the blonde gave a lazy stroke that had his hips bucking again in another thrust against him. Clenching his jaw to muffle that moan trying to break free. Burying his face into the blonde's shoulder with his left hand moving to cling to his waist. Squeezing a fistful of that white shirt tightly to his palm when he felt the blonde's other hand curving to grab onto his thigh. Kneading at him when that hand began to move properly in strokes that had him pinching his lips together tightly with a clench of his jaw.
Pressing his face into that shoulder pad with a shudder racing down his back. Hips bucked up in a thrust that gave the pleasure of those piercings rubbing at him. Oh, it was so good. Lost in that heat when he felt Hizashi's head turn to bit sharply at the shell of his ear with pants fanning over it. Shuddering at the rub of the balls of those studs against him. The drag of Hizashi's erection rubbing against his was something he could never get enough of. Fuck, it had him whimpering shrilly into his shoulder.
"Tell me, baby, did you like it? Di-Did you like having me to-touch you like that?" Oh. Oh, that was dangerous territory with how deeply that breathless voice was pitching itself. Husky. A baritone pitch to rival those shrill octaves of his. "Do you like ha-having me touch you wh-where anyone can see? Do-Do you like it when I-I grab your ass? Touch you un-under the table? What about now, huh? Wa-Want me to je-jerk you off 'til you cum? Fu-Fuck anyone who fi-finds us? I be-bet you want me to fuck you, do-don't you?"
It wasn't fair. God, it wasn't playing fair at all when he had that gasping, husky voice in his ear like that. Damn near purring at him in broken stutters as he squirmed and twisted against the blonde with that tight press to keep himself from being too loud. Too loud, loud, loud. He can't but God if his husband wasn't throwing gasoline on that raging fire. It had him shuddering when he nodded frantically with a whimper. Thrusting to meet a curving stroke of the blonde's slick hand. "Mmmnn! Nnghn!"
"Oh? Ca-Can't talk, huh? You're not go-gonna let me hear that filthy mouth of yo-yours? Not go-gonna tell me how bad yo-you want me to throw you on your de-desk? Be-Bend you over and fuck you silly li-like I know you want me too? That you don't wa-want my cock in you? You don't wanna fu-fffuck where someone can see what a sha-shameless thing you are? Ho-How bad you want me? You do-don't want others to see how you fu-fuck yourself on my cock li-like it's the be-best thing you've ever had?"
Squeezing his eyes shut, the blonde's hand began to move faster, faster, faster. Stroking them both in compliance with his shallow thrusts as he squirmed against the blonde when he squeezed at his fistful of shirt. Brows coming together to squeeze tightly causing the muscles to twitch. His cheeks throbbed lightly from the uncomfortable heat of that blush when he nodded frantically again. God, he couldn't lie to save his life. His husband knew just what to say , didn't he? "Mmmsss! Mm! Nnnnghn!"
"Te-Tell me, are you gonna cum al-already? You wa-wanna cum all over me, baby? Make me wear my ruined shirt ar-around others? You wa-wanna make a mess all ov-over me? Bring me to your room and let me fuck you into that damn mattress of yours? Mmm! Ah! Ah, fuck! Nnnn, yo-you want me to po-pound that tight ass of yours in-into it? Fu-Fuck you until your legs are sha-shaking? Yo-You want me to fu-fuck your brains out then make lo-love to you so swe-sweet you're crying? Wa-Want me inside you?"
God, he was suffocating under that heat. Clinging onto his husband as he jerked his hips to slide shallowly against his husband. Eager for another rub of those piercings against him. Slick, slick, slick from the dripping pre-come. Making a mess over his husband's hand and glove no doubt but fuck him, it was an awful ploy of the blonde's. Teasing him with those lowly purred, breathless words in his ear like that. Teeth bit sharply at the shell of his ear sending a jolt down his back that had him whining into his padded shoulder.
Hips jerking in a sharp thrust before he could stop himself yet it merely got him a moan from the blonde. A thrust that had Hizashi rubbing against him when fingers tightened to press him tight, tight, tight to that twitching erection. Huffing through his nose, he squirmed before thrusting forward into the blonde's grasp. Thrusting up with a light, slick sound, when the teeth released their bite on his ear. Hizashi's head instead dipped down to press a kiss to the side of his nose where he buried his face into his neck.
Muffling a moan when fingers squeezed tightly at the both of them to which he ground himself forward. Grinding himself shamelessly against the blonde's twitching erection had those strokes increasing in speed. The light jiggle of his shoulder beneath his arm was a rhythmic feel that had him tightening his holds on the man. Squirming, twisting, bucking into his hand with the rub of that wet leather against his erection had sparks racing up his back. Moving his husband causing the chair to buckle and squeak beneath them.
Incapable of keeping himself still, the rasping pants leaving his husband fanned against his skin leaving it hot, hot, hot. Damp. Fuck, he never could have assumed it would be this hot, but it had him sizzling. Boiling in his own skin. Hizashi may have nearly pushed it too far but fuck he was so, so happy he asked for this. So happy. It gave him the chance to chase after the thrill of the café bathroom. To chase after the excitement that came with doing something so lewd that anyone could find them had his legs shaking.
His hands as he clutched at his husband. Holding himself so tightly to his chest he couldn't tell whose chest was heaving faster. Who's slamming heartbeat he felt against his chest, but it didn't matter, matter, matter when he was grinding himself shamelessly against Hizashi's erection. Felt hips rolling forward to copy his movements that hand flew over their erections with a hard squeeze that had him muffling his moans. Clenching his jaw against them tightly did the best he could to keep from growing louder.
To keep himself quiet.
He couldn't keep himself still if he wanted too as he pressed against the blonde forcing them back against the wall with the chair rattling lightly beneath them. Grinding himself slickly against Hizashi before pulling his hips back to thrust into his hand again. Repeating the movement with a moan at the rub of those slick piercings against him when the blonde's hips twitched up shallowly. Cautious before pulling back to meet his thrust into his hand tearing a moan out of him. A guttural sound ringing with encouragement.
It had an answering moan vibrating into the side of his neck sending shivers down his back when he clenched his jaw. Trying to swallow down another moan trying to claw itself out of his tight throat. Swallowing hard when his back arched at the thrust the blonde then gave another thrust mere seconds after his own. He forced that frantic urge to thrust, thrust, thrust into his hand to chase after that pleasure down. Choking it down to remain patient when the blonde squirmed beneath him. Whining into his skin.
Racing pants trembled when he pulled his hips back with his husband pulling his own back. Thrusting into that stroking hand tore a deafening moan out of his husband when that thrust was repeated again. Thrusting into the blonde's hand together had those piercings rubbing against him so fucking good it had him writhing. A moan tearing out of him despite his best effort to keep himself quiet with his tightly clenched jaw. Gnashing his teeth. God, he couldn't get enough of that wet drag around him.
The slick slide of Hizashi's erection against him had him utterly breathless. Eager to press himself fiercely to the blonde as he rolled his hips to grind against him. Shuddering when he thrusted into the blonde's stroking hand eagerly as he swallowed down a whine when Hizashi moved with him. The slick sound of that hand stroking them fast, fast, fast had him burning up as he snapped his hips forward in shallow thrusts. Whining when Hizashi followed along with those quiet whimpers vibrating into him.
Eager. Squirming. So, so restless he'd do anything to satisfy that heat burning under his skin so viciously. Twisting into his stomach when he tightened his arm around the blonde's shoulder. Holding onto the leather of his coat with a shaking hand as he thrusted into his hand. Needing, needing, needing a bit of relief. A bit of something after that sudden burst of heat. Of the arousal trickled to him all damn day it left him overwhelmed. He huffed into his husband's shoulder with feet pressing awkwardly to the floor.
Thrusting himself into the blonde's hand desperately with that hand squeezing around them tightly. Thrusting in unison with him as his back arched with the pleasure ripping up it relentlessly as he jerked his hips. Thrusting against the blonde's erection in slides that had muffled moans ringing out. Shuddering, shaking, as he moved with his husband who was snapping his hips up faster. Faster, faster, fast in time with that stroking hand to which he tried holding his breath to keep those sounds down.
Fuck, the rub of Hizashi's piercings was a new sensation but it was so fucking good he couldn't get enough of it. His forehead prickled with a clammy sheen of sweat from the hot pocket he made against the blonde's shoulder. His rasping pants while he thrusted in unison with his husband. Squeezing at his fistful of shirt before moving his hand away in favor of covering the dripping heads of their erections. Rolling his palms, his fingers, over them had his husband groaning at him with hips bucking up eagerly.
Hizashi then began to move his hand faster in curving strokes with fingers kneading around them in that maddening rhythm tearing a moan out of him. Too loud, too loud, too loud. They were being vocal but he couldn't stop. Couldn't think of stopping. Not when he was finally, finally, finally close to getting a relief of some kind. It was an electric excitement with each thrust into his husband's hand. Slipping and grinding against Hizashi who ground his hips forward with that hand squeezing tight around him.
The chair buckling, rattling, beneath them deafeningly with those light squeaks as they leaned forward against the wall. The heat of Hizashi's feverish skin radiating through the thin material of his white t-shirt. Off of his face tucked away into the side of his neck. He rolled his palm over them both before cupping them both with fingers kneading in between those rolls that had his husband moaning with such volume it had him shuddering. Hizashi thrusted with him to give him that slick slide that felt so goddamn good.
He could catch those quiet, crooning praises from his husband coming breathlessly in between those huffing breaths. The keening sounds ripping unwillingly from him one at a time. God, he was so hot. There was a light shake to his spread thighs as he ground himself forward in a slide that had his husband clutching at him tightly. Holding onto him tightly as he massaged his fingers into the blonde's dripping head before tapping at it slickly. A wet sound that had hips thrusting up eagerly with an impatient jiggle.
The huffing, ragged pants stuttering on hitches as he squirmed in unison with his husband. Shuddering. Twisting. He could feel that spark twisting into0 a knot in his lower stomach. Fuck, he'd never thought of his hole as aching, as throbbing, but God if he didn't want Hizashi to do it. Moral or ethical or rationality be damned. He'd happily let this man slam him down on his desk if it meant he could have him just once. If he could toe the line by increasing that risk factor. Take a gamble and be reckless like that.
It had his back arching with a moan as he thrusted into his husband's hand with a renewed vigor as he huffed ragged pants through his nose. Grinding himself shamelessly in those slides against Hizashi's twitching erection as he rolled his fingers and palm over dripping heads as drops of pre-come smeared over them leaving them slick, slick, slick. Welling and dripping faster than he could keep up and it had him blazing. Set on fire with no hope of surviving it as that heat threatened to leave him in a pile of ash.
A puddle by the time they were done. The creaking buckles of the chair beneath them was a consistent, unmistakable sound in the room. The ragged, rasping pants being taken through noses. The slick, wet sound of his husband's hand stroking them both fast, fast, fast with his own slick hand moving to knead. Massage at those dripping heads eagerly as he thrusted forward in time with Hizashi. Felt that twitching erection grinding to his own had his toes curling tightly in his boots. All from some ass squeezes.
Touches to his waist and thighs. Being pinned up against walls, corners, and sinks when his husband had the chance. The taunting touches that left him squirming with hitching breaths before his husband was walking away. The slaps to his ass before the blonde was taking off with that cocky smirk on his lips that made that stupid, stiff mustache of his twitch. How it widened when his face would turn red. The grinding that was done to him with the blonde making no secret of his lingering hands on his hips.
His waist. The proximity of him when he was trapped in the elevator with him where hips had rolled lazily against him. Lips trailing over his jaw and cheeks. Touches that were highly inappropriate but God if he hadn't asked for it. Made sure his husband was okay with it. And he was burning, burning, burning. The blonde was wicked with his treatment of him today and that ruthlessness that had him harder than anything. God, he knew frotteurism wasn't meant to be pleasurable. It was a nonconsensual act.
Done on a nonconsenting person. But he fucking loved every second of today when the blonde would manage to corner him in those small spaces. Gotten him alone. Being teased, shoved, prodded and taunted into that flustered state by his husband who seemed to give him exactly what he needed when he needed it. Wanted it. Even now, his husband was letting him shamelessly jerk himself off with his hand. Against his twitching erection as he huffed into his shoulder. Identical huffs against the side of his neck.
That knot twisted into his lower stomach tearing a keening whimper out of him when he tightened his grasps on his husband. Over the slick heads as pre-come dripped down faster than he could rub them away. Leaving them slick with slides that had him thrusting eagerly against the blonde. Rubbing, grinding, sliding himself giddily against his erection only to feel those identical thrusts against him. Rubbing and grinding back. Heaving in those frantic breaths, he could feel the shake of the thighs beneath him.
Squirming when the blonde squeeze at the bases of their erections. Kneading before that slick hand was sliding up with a curve allowing him to feel the wet drag of that glove against him. Stroking them fast, fast, fast. Rolling his palm and fingers over the head frantically to get the both of them over the edge as that paranoia began to prickle. Raising its head. Wondering if the creaking was truly the chair beneath them or if it was possible someone was outside. If the door had been shut all the way like he thought.
If it had been left hanging open somewhat. If there were eyes on them right now and if Nezu would be waiting to scold them both. As paranoid inducing as they were, the thoughts acted as shots of heat to his system that had his erection twitching when Hizashi let out a moan into his neck. Clutching at him to keep him close, close, close as hips thrusted up into that stroking hand to bump at his palm and fingers. Huffing. Gasping. He could feel that orgasm twisting into him viciously as it clawed its way up into him.
Building with each of those slick slides of his husband's erection to his own. And God if it didn't feel good. Hizashi had never been the thickest but when he was hard? Ohhh, the man could fill out his damn hand like nothing else. He felt so fucking good against him and the thickness that came from that stiffening of blood left him eager. Always left him desperate for another feel, another stroke, another touch. And right now, he felt amazing. So damn hard like his own twitching erection as he rubbed himself against it.
Shaking at that hard press of it as pleasure pooled into his stomach when he huffed through his nose desperately for a breath. A gasp to soothe the ragged burning in his chest. He needed a little more, more, more and he swore he'd be done. He couldn't live with this burning heat under his skin anymore. Couldn't take the heat and excitement a moment longer. He could feel that light erratic throbbing building in both erections as he slid himself eagerly against the blonde. They were so easily close.
He could feel the blonde squirming beneath him eagerly. Thrusting faster, faster, faster as he giddily followed along as pre-come smeared over his head but he could feel the blonde teetering. He was on that edge just like himself; teetering on the precipice of an orgasm that he could feel in himself. In the shake of his thighs as his stomach flexed tightly when his back arched. Gasping when he lifted his face from the blonde's shoulder as his mouth fell open when he turned towards his husband's ear.
Whimpering with a squirm had his husband groaning at him with hips snapping up against him. Nudging at his head with that slick head that was then ground against his fingers to which he returned that grind. Fingers squeezing at him tightly had him writhing with snapping thrusts of his own as he rubbed himself eagerly against the blonde with heaving pants leaving him. Shivering at the keening moan leaving his husband into the side of his neck with its muffled quality as that hand flew over the both of them.
Stroking with a vigor that had his legs shaking as he dragged his teeth over his lip to muffle a groan clawing at his throat. A whine. Whimper. Sounds clawing at him to be made leaving his throat tight as he rolled his fingers and palm frantically over the slick heads when he released that digging bit on his lower lip. Gasping when he felt that throbbing against his own erection that had thighs tensing beneath him with shaking pants fanning over his neck. So close, so close, so close. God, he was so fucking close.
There only needed to be a shove over the edge they were teetering on and that would be it. h He knew the second one of them tipped over the other wouldn't be far off. It was all about triggering the orgasm that was so damn close he could fucking taste it. Feel it as his tensing thighs shook lightly with his flexing stomach as he snapped his hips in time with Hizashi's. He needed a little more. He wanted desperately to get over that edge with his husband. To get off and soak up that after orgasmic bliss with Hizashi.
"Fu-Fuck, yessss! Sq-Squeeze me li-like that! Ju-Just like that! I want you to-to cum all over m-mmmmy hand! Cu-Cum for me, Zashi, baby, please? Mmmm! I ca-can't! I can't wa-wait! I need- Nnnghn! God, Zashi, please, please! Please, fu-fucking cum al-already! Yo-You're right there! Please! Ah! Ah, ah! God, I ne-need you too! Ne-Need you to cu-cum for me like a good boy! Nnnn! Ohh, fuck, Zashi! Yes! Yes, yes, yesss, love! Ma-Make both of us cu-cum! Do-Do it with me! All ov-over me! Ahhnn, shit! Yes!"
Muffled, breathless cries vibrated into his neck when he felt an arm curling around his waist to hug him tight, tight, tight to the shaking blonde. Hips thrusted up desperately as piercings dragged slickly over the underside of his erection. His lashes fluttered at the sensation before his eyes were rolling back. Burying his face into the blonde's shoulder again with a jerk at that stab of pleasure pooling into him. So loud, loud, loud they were. How could another person not hear them? How far did their voices carry?
Would it be polite to merely wait at this point if someone was? Or would they hide until they left? Was anyone there to begin with? Nemuri had implied she'd be making her rounds but did that ring truthful? He had not a clue. None. For the throbs of that erection against his own had him gasping his breaths in through his nose. Jerking, twisting, squirming with his husband as a cry burst out of the blonde then when his head ducked down. And teeth sank frantically at the juncture of his neck and shoulder.
Oh, oh, he couldn't handle that blazing heat. He clenched his jaw to muffle a shout of his own as he buried his face into that shoulder pad at the blunt pain racing over his feverish skin. Burning. Throbbing. He jerked himself against the blonde chasing after that precipice waiting, waiting, waiting. Sliding, grinding, rubbing and thrusting himself shamelessly into his husband's hand as Hizashi's hips jumped up to thrust into that slick hand with him. Rubbing against him so goddamn good it could make him drool.
He clung onto him when teeth dug in brutally into him with a pain throbbing outwards that had him jerking. Jolting with a tight squeeze on the heads of their erections as he jerked his hips up into the blonde's hand. Pumping fast, fast, fast over them with fingers kneading in time with that throbbing of their erection with curves that had him shuddering. Done, done, done. He was done. Fuck, he had meant his frantically whispered words to the blonde. He couldn't wait. Couldn't hold it off a second more.
He couldn't think of fighting off the orgasm that snapped over him. A delicate pluck so insignificant it would be easy to look over. He stiffened against his husband, thrusting desperately into his hand with a muffled moan leaving him as that white-hot heat rushed up his shaking thighs. Tingles coming with it the muscles of his abdomen flexed with hips jumping to meet the strokes of Hizashi's hand. The wet drag of leather over his skin was so fucking good. Shaking, squirming, stiffening up against his husband.
Whimpering as his erection throbbed frantically in time with the waves slamming over him. A white-hot heat unlike any other. Oh, it left him breathless under those waves a croaked, muffle sound left him. Shaking in Hizashi's arms as the blonde cried out into his shoulder as teeth dug into him when he felt hips snapping up. Rubbing against him added another stab of arousals. Another spark to prolong his orgasm as he felt the hot spurs against his palm. So hot, hot, hot. Oh, he was being ripped into shreds.
He was choking under that heat with the imagined scenario someone, anyone, could be watching them. Watching as he came. Helped in jerking them both off. It had him shaking with hips thrusting in jiggles as he finally felt the hot spurts of Hizashi's orgasm hitting his fingers. Sitting stiffly beneath him, the room felt so big around them. Now that all sound had ceased it felt like a cavern for that white-hot heat to continue slamming him. Cutting his air off. He was melting in Hizashi's grasp with each throb his erection gave.
Pulsing in the blonde's grip with each spurt leaving him.The waves of that orgasm ripped into him. Hollowing him out. Leaving him weak as he shook against his husband. It was the ultimate fantasy; being able to do something in such an open, public place? The unlocked door? Fuck. It made him downright giddy. Euphoric. Shaking, shaking, shaking against Hizashi with that orgasm ripping through him with that white-hot heat that felt so, so good it was agony. Relieving him of the blazing heat that had been plaguing him.
Had blistered to life the second he saw Hizashi whipping around the corner with that sparkle to his gaze. When he'd entered the staff room and reached for him. All the flashes plagued on him throughout the day with each touch. And yet that white-hot heat was just as agonizing as it plagued him with that lingering effects. Too much, too much, too much. Not enough, not enough, not enough. Drowning, drowning, drowning. Boiling. His hips thrusted weakly to aid the ending wave he felt cresting lower, lower, lower in him as.
Draining out of him as that orgasm rushed out. Leaving him weak against the blonde with a turn of his head against his shoulder as a shuddering breath left him. Gasping in another that rushed out on a rasping exhale as his husband remained stiff beneath him for a moment longer. Teeth buried into that juncture before releasing that hard bite that had him whimpering. The blonde slumped back into the chair with arched hips dropping down causing it to buckle. The light clink of his buckle that had been lost to his feverish mind.
Bouncing lightly, he felt the fingers kneading at them let go as he moved his hand away from the heads after feeling a weak dribble running down. Glancing down at his awkward angle, he could see come dripping off of his fingers prompting him to shift his hand. Cupping it as he angled his hand to have his palm facing upwards only to wince when it leaked through his fingers. How could there be so much? They'd never had to deal with this at home or was it his imagination that there was more than there really was?
Heaving, gasping pants were taken between the both of them when Hizashi's head thudded against the wall behind them with a shaking sigh leaving him. And that euphoria swept right in to grab at him making that fog over his mind thicken as he felt the blonde's arm between them curling around him. Holding him close, close, close to that heaving chest as lips pressed to the top of his head. Then they pressed another kiss. And another. He chuckled breathlessly when the blonde kissed at the top of his head in a frenzy.
The bliss following that tension felt damn good. And yet he couldn't deny that small desire for more from his husband when he shifted in his lap with his erection softening. Twitching when the blonde squeezed him gently with kisses raining down on his head. He giddily returned them to the blonde's throat and jaw line softly with a breathless giggle leaving the man and he couldn't swallow down the barking laugh. Breathless. A wheezing laugh bursting out of him as he pressed kisses to that soft skin.
Inhaling the scent of his sandalwood cologne clinging weakly to it. The scent of a faint sheen of sweat forming over it when he got a nuzzle to the top of his head. He knew it was a shot in the dark to pull something so risky, but he found himself squirming as he nuzzled his husband. Tucking his head beneath his chin when the blonde hummed softly at him. A wordless croon that had his pounding heart skipping when he licked his lips. Clearing his throat, he squirmed when he got another nuzzle from his husband.
"Yo-You know, Zashi, we did ma-mmmmake a mess!" A lazy hum left the blonde when he pressed a soft kiss to his throat earning himself a nuzzle to the top of his head with another giggle leaving the blonde. "The-There are locker rooms fo-for us to use to fre-freshen up before go-goin' to that thing? In the te-teachers building so it's clo-close and better than dri-drivin' home then co-coming back! So do-do you wanna come he-help me clean up, love? Ta-Take a shower wi-with me?"
There was a moment of silence with those heaving gasps being taken when arms tightened around him as he nuzzled up at that fluttering pulse point. And then those deep, wicked giggles were spilling out of his husband when he pulled his head back to look at the blonde. That wide smirk burst over his lips at the wide eyes aimed his way with that wicked sparkle to them. That deep blush absolutely lovely on his husband's cheeks. And he swore that he'd never seen Hizashi grin so damn wide before those lips came down on his.