Shouta always loved long drives in the summer. He loves in the swing on their back porch. While he certainly wasn't the biggest fan of the warmer months, he had to admit there was something unbelievably nice about the heat. The electricity in his blood when he stepped out only to drag that dry air down into his lungs. The white-blue sky of the summer months after the deep jewel blue of springs sky. The fluffy wisps of clouds that had begun thinning after the heavy storm clouds of spring faded away gradually.
The crunch of dirt under his feet rather than that of ice and salt. There was a delight in watching the trees bloom and flowers pop up even if it did give him an awful bout of allergies for a few weeks. More than anything, he truly loved how absolutely electrified his husband looked outside. How he absolutely beamed under that bright sun. It was an oddly bittersweet feeling at the beginning that quickly sank into that delight shared between them. An effortless back and forth that left him absolutely giddy with his husband.
There was a joy shared effortlessly between the both of them that came with the dry heat of summer. He could spend hours curled up on that swing together with Hizashi tucked into his side. Spend hours in the car with the windows down as he sipped at an ice coffee while his husband held onto his hand tightly. The music from the radio lost to the howling wind when he would glance over to find his husband singing along to it happily. The month they confessed, began dating, and ultimately got married.
It left him with a sense of such adoration for the loud blonde; a sense of appreciation. The small things in life all coming together to give him a man who had the patience of a saint. A man who he could support his love for summer with after their long, angst riddled winter. He wanted to feel electrified. He wanted to be in a good mood with him and he knew that with the change of weather it was inevitable. The Sunday morning, following their hand at objectification, he'd been filled with a sense of contentment.
No crushing need. No feverish want. He'd been able to admire the sight of his husband in the soft light spilling over their carpet that lit up their room gently. The sight of Hizashi highlighted in such a soft lighting as he snored deafeningly with blonde locks spread over the pillow. Hickey's forming along his throat, on his collar bone by his tattoo, and he'd been in awe. He'd been left admiring his husband in that soft morning lighting until blonde lashes lifted up with green eyes, foggy with sleep, locked onto him.
And God knows that soft smile had left him warmer than anything that morning. It was as he was aided to the bathroom with a limp to his step did he feel that contentment once more. Standing on shaking legs with his husband gently scrubbing his skin and ridding it of any dried lube, come, and sweat. The way his husband gently combed and scrubbed at his hair as he covered in soft kisses. He'd been content. Utterly, peacefully content as he spent the rest of his day off his feet to help with the subtle limp of his.
Sunday was spent off of his feet where he inevitably ended up on the back porch swing curled in his husband's lap while Eri ordered Hitoshi to push her on the swing. It was rather sweet listening to their daughter's giggles. It was aweing how far she had come in one year. That day had, of course, ended with him packing his bag to stay the three nights at the dorms. His husband, rather than complain this time round, seemed quite delighted. The blonde had gone so far as to drop hints about their anniversary playfully.
Offhanded statements when talking about wrapping things up on his side of things. And he'd been all too happy to play in the blonde's teasing game if it got his husband to glow like that. And while his husband had only meant it to tease him it did ring true for them both. After all, he had his own end of things to tie up. And as mortifying as it was to go to Nemuri to help him, he had not a choice. None. And that following Monday, Nemuri insisted they get to work on tying up loose ends on his end of things.
Something he was more than happy too. It got him the curious side eye from his husband when he'd gone off with Nemuri but there had been a playful lilt to his voice when questioning. He'd taken the chance to say, in that offhanded tone, that he was "tying up loose ends" which got him a flare of that excitement from his husband. And as playful as he had been it was the truth. He spent Monday and Tuesday taking off with Nemuri after classes had ended with that curious look pinching at his husband's face each time.
He remained tight-lipped, however, when Wednesday his husband began to whine and question why he was leaving so often with Nemuri. Squinting at him as if he could see through his white-lies. He repeated those same four words each time; waving it away as tying up loose ends before their anniversary the following week. Of course, his husband didn't believe him. Of course it had that wicked sparkle to his gaze but he kept putting it off. It was Wednesday night that he found himself scrolling on his laptop while on call with Hizashi.
Scrolling through the folder on his desktop with the videos from the flash drive when he found himself clicking open their list while his husband babbled about a shopping trip, he was going on with Nemuri that Thursday afternoon. Talking about how he would drop him off at home. With his offhanded remarks, grunts, and hums he found himself riveted to a singular option on their list while his husband chattered in his ear. Breast torture. It had him curious when, after his call with Hizashi ended, he looked it up.
And God knows he'd been lift in absolute awe at what he found that he spent two additional hours until one in the morning looking into it. Breast torture, from what he read, was the quintessential equivalent of CBT. It left him absolutely awed at the number of things that could be done to breasts when he'd been looking over the Wikipedia page for it. He'd fallen asleep in front of his laptop after growing bleary eyed but when he woke bright and early Thursday morning to find the web page still up on his private browser?
Well, he'd been more than giddy to bring it up to his husband when he met him in the parking lot that morning. While he didn't have the energy for sex on Thursday afternoons, he'd been all too excited. More than ready to try it with the hope they could turn it into a scene. Something special to build up to the excitement of their anniversary next week and his husband had been curious. Promising to look it up when he came home later that afternoon so they could be on the same page about what it was he wanted.
He'd been more than excited, pacing their bedroom, waiting for Hizashi to come back with his laptop open with the webpage up. He had been far too impatient to wait for his husband to power up his own laptop and sign into it. When his husband came in with a few shopping bags with the playful warning not to peek to which he'd happily agreed. Hardly sparing them a glance when he spun his laptop around to show his husband the wiki page. Green eyes had widened at his laptop screen as he saw the article reflected in his glasses.
Smirking when the blonde shrugged his coat off quickly. Jumping on the bed to which he'd joined him as he watched the blonde reading over the familiar words. Eyes widening with that sparkle at the pictures before they flicked to him. When his husband had asked if he truly wanted to do this, he'd been ready to burst out of his skin with his affirmation. That he wanted this more than anything. He wanted to try breast torture; to have a scene together because he truly felt that compared to last year?
Well, they didn't have enough. He knew it wasn't his husband's fault nor his, but the piercings had affected things quite a bit. But together they spent Thursday night with an open Word document as his husband typed out their ideas. What exactly he wanted from the breast torture and what both were comfortable with. This led to them looking up the one thing he'd been curious about; the breast suction cups. The bondage for his chest. It was all something he was eager to look up with his husband in agreement.
Before he knew it, they'd bought a kit off of Amazon that would be there Friday afternoon. They'd spent that entire Friday working out the timing, the scene, and what they both wanted from it until it was all a matter of time. A matter of waiting for it. And God knows all of Friday he became impatient. Bouncing on his feet that afternoon when the blonde proudly came in with the box after running to the store for dinner supplies. It had him impatient. Eager. And he was more than giddy at the thought of the scene for the next day.
He was more than delighted to try it all out that the night of Friday he spent hours kicking, squirming, and twisting under his blankets. Breathless with that excitement as he texted Hizashi on and off throughout the night while he was awake. He wanted nothing more than to try the pumps on his own, but he'd fought the urge to do so. Wanting nothing more than to wait. To be good for his husband hours in advance; something they both used to build up to a scene. A toy that the blonde loved to use to "keep him in line" for him.
Whether he would be good or bad in the hours before hand always ended in a result of how the scene's tone and vibe would be together. God knows he adored the scenes that felt like a punishment while sticking to the scene that the would create. But he wanted to be good for his husband so the scene would be something out of a dream. Something that they could have fun with rather than each scene being some kind of punishment. The impromptu scenes back when his husband had been healing from his piercings.
It had been good but not what they'd been last year. And while he wanted nothing more than a punishment eventually, he was more eager for this to be fun. For them to keep that good, bubbly mood they'd had going for the past week in anticipation for their anniversary next week. And yet it had felt impossible to fall asleep that Friday night. Hard to breathe around the excitement when he woke Saturday morning to find Hizashi snoring into the back of his neck. Vibrations racing over his neck with him curled into his back.
God knows that he wanted nothing more than to get to tonight. He was more than ready to begin their scene. He wanted nothing more than to skip the prelude, but his husband was all too intent on taking their day slowly, which he found himself falling into rhythm with. A rhythm that allowed him to get Eri ready for her day out with Midoriya and Togata who showed up on time, much to his delight. Eri had been all too happy to accept her kisses goodbye from Hizashi and himself before she was rushing down the walkway.
Hitoshi, at around lunch, had announced he'd be taking off for the afternoon and wouldn't be home for dinner. That he'd be out with friends, but he'd be back before curfew which they had not a problem with. It's what the teen did on most Saturdays and as long as they had that fancy little app Life 360, the blonde and himself were more than happy to let the teen go. And yet tonight was the one thing he was the most excited for. He wanted to forsake dinner, but the blonde refused and threatened to make dinner himself.
Something that he refused to let the blonde do after the one time he burned vodka sauce on the burning. It was after this playful threat that he didn't prompting them to sit down for a quiet dinner together. It was as he was doing the dishes after dinner that his husband had that playful sparkle to his gaze when he excused himself to the bedroom. It'd had his heart jumping in his chest as he got the dish washer loaded and started only to turn around. And when he saw the blonde clad in his brand new leather vest?
The spiked boots and glossy leather pants? Well, he could happily say that he was more than happy to put his hands in Hizashi's as he was tugged to the bedroom by the leather clad blonde. The sparkle in his gaze and the wide smile on his lips was absolutely infection as he was tugged gently into the bedroom where he'd found the rope and the opened box with the breast pumps within waiting for him. God, seeing them laying out so innocently had been more of an electric shock than anything they had planned tonight.
"Is that alright, kitten? How does that feel? Is it too tight? Too loose?" Fingers tugged at the rope on his chest tearing him out of his lazy thoughts with a hum as he blinked. There was a wiggle of fingers beneath the rope lifting it up and away from his skin before letting it snap into place. A sensation that did little to help with that foggy sensation to his head. He felt ready to sink into the warmth that was that all too familiar subspace when he felt another tug on the rope bound around his chest. "Shouta? Talk to me, sweet thing."
"Mmm feels fine. Good." Dreamy. He twitched at the dreamy quality to his own voice when he looked down to his chest at the harness his husband made. Rope that glowed against the paleness of his skin to which he admired the harness his husband had made that framed his chest. Framed where breasts should be with more than enough space for the pumps. He watched fingers trail along his collar bone where they flicked at the lock hanging against his skin sending a shiver down his back. "Feels good, Daddy!"
"Good! Tell me if it becomes too much, yeah? Tell me and I'll help take all the rope off if need be." He nodded when he wriggled his arms slightly in their bound positions as he shifted up on his knees causing them to dig into the floor when fingers came up to trail over his jaw before pinching his chin. Tipping his head back with his hair spilling down his back when he fought the urge to squirm when he dragged his teeth over his lip. "Now, can you tell me your color system? The safe-word? Our rules?"
"Red is stop, yellow is a break, and green is good! Our safe-word is emerald!" Fingers trailed over his hot cheek when he couldn't stop himself from squirming at the dreamy, breathless quality to his own voice. His arms straining to press out against the rope slightly when he met the blonde's gaze. God, that stern expression had his dick twitching when he squirmed again. His breaths shaking slightly when he felt the hand on his chin pushing his head back.
"Good, good. Now, tell me what the rules are for tonight, kitten." Fingers then lifted his chin when the blonde stood up with fingers weaving into his hair to scratch at his head. And then his husband was standing with another scratch to his head. He could melt under that scratching hand that gave him an affection that did little to help his fuzzy state. He leaned up on his knees to nuzzle his face into a leather clad thigh when his husband tugged at his hair gently to tip his head back. "C'mon, sweet thing, focus just a little longer for me."
Swallowing, he tried to force himself to pay attention to the blonde's gentle prodding. There'd be time to sink into that glorious subspace, he knew it, but it was so hard to tear through the fog over his brain. The arousal that had budded when Hizashi first wrapped his arms in the rope. When he'd gotten his collar and the rope harness fastened onto him. "I need to listen to you an-and keep you in the loop! I'm not to move an-an inch while you do the prep work, or I get a punishment, but I can move all I want after it!"
"Good boy! Such a good boy you are!" A shiver raced down his back at that crooned praise leaving his husband when he pressed his cheek to the cool material of the glossy leather when he hummed lazily at the blonde. Fingers combed through his hair gently. "That rule, kitten, is to help you with your impatience, alright? You always get so impatient during sex, and I think you need some help with pacing, don't you? My pretty kitty needs a little lesson, doesn't he? I bet you want Daddy to cane and whip up your chest tonight, don't you?"
"Yes." Breathy. Dreamy. God, it was embarrassing to hear his own voice sound like that, but he happily ignored it as he looked up to the blonde. Watching the spots of color on freckled cheeks deepening before his very eyes when he squirmed. Wiggling his arms in their bound positions; tied from just above his elbows down to his wrists. He wriggled in his spot as his face burned uncomfortably with fingers gently pushing his hair away from his face. "Please? Wi-Will you? After the pumps? Please, Daddy?"
"Of course I will! Even if I use the cane and whip for punishments, I think you should get a reward now and again, shouldn't you? And if that just so happens using the cane then I'll do it." Another shudder ran down his back when his husband's fingers pressed to his forehead before caressing down the side of his face. Along his jaw lightly then they came forward to pinch his chin. Tipping his head back with his hair spilling down his back when he dragged his teeth over his lip. "Now, what's your color, kitten?"
What was his color? Green. God, he wanted to howl it. To shout, scream, wail the word if it meant getting himself up off of his knees and to become proper putty in this man's hands. He'd been waiting for this all day long and now that he was getting it it felt more like a dream than anything. He squirmed when he renewed his upwards arch with his face pressing itself closer to his husband's hip when fingers ran through his hair. "Gr-Green! It's so green, Daddy! Please? Please, ca-can we start now? Please?"
There was a tug on his hair when he whimpered up at the blonde as he watched his face pinch into that stern expression once again with fingers tightening in his hair. "Do you remember what I just said about you needing to learn patience? About pacing? I'm not going anywhere, kitten, you know that! Daddy isn't going anywhere so take a breath for me, yeah? We can start but you need to learn about patience! Don't go being a bad boy now when you've been so good for me yesterday and today. I need you to be good."
It would never fail to awe him at how that panic could rip through the euphoric haze that always came before his drop into subspace. He focused his gaze up at his stern husband with a whimper when nails dragged over his scalp. Fingers tugging at his hair when he squirmed with his bound arms wriggling as fingers twitched before curling to his palm when another whimper left him. "I'll be a-a good boy for you! Such a good boy li-like I've been, right? You said that I-I was a good boy, right? 'm a go-good boy for you?"
"You are. You've been very good for Daddy, and I appreciate it more than you know, kitten, but I need you to keep being good for me!" Ah, that soft praise had him whining when he arched up to nuzzle at his husband's thigh earning himself a quiet hum from the blonde when fingers gently made their way out of his hair. Tugging lightly when fingers snapped prompting him to look up at the blonde. Dizzy. Weightless. "Let's get you ready, kitten, and get those pumps on you, yeah? Are you ready?"
Nodding eagerly, he shifted up higher on his knees when hands coming down to grab his upper arm to help him. He was eased up onto his feet that he swayed lightly on. He let himself be pulled over to the bed where he sat down on the bed carefully. His bound arms squirmed again when he pushed off the floor to heave himself onto the bed. Hizashi helped ease him backwards until he was laying out on his back with his arms pinned beneath him. His hands curled into fists as his dick twitched against his thighs.
He then felt fingers tap at his knees. Coaxing him to open his legs which he was more than happy to comply with. Planting his feet, he let his legs fall open with hands sweeping along his inner thighs with a wordless croon leaving his husband who leaned over him to kiss his fluttering chest before pulling back to grab at the box next to them. Opening it up to tug the suction cups out, the hoses for them, and a small block with a sleek remote with them. It was aweing how big they looked as compared online.
Rolling his head over the bed to watch his husband attaching the hoses to the end of the suction cups then to the block itself with a quiet him when Hizashi leaned forward. Pressing then fussing with the placement of a suction cup against the right of his chest with the buttons on the block being fussed with. Then he shuddered when the block was powered on with a quiet vibration that had him squirming when the suction was immediate. Slow building when his husband then fussed with the pressure option.
When the left was placed on him it sucked on instantly to which he gasped in sharply. A firm suction that had the softly padded edges of the cups digging into his chest when he watched the left cup being lifted up. Hovering above his chest just enough for him to feel the pull of air as his husband lined it up to match the right side before pressing it to his chest where it suctioned onto him. Pulling at him the way he could imagine they would suck at a woman's breasts. It sent a shiver up his back at the thought when Hizashi hummed.
And then the pressure and speed of that suction was fussed with when he arched his back in a squirm. His feet threatening to slip out beneath him as he fought to get comfortable knowing once his husband was settled between his legs again, he couldn't move. Wouldn't allow himself to move a bit out of turn while Hizashi got him ready. It was a promise. A rule he was determined to follow when fingers traced lightly along the edge of suction cups before hands fanned out to slid down his stomach.
Fingers sliding over his happy trail down towards his hips. His pelvis. Fingers combing through the wild, wiry chaotic curls of his pubic hair. Curls that were beginning to grow out once again from their neatly groomed appearance. He dragged his teeth over his lip as he fought to keep from arching. From lifting his hips from the bed when fingers slid along the juncture of his groin; right where they gave way to his thighs. The tops of his inner thighs where hands swept down them in a caress as they pushed lightly at him.
Coaxing his legs to spread open wider. It had his dick twitching with that excitement twisting sharply into him; unbearably eager tonight to go along with what his husband wanted. What was expected of him when it came to his role as the submissive during their scenes. Hands kneaded at his inner thighs gently before sweeping back up where nails grazed lightly over the juncture of his crotch on either side to get tingles racing under his skin. He pressed his head back as he kept himself stiff from that urge to arch his hips up.
He merely let his knees point out to spread far, far, far as they could to display that flexibility his husband always crooned and praised him on. Letting himself remain open for his husband to do as he sought fit. It was an exciting concept that the blonde had brought up that Friday night when they'd been tying up loose ends on the scene. The blonde had requested that, during the foreplay and preparation, that they try something new. A request for a rule to play around with when it came to their scenes.
That he was not to move out of turn while his husband got him ready until he couldn't take it. He'd been all too curious and much too receptive to the idea given how both tended to squirm and twist during foreplay. He'd been more than happy to add it to the scene. Final tweaks and confirmations with what the other were okay with were run through before Hizashi was taking off for the radio station. Of course, it did little to help him sleep even after he took his sleeping pills but to live it right now? It was already an amazing torture.
Feeling hands sliding along either side of his groin before reaching down beneath his ass to lift him up just enough for him to hover over the bed. Enough space for Hizashi to get him ready. He bit his lip when he found himself staring up at their ceiling. An area Hizashi had expressed wanting to put in a full length mirror; something he could stare up at during sex. To see himself. And he couldn't deny it was an amazing idea he could get behind. Holding himself still as his lower half hovered over the bed.
Shuddering at the feeling at the soft press of lips trailing over his inner thigh causing the muscles to quiver. The warmth of his breath fanning over his thigh had him biting fiercely at his lip when he pressed his head back slightly. His lashes fluttering before he let them flutter down to shut them. Squeezing them shut. Lips fluttered along his inner thigh up to that juncture where teeth nipped at him. It had his dick twitching excitedly yet again as his thighs trembled lightly before stiffening against the squirm.
The heat flickering under his skin again in a sizzling flash before sinking along his skin like it had when he'd entered the room. When Hizashi's had let go of his hand to slip behind him with a hand coaxing his hair from his neck. When fingers had tugged playfully at his shirt with the blonde pitching his voice down to that low, husky rumble telling him to strip. It was a sizzling flash that had his breaths hitching through his nose as he held himself still when teeth nipped at that juncture again to get the muscles quivering there.
He caught the quiet sound of the lube being cracked open. Jumping into getting him ready was his fucking favorite thing in a scene. It paved wave for them to tackle bigger parts of the scene rather than any other usual time they had sex. When they would spend minutes grinding, squirming, rutting and kissing before sex. In a scene, there was nothing he loved more than how methodical his husband was. Everything calculated. Everything went according to their plan. Both good and bad outcomes if he diverged the path.
He kept his hips at that same height Hizashi put them at when he curled his hands into fists beneath him. Tight, trembling fists when he listened to the squelch of lube being spread over fingers had his heart jumping in his chest wildly. His stomach fluttering viciously when he tensed against that urge to squirm. To raise his hips up and reach beneath him with his hands to hold himself open. The blonde had used that amazing column technique from his wrists to just above his elbows and fuck if the rope wasn't resistant.
Didn't give at all. Even the rope around his chest that bit lightly into him was fucking amazing. He loves, loves it when his husband ties him up and displays those shibari skills of his that seemed to be better each time. Was he still taking lessons? He had not a clue, but he fucking loves it. The suction on his chest was absolutely eating him up. Lighting him ablaze when he peeked down at his chest to find his nipples hardening. The skin surrounding held a light flush from the dig of the suction cups already.
His heart pounded against his chest then in a sickening one-two hit against his chest leaving him breathless. Choking down that urge to squirm. To writhe and twist out of turn. It had him whining under his breath when a hand grabbed at his cheek to pull him apart. Lips fluttering over his inner thigh as slick fingers wiggled in to rub against him as that quiet power brick of his pumps buzzed cheerfully on the bed. God, it was so fucking good already. He loves it. That excitement crackled under his skin in a current.
The pain from his digging teeth shrieked down his chin as he bit fiercely at it as fingers began to rub slickly at him in that tight up and down manner. It had his toes curling against the bed as his thighs again trembled with the rest of him to stay still. To keep himself in his place. All he had to do was breathe through it. Breathe through the preparation that wouldn't take long at all and he'd be getting exactly what he wanted when he mentioned this. His breaths trembled through his nose as they began to race.
His husband's fingers curled in with that firm pressure to press against him with slick rubs as his breaths ghosted over his inner thigh. Kissing at him softly with such adoration and tenderness it had his pounding heart skipping wildly. His stomach flexing as he tensed his core to keep still with each slick rub of his husband's fingers against him when a playful swirl was given. He was choking under that heat flashing under his skin again before it sank down. Desire twisting through him to grab at his bones leaving him aching.
Biting at his lip, his dick gave a volley of twitches when teeth bit down on his inner thigh. Using just enough pressure as his husband mouthed at him to get him pressing his head back to the bed subtly. Clenching his hands into tight fists when Hizashi began to swirl his fingers in those slow, firm circles he'd come to adore. It had him his deep digging relentlessly into his lip despite the pain of it when he whined shrilly when his husband then began to bounce his fingers. Circles that bounced in that touch and go.
Light, firm, light, firm. Teasing him into moving as he trembled in his stiff set with feet digging slightly into the bed as they had before. Refusing. His husband, he had found, was an amazing Dom for him. Perhaps that was simply to how attuned they were over the years, but he could imagine no other. None. Not even Nemuri coming in to show them what to do. He didn't want anyone else to be his Dom in any sense. The blonde was tender when needed. Sweet. Soft. He was ruthless. Vicious when needed as well.
Picked him apart just as effortlessly as he put him together. The joy in having his husband being his Dom was that the blonde already knew how much he could take. He knew how much he would be willing to take before enough was enough. His husband knew him in and out and that made him the perfect Dom. Even if Nemuri joked in their off time that he was a "baby Dom" who had much to learn it didn't feel like it. It felt as if they had been playing this way for years before dipping their toes into it.
His lashes fluttered on his cheeks from that tight squeeze as his brows twitched together from their own tight squeeze. He loves it. Loves that torturous game his husband was playing between his legs as his dick twitched excitedly when the blonde's mouth lifted from its place. Kissing at him insistently before he was shifting up as fingers continued their maddening rubs. Tormenting him. He felt lips fluttering over his tattooed hip with the warmth of his breaths fanning over it when Hizashi abandoned his swirling circles.
Going back to that firm rub. Fingers curling in just enough to get his breaths hitching with that hope they'd sink into him. Push in. And then his teeth dragged over his lip as his mouth dropped open on a gasp when the blonde's fingers sank into him. Ohhh, he had to tense again that urge to buck. To squirm. Writhe. Twist beneath the blonde as lips kissed at his hip before nipping sharply at him. His husband had, this morning, insisted he wear the smallest size plug they had. Nothing wild. Nothing outlandish.
Something to prepare him slightly for this before he cleaned himself out and up for him tonight. And he had; he'd been all too happy to wear that small plug today when he'd taken care of his prep after the shower before pushing it in that morning. God, it had him whimpering at his husband who merely crooned into his hip before coming back down to his thigh as his dick gave a volley of twitches at the firm circles being rolled into his inner wall by those fingers. God, everything was going so perfectly.
Beautifully. His chest ached from the suction of the pumps that pulled at him insistently while the power block buzzed cheerfully next to him. Pulling, pulling, pulling at his chest the way that those nipple suckers of theirs did. A firm, consistent pressure with fingers rubbing at his inner wall had him trembling as he snapped his mouth shut. Gritting his teeth together with lashes fluttering on his cheeks as another whimper ripped out of him. The hand holding his cheek then slid up with fingers sliding over his taint.
Coming up to brush teasingly over his balls before coming up to wrap around the base of his twitching dick. Pulling it up from its place against his hip to hold him in place when lips pressed to the head of it. Chaste playful, cheeky pecks that had his fists shaking from their tight squeeze. He knew if he looked it would be hard. So hard to stay still. Lips pecked at him before the hand wrapped around the base slid in a lazy, curving stroke that had him tensing again. Itching to move. Itching to thrust up into his hand.
HIs toes curled when the blonde gave another those slow, lazy strokes. As if he were taking his time with it. Memorizing it. The blonde then squeezed at his twitching dick to give him a reprieve from the ache pulsing through his lower half when circles were rolled into his inner wall firmly. And then fingers were spreading out to stretch him out. Tearing a moan out of him with nails biting into his palms because he had to stay still, stay still, stay still. Be good. He wanted so fucking badly to be good for the blonde.
Even if it was slowly driving him up the wall when fingers spread again with lips pressing to the underside of his twitching dick sending a wave of heat flashing under his skin. Sinking along his bones when the blonde's hand held him up with a huff of breath fanning over him. And then the blonde was pressing an open-mouthed kiss against him; sucking gently at the spot with a swirl of his tongue when fingers pulled back then thrusted into him sharply with a squelch. Was this it? The ultimate test to see if he'd move?
If he'd squirm and whine and cry out? He kept his eyes squeezed shut with another moan flying out of him through his clenched teeth as his husband pulled his fingers back then thrusted them forward. Oh, oh, it had him tensing against the urge to squirm when his husband began thrusting his fingers into him shallowly as he began to place open-mouthed kisses over his twitching dick. His hands sliding over him when he would pull away to smear those wet spots over him. Hot. Hot, hot, hot. His skin.
His face. His husband's mouth on him placing kisses with playful sucks and swirls of his tongue that were driving him up the fucking wall. It had him tense with that desire to be good. To hold himself still through this one moment of pleasure. One moment to get all that he wanted from his husband, but the heat of his mouth was sending sparks up his back. The sucks and swirls of his tongue with the suction on his chest getting it all too sensitive. He didn't want to think of how those whippings would feel over it.
But it was exciting to think about that; if it would be a reward or if it would be a punishment. He had to admit the idea of receiving either one had him absolutely electrified with that excitement of what he would get from the blonde. He shuddered with a keening whimper ripping out of him when that hand stroked him slowly again when he felt that gush of blood. Mortifying as it rushed down, down, down to his twitching dick as that unbearable excitement twisted into him. Could it be held against him?
If he got hard so fast? If he couldn't hold back that excitement a moment longer? It was choking him when his thighs shook as he held himself stiffly with shallow breaths racing through his nose. Through his teeth when it wasn't good enough through his nose. What did Hizashi look like down there? With his mouth pressing against him? Swirling, kissing, mouthing at him? He shuddered at the grind of that piercing against a prominent vein as his dick began to harden in the blonde's hand with that mortifying rush.
It was a surprise he wasn't hard before now but God if it didn't make it hard. He almost laughed at that thought yet a choked, yelping moan left him when the blonde moved down to press an open-mouthed kiss to the base of his hardening erection. Sucking firmly at him with that playful swirl over his skin. How many did that make it now? How many? He couldn't count. Couldn't keep track properly. It had him shuddering with a moan when the blonde lifted his mouth to trace the seam of his balls lightly.
Giving a playful flick of his tongue before it was pressing to the base again. And ohhhh, if it didn't have him moaning with that deafening volume as his husband licked his way up to the head. Grinding his piercing into that prominent vein on his way up where the blonde began to move over him faster. Fluttering over his erection as it fully hardened with open mouthed kisses that sucked at him playfully as fingers thrusted into him shallowly. God, all of it was a heat that had shivers racing up his back as he fought against a squirm.
The squelches of his husband's mouth on damp skin, of the slick fingers thrusting into him, had him gasping in his racing breaths. His mouth dropping open despite the tight clench of his jaw when he squeezed his hands in their tight fists with a shout as the blonde began to buzz. Swirling his tongue with each open-mouthed kiss against him, the blonde began buzzing at each spot with fingers thrusting into him faster. And God, it was fucking painful laying here. Still. To keep himself stiffer than a board while Hizashi had fun.
While Hizashi seemed content down between his legs as he mouthed at him with that maddening buzzing. His fingers thrusting into him with careless rubs over his inner walls that had him clenching tightly out of habit which sent sparks up his back. Trying so hard to stay still but the blonde was making it hard. Unbearably hard. He whimpered with muscles trembling, tensing, against those squirms and twists. He found himself shaking against that urge to squirm as his husband's thrusting fingers paused.
And then fingers spread out once, twice, before thrusting into him quickly. Losing himself to the heat of his mouth as his fingers ached against the tight squeeze, he had them in when the blonde began peppering kisses over him with that buzzing coming to a brief stop. And then his husband was coming up with lips pecking at the head of his erection where they then parted as his husband's tongue lapped over him. Rubbing his piercing against the slit as he shuddered with a moan at the blonde.
Pleading silently already. Needing, needing, needing to move so bad. But the blonde merely hummed as his tongue swirled around the head before an open mouthed kiss was placed right below the head. Slick, slick, slick. Hot. He whimpered pleadingly again yet the blonde seemed to ignore it when he popped off of his spot to lap his tongue over the head. And then his husband opened his mouth up to dive down his erection and he couldn't. He wailed as he fought to stay still. He needed to be good, good, good.
He needed to be a good boy for his husband, didn't he? And that meant not moving. But the head of his mouth wrapped around him like that? The slick slide over his tongue? Slipping down his throat so effortlessly when muscles rippled in a swallow? Ohhh, God was it fucking hard as he gasped with his thighs shaking as he fought against that urge to move. To fall apart beneath his husband as the pump next to him buzzed cheerfully on the bed with the pumps sucking at his chest had him gasping. Shouting.
Oh, oh, the blonde wasted little time in bobbing his head in time with his thrusting, spreading fingers. He- Was he drooling? Was he falling apart? Or was he sweating? He couldn't tell as his eyes cracked open to peek at the ceiling above him with sweat pricking at his forehead with the sheer effort of staying still for his husband. The blonde seemed intent on making him fall apart as he bobbed his head cheerfully over him. Sucking idly at him with swallows when he was sliding down his throat without so much as a gag.
God, he fucking loves his husband's nonexistent gag reflex. Fingers spread out again, again, again within him and he knew it was almost over. The prep didn't take long thanks to that plug but if his husband wanted him to lose it, he'd do it longer. He'd drag this out far, far longer and he feared that the blonde would. He panted in racing heaves that had his tingling chest heaving as the pumps continued their suction at him making it damn near unbearable as his husband's head bobbed between his legs over his erection.
Blonde locks brushing against his trembling thighs as fingers thrusted in snapping thrusts that were lengthening themselves. Fingertips just barely remaining inside of him before thrusting back into him with long thrusts that were in danger of brushing over his prostate. Oh, if the blonde found that soft, sensitive spot within him that would be it. He'd lose it. He huffed in his pants as his husband fanned his fingers out within him to push at his inner walls. Again, again, again. Thrusting, thrusting, thrusting.
Spreading, spreading, spreading. Fingers rubbing firmly at his inner walls with a pressure to get him drooling if he wasn't already as sweat formed along his hairline in a pricking, clammy sheen. The force of keeping himself still had him breaking out in a damn sweat just for the sake of getting a reward. Of being good. He could feel himself slipping into his subspace. That beautiful, airy, sweet space that left him in a fog. Left him feeling dizzy, weightless in his own body as he drifted into it. Where nothing in the world could touch him.
Where he could live contentedly in that easily suggestible, weightless world where all that mattered was being good. Letting his husband take the control and doing what felt good for both of them. That out of body state that could leave him absolutely euphoric. Yet even as he sank into it bit by bit, inch by inch, he kept that chant. Stay still, stay still, stay still. Be good, be good, be good. But it was slipping away from him leaving him on shaking foundation as his thighs trembled with tiny twitches he hoped went unnoticed.
Moaning, whining, whimpering at his husband with that silent plea to please, please, please let him move. To please take mercy on him for once despite this request being new. But the blonde continued bobbing his head quickly with that deafening slurp when he swallowed around him that had the muscles of his throat rippling. His tongue rubbing against the underside of his erection. The fingers spreading out had him moaning as his husband sucked at his erection like it was something he'd been dying for.
As if his husband had been just as pent up throughout the day. Just as excited to get to this moment. It had him groaning at the thought as the suction on his chest threatened to tear him apart when Hizashi's fingers spread out again. He was falling apart. Sinking into that weightlessness. That heat raking beneath the surface of his skin as his fingers twitched to twist into blonde locks. To force his husband up and down his erection as he snapped his hips up. He wanted to move like he normally did.
He wanted to squirm, twist, writhe, howl and wail at the blonde. He trembled in his stiff set with his jaw hanging open with whimpers flying out of him. Moans reaching that keening, mewling pitch as the blonde bobbed along his erection. So hot, so hot, so hot. So fucking wet. Fingers thrusting into him with slick squelches ringing out only to pause when they were stretching out with blonde locks tickling his trembling thighs. His mouth- God, it was sucking at him with such strength. Hard pulls that had him moaning.
If he had to guess those cheeks were hallowing themselves out as he swallowed around him. Fuck, fuck, it was so hard to stay still rather than snap his hips up to fuck that throat the way he wanted. His hands itching to twist into those silky soft locks. It was agony. It was bliss. It was an overwhelming rush of a hand coming up to cup his balls as his husband bobbed his head with his tongue licking at him. The light graze of teeth. The ripple of his throat and tongue when he swallowed around him like that.
His husband, his Hizashi, his Dom choking on his cock like it was the best fucking thing on the planet. Sucking at him so fucking good it had him shaking to keep himself still. To listen to the one rule his husband, his Dom, set for him. To be a good boy. It was all he wanted as his lashes fluttered down onto his hot cheeks again with huffing pants being taken by the both of them. The slurp of his husband's swallows, the slick thrusts of his fingers, and the suction of his mouth had him absolutely burning up.
Clenching tightly around those thrusting fingers for all his worth with keening moans spilling out of him shamelessly. Oh, oh, he couldn't take much more of his husband's ruthless treatment and they'd just started. But the suction on his chest, the heat wrapped around his erection as fingers thrusted into him were too much. To stay still when he wanted to move was too much. His thighs twitched when he stiffened with his fingers uncurling from his palms to grab onto the blanket as he panted raggedly.
Unevenly. Clinging onto the blanket desperately with a whimper tearing out of him when Hizashi's teeth grazed over him lightly when he came up to suckle at the head of his erection. His tongue prodding at the slit sending sparks of heat up his back when the blonde's fingers spread out again. And again. Prodding at the head of his erection with his tongue before sweeping down to the base with a hum. Hard, pleasant vibrations that was so fucking good it had his eyes threatening to roll back as he squeezed them shut.
And then his husband's fingers were thrusting in deep, deep, deep with the activation of that buzz. It was a two hit combo he hadn't seen his husband using. It was a combo that felt absolutely wicked on his husband's part. It had him gasping as his head pressed back to the bed with a cry tearing out of him when Hizashi's fingers then rubbed over his prostate. And he. Lost. It. Oh, he jerked and jolted with a writhing squirm as he wailed with hips jumping up desperately. Twisting, writhing, and squirming.
Hands clawing at the blanket as he thrusted into the blonde's mouth desperately as ruthless circles were rolled into his prostate. Sparks of heat raking up his back as he slammed his hips up against Hizashi's mouth tearing moan out of the blonde when fingers rolled tight circles over his prostate. Sending sparks up his back as his cry ripped up into a wail when he slammed up to thrust down his husband's throat as he ground his hips against soft lips as he panted. Arms yanking, pulling, jerking against the ropes.
Another wail when he felt his husband moving in time with his thrusts up. Hollowing his cheeks out as that buzzing increased in strength, tearing a howl out of him as his arms jerked again with his chest arching up. His back lifting from the bed as his husband bobbed his head fast to keep in time with his thrusts as he slid down the blonde's throat again, again, again. Over his tongue. He could feel a drop of liquid building in the corner of his mouth as he pressed his head back to the bed. God, he was melting.
A hand rolled his balls then in firm circles similar to the ones grinding into his prostate. Oh, oh, oh he could choke on that heat ripping under his skin. He could burst into flames right now and have this bed burn with him. He was burning so hot, so hot, so hot. Crying out when the blonde hollowed his cheeks again with that firm buzzing paired with the quick circles rolled on his balls. Fingers squeezing just enough to get him writhing as he jerked his arms in their bound position beneath him as his own fingers clawed at the blankets.
Gasping as he thrusted compulsively into the wet heat of his husband's mouth giddily. Giving in now that he had failed as he slid over the blonde's tongue that moved and lapped at the underside of his erection. Where was the punishment? Where was the fire he feared from his husband? It had him whimpering as he bucked again, again, again with fingers clawing at the blanket as he writhed with thighs shaking. He fought to keep them spread as fingers ground into his prostate. Sparks of heat raked up his back.
Fanning under his skin to leave him gasping at that feverish heat with each tight, firm roll of his balls in his husband's grasp as they remained cautious. There was a ruthlessness, however, in the way those fingers ground into his prostate. The suction to his erection that had him gasping. And his husband held his head still while he thrusted giddily into his mouth with a whimper flying out of him. Shuddering with a cry when his husband flew down to the base where he buzzed hard around him at a new vibration.
A new frequency he'd never felt that had him writhing with jerks of his hips bucking up as he twisted against the blankets. Shouting at the tight circles being ground into his prostate. The firm squeeze to his balls that had his thighs jerking together before he forced them apart with a keening, breathless moan flying out of him. Ohhhh, he was fucked. Fucked, fucked, fucked but he was lost under the effect of that beautiful subspace. Under the heat of the lust that was razing his very being apart with each suck.
The desire that grabbed at him so intensely it had his bones aching as his arms strained against the bindings. Pushing out when he ground himself against soft lips only to feel his husband moving. Long bobs that slid from the head to the base, head to base, head to base of his erection as that suction on his chest had him writhing. Twisting. Loving the frantic pants against his pelvis when his husband was pulling back, back, back. A shiver ran over him at the pop as his husband pulled off of him when his hips jiggled up.
Whining in protest only to have fingers slipping out of him with a slick squelch. And he couldn't stop himself from mewling at the loss knowing that he'd failed at keeping himself still. He failed, failed, failed but the pump was being turned off as his pants rasped down his throat with a keening whimper leaving him when the suction cups were tugged off him gently. And ohhh, if it didn't have him moaning at the relief but then hands were sliding along his inner thighs with Hizashi appearing above him.
Blonde locks spilling over freckled shoulders with that stern look to his flushed face. Lips swelling from those frantic thrusts of his or was it from the open-mouthed kisses? He had not a clue but God if his husband didn't look seconds from falling apart when hands squeezed at his inner thighs firmly. He knew that his punishment was coming, and he whimpered when Hizashi's hands tugged him down towards the edge of the bed where his feet touched the floor. His legs were shaking when he pushed off the floor briefly.
Sitting up, he felt a droplet forming in the corner of his mouth spilling down his chin when Hizashi pinched it. Tipping his head back as he whined uncertainly with a squirm. And fuck, it had his erection throbbing against his stomach at the stern expression on his husband's flushed face. That blush smothered itself over freckles cheeks as his husband's glasses slipped down his nose. He was burning up at that lustful hunger in those green eyes when the blonde then growled at him with the use of his quirk.
Shivers.
"Do yo-you understand what you just did wrong?" Swallowing, he nodded when fingers pinched his chin tightly when he felt the blonde's hand shifting to allow his thumb to press against his lower lip. Sliding along it when those eyes burned at him. Hot, hot, hot. He felt like an utter mess as his arms strained against the rope only to ache in response to his tugging. "Down on your knees. Now. For breaking the rule, you'll get seven cane whippings on your chest, kitten."
A groan left him when his dick twitched against his stomach at that excitement when the blonde's hold on his chin lifted with his thumb taking its time leaving his lip when he sank down off the bed onto the floor. His knees digging into it as he arched his chest forward with a whimper at how tender the air felt over it. How the skin seemed swollen from the suction with nipples harder than anything with the faint outlines of the cups when he licked his lips. "Do-Do I have-?"
"Count them out loud? Do you have to-to ask me that question, kitten? I thought you knew the rules by now!" The thud of the blonde's boots over the carpeted floor were deafening. Thuds in the silence when he whimpered as the cane was picked up with the blonde's blazing gaze flicking over him before making his way back around the bed. Stopping before him with the tip of the can drifting lazily over his arched chest. "Don't you go acting innocent. You know you're punishments and you're going to count out all seven hits, you hear me?"
Ah, ah, it was so sensitive. The light drag of that cane against his sensitive chest that had his erection twitching as it dripped against his stomach when his back arched slightly before jerking away when it trailed over a hard nipple. What was it going to feel like cracking down on his sensitive chest? When his husband put those vibrating clamps on his nipples? What would it feel like when it all felt so sensitive? "Yes! I-I hear you!"
"Hear who, kitten? Who do you have talking to you?" A sharp tap on his chest had him whimpering at the blonde when the tip of it traced down the center of his chest where the edges of the cups touched lightly from their placement. He squirmed when the blonde then bent forward slightly at the waist allowing blond locks to slither over his shoulders. Eyes blazing with that heat as pupils expanded leaving the green of them mere rings of color. Hot, hot, hot. "Who are you talking too, kitten?"
"Daddy." The blonde was straightening up then with the cane lifting up and it was cracked down on his chest. A cry tore out of him as he jolted at the sting of it over the sensitive skin as sparks raced down his back. His erection throbbed lightly against his stomach when he cringed back against the bed yet his chest arched forward. A red stripe forming across his chest as it fluttered with his pants when Hizashi's feet planted apart with his grasp on the cane handle adjusting it's hold. "I he-hear you loud an-and clear, Daddy!"
"What's your color?"
"Green! 'm still greeeen!"
"Then what are you waiting for? When you're done with your punishment you're going to choke on my fucking cock, you hear me? You're going to suck Daddy's cock and you're going to do it good, you understand me? Only then will I think of letting you cum so don't you even think about it!" The cane tapped at his chin then with a scoff leaving the blonde. "And here I was so kind as to fuck you with my fingers and suck your cock! You're going to count for me, do you understand?"
"Yes, Daddy!"
The tip of the cane was dragged lightly over his chin down to his throat. Down towards his chest with a light caressing touch to trace along the forming welt on his sensitive chest sending bolts under his skin that shrieked in protest when he twitched at the touch. Shuddered. The blonde's form was one he'd recognize anywhere; the same one he took up behind him. When that cane was cracking down on his thighs. The form that Nemuri taught him but this time it was angled slightly to hit at his chest properly.
The cane whistled through the air when it cracked down on his chest tearing another cry out of him as sparks raced down his back. Shouting out that first number. One. It lifted up then again whistled through the air quickly with the crack of it meeting his chest tearing another surprised yelp out of him. Two. It was razing over his chest the sensitivity when the blonde lifted the cane up again. God, he was melting. Melting, melting, melting when the sharp sting of the third blow had him jerking back with another cry.
Three. Oh, it was burning. It was enough to get tears stinging at his eyes as that burn ripped over his chest. It was fucking awful. It was the fucking best. He couldn't breathe without his skin burning when the blonde was lifting the cane up with his fingers flexing out before gripping the handle of it as it came down on his chest a fourth time. Four. This was exactly what they had planned should he fail. Should he somehow lose control while also planning in advance if he could handle it but fuck if he didn't love it.
Squirming eagerly when that cane came back up allowing him to glance over the welts forming over his red chest. Four welts that were swelling rather quickly no doubt due to the excess blood flow from the suction cups. And then he was wailing as that cane came down a fifth time. Five. Two more, two more, two more. He only had two more but God the first strikes had tears pricking at his eyes. What was it about this that had him so worked up? Was it the buildup days in advanced? Was it that cold, stern look to his husband's face?
The lustful hunger that was eating him up in that gaze? The idea that in those leather pants he'd find an erection that would betray how eager his husband was for this? How much he adored this? How goddamn good they both got off with their scenes? It had him whimpering at the thought when the blonde adjusted his grasp when the cane was cracking down on his chest tearing a shout out of him. Six. One more, one more, one more. God, his chest was on fire with those hits. Blistering from the sensitivity left behind.
Then he watched the blonde's teeth drag over his swelling lower lip with eyes burning down at him with that lustful hunger. A heat that was already eating him alive when the blonde's teeth dragged over his lip and the cane was cracking down on his chest sending a bolt of heat through him. He could see his husband's face flushing with such a lovely, vibrant blush as it spread down to his collar bones. Highlighting that tattooed collar bone much to his delight when eyes met his with his arm raised as he swallowed.
He nodded at his husband with a whimper when that cane was cracking down on his chest for a seventh and final time. Seven. The sharp, stinging pain tore a wail from him at the blistering pain ripping over his chest. God, it was so fucking good. It was everything he hoped it would be when he'd been looking at that wikipage. The small section showing off a woman's chest with markings left behind from a cane. It had him eager thinking of his chest in the same state from Hizashi's ruthless strikes that always left him howling.
Whimpering up at his husband as he looked down at the welts forming on his chest. Puffy. Then the cane was being dropped to the carpet tearing him out of his reverie to look up. Hands flying to the button of his husband's fly when he was shuffling forward with feet planting on either side of his bent knees as he gasped in his pants eagerly on hitches. Heaving them in while he could when he wriggled his bound arms to push out to test their strength which was truly unwavering as his fingers shook with the rest of him.
His chest was a burning, fierce heat that had each heave tingling as he chanced a glance down only to groan at the welts puffing up along his chest. Over his right nipple. He tore his gaze away from it to find fingers shaking as they ripped the button of that fly apart. Grabbing at the zipper easing it down quickly as he watched the blonde's erection swell against his fly. Pushing out now that it was given the smallest give when he caught the soaked wet spot on the sneak peak of boxers he caught to which he whined.
And then his husband then reached up to shove his pants down past his hips to the top of his thighs with his erection being eased out. Springing up to rest against his lower stomach with a twitch, he felt his mouth water in that cliché manner at the sight of it. The piercings winking at him as they caught the light up above him much like the blonde's nipple piercings. It had him squirming when a hand pushed into his hair to yank him close, close, close much to his delight. Shaking breaths raking out of him unevenly.
He leaned in pressing an open-mouthed kiss down below that first piercing before lifting his mouth up to place another next to them. Then another. Another, another, another open-mouthed kiss pressed to his husband's erection that left glistening patches behind. Sucking on his spots giddily with a swirl of his tongue to the skin when the hand in his hair pulled him away after he placed one up closer to the head. Humming into the spot when the blonde's left hand grabbed his erection to angle it away from his stomach.
Hips arching forward when he opened his mouth to press his tongue against the blonde's piercings then licking his way up to the dripping head of his erection. Feeling hips grinding forward against his tongue as he made his way up before swirling his tongue around the head. The taste of pre-come spreading over it when he lapped his tongue over it. And he was more than happy to press an open-mouthed kiss down below the dripping head of his husband's erection when he then leaned up with his knees digging into the floor.
Covering the head, he suckled firmly at it as he prodded at the slit with the tip of his tongue when a shuddering breath left his husband when he suckled idly at it. Happily swirling his tongue against the head when the blonde pushed lightly on his head to which he happily swooped down. Taking his erection down as far as he could until the head was hitting off the back of his throat. He gagged weakly at the hit when he then tried to soothe it away by suckling at his husband's erection with a low groan leaving himself.
Shivers racing down his back at the moan up above him as he sucked lightly at his husband while moving his tongue slightly. God, he loves it. Loves everything about giving the blonde a blowjob. The salty taste of his skin. The faint taste of pre-come hitting the back of his tongue. Thee heavy weight of his erection pinning his tongue down. The thickness of it filled up his mouth perfectly. With his arms pinned behind him, he wiggled them in their bindings when his skin throbbed from the tight bite of the ropes digging into his skin.
He didn't want to think of moving his chest yet with the ropes biting into him. Shuddering as he suckled lightly at his husband, he rubbed his tongue up against the underside of his erection with the first piercing resting on the tip of his tongue. He happily moved his tongue then to prod at the piercing with light flicks and rubs. Subtle movements and stimulation had his husband's hand tightening in his hair with an encouraging moan flying out of the man. An enthusiastic sound that sent shivers down his back.
God, if there was thing he loved since his husband got his piercings it was feeling them rub over his tongue when he was deep throating the blonde. That odd feeling when he got him down that far to feeling them rubbing in his throat. Fuck, it was the best. When they sat down, they'd planned two outcomes for tonight; one with it being a reward situation and one outcome like this. Both outcomes that he'd been looking forward too. While he knew it was more than likely he'd end up with a punishment.
Knew it was likely how it would turn out and he had not a problem with it. What mattered was he was doing something with Hizashi in terms of a scene. Sucking at his husband, he tasted another drip on the back of his tongue of pre-come. Suckling at him, he rubbed his tongue against the underside of his erection when he stretched his tongue out to prod at that piercing again with a playful flick. Nails scratched at his head when he then pulled his head back before diving forward at that same depth in a bob.
No rush. No choking himself. Not yet. He sucked at his husband as he began bobbing his head slowly but steadily with purposeful rubs of his tongue against the underside. Sucking at the head earning himself drips on his tongue when he swirled his tongue around the head before diving back down to that depth with the head of his husband's erection hitting the back of his throat. Bobbing, bobbing, bobbing his head giddily with that idle sucking at him. God, he could stay on his knees all night just like this.
His erection twitching, throbbing, against his stomach as it dripped shamelessly with his thighs rubbing together as he bobbed his head. Fuck. He swallowed to keep himself from drooling as he felt that spark of confidence; enough of it to sink down further. Gagging weakly when he welcomed the rub of that first piercing over his tongue, he pulled back to swallow, suckle, at the blonde who moaned above him. He looked up to find the blonde's head throwing itself back which was a shiver worthy sight.
Moving his head, he sucked at Hizashi idly with swirls of his tongue over the head when he pulled back far enough before diving back down to that new depth. Prodding at his piercing giddily with a moan of his own when it rubbed over his tongue. Bobbing his head with that hand in his hair gently tugging and pushing at his head had sparks of heat racing down his back when his thighs rubbed together again. His chest was a throbbing mess from the welts forming there but God if it didn't have him squirming.
If it didn't have his erection twitching against his stomach. He sucked at the blonde's twitching erection when he swallowed around him with that eagerness as he pulled his head back. Flattening his tongue over the head before sucking fiercely at the head as it dripped onto his stomach when he then dipped his head back down. The head of Hizashi's erection hitting the back of his throat when his arms strained out against his ropes with a groan. And curiously, he rolled his wrists with an idle tug at the ropes.
Giving in to that sparking impatience with thighs squirming together when he threw himself into playing with that piercing instead. Rubbing over his tongue with his bobbing, he flicked then nudged at his piercing each time he came down. Flattening his tongue to rub at the piercing before nudging the tip of his tongue over a ball. Sliding his tongue against the underside of his husband's erection that had his husband moaning in that mewling pitch up above him. Shameless moans that told him eh was doing it right.
Each moan that spilled out of his husband burned him hotter. Flashing waves under his skin that sizzled down to his very bones leaving him hot, hot, hot. He swallowed again to keep from drooling when he nudged at that piercing before rubbing his tongue against it had fingers tightening in his hair. Yanking at his hair in a sharp pull when he whimpered around the blonde at the pain it sent blistering of his scalp. Sending sparks down his back however it was pale compared to the fiery burn across his chest.
Than the feverish blistering heat that lingered beneath the surface as those welts continued to develop. He was more than happy as he bobbed his head, taking his time with his pull backs and dives down at that idle speed. Slow. Not at all the fast bobbing his husband been using on him minutes ago. As much as he would love to return a sloppy blowjob to his husband, he wanted to take his time with it. He swirled his tongue against the skin, diving down to slide his tongue along the underside of his erection.
A slick slide when he dove down further to lick at that first piercing. Playing with the smooth metal of it as he sucked idly at the blonde who whined above him. A shrill sound that had him flinching but God if it didn't inspire him to sink head down a bit further on his husband's erection. Just enough to get that piercing rubbing over his tongue properly when he touched the second with the tip of his tongue. Much like with the first, he happily rubbed at the piercing despite the weak gag as he sank down further on the blonde.
Shuddering at the groan that left his husband in that guttural pitch that rang with that excited approval. Nails dragged over his scalp with fingers holding onto his hair tightly when he rubbed the tip of his tongue against that second piercing. Nudging at the smooth metal balls before he was pulling his head up with a moan at slick rub over his tongue of that piercing. Just like when Hizashi would rub the bottom ball of his piercing against the top of tongue during a French kiss. It had him moaning out at his husband.
He bobbed his head with hair brushing against his flushed cheeks annoyingly when the hand in his hair squeezed at him. A tight fistful that had him moaning at the blonde above him who groaned back at him. He kept that idle speed of his bobbing when he felt saliva running down the left side of his mouth. Swallowing with a rather lewd slurp, the blonde moaned when he then slid down to welcome the rub of that first piercing over his tongue. Nudging at his second piercing adoringly when he inched down further.
The head of his husband's erection nudging at the back of his throat with the threat of slipping down it. It had him gagging weakly at the sensation, but it was far enough to lap properly at that second piercing like he had with the first. Soon, soon, soon he knew that Hizashi would push him down his pelvis. He would get the pleasure of having hips striking his face but until then he could play with this man. He could toy with his piercings as he saw fit all he wanted. Suck his erection for as long as he wanted to.
The blonde, whether during their usual foreplay or now during a scene, never rushed him when it came to blowjobs. Of course, there were quite a few times when he'd been slammed to the base, or he attempted to take him in one go. There had been more instances when hips struck brutally at his mouth but that was usually at his request. During his dirty, slurred ramblings when his husband would give him what he wanted. When he would give him exactly what he wanted and exactly how he asked for it.
This time, the blonde was letting him take his time with it. To use his tongue to play with those piercings he adores since the felching. Oh, it gave him a whole new appreciation for the small bits of jewelry lining the underside of his husband's erection. Bobbing his head at that slow, easy speed of his with his tongue prodding at the smooth metal. At those piercings giddily when he felt a push on the back of his head with a keening whimper leaving his husband that had him flinching at that ear ringing pitch.
A whimper leaving his husband when he took that silent request and happily pushed himself downwards. Welcoming the rub of that second piercing over his tongue with a gag that ended in a cough around his husband. Lashes fluttering on his hot cheeks, he took deep breaths through his nose. A hard feat when they were coming so fast, but he tried to focus on relaxing his jaw the way he did every other time. Relaxing his throat. He then slid down a few more inches with the base being mere inches away.
That third piercing touching the tip of his tongue. Taking his shaking breaths through his nose, he felt the hand in his hair shifting slightly allowing for the blonde's other hand to twist into it. Taking a breath he then held down, he couldn't stop it from flying out on a rather intense gag when his husband was pushing him down those final inches. The balls of the third piercing rubbing over his tongue as he was pushed down to the base. Gagging with that same intensity that had tears pricking at his eyes.
Shuddering when the blonde slid down his throat. Filling it up impossibly leaving him with wisps of air even as he gagged as his hands struggled against the role. Finger's flexing out then curling with that desire to jerk up and grab onto the blonde's hips. His thighs. To hold onto something when tears pricked and welled on his lashes from the forces of his gagging when he felt hips grinding gently against his mouth. Forcing his wet lashes up, those small tears forming on them slipping down his hot cheeks.
He focused his gaze up on Hizashi when he fought that urge to squirm at the sight up above him. The sight he tried to make out through the watery sheen that he tried desperately to blink away rapidly. The sight of blonde brows squeezing together as teeth dragged over his lip with that heat blazing in his gaze? Ohhh, it had him burning up hotter than being told to stay still. His husband looked just as excited as he felt. Hips rocked against his mouth with hands in his hair gently scratching at him comfortingly.
Blinking again as he took shaking, huffing breaths through his nose. The blonde curls of wiry pubic hair tickling his nose and cheeks, it had him swallowing to soothe the nausea that came with those gags. It had Hizashi groaning down at him with hands tightening on their fistfuls when the blonde's erection twitched. An odd sensation but one he absolutely adores. Has adored from the very first blowjob he gave Hizashi. The throb of his erection as it weighed his tongue down with the newness of those piercings rubbing over it.
The feeling of them sliding and rubbing down his throat had shivers racing down his back. There was no other way to describe it than strange to feel the piercings rubbing against his throat when the blonde's erection slipped down it. He could catch the faint scents of his citrusy body wash clinging to him still. Faint. It brought him a sense of comfort as his arms strained against the rope again which refused to give a single bit. The desire to hold onto his husband, to cling onto his thighs, was a strong one.
Especially with the way those hips were rocking and grinding against his mouth when he felt another small tear welling in the corner of his eye dripping down his hot cheek. A drop much like the one he felt welling in the left corner of his mouth that dripped down his chin despite his frantic swallowing. And while Hizashi had never meant it in an awful way, he couldn't help but wonder if he truly was a cock slut. Or was it cock whore? He had not a clue give how many variations he'd heard leave his husband's mouth.
So many different versions meant to get him off in the moment that he couldn't recall but always lit him up. He didn't think he was a size queen either but the feeling of having seven and a half inches down his throat? The way it filled up his mouth and pinned his tongue down? The feeling it stuffing his throat so beautifully it left him with wisps of air? He couldn't help but think it truth. That there was a glimmer to both claims made by both by his husband and to himself. He was lost, lost, lost under that weightlessness of his subspace.
Was it? Or was he merely delirious from the heat? From the lack of air to his screaming lungs? He couldn't tell. Couldn't tear them apart to make sense of it and he didn't want to. He wanted to exist in this blurb of a moment where nothing mattered but the erection down his throat. Then the flaming, hungry lust he saw in his husband's gaze as he played the role of his Dom so beautifully that it was leaving him breathless in more ways than one. And then the hands in his hair were pulling him up, up, up.
Once he was popping off, he gasped in his breaths now that his throat was clear. Desperate to get them down to his screaming lungs when Hizashi then shoved him back down to the base. Flying down it with another of those intense gags ripping out of him when the blonde hardly gave him a chance to adjust when he was being slid over his husband's erection again, again, again. Shoved down then pulled up in long bobs. Going from base to tip, he tried to control his gags with hard swallows when he was shoved down again.
The sight of his husband's head throwing itself back through his watery view had his toes curling as he squirmed on his knees. A ruthless dig that had him whining as he was pulled up and down along the blonde's throbbing erection. Swallowing, licking, sucking at the blonde as tears dripped down his hot cheeks towards his jaw where he was drooling shamelessly despite his frantic swallows. Trying not to choke on the pooling saliva in his mouth, to keep it from growing too sloppy, had his husband groaning.
A rasping, guttural pitch as the hands on his hair yanked him up and down when he was forced to close his eyes to avoid growing dizzy. Sucking at the blonde frantically, he moved his tongue to rub and play with those piercings tearing another groan from the blonde. Hands tightening in his hair as he was yanked at had sparks racing down his back coaxing it to arch as his erection twitched against his stomach. Throbbing. Just like the blonde's erection weighing him down as it slid over his tongue and down his throat mercilessly.
God, he fucking loves it. When they were going over the plan tonight, either punishment or reward, this was going to be the outcome. It had him burning hot, hot, hot with each slide of that erection slipping down his throat. Swallowing around Hizashi had the blonde groaning above him with hands tightening in his hair when he was shoved down to the base. Hips grinding fiercely against his mouth when he was yanked up towards the head. Doing his best to focus on licking, sucking, and prodding at the slit with his tongue.
Moaning out when he was shoved back down where he played with those beloved piercings. God, he loves them. Loves, loves, loves how they felt rubbing against his tongue and down his throat. How they felt rubbing against his inner walls when Hizashi tried his felching last week. Loved how they rubbed at his throat, his tongue, when he was shoved to the base. Sucking at his husband, his hands wriggled uselessly again with his shoulders wriggling as well when he was yanked up to the dripping head again.
Pre-come spreading over his tongue had him swirling his tongue around the head before prodding at the slit with his tongue again. Sucking fervently at him with a moan tearing out of him at the familiar taste of it. Rewarding him when he sucked firmly at the head before he was shoved down to the base. Keeping his eyes shut as he was pulled then pushed up and down, up and down, up and down. Sucking fervently at his husband as drool dripped down his chin as he huffed desperately through his nose when he had a second free.
Moaning up at the blonde as his thighs rubbed together restlessly with his erection throbbing against his stomach insistently. Dripping shamelessly against it when he whined at the blonde as he was shoved and pulled relentlessly along the blonde. God, this is what he'd wanted. Searched after the night he asked to be objectified by his husband. It had him hot, hot, hot as he jerked his arms restlessly with a moan as he was shoved down towards the base. He was so hot, so hot, so hot. He was burning up.
Sweat pricked at his forehead where tiny beads formed along his hair line as Hizashi panted up above him in between those snapping groans. Guttural moans that filled the silence of their bedroom with the slurps of his frantic swallowing. The quiet grunts leaving his husband that were muffled by a tight jaw while he whimpered hoarsely. The head of his husband's erection hit the back of his throat with such strength before slipping down his throat that he just knew would leave him hoarse when they were done.
Leave him husky in the morning. It had him moaning when he was shoved down to the base again with hips grinding fiercely against his mouth as he swallowed frantically. His wrists, forearms, and elbows were aching from fighting against the ropes so desperately. The skin throbbing from the light bite of the rope digging into his arms. His chest. It had him moaning around the blonde's twitching erection as it sat in his throat clogging it up. He squeezed his eyes shut as he gasped in the second his throat was empty.
Heaving breaths down to his itching lungs only to have his husband shove him back down to the base with the pleasure of his erection sliding down his throat. Hitting the back of his throat. His hands curling into tight fists to satisfy that urge to cling onto the blonde. Rubbing his tongue against the underside of his erection had the blonde moaning. A throaty sound that sent shivers down his back as he was pulled up allowing him to suckle at the head frantically. Heaving his breaths in desperately only to be shoved back to the base.
Weak gags ripping out of him with small tears lingering on his lashes waiting for drip down his hot cheeks when his eyes opened again. He threw himself into licking, swallowing, sucking at his husband's erection as he was moved faster, faster, faster. Feeling that light twitching hips swinging forward to hit against his mouth that he couldn't help moaning at. Hesitant. But God, the hands in his hair had him flying up and down the blondes erection delightedly. Listening to the blonde moaning and groaning up above him.
And then he was pulled up, up, up with a keening whine when he was shoved down with hips finally jumping forward in a swing. A thrust that hit at his mouth tearing a keening moan out of him as he squirmed eagerly with his knees digging into the floor sending an ache up his thighs. God if that impact of his husband's hips striking at his mouth with thrusts forward as he was shoved down didn't have him moaning. Whimpering. His hips thrusted up eagerly into the air with an impatient jiggle as he squirmed.
Then he caught the subtle change in Hizashi's pants. Hands jerking his head faster, faster, faster with fingers clutching fiercely at his hair as he was shoved down towards the base harder with hips swinging to hit at his mouth to which he whined. He knew the end was coming. That Hizashi was getting closer with each swing of those hips as he thrusted down his throat. Into his mouth. A ruthlessness that had his fingers curling and clawing at his palms to soothe hat urge to reach out and hold onto Hizashi.
His arms were shaking against that urge to reach up, to strain against the ropes, as the blonde fucked his mouth. His throat. Such ruthless strength in the thrusts that it had him groaning around his husband as he shuddered at that erection throbbing against his tongue. Twitching and dripping with drops of pre-come spreading that all too familiar taste over it. Hips snapped back and forth in synchronization with his hands with a grunt flying out of the blonde when he giddily began to hollow his cheeks.
Sucking hard, hard, hard at the blonde piercings rubbing over his tongue and down his throat. A shiver worthy sensation as he tried moving his head in time with that ruthless rhythm, but he couldn't. Not on his own. He wanted something, something, something for his erection that was throbbing erratically against his stomach. Surprisingly enough, he could feel that spark twisting low into his stomach. The fluttering pulls of an orgasm much to his shock as his thighs squeezed together to restless rub together.
Fidgeting, squirming, pressing tightly together as his erection continued its erratic throbbing with pre-come dripping onto his stomach. Was he truly going to get off like this? Untouched? But Hizashi had told him not to come. He'd made that clear. Had said, word for word, not to think about it. But with each throb of his erection, he couldn't stop the thought. Squirming with a breathless whimper around the blonde, his hips jiggled again before he could top himself as Hizashi's hips pounded forward at his mouth.
Chasing after the orgasm he knew had to be twisting into the blonde. It had his hands shaking in their tight fists when he listened to the slick sound of his husband thrusting into his mouth. The rasping pants taken by both of them. The slurp as he swallowed frantically to keep himself from choking on his pooling saliva. The small, wet sound of him sucking at the blonde's throbbing erection. The grunts and groans leaving his husband as he squirmed with a moan at the erratic throbbing of Hizashi's erection sliding over his tongue.
Down his throat. Filling it up as he huffed desperately through his nose as he hollowed out his cheeks to suck at the blonde who moaned in that keening pitch at him with hands fisting at his hair. Yanking desperately at it as he was pushed and pulled from tip to base with the blonde moaning at him. Fuck, when was the last time he ever got off on giving Hizashi a blowjob without touching himself? Did it happen in their early dating days? Back when they were trying their best to learn how to do it properly?
Back when he had shit stamina? He couldn't remember but fuck if it didn't make not focusing hard. His erection was throbbing against his stomach, twitching, as it dripped shamelessly with his thighs rubbing together. His inner walls clenching down to which he whimpered raggedly when the blonde moaned at him before his hips were dragging back, back, back. Popping off of his husband as he gasped at the drool spilling down his chin in response. The thick strands of saliva connecting him to the head of the blonde's erection.
How slick and messy it was. Was he not doing good enough at swallowing? He had not a clue, but he shut his mouth to swallow again, again, which broke off the strands when his husband's stance was changing. Hips angling themselves slightly as his husband bent forward prompting him to lean back. His head resting against the edge of the bed as he looked up at that flushed face. Admiring the bead of sweat he caught trailing down Hizashi's cheek when his husband's hand was reaching down to wrap around himself.
Grabbing at his slick erection that was then tugged away from his stomach and he shuddered when it was then held in such a way it was aiming at his chest. His aching, burning chest that he changed a glance down at only to whimper at how red it looked with those welts lining it. The welt over his right nipple swelling up with a puffy appearance to it. How feverish it felt just looking at it when his gaze was pulled up when the slick sound a stroke rang out to which he happily locked his dazed gaze on the blonde.
Watching his hand pump over his slick erection as blonde locks slid over his shoulders. Fast, fast, fast. His husband's hand twisted over his erection that looked so damn hard it looked down right painful. Soaked in his saliva as the blonde stroked himself, he couldn't help whimpering as he arched his own hips up. Thrusting into the air restlessly at the heat gathering in his lower stomach like a spark. A pinpoint of heat with the fluttering of a promising orgasm twisting into him as he watched gleefully.
He kept his gaze on that twitching erection and he could feel it throbbing on his tongue still. It had his pants shaking, wavering on their way down as he watched Hizashi's hand flying over his erection. Slick slides with fingers threatening to slip off when they neared the head and God if that wasn't exciting. He couldn't explain why but it was damn hot to have his husband respect that preference of his when it came to swallowing. To have the rationality not to come down his throat but rather work around it and work with him.
It was hot, punishment or reward, and it had his hips jiggling impatiently. Panting as he squirmed with aching knees spreading slightly as he arched his chest forward. Hot, hot, hot. He was so hot. Sinking into that deliriousness. The weightlessness that left him dizzy. Eager to accept every damn thing his husband would do to him in their scene. For they were far from over. He squirmed as Hizashi stroked himself at the same speed in which his husband had been moving his head. Stroking himself so fast, fast, fast.
Slick squelches of swiping fingers over the head with the blonde's fingers tightening as knuckles went slightly white as his husband squeezed at himself. It was mesmerizing watching Hizashi touch himself. To feel those eyes on him as he kept his chest arched out for the blonde with a whimper when he glanced down as erection twitched. Jerking away from his stomach briefly with a thin translucent strand connecting the head to his stomach before resting back against it. Slick, slick, slick. Wet. Unbearably hot.
He could feel sweat gathering on the back of his neck as he whimpered up at his husband with arms and shoulders wiggling as they pressed at the press. They had so much in term of breast torture to fill the rest of their night and God knows he was excited. Unfairly excited when his husband moan as that hand moved impossibly fast. A blur over that twitching erection when he watched with awe as hips began to thrust forward to meet those strokes. Shameless. Huffing, rasping pants being taken above him.
Watching as hips thrusted quickly in time with that stroking hand. God, it was a fucking turn on watching Hizashi touch himself. He may like having the blonde watch him when he was fucking himself with toys or to get himself ready but watching Hizashi touch himself? It was fucking hot. Turned him on like nothing else and he had not a clue why but he absolutely loves nothing more than to watch as his husband moaned up above him. That string of breathy English leaving the man in a half hushed tone.
Growing louder with his name peppering it with that beautiful mirage of names that always came during their scenes. Shouta, Shouta, Shouta. Kitten, kitten, kitten. Sweet thing. His kitty. It was fucking hot as he clenched his jaw watching the pre-come dripping from the slit of Hizashi's erection that dribbled over stroking fingers. Down onto his chest which had him flinching but God the excitement had him breathless as his pants wavered. Hitching before coming faster like his husband's as his hips jiggled restlessly.
As if he was unable to keep himself still knowing what was coming as his pants raced much like Hizashi's when the blonde was shouting with a slurred moan in English. Hips jerking forward with desperate thrusts into his hand as he watched thighs flexing before trembling beneath the leather pants. The flex of his abdomen when the blonde was shouting that slurred chant of his name. Blonde lashes fluttering as green eyes rolled back before those eyes were squeezing shut with a snapping moan left his husband.
He couldn't stop himself from moaning up at the man as his arms wriggled fervently in their pound position when the first spurt of come hit his chest. Coming, coming, coming with such force as he swore, he could see the throbs of Hizashi's erection in his grasp with the force of that spurting come. Landing on his chest, his throat, the edge of his jaw. Being covered in the hot spurts that had him twitching as they landed on the welts with their heat. Oh, oh, it was fucking amazing as he whimpered with a squirm.
The blonde gasping in that high pitched manner through the waves of his orgasms with hips grinding forward slickly into his hand. Rocking them with each spurt that hit his sensitive chest left him hot, hot, hot. His erection throbbing against his stomach with that eagerness twisting into him. Wanting, wanting, wanting to come with him. Wanting to come already as his hips jiggled in shallow thrusts with a whimper tearing out of him when he noticed the tremble to his husband's legs. The shake to the rest of him.
Riding out the high that came with a damn good orgasm. And then, then, then a weak spurt of come left the blonde that didn't quite make it to his chest. Hips thrusting weakly as if to aid it as it dribbled over the blonde's fingers and dripped onto his thigh instead. A groan leaving the blonde when his head hung forward when he was pushing off the bed then stepping backwards. And suddenly it was unbearable that space given to him as he swayed on his knees when he lifted his head only to blink lazily.
Prompting him to press it back against the bed's edge again when his gaze drifted down to the mess of his chest. The spurt that had splattered on to his throat and nicked the edge of his jaw had him shuddering. He felt used up. He felt unsatisfied with his erection throbbing against his stomach as shuddering sigh left the blonde who shuffled over to the dresser. Picking up the wipes they had there as he began to wipe himself clean. His piercings. Ignored. He was being ignored when the blonde then tugged his pants and boxers up.
Sighing out with enough hinted at satisfaction to get impatience, envy, pricking its ugly heads in his chest as he watched his husband tuck his softening erection away. Cleaning his hands off with a few more wipes with a quiet hum leaving the blonde when their top drawer was tugged open. Whimpering at the blonde who continually refused to give him the attention he wanted from him as his hips arched up. Thighs trembling with that urge to rub together again when he watched his husband tug the vibrating clamps out.
And then Hizashi was turning towards him with the lube in hand with a finger rubbing a thin drop around the inside of that black, silicone cock ring. And it had him groaning in protest at the thought he wasn't going to get off now. A sound that crested into another whimper when his husband smirked down at him before making his way back over only to drop into a squat before him. A sparkle to his gaze as a drop of lube being squeezed onto fingers that then wrapped around the base of his erection to spread a thin layer.
Then fingers were stretching out the silicon of the of the ring that was eased onto him when he whimpered at his husband when that smirk widened. Snugly in place, he shuddered at the sight of the black band wrapped around him tightly. He wanted to wail. To howl, sob, and shout that it wasn't fair that his husband got to come and he couldn't. Fingers trailed along the underside of his erection when his hips arched forward shamelessly as he inhaled sharply. Whining when Hizashi leaned forward to kiss at his clammy forehead.
"Di-Did you really think I'd le-let you cum yet? Only good boys de-deserve to cum with Da-Daddy, don't they?" Dragging his teeth over his lip to muffle the whimper, he nodded when the blonde then pulled back with hands coming up to cup his face with the scent of the wipes on them. He squirmed when his husband then reached behind him for the cane when he stood from his squat with fingers tracing along the cane. "No-Now get on your feet and be-bend over! If you ta-take this punishment then I'll let-let you cum later, kitten."
Biting at his lip fervently when he squirmed with bound arms wiggling behind him with spurts of come cooling on his chest. He was electrified. Spinning in his own head when he shifted slightly before looking up to meet that heated gaze with pupils expanded wide. Green mere rings of color when he dragged his teeth over his lip when they quivered. Trembling silently before he managed to get those words out of his tight throat on a mewled pitch. "Yo-You promise? Pro-Promise I can cum tonight, Daddy?"
The smirk on his husband's lips softened when the cane was dropped where it tapped against the side of that leather boot with fingers coming down to trace along his jaw. Ducking beneath his chin to tip his face when his husband's gaze flickered over him. Taking in what a damn mess, he was no doubt when fingers shifted gently on his chin with Hizashi's thumb pressing to his lower lip. Sliding along it to follow the shape when he let out a shuddering breath. Please, please, please tell him- "I promise. Now stand up, yeah? Be a good boy."
A shudder ran down his back when the end of the cane tapped against his chin again when his head spun weakly. God, he fucking loves this man. He wanted to be good. It had his erection throbbing against his stomach when the corners of his mouth twitched at that expectant look to his husband. The heat blazing in his gaze when the cane's tip slid down his chest through the cooling spurts of come there when he forced his trembling lips to move. The words out of his tight throat to say- "Yes, Daddy!"