Fifty Darker Shades of EraserMic

by CrypticBeans

A new saga of fifty chapters of straight smut! Enjoy! (Sequel to Fifty Shades of EraserMic!)

28. Take A Nip!

A lazy breeze puffing into the room.

The gentle patter of the oncoming rain.

The pounding water of the showerhead in the bathroom.

Hizashi stretched out over his bed with the laptop open before him with an essay sitting before him awaiting grading. Quiet. Eri had long since been tucked away into bed following her bed time routine, Hitoshi was out on a date with Denki, leaving them in the quiet of their home. Trying to tackle his grading yet his mind was refusing to focus on him. His eyes, instead, flicking to their closet with the box he had stuffed towards the back of it. It was hard to focus tonight. To think of getting his work done.

His brain was more than happy to focus on anything but. Forcing his gaze on the screen before him, his fingers drummed lightly over the keyboard as he scanned over the essay before him with what felt like a truly heroic effort. Making himself pay attention to the task at hand rather than letting his mind wonder. Letting it play out fantasies of how their plans for tonight. The night he'd tried blindfolding himself, he'd asked the questions he'd had bubbling in him that night. The curiosities that had been there for quite a bit.

Sex with three days breaking it up wasn't in line with the schedule Shouta insisted upon. It was adorable seeing his husband's face flushing with a new blush when that old one had been fading out of his cheeks. The way those black lashes fluttered as dark eyes flicked away from him with lips pinching together. Oh, in his euphoric state that it had been the epitome of adorable when he'd braced himself up on his elbow with a hand supporting his head. When he'd been looking down at that flushed face.

When hands had slid along his waist with legs twisting up with his own. It was then that his husband confirmed his hopes in that gruff tone of his. Given when he got his piercings and how long it had been since he'd aggravated his piercings to the point of a flare up? The fact there had been no flare up for quite a bit? Shouta was okay of them tentatively becoming more active in their sex life. So long as he didn't swell, if he didn't feel pain or discomfort, they could begin leaning towards the way it used to be.

It had him over the moon with that delight. An identical glow to his husband when he'd peeked at him from beneath his lashes. The grin on his lips when he'd said it. It had confirmed his hopes and God knows he adored restarting the active levels of their sex life again with baby steps. To keep an eye on his piercings. But given he got them halfway through January and it was now May? Well, he had all the confidence in the world, he was past the stage with those flare ups and the sensitivity to his piercings.

But he could agree that they needed to be cautious. Mindful rather than diving into sex with a gusto as they had the night of their hand at marking. It wasn't too far from memory or recent events, which meant taking this with baby steps all the more important to him. To Shouta. And so, going forward he was more than willing to be careful as they resumed their usual activity. Of course, with how packed their schedules were to be for the next four weeks, he was sure that it would keep sex from being all consuming.

They were only four days into May, yet it was proving to be exhausting. Strenuous on them both with the month filled with overtime, long patrols, and lesson plans that needed tweaking. An overabundance of tests that would need to be handed out and graded. Finals. It was hard to care about those smaller things with the mounting tension among the public but some things needed to remain. Small and insignificant things could provide a stability where nothing else could. Like the essay before him waiting for grading.

He pinched his lips slightly at the overuse of curse words littering the paragraphs. A lazy breeze of cool air carried through the window bringing with it a light strike of that sprinkling rain against the glass. Rattling the screen lightly sending a shiver up his back. Listening to the increasing speed of the rain outside as he scanned over that last paragraph. He truly couldn't tell nowadays if Bakugo was a genius who wasn't living up to his potential or if it was sitting blatantly before him with curse words hiding it.

The kid was smart yet it was his explosive anger that always got the best of him. He always left teacher to student talks between Shouta and his students but surely it couldn't hurt to pull the blonde aside to talk to him about it? Even if it was under the pretense of his foul language. Where his husband could be seen as intimidating, he'd like to believe he himself wasn't on the same level. That he was a bit more approachable than his husband but who knew. It could be dead in the water long before he tried to speak to the teen.

And even then, his advice didn't need to be taken. Outside of those curse words, he saw not a thing wrong with the essay before him. Marking off the score of the essay, a clatter of a dropping bottle from the bathroom had him peeking over his shoulder curiously towards the cracked door as steam filtered out. Hearing no answering thud or shout, he returned his gaze to the laptop only for his eyes to continue past it to the closet. Biting his lower lip, he shifted in his spot before pushing himself up.

Turning towards the edge of the bed as he shuffled off of it. Standing up, he made his way over to the closet where he tugged open the doors to step inside. Picking up the medium shaped box tucked away in the corner out of side behind a pair of his boots. He lifted it up before stepping back out of the closet back into the bedroom. Rushing back to the bed, he placed the box on the bed before turning towards the bedside table to tug open its drawer. Grabbing at the scissors they had within before taking a breath.

To soothe the spark of excitement twisting into him. Focusing instead on taking another deep breath as he cut open the box. Listening to the occasional, intermittent humming of his husband's deep voice drifting to him through the sound of water striking the shower walls. It wasn't uncommon for one or both of them to buy something to fall into line with something they wanted to do off the list. To add another item to their sex life to make it all the more exciting. That was merely unavoidable to ad to their toy collection.

Nipple play was something that had always fascinated him. In their youth, he could admit that he and Shouta had focused heavily on the others chest during those beginning years. When they'd been dipping their toes into the sexual nature of their desires it had only been natural for hands to gravitate towards chests. Fingers to trace over areolas and flick over nipples to watch the other intensely. To watch one another as they squirmed, whined and watched until the other turned flushed with that breathlessness.

He was an overly enthusiastic believer in that men's nipples could be stimulated as women's can be. That there was no shame in showing love to them as he had assured Shouta over the years. In fact, he'd dare say he loved it with how sensitive they were. It was one of the things that made him so eager to yank his shirt up and over his head each time they got a moment alone. When they'd begun actively having sex together, Shouta's hands seemed to always drift instinctively towards his chest every time.

To flick, tug, twist, and rub at his nipples until they were perking up under his ministrations. Suckling, biting, nipping at them when he could get his mouth on them in the past. God knows that he always adored letting his husband play with them until he was flushed. Squirming beneath or above him where he would then return that treatment back to his husband. It was with this in mind that had him writing down that choice as one of his first ideas before he'd gone to Shouta with that second list in hand.

Once he'd made up his mind on it, however, he'd been happily awed at the rabbit hole he found himself falling down in terms of nipple play. The toys it showed him. Oh, he'd imagined it to be a strictly clamps, hands and mouth scenario but the internet once again proved him wrong. He'd never thought outside of nipple clamps that there could be more. As much as he adored his husband's brilliant red nipple clamps, he'd found a variety of items on a website that left him scrolling down it in awe at the sight.

Magnetic nipple clamps, weighted tweezer nipple clamps, nipple suckers, vibrating nipplettes. Vibrating heated nipple clamps, arousal gel, grip crossbar vices and the iconic chained clamps crystals along the chain. He'd been absolutely riveted to every little item he saw on his screen when he'd been scrolling. He'd then made quick work of what he wanted the most. Within mere seconds he'd had the gel, the suckers, weighted clamps and the heated vibrating nipple clamps in the cart on the website and purchased.

From there it had been a waiting game. For days it left him jittery, excited as he paced the house while his husband spent his nights away from them. Eri had been receptive to his energy as he flew from window to window. From door to door with her racing after like a little shadow when they so much as heard the sound of a delivery truck. It was far from a secret he'd been expecting something when his husband had commented on his restlessness throughout the week. A playful glint to his gaze as he did so.

It was ironic, however, when Shouta had gone out to do some grocery shopping for dinner did the box arrive. Eri, of course, had begged to see what was in it to which he refused politely as he could. Redirecting her to a game rather than showing her the box once he'd tucked it into the closet. Out of reach of the young girl. However, now that their daughter was in bed and the quiet between them broken by the running shower? It gave him the moment for his mind to begin wandering away from his pretense of grading.

All too wrapped up in what those small toys would look like in his hand. While he obviously knew from the website, it was going to be different having them in his possession and using them on Shouta and himself. From the second he'd had that package in his hand the longer that excitement had built nowhere but up. Cutting away the last bit of tape he'd missed along the box's edge, he tugged open the flaps of his box before staring down at the items within it before taking them out one at a time.

The weighted clamps had a tweezer like appearance with black casings covering the tips of them. There was a metal ring to slide up and down to adjust the tension of the clamps much like the small screws on the red clamps Shouta had bought but simplistic. Attached to the rounded end of the clamps was a small black ring connected to equally small black chains that connected to black balls. According to the pack he held in his hand of the clamps, the balls themselves were forty-three point five grams heavy.

It truly didn't seem to be much. Not heavy at all as he held it in his hands but he knew once they were on it would possibly feel heavier. Placing them down, he plucked up the vibrating heated clamps that looked odd their own right both on the website and in his hand. There were nylon screws in both for that "speedy adjustment" the website promised to be when they were going onto the nipple. They also, apparently, would warm up as they vibrated with two speed options with a small motor much to his delight.

From what he'd read, they can be used on other sensitive areas of the body. Not just nipples. The description on the website never went into real detail on where or what but the implication was there. It'd be up to his and Shouta's imagination where they could put them. The most simplistic of the bunch were the nipple suckers. Shaped like a syringe with an open end to place over the nipple with a twist on the end of it to twice it up until they reached the pressure they wanted. They'd been too enticing he couldn't opt out.

And the gel? Well, he couldn't deny he'd been rather curious about it after reading the description. They'd never needed gels or lubes to enhance sex when it already felt so intensely perfect with the two of them naturally but the sight of this? It had been too tempting not to at least give it a chance. God, he could still recall the delight on his husband's face when he'd told him about his idea. The way that those dark eyes had sparkled as black lashes fluttered when he blinked before they widened slightly.

The spots of color that had popped onto his cheeks with that small smile twitching at the corners of his lips. He, of course, refused to give in to the playful questions about what he'd bought when Shouta tried asking about them. It was after that playful back and forth did his husband request for them to make it a scene. It hadn't taken him by surprise in the slightest bit; he had promised a proper scene to his husband when they had the chance too. Hell, he'd been itching for a proper scene together again.

It had been a desire unshakable when he had agreed all too eagerly. Without giving too much away, he'd helped form a scene for the two of them would be made effortlessly between them without the need to dress up. To make a production out of it as they usually did. Instead, he wanted it to feel as natural as possible between them. He wanted nothing more than to give Shouta what he wanted when he himself wanted the same thing as his husband. An easy compromise made for the sake of trying nipple play together.

Which, in his opinion, was one of the easier choices on their list. They then came together to write out a step by step outline of what they each wanted to incorporate. What they both wanted from the scene had left him excited. Like he was a child writing out his Santa wish list again. Even the sparkle to his husband's gaze and the color to his cheeks spoke volumes on how he felt about tonight from the night before to this morning. Laying the toys out on the bed, he placed the box down on the floor.

He then began to cut open the clamps and suckers free from their packaging when he blinked at the sudden lack of the shower. The sound of the water pounding against the walls had become a white noise had aided in relaxing him enough to get through half of his essays yet the sudden cut off was startling. Deafening. There was a screech of the curtain rods along the bar as it was tugged open followed by a splatter as Shouta no doubt stepped out. Tugging the suckers free of their packaging, he laid them on the bed.

Then working on getting the warmers out of their packaging. Tugging them out with more care than the suckers, he tilted the motor in his grasp curiously when he placed them down on the bed as well. Lifting the weighted clamps up to work free, he glanced up when the bathroom door was tugged open with the faint light stretching over the floor. Lost under the brilliant lighting of their overhead lights as a cloud of steam plumed out. And God, if his heart didn't stumble over its beats up to his throat at the sight of Shouta.

An old reaction but God if it wasn't a welcomed one as Shouta shuffled out of the bathroom with a shudder running over him. The towel wrapped tightly around hips allowed him to catch the tail end of his tattoo. Water streaking down his upper arms and legs in thin rivulets to drip off onto the floor had him riveted. The sight of droplets dripping off of the ends of his husband's soaked hair to his shoulders where they streaked down his chest towards his stomach. Soaking into the makeshift waistband of his towel.

The angry red blushes of the heat from his shower covered said shoulders and chest. A softer blush over his cheeks from the heat. Wild black locks were slicked back from hsi face as droplets streaked down those flushed cheeks to drip off his jaw and chin. Slip down his throat to his chest. God, he was absolutely fucking blessed. Absolutely lucky that his husband had somehow returned his feelings for him all these years. No doubt about it. He couldn't imagine a world where he didn't know the sight before him.

The softening of that toned stomach that refused to be worked away no matter how rigorous his husband's exercise routine had become. His muscular upper arms and legs with a thickness to him that was unmistakable. Toned with a fit physique that would make anyone drop to their knees. That anyone would love the chance to praise, and he got him all to himself. He let his gaze flicker down as he followed a droplet streaking down his husband's stomach down towards the makeshift waistband of his towel.

Along that happy trail that he happily traced down with his gaze until it was cut off. Right where it began to thicken noticeably as it melted into the wild, chaotic black curls covering his pelvis. What he'd give if that towel slipped just a tiny bit. A bit was all he needed to feel satisfied in his ogling. His gawking of the familiar sight of the black-haired man's body. Something he swore he'd never lose his appreciation for even after all these years spent together. Shouta was a beautifully breath taking man after all.

Stunning.

Lifting his gaze up from his shameless staring, he found that sparkle to his husband's gaze. The wide, manic Totoro-esque smirk curled over full lips as black brows raised at him with that playful sparkle in his gaze when hands came to rest on his waist. A shift of weight onto his left leg causing his hip to jut out. Calling attention for him to look down at the tattoo gracing it once again. Inviting him to look over the familiar sights of his body. The slender curve to his waist and the set of his shoulders.

The thickness of those thighs as the towel swayed against damp skin with the shift of his weight. He could gawk and marvel of this man for hours. Stare at the familiar sights like it was the very first time and he'd never tire of seeing Shouta naked. He'd been accused many times over the years by Nemuri as a disaster of a bisexual and he couldn't hope to deny the claim of it. Not when Shouta had playfully called him it over the years as well. And then those sparkling dark eyes flickered down to the bed at the toys.

A curiosity replacing that playfulness when he grinned widely at his husband when he stepped forward towards the bed. He'd made no secret today that the package was something special for the both of them. Something they could both have fun with once Shouta noticed it in the back of their closet while digging around for something. He couldn't recall what it had been that allowed him to find it so easily, but the black-haired man eyed the toys. Lips parting slightly when lashes fluttered as his eyes lifted up.

Catching his again with that interest beginning to take form when he cleared away the packaging left out on the bed as he turned to toss it into the box on the floor. He'd clear it out later and let the cats play with it before his husband could insist on them keeping it around for a week or so for Void, Cosmo, and Twix to enjoy lounging and playing in even if it wasn't very large. Turning back to his husband, he smiled before lifting his hands up as he walked towards the corner of the bed with Shouta wavering.

Hesitating when he curled his fingers to beckon him closer to which the black-haired flew into movement towards him. Fingers holding onto the makeshift waistband of his towel as water streaked down his chest. His shoulders. He dropped his hands down towards Shouta's waist prompting hands to move from their position as he slid his palms over his damp skin. Feverish from the heat of his shoulder when hands came up to cling onto his upper arms. Waiting for him to ease them into the start of their scene.

"Are you wearing it still?" He swore that blush deepened before his very eyes when that smirk twitched on his lips as his husband nodded at him. Hands sliding up towards his shoulders to curl arms lazily around them, he slid his hands along his husband's damp waist when he squeezed at him firmly. Rolling his thumbs just above his hips when his husband shuddered against him. "Are you still okay with what we have planned tonight? If you want your cage off at any time, just tell me, okay, kitten?"

"Yes, Daddy and I'll tell you if it feels uncomfortable or hurts so you can take it off." It was aweing at how effortless it came to his husband. How it came to himself. Fingers tugged lightly on his hair before he felt that consistent light pull of hair being curled and uncurled around fingers to which he rolled those soothing circles into his hips. Twisting his husband closer as that curiosity smoldered away with a sparkle of that excitement. A flicker of heat that had his heart jumping in his throat with his own excitement.

Their first cock cage, a beautiful black plastic cage, had long since been traded out for something that fit his husband better. Metal rather than plastic. It was something that, together with their therapist, they'd slowly adjusted into their sex life from last year going forward until his husband had a love for it. Hell, he loved the sight of the new cage on his husband just as much! "Tell me what our safe-word is? What's the color system that we'll be using tonight, kitten? What are the rules we'll be using tonight while we play?"

"Safe-word is emerald and color system is green, yellow, and red; good, unsure and stop!" Oh, how could one man sound so excited? Hold a light tremor of breathlessness with said excitement? Those dark eyes looked so wide with the emotions as well. The eagerness. Bottomless. "If I-I don't like anything I use my words! Speak up if I feel any real pain or if I cause you any pain! If I can't talk, I use taps or I use squeezes! One for green, two for yellow, and three hard ones for red!"

"Good boy!" Squeezing at his husband, he felt an uneven heave to his husband's chest with a hitching breath that rushed out of him with that sparkle of excitement to his gaze. "Now, you know you have an out, don't you? If you can't do this at any time, kitten, then tell me, alright? You tell me loud and clear just so I know where you're at, yeah? Your comfort and enjoyment are just as important. Do you want to go through with this? Do you want to do a scene with me tonight, Shouta? Do you want to play with Daddy?"

"Yes! Of course I do! I asked for it, didn't I?" Arms tightened around his shoulders then when he caught the subtle bob of that Adam's Apple in a swallow. Such a lovely color that blush was on his husband, it had him squeezing at his waist with a hum as he kept up the movement of his thumbs. "It's- We haven't done this in so long and I-I want it! I want it so badly because as exciting as it is impromptu to have one, I want this more than anything! I-I wanna play with you, Daddy, rather than a-a one and done moment, you know?"

"I know exactly what you mean, and I suppose that hasn't been fair to you, has it?" Sliding his hands along his husband's waist, he grabbed at the towel before pulling it apart. He dipped his head down to press a kiss to that hot cheek earning himself a shuddering breath when he dropped the towel to the floor. "I want you to tell me if anything doesn't feel good, yeah? I'll take care of you tonight, kitten, anyway that you want and need me too! Tell me, do you wanna play with Daddy's nipples while I get you ready?

Oh, it never failed to get his stomach fluttering at the sight of that enthusiasm in his husband. The excitement sparkling in those widening dark eyes when his husband nodded in a jerking bob when slid his hands over his waist when Shouta's head turned slightly with full lips pressing to his own flushing cheek. Pulling back, hands tightened on the locks they had twisted around fingers to which he leaned in to give his husband short, pecking kisses. Sharp smacks ringing out once, twice, three times.

The black-haired man then managed to deepen that fourth one with a firm press of lips against his. Sliding with that slowness he adores, he kneaded at the black-haired man's waist as he moved his lips against those full ones. Plush. Soft tonight whether that was from the hot water or pure chance. He couldn't tell but he absolutely loves it. Sliding his hands along his waist towards his back, he slid his hands backwards to slid over his husband's ass before reaching down towards the bottom of it to cup it.

Kneading at the flesh beneath his hands earned him a shudder from his husband when he felt those full lips melting to shape and mold to his own. Filling the gaps his thinner lips couldn't hope too. Arms tightened around his shoulders with fingers tugging playfully at his hair as they curled and uncurled strands around them. The quiet whisper of moving lips filled the silence that pattering rain outside. The quiet sound of the ceiling fan in the bathroom working to clear the steam that had gathered.

Breaths fanned over his cheek with a slight tremble to them that corrected itself quickly when he hummed as he kneaded at his husband. Sliding his hands up in another caress over his ass. Loving the shudder, it got him when he slid his hands back down to cup it once again with that firm kneading. He spun on his feet to which arms tightened with hands flying from his hair to cling onto his shirt. Stumbling over feet to move with him quickly, he kept his arms tightly around his husband to keep him from falling.

Held him tightly to his chest when he felt the nudge of his glasses against his cheekbones. The silent reminder he had to take them off. He'd worn them one too many times during sex and he could see the tiny fissures along the edges of the lenses in the morning. Spiderweb thin crack that threatened to shatter the lens with larger cracks if he continued to wear them during sex. Forgetful or not, it wasn't smart to blow out his glasses and rely on his spares until a new prescription with frames could be called in.

It was reckless of him to do so. As he walked them backwards, he fought the urge to groan at the quiet whir of his laptop fans. Fuck, he hadn't moved it, nor had he been ready when his husband came out of the shower. The light smack of their moving lips broke up the quiet whisper of each kiss given. Kisses that held a smolder that sent a spark down his back. A passion to it, an eagerness bleeding underneath it, that he couldn't help but reply in kind to. He absolutely loves the heat radiating off his husband.

When he took such hot showers there was a residual heat radiating off of him from the water he'd been under. Hands clung onto his shirt tightly before arms were moving from around his shoulders to instead reach down to grab at the hem of it. Bunching it up with a quiet hum leaving the black-haired man when the fabric was pushed up to reveal his waist and stomach. His sides. Up, up, up until it was bunched just below their chests with fingers brushing over his skin lightly to which he pulled back from the kiss.

A low whine left the man, he paused them before the before coaxing Shouta to sit on the end of it. There was a fidget before his husband was shifting to look over his shoulder in response to the quiet whir of his laptop before reaching out to snap the screen shut with a thudding click. Shoving it off towards the side of the bed to free up the middle. His head then turned with those dark eyes flaming with that blazing heat as he grabbed at his shirt before it could continue falling back down to his waist again.

Instead, he bunched it to his fists as he flipped it upwards to tug over his head. Hair slipping in thick locks past the neckline to sway against his back as he struggled to get his hair out of the way as it bunched up. Jerking at his shirt before flinging it over his head as his hair spilled over his back and shoulders as fingertips pressed to his waist lightly. Looking down to his husband with an adjustment of his glasses to find that silent question. Touching lightly while ready to pull away should he say no.

Should he demand not to touch. Nodding at his husband, fingers curled over the waistbands of his boxers and pants before tugging them down from his hips. Eyes locked onto his for a moment longer before looking down to focus on getting his pants down his thighs. To his knees down to his ankles to which he placed his hands on Shouta's shoulders as he stepped out before kicking them away. And God, if he didn't fucking love the way those dark eyes roamed over him. Staring at him with such hunger.

A lustful heat that triggered a flash of that identical heat to sizzle beneath his skin. Leaving him breathless at the twist of desire when he made his way around the bed while Shouta moved backwards. Moving briskly along his husband's side of the bed towards the collar with its heart shaped golden lock on it when he grabbed the chain with its key to slip over his head. Jingling cheerfully with the smaller key of the cock cage that he'd slipped onto the chain rather than the red scrunchy they regularly used for it.

Turning towards his husband, he found that gaze moving over him restlessly again. It that had heat flashing once again in a stunning burst before settling along his bones. Smoldering as he happily let the black-haired man stare at him with such shamelessness. Ogle. Gawk. Thighs twitched then when his husband's knees knocked together before they were spreading apart. The sight of that tattooed hip when they arched up to adjust their positioning on the bed before coming back down with another twitch.

The way those black locks slithered against his chest towards his shoulders with the rest of it fell down his back. The blush smothering itself over his cheeks down to his collar bones down to his chest to the damp curls of hair sticking to his husband's chest. Where he could see nipples perking up from either the chill or the arousal whichever it could be. Down over the familiar sight of his softening stomach from seconds ago towards his pelvis where wet curls stuck to his skin. To their most recent upgrade of the cock cage.

A glinting, beautiful silver that caught the light in a playful wink with the lock clicking off of the cage itself when Shouta shifted slightly to spread his legs wider. Feet sliding over the blanket when he watched a hand reaching out curiously to touch the nipple gel. On their bedside table sat the wipes, a singular golden condom, and the lube he'd set out for tonight. With it all was the pink, silicone cock ring that got his heart jumping. Skipping in his chest. He moved the laptop onto the bedside table in a precarious balance.

He then turned to climb onto the bed. Shouta sat up right with legs coming to curl together as hands lifted to lift black locks away from his shoulders. Allowing him to slide the collar around his neck where he tugged the metal hoops together. Slipping the arch of the lock through it where he pressed it together with a click. And oh, that excitement made those dark eyes foggy. As if he had cast a sudden hypnotism trick on his husband when he saw that visible shift. The way his husband fell into his submissive mindset.

Stepping into that role without a second thought as hands let those damp locks fall down. Curling chaotically as they air dried, they brushed against flushed cheeks and his haw lightly. Over his shoulders. While not the first kisses of the night, there was a light swell to those full lips already that made itself apparent when they parted slightly. How his husband could looked positively wrecked before they started he'd never know. Have not a clue about it but God if it wasn't the most beautiful fucking sight ever.

Crawling up towards the headboard of the bed with a rustle of the blanket, his husband flipped over onto his knees to follow after him. He squirmed towards the middle of the bed before reaching towards his side of the bed to grab the lube. The condom and the cock ring before straightening up where he watched his husband eyeing the new nipple clamps of theirs before leaning over. Grunting quietly before Shouta grabbed at the gel along with the nipple suckers while he cracked open the lube with a pop.

His husband then crawled forward over his legs to settle into his lap. Squeezing a dollop onto his fingers, he spread the lube over them with dark eyes watching him as that heat blazed in that gaze. Smoldered beneath his own skin with that sharp, twisting excitement he'd been choking down since he'd grabbed the box. Ever since he'd told his husband the night of his purchase. He wanted this moment so badly all day long. All afternoon long. Trying so hard to focus on keeping himself in line with their routine.

Of course, it didn't stop him from pulling the black-haired man onto his lap in the living room that afternoon. To start one of those lazy make-outs that always got him squirming in unison with Shouta. Smoldering earlier only for it to die down when his husband had pulled away with the insistence of getting dinner on before Eri came home. Trying so hard to keep his mind from replaying the document with their script of the night. It truly was a simple scene with nipple play being the major driving factor between them.

To use these shiny new toys of theirs but they'd decided together that something more should be added.Shouta had requested his cock cage and he'd been more than happy to offer wearing his cock ring for the night. They didn't have multiple rounds planned for the night but they had other ideas in mind. Something to keep the scene going into the second and final act of it following sex. It had left him jittery. More excited than he could remember being after Shouta approved a more active status in their sex life.

Spreading the lube over his fingers, his dick twitched at that sizzling heat smoldering along his bones. Flashing under his skin to leave him utterly breathless. Putting the lube down beside them, he stretched his hands out coaxing Shouta to lean ever so slightly forward without falling to his chest. A whine left the black-haired man when he brushed his fingers lightly over his ass before grabbing at his right cheek. Tugging at it just enough to sneak his slick fingers between them when the gel was cracked open.

It was flavored, from what he remembered, with a light pink hue to the translucent gel when he watched a dollop being squeezed onto his husband's fingers. He jumped at that cold gel being spread over his nipple yet he bit back any chance of a whining complaint as it was spread in lazy circles. Starting from his nipple out towards his areola in a slick sheen sending a shiver down his back as he watched. Tingles racing down when fingernails lightly traced the rim of his areola before pulling away.

Squeezing out another small dollop onto his fingers, he arched his chest forward slightly allowing for Shouta's fingers to press that cool gel to his nipple. Rolling the pads of his fingers over it had tingles racing under his skin to pool into his stomach when fingers swirled outwards towards his areola. Fingernails again tracing over the rim of it firmly. Rubbing his fingers against his husband had a stuttered, sharp hiss of air being taken when lashes fluttered before a sucker was being lifted up with the lube.

Small dollops squeezed out to slid along the rim of his areolas on both sides quickly in a layer before that tube's end was pressed to the rim of his left areola. And Shouta twisted the end once, twice, with dark eyes watching his face when he swallowed at that pressure. It was idle. Building with each twist of the end that drew it up further with an increasing pressure that had his dick twitching at that clawing excitement. His husband paused that twist when he inhaled sharply before picking up the other tube.

Pressing to the rim of his right areola as it had with the left. Pressed firmly before twisting slowly with a shudder racing down his back. He couldn't tell if that gel was working yet as it did say it took a bit to kick in. That it wasn't immediate but it was tingling. He'd never truly experienced tingling in his nipples like this given it was always lost under the heat. The importance of other things to be done that he hardly noticed until fingers were flicking over them. His breaths stuttered as Shouta gave a final twist.

He swallowed before focusing on his own hands when he rubbed his fingers slickly over his husband again with a slick squelch. Squirming when the tubes were flicked at sending a wave of tingles down to his stomach when he leaned forward. Rubbing against his husband's hole in that firm up and down when the black-haired man moved his right hand back to grab at his cheek. Spreading himself open properly when he dipped his head down. Lashes fluttered in a fast blink as those dark eyes smoldered at him.

Shouta's left hand rose from his chest to gently pinch the side of his glasses. Tugging them off of his face carefully, they were folded before being placed off under the corner of the pillow. A close to the bedside table as can be but he didn't mind it if they fell. They could find them later if need be. He slid his fingers firmly against the black-haired man when he got a twitch of that hole beneath the pads of them. Shouta was straightened up again only to lean in with those wavering breaths to fan over them.

Tingling. Buzzing. Leaning in to bridge those final inches, he pressed his lips to his husband's once again. A fast sigh fanned over his cheek as lips pressed firmly to his before sliding in a caress he was more than delighted to give back. The quiet brush of their moving lips joining the small fray of noises. A sigh rushed out of himself as lips melted against his quickly. Molding to shape and curve with his after a second kiss was given as he returned that firm press. Moving his lips against those plush, full ones.

Shuddering when the black-haired man's lips moved with his at that same pace as before. As if they'd never stopped. It was his favorite thing about kissing his husband. God, the man could kiss him like they'd been in a lip lock seconds ago and he adores it. The light smack of their moving lips broke up that quiet whispering as he rubbed at his husband. Feeling the subtle arch back of his hips to press back against his fingers when he gave a playful swirl. Bouncing his fingers lightly in that touch and go.

He continued with those swirling circles that earned him a whine. What would it feel like to get hard in this new cage? His husband had told him plenty of times what it felt like in the old plastic ones they'd bought as they gradually sized down but what would the metal feel like? Would it be cold? More unrelenting than the plastic? Would the new size stop him from achieving an erection the way he had before? Would it stop him from pressing against it as he had with their old plastic cages? Would it be different?

It had his heart sprinting against his chest spreading that heat with the silent what ifs. The curiosities he knew would be answered in the morning when his husband could string together a coherent sentence. When he could string one together. Trembling breaths fanned over his cheek as lips slid against his with a firmness that called too attention to that plush feel. The plumpness to those full lips that always drove him up the wall with that eagerness for more kisses. Another touch of them to his own.

He let out a shuddering sigh of his own while he moved his lips with Shouta's. Feeling his trying to mold with that shape and curve for that comfortable fit against his husband's. A shiver ran over the black-haired man when he felt another twitch of that hole beneath his fingers when he pressed the pads of his fingers firmly against him. Playful swirls that he changed out for those tight circles to get his husband squirming against him when there was a nudge against the sucker tearing a whimper out of him.

Unintentional.

He shuddered at that tingling sensitivity that was making itself more abundant with each passing second. A tingling from the gel that had his dick twitching against his tensing thighs when he let out a sharp breath. The tingles that raced down to pool into his stomach at that pressure of the suction. He'd always been sensitive when it came to his nipples. He had not a clue as to why, but God knows it had led to many pass encounters with his husband flicking, pinching, tugging and suckling until he was gasping.

Flushed with hips bucking to pin the black-haired man beneath him much to his delight. Hours lost with fingers trailing and playing with his chest that had only become far more enhanced when he'd gotten his nipples pierced. Oh, he swore Shouta was more fascinated with them than he had been when they'd finally healed. Always pinching at his jewelry, tugging it up or pulling so one ball was tightly pressed to his nipple. It was only made better knowing his husband also loved having his nipples played with.

During sex was by far his favorite timing to tug and yank at his husband's nipples. A tight pinch that would have his husband wailing as he'd squirm with restless bucks of his hips. It's what made tonight, this scene, all the more exciting as he crushed his lips to those full ones. Sharp smacks ringing out from the increasing speed of their moving lips with shaking breaths fanning over his cheek. Hitching when he gave tight, swirling rubs to his husband's twitching hole earning himself a reedy whine from the man.

Shifting his positioning, he rubbed the tips of his fingers over the rim of his hole lightly when he felt fingers nudging at the sucker on his nipple. Twisting at the end giving him a renewed pressure before moving to the other to give an additional twist. It had him moaning out into the kiss as he crushed his lips to Shouta's harder. Faster slides that complied with that quiet urgency that had been mounting between the both of them all day long. The coy glances he'd received from his husband throughout it.

The excitement that had gone nowhere but up to feed into that restlessness between the both of them. He poured that passion, that lust and desire into the kiss when his husband squirmed against him with a flick at the suckers that had him groaning under his breath when he felt another twitch beneath his fingertips. How unbelievably tempting it was to sink two fingers in one go. He knew that Shouta had done it in the past, that they didn't have to work up to it, but he wanted what felt best for his husband.

What made him feel good during the preparation of it all. He knew that some preparation was done when Shouta was getting himself ready in the bathroom but would it have been enough? Enough to slip two fingers into him? He could try and pull one out if he had too if it hurt his husband in any way. Pressing the tips of his fingers against his husband had his trembling breaths choking on a sharp inhale when a keening whimper left the man. Arching his hips back to press against his fingers with a squirm against him.

Squeezing at the cheek he held in his hand, he renewed his pull on it as those full lips crushed themselves against his. It had his lips aching mildly but God knows it wasn't enough to get him to pull away. To cut the kiss off. Breaths wavered over his cheek much like his own shortening breaths when his dick gave a volley of twitches against his thighs. Shuddering Shouta dragged his nails along the edge of that sucker before giving another ruthless flick at it causing it to tug at his areola and the skin surrounding.

God, when he'd given that offer in the slight twist of an order to play with them, he hadn't thought his husband would throw himself so confidently in it, but he loves it. The suction of the toys encouraging that brought blood up to know doubt make his nipples far more sensitive. Overly so and fuck if it wasn't exciting to think of how his husband would react once the suckers were off of him. When he could use them on the black-haired man. Tracing the rim of that twitching hole, he pushed against him curiously.

It had hips arching back once again. Whimpering at him with a cagey twitch of those hips when he nudged at him. Nudging, nudging, nudging at the twitching hole cautiously before there was a give that had Shouta inhaling sharply through his nose when he pushed his fingers into him slowly. Slow, slow, slow as muscles spasmed around his fingers before clamping down tightly when his husband cried out. Clenching so tight, tight, tight around his fingers with the throbbing pain of nails digging into his chest.

He stilled his fingers after his middle knuckles slipped into him. Freezing there with bated breath when his husband shuddered against him with muscles spasming before clenching down with a renewed force around his still fingers. Painful? Or merely surprising? He pulled back from the close proximity to find black lashes fluttering on red cheeks before they lifted up with that glassy appearance. Bottomless. As if he were being simultaneously looked at and through all at once by his husband. A shiver worthy sight.

The golden heart locked swayed as it caught the lighting of their bedroom in a cheeky wink. Then those glassy eyes locked onto him with that tight clench around him. The light shakes to his thighs he could catch when he looked down. Pulling his hand away from its tight grasp on that cheek, he lifted it up to grab the trembling one on his chest. Squeezing three times in quick succession of one another when a trembling breath was taken. Shaking in that shallow speed when he got two firm squeezes back.

Yellow.

He hummed softly when he brought it up to kiss his knuckles gently. Leaning in to press kisses against that flushed face when his husband whimpered at him before the trembling hand in his pulled away with dark eyes flickering off to the side towards the clamps. The cock ring glowing against the blanket with a flicker of determination when Shouta moved cautiously. Avoiding any movement of his hips the same way he was trying his best not to move his arm. Holding still everything he could to avoid moving his hand.

He felt the hand holding his right cheek open letting go in favor of reaching out towards the toys where the vibrating clamps were dragged closer. He swallowed before reaching up to untwist the sucker cautiously as he looked down to his chest. It was perhaps the lighting, he knew that, and yet it had him hot at that oddly puffy appearance to his hardened nipple. Tingling, throbbing lightly from that intensity, it looked down right swollen as he twisted slowly at the sucker with a low groan at that rush of relief.

The sudden loss of pressure calling to attention how uncomfortable that suction had been on the tingling numb thanks to that gel. Pulling it off of himself with a sigh, he moved to make quick work of the sucker on his left nipple with a shudder when he popped it off. The light groove of the sucker was left along the rim of his areola as he felt his dick twitch at the excitement when Shouta was turning to him. Eyes flicking down to gauge the appearance of his hardened nipples. Gawking at their puffy appearance.

Then fingertips trailed over his left nipple sending a fierce wave of squirm worthy tingles down his back. A light caress that had him gasping in when the black-haired man flicked his fingers over it lightly again and again with sparks racing down when they pinched delicately at his pierced nipple. It felt too much when fingers tapped harder than intended at the piercing that threatened to tear a whimper out of him. Swallowing down the noise clawing at his throat, he clenched his jaw to keep himself quiet.

Feeling that silent desperation to keep up that Dom image for his fascinated husband. To keep the scene as authentic as he could without giving in to the usual reactions. He loosened that clench of his jaw briefly to bite down on his lip when he reached down for that gel. Tugging the lube closer to him blindly when he lifted the gel up to finesse it enough to get a decent dollop on it one-handedly. Watching with that same riveted fascination as Shouta's fingers trailed over his nipples again before pinching lightly.

God, it was agonizing how sensitive it was. Never had he felt such sensitivity in his life. It had him squirming as his dick twitched when he received another light pinch to the hardened, puffy left nipple sending bolts through him that had him twitching. Oh, it felt as if he had offered his husband a real toy with the sparkle in that dark gaze as fingers trailed over him lightly. Nudged cautiously against his piercings resulting in another wave of sparks. Bolts. He knew that it could all be the information in his head.

Especially after having read online just what the gel and the suckers were supposed to do. Having read over the words so often it left him bouncing with excitement all day as he waited for them to come in. It wouldn't be the wildest thing if his brain convinced him they were indeed working. It had him shuddering with a low moan when Shouta pinched lightly at his nipples before twisting delicately. Watching him with that wide-eyed fascination to him as that golden lock swung like a pendulum on his collar.

Those wide glassy eyes with their sparkle flicked up to his face again and again with each ministration his husband gave to his nipples. Flicking his thumbs lightly over them tore a whimper out of him despite his tight jaw when he squirmed before arching his chest forward. Shouta gave another light pinch before tugging with that same delicacy yet it had bolts racing down to his stomach. Whimpering at the black-haired man when hands dropped away with a clamp being lifted up towards his right nipple.

Clamped onto it before his husband began to screw it into place to secure it. Slowly, slowly, slowly until it was locked onto his nipple with a tight clamp that had him wincing at the sparks it sent down when Shouta brought the left clamp up. Attaching it to his nipple when he wiggled his fingers in a gentle rub to that quivering inner wall tearing a whimper out of his husband. Rolling cautious circles into his inner wall had muscles clamping down tightly around his fingers when he glanced up at that flushed face.

Waiting. Lips trembled silently before nodding when his husband clamped that left one into place. Tight, painful clamps on his overly sensitive nipples had sparks racing down to pool into his stomach as heat simmered through his veins. Had his dick twitching against his thighs once again when he felt a wet drip hit them when he bit fiercely at his lip. Pain radiating down his chin when the black-haired man fussed with the small motor with shaky hands while he continued to roll circles into his inner walls.

Curling his fingers inwards gently to push against the trembling muscles had his husband whining shrilly. And then he felt another wet drip hit his thigh. It had him groaning lowly in his throat when he jumped at the sudden vibration spreading over his chest as he squirmed with a renewed dig of his teeth into his lower lip at sparks of heat racing down his back. Pooling into him with that sharp twist of heat raking up beneath the surface of his skin in a burst that left him breathless. Had heat ripping through him.

Taking a shaking breath when he raised his gel covered fingers up to return the favor. Swirling his fingers against that hardened nipple outwards. Tracing the rim of his areola with a shudder running over his husband when the gel was picked up for him as he held his fingers out only to have a dollop squeezed onto it. And he eagerly pressed them to his husband's right nipple to which the man jumped at the cool temperature no doubt. Swirling slick circles over his nipple out towards the rim of his areola.

It had his husband fidgeting in his lap. Hips wriggling when he cautiously began to slide his fingers up and down against that quivering inner wall. The black-haired man squirmed with another shudder when he went to pick up the lube before going through the steps he'd just watched. His husband's chest fluttered beneath his fingers with those shaking breaths that were beginning to shorten ever so slightly. He couldn't help a squirm when his dick gave a rapid volley of twitches against his tensing thighs.

The heat of those vibrating clamps beginning to soak into his tingling nipples had him squirming himself with his teeth dragging over his aching lip. Ohhh, it felt fucking amazing. Better than anything he could've imagined. The tight pinch was forgotten under the heat soaking into his areola and nipples with the vibration soothing away the pain it caused from that overstimulation. Unbearably good as that clamp squeezed at him so damn tightly, he swore he could feel the bars of his jewelry running through his nipple.

Feel the warmth soaking into him calling attention to it as he squirmed with a buck of his hips. Swallowing a moan as he focused on Shouta's shaking hand pressing the sucker to his areola. And he giddily twisted the top watching his husband's lashes fluttering with each twist of the top when he paused it at the whimper he got from his husband. The process was then repeated on his husband's left nipple when his husband let out a shuddering breath. He then pulled his fingers back cautiously before thrusting them shallowly.

Racing, shallow breaths hitched in when his husband's hips twitched cautiously when he pulled his fingers back again before thrusting in shallowly with a squelch. A shudder ran over his husband when he found that shaking hand with his slick one to give another of those three rapid squeezes. Watching his flushed face for a sign of pain. Discomfort. He'd always kept a hawk view on his husband during their scenes to ensure all was fine. That, should Shouta sink into subspace sooner, that someone kept an eye on everything.

Thrusting his fingers shallowly again, he got a hard squeeze back from his husband with a low moan leaving the man. A much better confirmation than the silent nodding he'd gotten seconds ago. Knees dug into the bed when his husband leaned forward. Lips crushed themselves to his once more with those urgent, passionate slides against his that truly left him breathless. Giddy to throw himself into them as he slid his lips against those soft, plush ones with such delight as he returned those emotions.

The passion, desire, and lust to get his husband shuddering against him as sharp smacks rang out with each slide of their damp lips. The squelches of his fingers thrusting shallowly, cautiously into him ringing out deafeningly with the humming of the motor from his vibrating clamps. Oh, oh, it felt so fucking good. Whether that was the gel or the suckers he swore he'd never been more aware of his nipples in his life. He wanted to let the black-haired man play with them all damn night until they felt raw.

Let him attach those weighted clamps and those pretty red ones in the drawer onto his nipples. Let him pinch, yank, twist, bite and suck at them for the remainder of the night to his hearts content. He wanted to return those favors to his husband who was whining under his breath with those fervent slides of his lips against his. His dick was dripping of pre-come onto his thighs making an absolute mess as his breaths raced through his nose. The heat ripping down his back had his dick twitching excitedly.

His thighs that rubbed together restlessly when his husband moaned out at him. He couldn't help an echoing groan at the black-haired man when he felt fingertips trailing down his stomach. A light touch as they brushed over his waist before moving down to trace along his hip lightly with fingers moving inwards before pausing. Fuck him, that pause of fingers mere inches away was a goddamn tease. His husband had fallen into his submissive role and fuck if he wasn't acting perfectly in it. Waiting for his approval.

He let out a hum as he arched his hips up in a jiggle as he thrusted his fingers into his husband with that caution fading slowly. Shuddering when his husband moaned in that keening pitch at him ecstatically. He let out an approving groan to Shouta who moved his hand down to grab at his twitching dick with a huff fanning over his cheek. When Shouta's fingers swiped over the head to smear away the drops of pre-come when there was a hit of a hand off plastic before the vibrations of his clamps sped up.

The second setting had him writhing with a shrill, keening moan flying out of him that ripped effortlessly through octaves. Tearing its way up in volume at that pleasure pooling into his stomach when his husband squeezed at his twitching dick with a sweeping stroke. A pleasure added to when his piercings were tugged lightly. Whining at him when he gave a clumsy thrust of his fingers before spreading them. Pushing out against his inner walls tearing a keening moan from the black-haired man when he squirmed.

Fingers tightening around him in a fierce squeeze where that palm brushed over his piercings in a twist. God, it had sparks ripping down his back at that tight pressure on his nipples. On his dick. The heat soaking into his areolas as the vibrations rattled his damn chest as he bucked his hips up. That rush of blood finally, finally, finally gushing through his veins so damn fast it burned. Pooling down to his twitching dick when it began to harden in his husband's grasp. It was all hot, hot, hot as he shuddered.

Ohh, it had his husband moaning at him with such enthusiasm it had his pounding heart skipping over its beats when that hand began to stroke him. Kneading down near the base, it flew up on a twist around the head with tugs at the skin surrounding his piercings to get him bucking into his hand. Pushing his fingers out, out, out, at those trembling inner walls before bringing them together to continue those shallow thrusts into him. Huffing, shallow pants fanned over his hot cheek as that hand flew over his hardening erection.

Fingers then stretched up to swipe over the dripping head before flying down to the base. The sharp smack of their moving lips was deafening over the vibration of his nipple clamps. The squelches of his frantically thrusting fingers as muscles squeezed tightly around him when he curled his fingers against that quivering inner wall. Rubbing against it tearing a snapping moan out of his husband when he then spread his fingers out. Again, again, again. Pushing insistently at inner walls intent on strangling them.

Pushing eagerly with a throaty moan of his own ripping out of him when fingers squeezed tightly around his hardening erection. Stroking him quickly when he felt those wet drips against his thigh to which he shuddered when his husband squirmed against him. A breathless whine flying out of the man when he spread his fingers out again to push outwards at those inner walls intent on squeezing his fingers together. In choking the life out of them as hips rocked slightly backwards to meet his shallow thrusts.

Thrusting, thrusting then spreading his fingers out. Loosening up the muscles clenching around them the best that he possibly can. His husband broke away from the kisses with a sharp smack, gasping in a heaving breath to break up those pants when he flew forward. Chasing after those lips to peck them once, twice more before Shouta pulled away to grab at the lube. His erection fully hardened against his stomach with a light tap as it twitched with a droplet of pre-come welling along the slit as he watched his husband.

Watching the dollop being squeezed onto his palm when his erection throbbed against his stomach with the sudden swell as his husband reached out. Curling fingers around him to pull him away from hsi stomach as that drop of pre-come slithered down in time for Shouta's slick hand to begin moving. Spreading the layer of lube over him with fingers coming up to swipe away the drops of pre-come as they welled on the slit. The sight paired with those slick squelches had him shivering as he choked down a whine.

Those squelches were deafening as his husband twisted and curved his hand along his erection. Lazy strokes that slipped slickly over him when his husband reached out for the brilliant pink cock ring next to them. Spreading it out with his index and middle finger along with his thumb to spread it out. Reaching down toward the head of his erection when he took a breath before easing it down with extra caution down near his piercings. That pink was positively glowing around Shouta's outstretched fingers.

Against his own skin when he groaned once that ring was settled around the base of his erection. Squeezing tightly around it when he spread his fingers out to push at those trembling inner muscles tearing a moan from his husband. God, what he'd give to see that spread. To watch that hole be spread around his fingers as he stretched them out. To watch the muscles spasm around them. His husband whimpered then with a squirm against him as that hand slid up his erection in a slick stroke up to the head.

"Ple-Please! Please, gimme it? Gi-Give me your cock, Daddy? I-I want you in me whe-when you put'em on me! I wan-wanna feel you stretchin' me out! Want you to fu-fuck me into this bed and gi-give me a reason to be sore! Pull me ha-hair and spank me with th-the new paddles! I want you to- Mmmm! Nnnn! Fuck! I want your co-cock inside me! Please, Daddy? I wa-want you to fill me up an-and fuck me so goood! I need you in me! Be-Been thinkin' about it all day! Please, Daddy? Give me it?"

God, it would never fail to set his blood ablaze with that heat at the sound of his husband's deep voice reaching that mewling pitch. The plea to those glassy dark eyes as that golden lock caught the light in a wink as it swung in its dangled position when he spread his fingers out. "Wha-What a shameless thing you are! Is my kitten in heat, huh? Do you ne-need Daddy's cock so bad to make it go away? You want me to fuck you like the good little cockslut you are? Does my baby boy need all of Daddy's attention tonight?"

"Yesss! God, yes, please! I wa-want you to fuck me so gooood! I want you to- Mmmnn! Ah! I want yo-you to fuck me! Wanna fe-feel your cock rubbing so good! Please? Please, Daddy? I've be-been thinkin' about it all day! Ah! Ohhh, shit! Hnn! Po-Pound me! I wa-want Daddy to fuck me all night! Fu-Fuck me up 'gainst the shower walls 'til my legs are shaking! I wa-wanna feel you cum in me! Want you to ma-make me cum with the cage on! Mmmm! God, please, Daddy! Pl-Please I need it! 'm a good boy!"

"Are you a go-good boy, kitten? Because you've got such a-a slutty little mouth I ca-can't help but wonder where you got that filthy vocabulary! You re-really want me to fuck you? Need Daddy's cock so bad?" Oh, the sight of that jerking nod had drying black locks flying against his shoulders and brushing against his cheeks in forming curls. "I gu-guess Daddy can make an exception tonight for his baby boy, huh? Think you ca-can keep being a good boy for me, kitten? Can you give me your color?"

"Yessss! 'm greeen! So green!"

"Good boy."

Spreading his fingers out again, again, again, had his husband whimpering shrilly at him with a squirm as he pushed at those trembling inner walls of his. He looked down to the suckers on his husband's chest with a hum before reaching his free hand up to tug lightly at it tearing a reedy whine out of Shouta. A damn near mewl just like that speaking pitch of his. Thrusting his fingers sharply into him once, twice, with slick squelches ringing out like shots into the quiet before spreading his fingers out.

Pushing at those inner muscles fiercely with that silent demand for them to adjust. He refused to hurt his husband somehow during a scene. Pain not discussed or planned out was what he aimed to avoid with his husband. Spreading his fingers out in rapid succession of one another had Shouta whimpering in that keening, mewling pitch at him with an impatient squirm to his hips. A cagey side-to-side shake he'd recognize anywhere before it was stopped in its tracks. AS if his husband was choking down his impatience.

It had heat blistering through his veins as his erection twitched against his stomach. Dripping shamelessly onto it creating a runny patch identical to the one on his thigh from the drips leaving his husband's caged dick. God, what did it feel like? He'd have to remember to ask. Even if it was fuel for the second half of their scene following this to get his husband off, he wanted to know. He shuddered at the squirm of Shouta's hips again when he pushed his fingers out, out, out before bringing them together.

Curling them inwards for a few sharp thrusts before pulling them out of the black-haired man with a slick squelch. The vibration rattling his chest with their heat had him shuddering when his husband fidgeted with a slight arch to his back allowing him to look down at his nipples. Noting the puffy appearance to them already, albeit nowhere near severe as his own, he didn't mind it one bit. They'd planned this out to take up half their night and God knows there was more than enough time for all their nipple play ideas tonight.

He reached up to untwist the suckers in unison tearing a groan from his husband when he noted the faint rim of the suckers framing his husband's areolas. Nowhere deep as his own but they were enough to see with a glance alone. Shuddering, he turned towards the clamps on the bed with a light rattle as the black-haired man leaned back with a renewed arch to his back. Pushing his chest forward once he grabbed at the clamps. Lifting them up, he fussed with the clamps before pulling them apart with a hum.

Then pinching them to Shouta's nipple, he kept a tight pinch up before sliding the metal band up to keep them into place. It had his husband whining when his nipple was tugged at immediately with the weight of the small ball. It wasn't drastic but it had him shuddering when he fussed with the remaining clamp in his hand before bringing it up to his left nipple. Pinching it against the hardened, puffy thing before sliding the metal band up to keep it into place just like the right side. And he took a moment to admire the sight.

At the black balls with their chains swayed lightly against his chest with his squirm. Much like the golden heart of his collar swaying against the hollow of his throat. The blush smothering itself over his husband's cheeks that spread down in a soft red to his collar bones. God, Shouta was fucking beautiful. He then reached over towards his side of the bed to grab at the golden square before lifting it up to his mouth where he tore it open. Spitting the strip out, he plucked out the slipper ring with a smirk at his flushed husband.

He reached down to roll the condom onto his slick erection then quickly eased it over his piercings before it joined the cock ring at the base. He looked up to the black-haired man again with a widening of his smirk before lifting his hand up to which he twirled his fingers in a spinning motion. It had heat blazing in that gaze with lips parting on a sharp gasp when his husband scrambled back off of his lap. It was almost giggle worthy watching those black balls with their chains swaying against his husband's chest.

However, the heat flashed at how quickly his husband complied with his silent order for him to flip over onto his hands and knees. Doing so without a second thought. God, if that wasn't the hottest fucking thing. To see that blatant trust his husband held for him in such a vulnerable mind space as his. The sight of the drips making their way through the cock cage making a mess over his thigh had his racing breaths hitching. Heat flashing in a sizzling burst under his skin when his husband braced himself.

Knees sliding over the bed as thighs spread apart as hips jumped up in their arch towards him with another twitch. An impatient, cagey side-to-side shake at him. Fuck, it was a shame he didn't have that cat tail plug in him. He'd give anything to watch that tail swaying with his movements right now. Instead, he shifted to roll forward onto his knees with that motor swaying annoyingly to which he merely grunted in annoyance under his breath. Shuffling forward, he slid his hands forward to grab at his husband's hips.

Angling them backwards further earning himself a rasping breath. Breaking up the shallow, racing breaths between the both of them when he brought his hands back in a caress over his waist. His ass before digging his fingers in for a hard squeeze that had Shouta squirming when the man peeked over his shoulder. Drying hair spreading over the bed in wild curls as he kneaded at his ass in hard squeezes delightedly. His erection twitched against his stomach with its insistent throbbing. Aching. So fucking pretty his husband was!

Absolutely wrecked when he'd hardly given him what he'd wanted yet. The light caught those glossy black hoops they'd been changed into in a playful wink as he admired the deep red of that blush. The wild curls as his hair began to dry properly with a frizz to it. Pulling at the cheeks in his grasp to spread him open, a hand shot back to grab at his left cheek to help hold him open. Humming softly, he arched his hips forward with a groan at the sight of that hole twitching before he slid himself against it.

Grinding playfully against his husband who let out a shrill whimper when slid against him slickly. Rubbing, sliding, grinding himself against that twitching hole as hips arched backwards against him. There was plea to that glassy dark eye as Shouta looked up at him from over his shoulder. Black curls splaying over that red cheek beautifully as his mouth hung open slightly allowing him to gawk at the swell forming on his lips. Grinding himself against the black-haired man, he reached up with his free hand to hold himself.

Changing the positioning of his hips to press the head against his husband. Pushing, pushing, pushing at him actively rather than teasing a moment more when his husband's knuckles went white from their hold on that spread cheek. He didn't want to wait anymore despite the pretense of his grinding. He shuddered at the twitch of his hole once again as he nudged against the black-haired man insistently with his pushing back against him. Cresting, shaking breaths racing out of the both of them on uneven hitches.

He pushed forward when his husband increased the force of his push back from his husband beneath him. Insistent. And then a cry ripped itself out of his husband at that give. Moaning out himself as he let his head fall forward causing his hair to spill over his shoulders. Oh, he swore his husband melted into the bed as his back arched down to press his chest to the bed as that cry choked off into a keening moan. A trembling sound as he sank into the black-haired man quickly when he groaned out at that clench.

Squeezing around him so damn tight it had him shuddering at the heat soaking into him. The heat spreading over his chest from those vibrating clamps that had his nipples shrieking from their tight grasp on the swollen things. It had his hips bucking instinctively to bury the last final inches into that strangling heat squeezing him so good. So good, so good, so good! Oh, it felt like that preparation was for nothing with how tightly his husband was squeezing around him. Fuck, it was threatening to melt him through.

Moving his hand away as he bottomed out, he slid his hands forward to grab at his husband's hips with nails raking over them. Tearing a keening whimper out of his husband that had him whining back before he could stop it. An ear ringing pitch that had the smaller items lying about rattling lightly. Drawers in the bedside table trembling. He choked it off on a low groan when Shouta flinched beneath him. And then the black-haired man was arching back to press tightly to his pelvis onl to grind back against him.

He giddily threw himself into that grinding rhythm against him as that feverish heat raked under his skin insistently. The light throb to his cheeks from the intensity of the blush burning there had sweat pricking at his forehead. So hot, so hot, so hot. He was so hot from the clamps. From the heat boiling through his veins. He couldn't get enough of that deep voice mewling at him like that. Gasping words out so breathlessly it sounded as if it was hard. As if he couldn't breathe long enough to get them out properly.

It had him shivering at the thought when the black-haired man ground himself tightly against him. Fierce rolls that had the muscles of his back flexing in that mouth-watering manner. God, he could litter this man in bites and he'd still feel that same urge to leave his own marks alongside the soft scars lining his back. Darker, jagged scars from deeper scars like that of his elbow from Shigaraki's quirk. There was something mesmerizing about watching the muscles in his husband's back flex and move.

And yet the black-haired man always made the first move every other time during sex, he knew it was up to him this time. To set the pace. How hard, how fast, they would go. It was something he'd been hesitant about at first, yet Shouta had merely waved it away. Assuring him it was more than fine when they were in a scene where domination and submission were two of the driving roles they were in. And God knows, as cliché as it was to himself, his husband both looked and acted his role amazingly.

That blush smothering itself over his skin with that pleading look in his glassy gaze. The tight roll of his hips as his back arched down to press to the bed in order to arch them up higher. The messy, drying curls spread over the blanket as his mouth hung open with his racing pants. Shouta looked absolutely stunning. The definition of submission at its finest in his opinion. It was a sight he could stare at for hours, but he knew what Shouta wanted. What he needed from him as hips squirmed in between their tight rolls.

The spasming twitches of those inner walls before they clenched down tightly around him; squeezing him for all their damn worth it felt. A heat that was melting him through to the core if he wasn't careful. Grinding himself in vicious, tight circles against his husband earned him another of those keening whimpers from the man. A trembling sound. Squirming those hips in-between his grinds when he felt Shouta tensing beneath him after he felt that initial roll forward onto his knees causing the bed to dip.

The way he would rock himself any other time he was in a position like this to take the lead from him. To set the pace and mood for it. Instead, he tensed to hold himself still as that eye remained locked up on him. Waiting. Holding still until he knew the pace. What they both wanted. And God if that didn't light a fire in his stomach as arousal twisted into him viciously. Choking him under the sharp twist of that emotion when ground himself forward in those tight circles before he pulled his hips back.

Aching, aching, aching. In more ways than one it seemed when his husband's racing, shallow pants hitched in with fingers twisting into the blanket above his head to hold onto it. Knuckles going white from that hard hold the man had on it when he then snapped his hips forward in a shallow thrust. The squelch of the lube and condom ringing out had his husband shuddering beneath him with a keening moan when he pulled back again. Snapping forward with enough strength for the light slap of their skin meeting.

It had Shouta wriggling his hips with an encouraging whimper to which he happily pulled his hips back before snapping forward in another shallow thrust. Tightening his hold on the black-haired man's wriggling hips as they jerked backwards against him left him boiling hot, hot, hot. Sweat pricking at his upper back and shoulders annoyingly. Along his forehead in the start of a clammy sheen as his shallow pants trembled out of him quickly when he gave in to that spark of eagerness as he pulled his hips back.

Thrusting into the heat that was strangling him. God, it was choking his erection with such a hard squeeze it threatened to make him drool of the pleasure it seen pooling into his back. The sparks of heat ripping up his back as he settled into a snapping, shallow pace that had his husband squirming and twisting beneath him. The comforter rustling quietly with his writhing when he watched with awe as his husband threw his head back. Causing hair to splay over the blanket with an accompanying moan.

It held a note of such enthusiasm it had him shuddering at the sound. Ecstatic. Snapping forward into that heat the second he pulled back ate up his focus; was the only thing he wanted to think about as that pleasure pooled like magma into his stomach. To focus on the breathless noises flying out of the black-haired man when he felt hips twitching in his grasp. Jerking backwards to meet a shallow thrust of his with such strength it had him twitching at the throaty moans leaving the both of them in unison.

The trembling sound was aweing. A beautiful blend of noise. He felt hips jerking back again to meet another thrust albeit a touch clumsy but God if it didn't get him moaning encouragingly at his husband to which he backed up with a squeeze. It took a few of those clumsy backwards jerks but within mere seconds his husband was catching on. Falling into line with his snapping, shallow thrusts with hits against his pelvis that had his toes curling tightly when the black-haired man's arms flexed with his back.

Pulling himself? He had not a clue as the bed wobbled from the digging of Shouta's knees into the mattress added too with his rocking on them. He wished for all the world he'd invested in a leash. That he'd bitten the bullet when he'd been debating between this collar and the other that had come with a leash. Dragging his teeth over his lip at a keening moan clawing its way out of his tight throat at the spasming inner walls clenching around him tightly. A response to a few rapid, back-to-back twitches of his erection.

All while those clamps buzzed, buzzed, buzzed away at him. God, he couldn't get over that sensitivity. It was driving him up the wall at the heat soaking into his chest as they buzzed cheerfully. The tight clamp that had pain shrieking in a consistent wave beneath the vibrations that soothed it away. It was a clamp that his husband always liked to put on him in bursts. When he was least suspecting it. He shuddered at the idea of his husband's hands on his chest. To have his scarred fingers plucking at his nipples.

The ruthlessness his Shouta would show him throughout the night the second they finished the scene. Ohhh, it was a shot of heat that had his hips jumping quickly with that slight frenzy to his snapping thrusts that had the black-haired man whimpering beneath him. Hips jerked back to meet his sharp thrusts with a whine leaving himself at the sudden clench. Fuck him, he could spend hours within the black-haired man. Soft or hard, he would willingly slip himself into that tight heat for hours on end.

It was addicting. He couldn't get enough of Shouta and fuck if scenes like these didn't make a damn thing easier on him. To know his husband trusted him so explicitly? To know he was trusted enough that his husband could let his guards down and leave himself so vulnerable? It was a turn on like no other. Left him giddy. A sharp thrust back tore him out of his thoughts when a snapping groan left the black-haired man. Muscles spasming before clamping down around him with a strength to send sparks racing up his back.

He threw his head back with a choked howl at that clench as he yanked his hips back before slamming forward without a second thought. Hard, hard, hard. Fast, fast, fast. Thrusts that had his husband crying out with such unmistakable delight, he shuddered as he slammed forward in a frantic frenzy. Happily lengthening the draw back on his thrusts before slamming himself back into his husband. Rasping pants raking themselves down his throat when he tried to slow back to those snapping thrusts.

To keep from overwhelming him by changing the pace so fast all because he was eager. Because Shouta was eager. Yet the black-haired man groaned up at him with hips slamming back against his pelvis before swinging forward then coming back with that same strength. Rocking himself on his knees with hard hits backwards that had him moving before he could think twice. He raised his hand up then cracked it down on his right ass cheek with a startling crack of the impact. Sharp in contrast to the squelches of the lube.

His husband wavered on his knees in a clumsy thrust back when he jumped at the sound with a whine as he stilled briefly. As if his husband didn't understand what had happened. Didn't process it when hips swung forward with a rock on those knees before slamming backwards against his pelvis again. Testing the waters. It had his heart pounding against his chest when he giddily lifted his hand up before cracking it down on that spot. Tearing an absolutely ecstatic cry from the black-haired man when he jumped.

Squeezing at that reddening spot, he yanked his hips back before slamming forward causing his husband to rock forward on his knees. That cry ripping up in volume near its tail end before choking off when he dug his fingers into that spot in another hard squeeze before pulling back. Loving the shudder, he saw running over his husband when hips twitched back when he slammed himself forward. A snapping groan of his own at the quivering of those inner walls as he felt that answering hit back against his pelvis.

Done with such force causing him to wobble lightly. He gave another hard squeeze to that cheek to which he got a whimper from the black-haired man. Fuck, he loves it when they plan out a scene together. When their wants and desires were laid plain from what they wanted from one another and what they wanted from a scene before diving into it blind. It had him shivering at the rush of it as he slammed himself forward with hips jerking back. The sharp crack of their skin meeting without fail had his racing pants hitching.

Whining to himself under his breath. The slick squelches of the condom and lube punctuating his thrusts. Rasping, ragged pants being taken between the both of them with increasing speed. The quiet rustling of the comforter beneath his writhing husband as he rocked himself quickly to keep up. He once again couldn't stop himself from admitting the flex of his back. To his arms as he pulled at the blanket. He could feel Shouta attempting to lengthen their thrusts with his forward rocks but he ignored the bate.

The familiar sensation when they were having sex and Shouta wanted those longer, deeper thrusts. He couldn't help a small grin at that frustrated whine when he refused to take that silent cue. Keeping his thrusts to his pacing. Slamming himself forward, he slid his left hand from Shouta's hip to sweep it up his flexing back tearing a whine from the man. Raking his nails down the center of Shouta's back had muscles clenching tightly around him tearing a howl out of him. His hips jumping in a frantic slam forward.

A frenzy of hard hits repeated again, again, again as a shout left his husband. God, he loves this man. Loves, loves, loves him. Fuck, that buzzing on his chest was going to drive him up the fucking wall if he had to keep them on a second longer with those inner walls clamping around him so tightly. The pain of that tight clamp was making itself all too abundantly clear the longer those clamps kept up thier tight squeeze on his sensitive nipples. Was it from the sucker giving them that increased blood flow?

Was it from the gel that had promised online to make them sensitive? Tingly? Was it the heat and the vibrations? The pain of having that tight pinch on his nipples making his nerve endings shriek for him to rip them off? He had not a clue but God if it didn't have his hips jumping in time with his thoughts. If he didn't giddily sweep his hand up that back only to rake his nails down his back again. Harder. Delighting in leaving behind those glowing red lines forming behind as another of those trembling shouts.

He'd never get enough of this man. Never, never, he swore it. His husband slammed his hips back then against his pelvis with surprising strength that had him wobbling lightly once more to which he growled at the black-haired man. A ripping, snarling sound tearing its way free when he slammed his hips forward with that answering strength. Fucking hell, he was burning up, up, up. Cooking already in his own skin with each rasping pant he took that raked down his throat only to rasp out of him sharply.

Giving in to that compulsive, shrieking voice in the back of his head to slam himself back into that clenching heat that felt so unbelievably good. To move with those hips slamming back against his pelvis with an increasing speed as his husband whimpered out in that shrill pitch. A keening, mewling sound that had his toes curling as he slid his hand along his back to follow the forming red lines. Moving the hand, he had on his hip to slide down to that shaking thigh where he curved it inwards on a caress.

Moving to caress that silky soft inner thigh causing the flexing muscles to jump before tensing beneath his touch. Quivering. Squeezing at that soft area fiercely had his husband shuddering when he dragged his nails over it. He could only imagine how agonizingly insufferable it had to be to have that cage on. To know in any other instance that he'd be hard. But the cage wouldn't allow for him to get hard rendering him to little more than dripping the way he had been over his thigh. Had to be on the blanket.

He'd read online, as well as told by their therapist, that while his husband couldn't get hard comfortably in the cage that it wasn't impossible for him to have an orgasm in it. Just like it was possible for him to use the bathroom with it or to shower with it on with deeper cleanings on days in between. There was a shift of his husband as knees dug into the mattress with hips striking back against him hard. He wobbled on his knees to which he lifted the hand on his inner thigh instinctively. Cracking it down on the sensitive area.

Squeezing at the spot with a purposeful dig of his nails into the spot had Shouta writhing. Wailing beneath him when hips stuttered in their slamming hits back which he then used to his advantage. Leaning forward, he made sure the motor didn't catch of rip free annoying as it was and pressed his chest to his husband's back. Oh, oh it had him moaning at the tight press. At the vibrations seemed to sink into him far more intensely than they had seconds ago without it. The heat soaking into feverish skin.

It sent shivers up his back at the crackling wail leaving the black-haired man before choking off when slid his hand from its place on his inner thigh upwards. Slamming his hips forward with that new angle had his husband twisting beneath him desperately. An ecstatic moan flying out of him with hips snapping back when he slid his hand up between those shaking thighs. Pressing the tips of his fingers in a rub along his taint had his husband shuddering beneath him with hitching, gasping pants being taken.

Huffs being taken down far faster than they flew out as hips wriggled then before resuming that shar backwards thrusts against him. The quiet jingle of the jingle of the keys on the chain again caught his attention for a flicker of a moment when his husband writhed beneath him in desperate twists. Whining in that reedy pitch up at him as he pressed his fingers firmly to his taint with firm rubs to the smooth skin as he slammed himself forward. Yanking his hips back further to lengthen his thrusts with a keening moan.

Pressing his fingers fiercely to his taint in his rubs to stimulate his prostate from the outside as that heat ripped into him. It was eating him alive. Twisting under his skin with raking nails as it boiled his blood leaving him with no escape. Not from the pooling pleasure into his stomach. Not from the shrieking pain of his nipples being clamped so tight that was refusing to be soothed away by the vibrations nor the heat. Not now that he was finally accustomed to both of those sensations as he pressed against Shouta.

Now that he could think around them did, he feel that pain toeing the line of indecision. Unsure of whether to rip them off or leave them until they were done. Too tight, too tight, too tight. Not enough, not enough, not enough. It was teetering on the very line he'd never thought he'd be toeing as his hips jumped in their speed instinctively. Moving to pound himself into the heat that was strangling him tighter. Squeezing around him for all their worth as they contracted in that all too familiar way; just like throbbing.

It had him pounding himself forward harder, harder, harder. Faster. He could feel that clammy sheen of sweat breaking out over his skin causing his hair to cling onto his skin. Thin wisps to his forehead. The crisp slap of their skin meeting again, again, again was far too loud as it was amplified by that sheen of sweat. The slick squelches of the condom and lube mixing in with that sharp sound. Fuck, when was the last time they had a scene like this? When was the last time they sat down to properly plan it out?

Was it recently? He had not a clue, but it felt far, far too long. He was being driven up the fucking wall and there wasn't a thing he wanted to do to stop it. The oversensitivity of his pinched nipples had his head spinning as said nipples throbbed with that pain ripping across his chest from the clamps. His erection was throbbing with that stiff set that had him desperate to rid himself of it. Thickening with that trapped blood as he pounded himself into his husband again, again, again, as he twisted beneath him.

A shout of absolute delight leaving the man. Ringing as it bounced off the walls to come back to him, leaving him ever grateful that their room was soundproofed professionally. He rubbed firmly at his husband's taint to which the man jolted as a whimper tore out of him when that shout was choked down. Rubbing up and down, up and down, up and down had the black-haired man writhing beneath him with heaving pants when he slid his hand up to cup his balls carefully. Squeezing carefully at them.

Rolling them in his hand with quick circles had his husband's hips bucking down against his hand. Whining before those hips jerked back to hit against his pelvis in a pounding strike. It had him moaning out shrilly at Shouta as he pounded his hips forward with a shudder running down his back. It was so hard to tell where one source of heat came from that threatened to overwhelm him. The heat of his husband squeezing tightly around him or that vibrating heat of his chest. It was so damn hard to tell.

He rolled his husband's balls in firm, quick circles as he pounded forward when he adjusted his cupped position to press his thumb to his taint. He then began to roll his balls once more with those firm, careful squeezes while sliding his thumb against that smooth area of skin. Ohhhh, it had his husband howling out beneath him with hips jerking forward before slamming back against him. Gasping beneath him as he shook lightly when traced that red mark on his husband's ass cheek with his right hand lightly.

Brushing fingertips over the red mark had the black-haired man squirming beneath him as he bit down on his lower lip viciously. A hard bite that had pain racing down to his chin but he needed just one, one, one second to control himself. To ensure he wouldn't blow his poor husband's eardrum out if he attempted to speak and he clenched at the wrong time. The vibrations on his nipples had his toes curling tightly at the overstimulated sparks racing down his back to feed into that blistering heat. It was maddeningly good.

Raking under his skin with claws, he swore he was going to sizzle away. Spontaneously combust on top of his writhing husband. He caught the quiet sound of the blanket rustling as his husband's thighs spread further with knees sliding over the bed. Sinking beneath him as hips jerked back to meet his pounding thrusts as he shuddered with a moan muffling itself as it squeezed free from his tight throat. He didn't know how long one man could burn. Could throb like this with such intensity from his chest to his groin.

It was by far the most pleasurable torture he'd subjected himself too. The tight clamps on his aching nipples pairing with the frantic throbbing of his erection had his hands shaking with the urge to do something. Take the clamps off. Pull out and forsake the condom he wore now to get that silicone ring squeezing the base of his erection off. And yet he made not a move to do either option. To rid himself of either point from the torment making them throb. Fuck, he could only imagine how his husband had to feel.

To be given all this pleasure but unable to get properly hard. Biting down fervently on his lip at the bolt of heat that thought sent up his back. He pounded forward into that heat the second he slipped out of him tearing moans out of Shouta. Climbing higher, higher, higher. Louder, louder, louder. The sounds leaving the both of them that trembled together in the quiet of their bedroom to break up the squelching. The slick slap of their skin meeting as sweat formed in a layer over his and Shouta's body.

A bead of sweat ran down the side of his face down towards his jaw where it trembled before dripping off. So hot, so hot, so hot. He was so fucking hot yet he was more than eager to tip over that edge. He yanked his hips back far, far, far then adjusted their angle ever so slightly before slamming forward back into his husband. He knew he hit it judging by the strangled moan leaving the black-haired man as he jolted beneath him. Twisting with hips grinding back against him fiercely before he pulled back then forward.

Burying himself into that heat once, twice, as the black-haired man twisted beneath him. Jolting, jerking, with each thrust he gave into him when he rubbed his thumb firmly to his taint with a squeeze to the balls he held in his fingers. A firm squeeze that tore a snapping, snarling moan from his husband. Pounding himself into that heat that was growing tighter, tighter, tighter around him with a strangle hold that had him shuddering. As if by will alone his husband could snap him off at the base to remain inside of him.

A thought that never failed to leave him feeling hot. Flushed. He could devour this man alive. He could eat him up and leave not a bit of him behind for someone to find. He could devour every bit of Shouta and he'd still be starving for a bit more. Insatiability was a curse. Something very easily fed depending on the circumstances in which it was sown. And God knows he had an insatiability that refused to be sated when he knew he was getting this whenever he wanted. That he could have Shouta whenever he wanted.

He could love, touch, kiss, cuddle and fuck his husband to his hearts content and it'd never fail to leave him excited. Leave him thrilled at the chance. Huffing through his nose, his teeth quickly dragged over his lip as his mouth fell open with those huffing, rasping pants. Uneven hitches as his brows squeezed together tightly when he pressed his forehead to the back of his husband's slick shoulder. Huffing into the small pocket he made for himself as he pounded himself into Shouta again, again, again.

The black-haired man jolted and twisted beneath him with those shrill whimpers and keening moans. Compulsive. A need so intense it was an acute pain. He needed, needed, needed Shouta. He wanted him so damn bad. There was a spasm of those inner walls around him as they clamped down in response to the twitches of his erection. The throbbing was going to drive him insane. Pounding himself into his husband had him jerking, jolting, and twisting beneath him when he struck at his prostate repeatedly.

Relentlessly. He could only imagine the heat, the pleasure, that came from hitting at that spot. It had his lashes fluttering against hot cheeks as his brows squeezed together tightly. Panting into slick skin as he rolled his husband's balls in his grasp carefully with that firm pressure. Rubbing his thumb firmly over his taint to get his husband writhing as he pressed as hard as he dared. His husband's hips stuttered in their pounding thrusts against him when he pressed down tightly against his back in a new push.

He wanted to rip those clamps off of his nipples right that second. He loved the buzzing that fed into their tingling but the throbbing from the pressure of that squeeze had him gasping as he pressed his chest tightly to his husband's back. He could feel that low spark twisting low into his stomach in a knot that did little to help the frantic desperation twisting into him. Leaving him panting into his pocket that was insufferably hot from the heat radiating off of his face. From his ragged, uneven pants raking in and out.

It was agony as he pounded forward in a frenzy that had his husband crying out. Writhing beneath him in between those jolts and jerks when he hit at his prostate. Ohhh, he was fucking loving it. Loving, loving, loving every little thing down to the rasping pants taken between them. The heat sizzling under his skin leaving him flushed. Feverish. The slick slap of sweaty skin meeting with those pounding thrusts. The squelches of the condom and lube rubbing together as his husband clenched tightly around him.

The quiet, back of throat sounds he caught leaving his husband under those louder sounds of his. Quiet, half formed pleas carrying the tail end of his name. His title. it had his blood burning hot, hot, hot with each pounding thrust forward as he chased after that spark as the knot in his lower stomach twisted. Squeezing tightly into him ruthlessly with the promise to drive him up the wall as his erection throbbed agonizingly with that oncoming rush. The ring squeezing the base with that drool worthy pressure.

He dove into that strangling heat eagerly as Shouta twisted. Jerking his hips back to meet his pounding thrusts, he could feel the muscles flexing and moving beneath his chest much like the muscles of his thighs. A desperate, frantic edge as he rocked himself. He moaned out into the feverish, sweaty skin of his shoulder tearing a breathless cry out of him as he rubbed firmly at the black-haired man's taint. Up and down, up and down, up and down. Rolling them firmly as he waited for any sign of discomfort.

Pain. Yet it merely had his husband's hips jerking wildly as he twisted beneath him with heaving pants as nails dragged over the blanket. Chasing, chasing, chasing after that orgasm as he pounded himself into the black-haired man. inner walls clenched tight, tight, tight. A consistent squeeze that had him gasping into his shoulder before lifting his head. One more, one more, one more. He needed one more thing to finish the first half of the moment for his husband. One small thing to drive him closer.

One more thing to tip him over with that prostate orgasm as he made sure to hit at it with each thrust. It had Shouta's legs shaking from what he could feel with the rest of him as those gasping moans flew out of the man. Snapping groans and keening whines. A growl ripped its way out of him when Shouta jerked back with a strength he hadn't used since those initial spanks to his ass and inner thigh. He was helpless against that urge to lift his hand up and crack it down on that red spot on his ass cheek.

A choked wail flew out of the man when he dug his fingers into the spot with a squeeze. Raising his head up he leaned forward with that vibration sinking into his chest with its heat as his nipples shrieked at the renewed press when he nipped at Shouta's ear. Trying, trying, trying to breathe around the throbbing over his chest. Of his erection when a whimper flew out of the squirming black-haired man. God, the sensitivity from that gel and the suckers were doing a damn number on him. And he fucking loves it.

"Te-Tell me, kitten, is this what you wa-wanted? Wh-What you were beggin' me for? I-I bet your makin' a mess all over the blanket, ar-aren't you? Drippin' all over the place and-and making a mess that I'll have to cl-clean up for you? Mmm! Nnn, fuck! God, yo-you're so perfect! So fu-fuckin' beautiful! All mi-mine, right? Nnnn! M-Mmmmmy baby to fuck all I wa-want? To lo-love on? Ah! Ah, God, yes! Ch-Choke my fuckin' cock like that! Ah! Nnnghnn! Yo-You wanna cum whi-while you bounce on it?"

"Yesss! God, fuckin' yes! Ah, ah! Fe-Feels good! Ah! Yo-Yours! Mmm! 'm yo-yours! Nnn! Shit! Yo-You feel hard! So ha-hhhard! Ah! Thick! Yo-You feel so gooood in me! I wanna fu-fuck myself on it all ni-night and- Nnn! Mmmmf! There! Th-There, there, there! Ah Ohh! Oh! Please! Please, I wa-want you to cum in me! Al-All over me! I can't-! Ahhhn, fuck! Fa-Faster! Harder! I ne- Like that! Ah! Fu-Fuck me like that! Ha-Harder, Daddy! Faster! Ah! Ah, ah! I-I'm gonna- Mmm! Please! Please, please! Go-Gonna cum!"

Fuck. Him.

The sound of his husband's voice bouncing form that lustful slur to that keening, breathless cry had him burning up. Utterly breathless at the sound as he pounded into that clenching heat squeezing him so good, good, good. "I'll fu-fuck you all night! Po-Pound my pretty boy like he wants! Be-Because Daddy takes care of you, don't I, kitten? Ah! Mmm! Yes, yes! Yesss, like that! Ahhhnn, shit! Shit, wh-what do you want, kitten? Do-Don't you dare cum un-until you use your words! You as-ask Daddy li-like a good boy!"

"I-I wanna cum! Wa-Wanna cum wi-with you so bad! Please! Please, Da-Daddy, can I? I-I need it! I can't-! Mmmm! God, please! It's-It's right there! Pl-Please, Daddy, le-let me cum?" Oh, the mewling pitch had his blood boiling through his veins. Had him hot, hot, hot as beads of sweat formed along his hairline to drip down the sides of his face. His hot cheeks when he bit at the tip of his husband's ear sharply. "For th-the love of God please! I-I can't take it! I wa-wanna cum! Le-Let me fuckin' cum! Please!"

Biting down fiercely on the tip of his ear had his husband writhing beneath him with a wail when he jerked his hips faster, faster, faster. Harder, harder, harder to comply with those slurred wails of his husband's causing the man to jolt beneath him. Jerking before he was writhing with a note of desperation to that wail as hips jerked beneath him fast, fast, fast. Desperate. Releasing his bite on the tip of his ear, he traced the shell of it with the tip of his tongue. "Do it! Cu-Cum for Daddy, kitten! Now!

His husband twisted beneath him with a keening moan ripping out of the man when he let go of his hold on that ass cheek. Sweeping it up his side then up instead to twist into those wild, drying black locks. Pulling at them to yank Shouta's head back with a wail leaving the man as he rolled his balls in his other hand. Squeezing firmly with enough pressure to give not pain but the final bit of pleasure that could tip him over. Rubbing his thumb along his taint in firm slides as he pounded his hips forward.

Listening to those deafening slaps of sweaty skin hitting together ringing out. A shot of heat to his system each damn time as his pants wavered before he dipped his head down to target the side of his neck and shoulder with soft kisses. Playful nips and scrapes of his teeth. Shuddering at that twisting knot in his stomach growing hotter, hotter, hotter as his husband clawed at the blanket. Knuckles going white from the tight grasp he had on them with hips jerking back against him desperately to keep up.

Pounding forward, he made sure to do his best to keep that perfect angle that had the black-haired man jolting. Jerking beneath him. Twisting desperately with a renewed arch to his back when he felt the balls in his grasp drawing up as hips struck back against him desperately. A cry leaving Shouta sent a shiver down his back at the pure ecstasy in such a sound. The pleasure as he pounded forward gasping into his neck for air. Huffs that only fed that burning heat under his skin as it razed through his veins.

The ruthless throbbing of his erection as his own balls began to draw up with that oncoming, twisting orgasm low in his stomach. He knew it'd get him nowhere with the cock ring on. He couldn't come the way his husband possibly would but that's what made it all the better. Left him desperate for more, more, more. Out of his mind with that insatiability at night with his husband getting him off again, again, again as he returned the favor happily. Just like the heated vibrations rocking over his chest.

The tight clamps over his aching nipples. God, it made all the more better as he shuddered at that pleasure sizzling into him. Would they remain sensitive like this? Did he want them to be so sensitive? He didn't know. Didn't care to think when he knew he'd be letting his husband play with them all night. It is the plan after all but fuck if it didn't make him frantic as his hips jumped to pound himself harder into that clenching heat. To fly forward faster when he tightened his grasp on those wild black locks.

Moaning when he managed to pull another wail out of the black-haired man. It was clawing up, up, up towards that peek he knew his husband was teetering on as he rolled his balls in his hand in firm circles. Squeezing his hand around them with that hard press on his taint. It wasn't hard to give his husband a prostate orgasm while he had his cage on. Especially when he knew it always made Shouta unbearably sensitive when he was finally touching him. Turning his head towards his husband's shoulder he pressed a kiss.

Moving down towards the back of it where he sank his teeth down in a fierce bite as a deafening moan ripped out of him when inner walls clamped down tight. Tearing through octaves effortlessly as his hearing aids protested the feedback with a shriek. Jolts of pain to his ruined eardrums as his husband whimpered beneath him. Flinching into the bed with shoulders scrunching up slightly as he tried to choke it down. Stiffening when there was a popping followed by the light tinkle of glass falling on wood.

Fuck! He knew Shouta would be pissed at all the bulbs they went through and yet that was it. The catalyst, the final push, he'd been trying to find to tip Shouta over. A husky, choked wail flew out of his husband as he twisted frantically beneath him with thighs tensing against his with his back arching. The feel of that head pressing back into his hand as he clung onto his hair. Abandoning his hold on his balls, he instead focused on rubbing his slick fingers along his taint. Using a hard press that had him writhing.

Pounding himself into that throbbing, constricting heat again, again, again before it was too much. Too much, too much, too much. He couldn't fight it. Not when it was raking into him with clawing nails that insisted on satisfaction of some kind. A brief relief. His own thighs shook as they tensed up along with his stomach when he pulled back further, further, further until he was pulling out of that throbbing heat. Reaching down to rip that condom off before reaching down for the cock ring. He needed it off.

Tugging it up over his erection the best he could without hurting himself or his piercings when his lashes fluttered down on to his cheeks. Dropping the ring to the bed as he stroked himself fast, fast, fast with pre-come dripping over his fingers. Fisting at himself tightly as he chased after that spark. That teetering rush coiling like a pressure in his lower stomach when his eyes rolled back with a gasp. An insignificant pluck. Tingles rushed up his shaking thighs as that white-hot heat slammed into him leaving him breathless.

Choking. The vibrations and heat over his heaving chest, on his aching nipples, had him howling into his husband's shoulder. Biting down hard, hard, hard to quiet himself as he shook under the waves of that orgasm ripping him apart. So hot, so hot, so hot. So fucking good! Ohhh, the pulsing throbs of his erection in time with that orgasm had him writhing against Shouta. Twisting. He was incapable of staying still as he squeezed at himself with frantic strokes as his husband writhed in similar twists beneath him.

Moaning breathlessly as he kept his firm rub against his taint to stimulate his prostate from the outside to make up for his pull out. It worked. Oh, it had his husband twisting, squirming, restless beneath him with that husky rasp to his moans, whimpers and whines sending shivers down his back. He shuddered with each throb his erection gave. Spurts that left him breathless as he squeezed at his swollen erection with a sense of awe. Shaking, shaking, shaking. Drowning, drowning, drowning with his husband.

So fucking hot it was driving him up the wall much like those cheerful vibrations of the clamps on his nipples buzzing away. And then as suddenly as those waves slammed over him did they begin to ebb out of him when Shouta whimpered in that keening pitch beneath him. Slow. A painful, slow drag did that orgasm ebb out of him leaving him a shaking mess. Gasping above his husband as his hips thrusted weakly to aid in the weaker spurts leaving him. Far more agonizing than those first, frantic spurts that had left him.

Gone, gone, gone. Done, done, done. He was left sighing out on a shaking exhale when Shouta's hips dropped down to the bed with a thud that had it bouncing lightly. Shaking beneath him when he released his bite on his shoulder where he pressed a flurry of kisses too it. Awed at the deep indents left behind when he forced himself to move back onto his knees as his husband heaved in gasping pants as he sprawled out onto his stomach. Forcing himself to move backwards towards the bedside table to grab at the wipes.

Tugging the clamps off as he glanced down at himself. Biting at his cheek at the sight, he cracked the top to the wipes open as he crawled back to his husband. Tugging wipes out did he feel a flicker of heat at the spurts of come covering his husband's lower back with a few managing to reach the center of it. He knew Shouta was going to chew him out for that in the morning when he was of sound mind. He pulled two wipes from the back before reaching down to swipe at his husband's back with both sides.

Using the second, clean one to scrub gently at his back. Working to get rid of anything residual before tugging a few more wipes out to clean his hands off when Shouta moved. Sluggishly rolling onto his side, he felt a spark racing down his back at the sight of that flushed face. That deep blush smothering itself over his cheeks as hair clung to his sweaty face with a bead of sweat streaking down his temple. The glassy look to those dark eyes when a droplet of drool in the corner of his mouth ran down that red cheek.

Lashes fluttering to stay up as they locked onto him. In that sluggish roll did his husband land on his back when he shuddered at the slick shine to the metal of his cage when he reached out. Grabbing gently at shaking hands to lift his husband up into a sitting position, the black-haired man moved effortlessly with him without complaint. Eyes flickered down to his half-hard erection with a speculative look to them before he was falling forward into his arms as he pressed kisses to his messy black locks.

Crooning softly as he slid his hands along his husband's sweaty back as he curled into his arms when he got a whine. He knew what his husband was searching for. What he needed before they humored going on with the second half of their scene as that hot face nuzzled itself into his throat. And he was more than delighted to give it to him when lips pressed up beneath his jaw. Combing his fingers through those wild locks with a kiss to the top of his head. Hands holding onto him tightly when eh nuzzled at him.

"Yo-You wanna ta-take a break? Catch your bre-breath? Want some water?"

"Mhmmm."

"Okay! Yo-You take you're time, kitten, yeah? Such a go-good boy you are, aren't you? My pe-perfect baby boy, huh? I lo-love you so much, sweet thing, you kn-know that?So fuckin' much! So you just ta-take your time, yeah? I'll be ri-right here when you're re-ready to continue! So don't you wo-worry about a thing!"

"Lo' you too, Zashi."

That hot face then pushed itself into his throat with another nuzzle when he tightened his arms around his husband. Combing his fingers through the wild curls gently to work out the knots, he felt hands clinging onto him with arms sliding around him tightly. Shouta could take his time catching his breath. God knows they had more than enough time tonight to do everything they wanted if they so desired. Time to do something unexpected if need be and he had not a problem waiting for it. They had time.