Shouta hated his new "normal". He hated it. He'd talked a good game with his husband after that afternoon when the blonde had fallen apart on him. Sobbing, wailing, hiccupping into his shoulder and he couldn't deny he'd teared up when he buried his face into Hizashi's shoulder. His grief was so palpable that it tugged at his own heart. He knew that their new normal would take time to become common or the usual, but he didn't account for the awkwardness that came with a physical therapist who was teaching him to walk.
Or rather how to walk properly with his prosthetic. It was what they talked about after making love for the first time after weeks of dancing around it. It was there that his husband all but laid his heart out to him. His damn soul. Explaining why he had kept his distance after he sustained his injuries. How he felt. And he had to admit he felt similar to his husband when they'd talked afterwards. Low, husky murmurs when Hizashi promised their sex life didn't change. That their day to day life didn't need to change all that drastically.
He'd agreed whole-heartedly with the blonde who had then gone on to playfully question if he knew he had a kink for crying. To which he'd turned his hot face away while denying he knew he had it. From there he was happy to say that the physical affection with Hizashi had come back to normal. He was treated less delicately by the blonde but there was still an air of caution around them. A look of worry that pinched at Eri, Hitoshi, and Hizashi's face when he was walking over for dinner only to stumble over his prosthetic leg.
Or if his crutches slipped over the floor slightly. It was maddening but he happily took it with a grain of salt when he knew that his family merely worried about him. They fussed about him more often than not with Hitoshi insisting they take a break on practice. Just until he got his bearings with the prosthetic leg. It was after this that he placed a call with the hospital for the doctor over seeing him. Questioning what he did with the rest of his pain pills since they were no longer needed now that he was fully healed.
He was then asked to come in, which his husband drove him too. A doctor then gazed over his injuries when he had gone in for a checkup after reporting after Recovery Girl healed his injuries. From there it was merely learning how to adjust with his depth perception being horribly off. How to walk again with a prosthetic. He can count on more hands how many times he'd dropped the milk when returning it to the fridge due to him missing the shelf. He spilled coffee the other day by missing his cup.
Making a mess on the floor and counter that ended in Hizashi shooing him away. Promising to clean it up. It was frustrating hobbling around his own home on crutches or with his cane when he had his prosthetic on to wobble around the house. He hated the pity he often caught in Hizashi's eyes when he was pulling his prosthetic off to go to bed. When he'd wake the blonde in the night to help him hop to the bathroom if his cane was farther away than intended or his crutches. He hated feeling like he was only half of what he was.
That while appreciated the tenderness of his husband taking care of him, it was driving him up the wall. That afternoon Hizashi broke down truly did open a door; his husband no longer treated him like glass, but he'd been worried. Worried in the hesitation he saw in him when he was rolling on top of him after lips broke away. Like his husband was truly hesitating with sex despite the promise that it didn't have to change anything. That nothing changed. He wanted to love his husband the way he wanted without seeing that pity.
Without seeing that hesitation or that worry aimed his way. He wanted to lose himself in the moment and forget about his missing leg. The fact he couldn't see from his right eye anymore. He wanted his husband to touch him and love him like he had before this happened. He didn't want to ignore what changed but rather build their relationship going forward. He could understand his husband being aloof in the days following his accident. He'd been much the same as he waited for Nemuri to come breezing through a door.
To turn his head to find sky-blue eyes locked onto him as red lips curled into a smile. Waiting for a barrage of texts to come in from the dark-haired woman only to get nothing. Reminders that she was gone kept them both to their own grief until that afternoon. He wanted to grieve together but he didn't want that pity. He lost his right leg and eye which was a stark difference and there was no Nemuri. Life was thrown off kilter; rather than balancing on four wheels, they teetered on two. A precarious new situation.
He tried his best to fill the spaces for himself and Hizashi, but it was harder than he imagined. He wore his eyepatch around the house to make it easier on his husband when his eye had lightened considerably in the days following Recovery Girl's healing of his wounds. He didn't want it to put off Hizashi with that deep gray hue but sometimes the eyepatch was simply insufferable. Tragedy seemed to delight in hitting them not once but twice now. And he seemed to be drowning under his grief at night.
Especially when he watched the blonde sleeping next to him. Snoring in that deafening pitch with blonde lashes resting against freckled cheeks. His face free of any pain, grief, and guilt. He wanted to do something nice for his husband. He wanted to do something that would get them back into their groove. Not off-kilter anything but rather give them something that would remind his husband to have fun with him. Something that could either work in his balance or tip the scales on how his husband would pity him.
Something to take their minds off of something for just an afternoon. Something to lose themselves too rather than focusing on the negatives in their life and to spend an afternoon differently. To be together. But latex body suits were never something he'd think he'd find himself buying let alone buying. It was a material he had never been a fan of. Something he'd never thought he'd buy for himself just for the sake of sex, but he'd been looking over their list on what he could do when his eye fell on latex.
Written in his husband's elegant scrawl, he'd decided to look up latex as a whole on his private browser. It was there that he found himself down a rabbit hole of latex and latex body suits, outfits, that had his curiosity piqued. Was that what Hizashi had meant? Was that what was supposed to be meant when he wrote down latex? It had his face hot, but he'd chosen a latex suit that had a "boob window" that had him mortified. He bought it Sunday and from there it had merely been a matter of waiting for it to come in the mail.
He just had to keep his head while ignoring the pitying looks aimed his way. The worry when his husband asked if he was really in the mood. The anxiety he felt to have him now, now, now before he could disappear on him. The pity when he struggled to get out of bed in the morning or to bounce himself properly on the blonde. What would it take to rid his life of that pity? That worry? If a latex body suit could rid him of it, then he'd do anything. He was beyond desperate to lose those looks. To stop them from taking place.
Expressions that left him all the more desperate to get ahold of walking on his own with his prosthetic. To take what control he had in his life and use it. To get himself back on track and if that meant buying a boob window latex suit then goddammit, he did it. He'd do anything for a sense of familiarity. Standing before their bed with the crutches digging into his armpits, he found himself eyeing the suit speculatively. He'd done his best to tailor the right leg to keep it from looking odd when he put it on.
Done his best but he knew it wouldn't hold if he ended up wearing this more than ones, but he didn't see himself doing that. Not with how hot his face felt as he let out a slow breath before he pulled the right crutch from beneath his armpit to lay the crutch out on the bed next to the suit then the left. He balanced on his left leg precariously when he grabbed at the hem of his hoodie and shirt to tug up. Flipping it over his stomach up to his chest where he tugged it up over his head with a low grunt leaving him.
Hair bunching annoying around his face and neck, he tugged at the fabric before getting it over his head successfully. Balling it up, he tossed it on the floor then he hopped in a slight circle with his hand reaching back to push his crutch up further on the bed. He grabbed at the waistband of his boxers and pants which he shoved down quickly to his thighs which had him wobbling. Dropping down to sit on the bed's edge with a huff of air flying out of him when the bed bounced beneath him at the impact.
Working his pants down over the stump of his right thigh, he began working it down his left leg. Kicking at the clothed until they were flying off of him. He'd moved his right thigh to step instinctively onto the clothes to work his foot free only to feel that off kilter sensation. Missing. He hated it; when he went to use his right foot for something only to remember he didn't have a right foot anymore. It was an off-putting sensation to go to do something only to have to deal with the reminder that it was gone ached.
He then grabbed at his crutch where he pushed himself up. In the back of his suit, he'd snipped a small hole to work the tail of his plug through. Perhaps it was silly, perhaps it was smart, but he wanted something new and something familiar. Something they could lose themselves too while having the latex suit be something new. It would work out, he knew it would. He hobbled over to the dresser where he picked up the cable box to grab that small silver key beneath it. Slipping it into the lock on the top drawer.
And he twisted with a small metallic click when he tugged the drawer open. Humming quietly to himself, he reached in for the cat ears, the plug with its detachable tail. He felt his heart skipping in his chest when he nudged the drawer shut while keeping the key in the lock. He spun carefully with the items in hand before making his way to the bed where he made his way to the bedside table to tug at the small drawer. Dipping his hand inside of it to grab at the lube when he huffed to himself with a glance at his silent phone.
He'd been texting Hizashi on and off while he was doing his patrol, but the blonde seemed to be taking longer and longer to message him. It left him feeling anxious. In the wake of Nemuri's death, he'd found he needed Hizashi in more than that sexual, romantic manner. More in that he had a desperate need to have him in his line of sight, to hear his voice, and to feel him there. He'd wake in the night with an irrational fear gripping him the previous night that prompted him to hold onto the arm wrapped around his waist.
To assure himself Hizashi was still there. A few nights later he woke to find Hizashi squeezing him tight to his chest with his face in his hair. Holding him tightly to him like he'd disappear the second he let go. It was a crushing hold that he returned without thinking twice. He hated that anxiety, but the tragedies recently proved life could change in as fast as a blink of the eye. Even when talking with their daughter before leaving, it didn't leave him prepared for the aftermath. Swallowing, he shook off those anxious thoughts.
Shoving them down when he tore his gaze away from his phone. In a minute. He'd text him in a minute when he was ready. It was nearing the end of his husband's patrol which meant he was either wrapping up or heading home. He had to move. He clawed at the cap of his lube to pop it open where he then spun to brace his left leg as he huffed at the awkward lean when he reached back. Sliding his fingers between his cheeks, he grabbed at the end of the plug he wore. That diamond shape of the purple gem digging into his fingers.
A purple that he'd come to adore the sight of. Just like the green gem of their other plug. Wiggling it gently side to side, his inner walls spasmed in a protesting twitch when he found himself clenching tightly. Squeezing as he tugged the plug out of himself with a squelch when he took a breath before flipping over to sit on the edge again when he grabbed the suit. It was going to be difficult, but he wanted to be ready when his husband came home. Eri was out with Midoriya and Togata which gave him a bit of time.
At least until after dinner when she would return home. Hitoshi- Well, the teen hadn't said where he was going after making sure he'd be alright alone. Just that he'd be back before his curfew. It left him alone in the house and he planned to take advantage of it. He bunched up the left leg of his suit with a breath. Just get into it and zip it up. No different from his jumpsuit. Bunching it in his hand the way he would with a stocking. He brought his left foot up to press into the very end of it with a deep breath.
And he quickly tugged it up his leg. Pulling at the latex that began to cling to his leg long before he was ready for it too. He stretched it up to work the damn material up to his leg as he grunted under his breath to tug at the latex that seemed intent on clinging to him like a second skin. Clinging to his calf and knee as he tried jerking it up his thigh insistently with nails biting into the material. Fuck him, this was worse than skinny jeans. So, so much worse than skinny jeans. They clung so much tighter than skinny jeans.
He huffed as he tugged it up his thigh where he gritted his teeth before giving up when that latex crawled up his thigh. Inching. He instead chose to stick his right thigh into the material that crawled up with his tugs, but it was so much better. Easier. Pushing off the bed, he stood up to hop as he tugged at the latex insistently the way he would with jeans. God, it was a pain in the ass. Tugged at his leg hair annoyingly when he couldn't help but wonder if he should have taken the advice online about this.
Waxed first even if he didn't know the first damn thing when it came to waxing. His husband had been waxing for years and God knows he wished he'd listened to it more often. Never the less, he hopped before jerking back when he wobbled forward but he got it up. Tugged up to his hips, he sat back with a thud that had him huffing out sharply again before shifting to roll onto his stomach. Okay! Okay, okay, he just needed to get the plug in, find the hole, and tug the tail through. Easy, peasy, and simple.
He nodded to himself with that spark of determination when he reached for his plug and the open tube of lube that he used to drizzle over the plug. Spreading it in an even layer he found himself hoping this would be the right move. That this would get him the results he wanted from his husband. For while that heat, that lust and desire was there he knew that his husband was worrying, worrying, worrying despite their assurances that their sex life had changed. He refused to let himself be deprived of that brutal fucking.
The hard, pounding speed that he needed from time to time. He'd be damned if having a stump of a leg stopped him from riding his husband the way he wants. Change was inevitable. Everyone, everything, changed in small and subtle ways. Some changes big and some small. Him losing his eye and leg, losing Nemuri, was a bigger loss than he ever thought he'd experience in his thirty-one years, but he was determined to continue on. His life couldn't pause or be stuck in this limbo where everyone pitied him.
Felt sorry for him. How could he when he didn't feel sorry himself? When he didn't regret what he'd done one bit. He'd done what was necessary to keep his quirk even if it was hard to use now. He'd done what was necessary to come home to his family. And he'd be damned if his husband looked at him with pity, worry or anxiety for the rest of their lives each time they had sex. He refused. He may not be treated like glass, but this was worse. It was so much worse not to be treated like glass but this new treatment?
It wasn't what he wanted. He certainly didn't want that pity or worry bleeding into their sex life. He knew Hizashi was over thinking it and all he had to do was remind him that it was fine. That he was okay even if he was missing a few bits of him. So, what if he wasn't complete the way he'd been when he left? It was saddening but his hero career didn't need to come to an end when he could still use his capture weapon. He had more than enough time to think about if or even when he wanted to retire.
If he wanted to focus solely on teaching at U.A. He had more than enough time than he knew what to do with and he was dead set on watching his class graduate next year. In watching their son graduate with his class. But after that? He could reevaluate if he wanted to continue his hero work. So, what if he was missing an eye and leg? He could still be productive. He just needed to get a hang of the prosthetic leg. Once he was walking normally again then he was sure his options would be more than open.
It was just about navigating this area in their lives and working it all out together. He wanted nothing more than to be able to assure his husband that he could do everything he used to before he lost his limbs. There was nothing stopping him. His options would be his to make the second that the time came to make them. He just didn't want his husband to look at him with pity. It was almost too much to see Eri tearing up when she would rub his right thigh before touching the stump. His eyepatch.
Tears welling up on pale lashes damn near broke his heart when Eri tried offering to use her quirk which he'd denied. They all had to adjust to this new normal, but it had his family suffocating him with their worry. Their pity. All that mattered from here on out was figuring out their lives. To work on moving forward rather than letting themselves be chained to this one moment in time. To work together to find their normal again where there was no pity. No worry. He'd adjust and so would they. They needed time but they'd adjust.
But when it came to sex, he refused to let his husband treat him any differently like he had been. Subtle ways he caught onto when he would be for harder, faster, but the blonde remained even paced driving him up the wall. He wants nothing more than to have his husband lose it on him and if this is what he'd have to do to get that then so be it. He'd buy as much lingerie and latex body suits as if it meant driving his husband up the wall. If it meant that their sex could be fully back to normal, then he'd do it.
He knew it was a high expectation since the blonde's crying fest last week, but he wanted normalcy so bad it was damn near killing him with that longing. So, if he had to spice it up a bit then so be it. He had not a problem with bringing that spice back to their bedroom by choosing something off of the list. By choosing latex as an option which he was finding more than a pain in the ass. Okay, okay! He forced his still hands holding the plug apart to then reach back behind himself with shaking fingers.
He grabbed at a cheek to spread himself open albeit awkwardly and pressed the tip of the plug against himself. Exerting the smallest bit of pressure had the toy slipping slickly into him as inner walls trembled around the sudden spread. Around the stretch that was a welcome sensation when he groaned under his breath when he clenched tightly around it. He then grunted when he pushed himself up onto his leg with a wobble before reaching down. Clawing at the latex to get it up to his waist and over his ass.
Huffing at the exertion it was giving him, he jumped when the latex slid up over his ass far easier than he thought it would once it was over that curve. He reached back for the small hole he'd snipped into it then dipped his index finger in to feel for the tail. His breaths came shakily from the exertion of all this standing and flipping; it was far more difficult to turn and do this with one leg. Much more of a work out but he didn't mind it one bit as he hooked his finger around the fluffy black tail that he then tugged through the hole.
He hummed as he managed to get all of it through where he then fussed with it. Tugging it in front of him around his hip to fluff it up again before letting it drop between his legs. He then wobbled again on his leg when he grabbed at the neck of the sleeveless suit. Working it up over his head which left him frantic to grab at his hair to work from beneath the halter top neckline. He then began clawing, yanking, and jerking the latex up to properly cover his stomach and chest with a huff. Doing his best to keep from ripping it.
The boob window showing off the black curls of hair. It wasn't what he'd imagined but as he tugged it up into place, he couldn't deny a shiver running up his back. Giving a shimmy of his hips to make sure the suit was up over them comfortably with the backline stopping in the middle of his back. Grabbing at his cane, his gaze flicked over to the mirror curiously. Fidgeting, he grabbed at his cane to wobble over to the mirror as he took deep breaths with heat gathering in the back of his neck. Stinging in the tips of his ears.
He could do this; if he could look at himself in all the other outfits, he'd worn then he could do this. He licked his lips then hopped in front of the mirror. And God damn if it didn't cling to him like a second skin. If it didn't hug the shape of his waist and the flare of his hip. If he could see the defined toned appearance of his stomach through it with the dip of his navel making itself clear. Hell, his nipples were even hard, and he could see them through the latex clearly. Hugging the shape of his crotch tightly.
Showing off the unmistakable bulge of his dick. It had his face burning hotly at the sight of it imprinted so blatantly the way it was. He could make out every little dip and groove of his body that he often missed in any other outfit. Any other moment of the day. Hell, his missing right leg below the knee didn't even put him off. He found himself turning in a slight hop with his cane thudding on the carpet when he twisted just enough to flick his hair over his shoulder. Glancing awkwardly at his backside over his shoulder.
And his face burned at the way that latex clung to his ass. Made it look bigger. Rounded. The tips of his ears burned when he found his gaze lifting to follow up to the end of the backline that dug into the middle of his back. The sight of black curls swaying lightly against his upper back. It was going to be a damn pain to get it off again but if Hizashi wanted to cut his suit open rather than deal with it? Well, he wouldn't protest one fucking bit. Spinning awkwardly again to face the mirror he reached up to touch the boob window.
Showing off the curls of hair and skin just enough to give the impression of cleavage. It had his lips parting slightly as he twisted again to admire the slick sheen of the latex hugging his body. The way it called attention to his throat and collar bones with that boob window. And the cat tail swaying between his legs? The sight of the fluffy thing moving with his movements? It had his skin flashing with heat. He looked fucking good. Like every other outfit he'd preened and posed in before this mirror he couldn't deny that.
He looked hot. He'd dare say sex with how the pant legs clung to the muscular shape of his calf and thighs. He couldn't help a drop of embarrassment at the sight of that leather giving a clear sight of his dick. Pressing against the material idly, he found himself twisting again without hopping to glance at the back again. He slid his hand over his ass before coming down to touch his tail that he so loved. The silky, fluffy texture a stark contrast to the cool latex hugging his warm skin like a glossy second skin.
He then found himself locking onto his own gaze; dark eyes wide with that excitement. That unflattering, blotchy red blush smothering itself over his cheeks that spread down to his hidden collar bones. Stung a brilliant red in the tips of his ears. Loose black curls brushed at his cheeks when he then took a breath before turning on his foot to put his back to the mirror. Making his way over to the bed he sat on the edge when he reached for his phone. Alright, all that's left is to figure out the pictures he wanted to take.
Because he wanted to send something risqué and-Oh! He turned to lay out on his back as he reached for his cat ears which he giddily put on his head then fussed with their placement. Then he picked his phone up once more with a deep breath when he opened his camera. Taking a deep breath, he tipped his head back when he grabbed at the tail to lift into view as he pushed his chest out. And he stuck his tongue just a bit to mimic a "blep" as Hizashi always cheerfully called it. He then fussed with the angle of his phone.
Fussing with it before he snapped the picture. Making sure both tail and ears were in the picture with the latex shining slickly in the lighting of the bedroom. He lowered his phone down when he pushed himself onto the bed where he laid out on it. Spreading his hair over the blanket, he arched his chest again with his head pressing back to the bed. Curving his tail up to rest over his stomach when he made sure his ears were in frame. Snapping that picture, he sat up with the desire for one more picture.
One more. He pushed himself back to the edge of the bed where he then stood. Hopping over one legged to the mirror where he twisted just enough for him to catch sight of his ass. His tail as it swayed between his legs. He tried to keep the stump of his right leg out of the picture while lifting his tail up with his left hand. The wedding band on his ring finger winking in the light when he held his tail in a similar manner, he would a skirt. He smirked over his shoulder at the mirror when he adjusted the phone before snapping a picture.
Flipping it around in his grasp to check the angle, he hummed before hopping back to the bed where he sat down. He opened his chats with Hizashi where the last one being a question on dinner. If he felt like cooking or if they wanted to order out. He'd given his answer, but Hizashi hadn't answered him. Not yet, at least. He was sure that after this his husband would be answering him with the reaction, he hoped he'd get. Taking a deep breath, he tapped on the three pictures to send to his husband.
His thumb was hovering over the send button when the bedroom doors rattled causing him to freeze. And then they were grinding open with his husband hissing at one of the cats before slipping into the room with a bag swaying on his wrists. A Dr. Pepper bottle seen easily through the thin plastic when Hizashi sighed out with hands coming up to tug his headphones off of his head before turning. The blonde sighed out once more when green eyes came to rest on him with a tired expression pinching at his face.
"Okay! So, I got off early today because Thirteen owed me big time and I stopped by the store to get your- Oh!" He felt his face burn when green eyes widened at him before flicking over him. The phone wobbled in his hand with his thumb hovering over the send button. He hissed in a breath when the blonde shuffled forward on socked feet to place the back down on the bed with eyes roaming over him again. "Oh. Shouta, baby what dirty little game are you playing? What are you wearing?"
"I-I don't know about dirty little game, but I was about to text you some pictures you might find interesting." He could hear his surprise in his voice when he then turned Do Not Disturb on then turned his screen off. Tossing it back on the bed, he leaned back with those green eyes moving over him. Eating him up with nostrils flaring on an exhale as spots of pink bloomed over his husband's made up face. What he'd give to see those freckles. "But since you came home way earlier than I thought you can enjoy the sight now."
"Oh, I'm enjoying it! Do you know how fucking good you look, Shouta? How fucking sexy you are, you little minx?" His husband shuffled over with shoulder wiggling as his leather coat was coaxed down his arms where they pooled into his elbows. Arms stretching out to shake his coat off where it fell to the floor. He bit his lip with the blonde's approach until he was standing before him with pupils expanding. "God, you're fucking stunning, you know that? What is this? Leather? Latex? Or spandex?"
"Latex." Eyes widened at him with a heat when he shifted slightly when Hizashi reached out to trace along the boob window if the halter top. There was a crackling electricity that had his skin flickering with heat when his husband tugged curiously at the boob window. "I-I was thinking that since we have time this afternoon that I'd do something to spice things up, you know? Do-Do you like it? Does it look good?"
"You look fucking sexy in that, baby, you know that? Here, stand up, let me see it from the back, yeah?" He nodded then placed his hands in Hizashi's where he allowed himself to be tugged up then spun in a hop for his husband to look over the back. A choked sound leaving the man had his heart jumping in his throat when he felt hands sliding over his ass then up his back with lips pressing to his exposed shoulder. "God, you look so fucking good in latex, baby, I almost don't want you to take it off!"
"Well, if you want to fuck and love on this kitty it's gonna have to come off eventually!" Oh, it had the breaths trembling over his shoulder when lips pressed against it again when Hizashi's head raised up. Nipping at his earlobe with teeth hitting off of piercings before the blonde sucked his earlobe into his mouth gently. Hands slid down his back over his ass again before curling forward around his waist. "And what this kitty wants right now is for his Daddy to fuck him into the bed rather than treat me delicately."
A low groan left his husband when teeth dragging lightly as his earlobe was sucked at before it was released with teeth nipping playfully at the shell of his ear. A shuddering breath rushing over his ear was deafening with hands sliding over his latex covered waist came down to hold onto his hips. Swaying idly when his husband bent his head down to kiss at the side of his neck above and below that halter top. "I'm trying, baby, trust me I'm trying. Can you blame me if I want to treat you delicately for a while?"
"I can't but it's frustrating when every time is like that!" Hands kneaded at his hips with lips trailing over his shoulder when he reached up to twist his fingers into blonde locks. Had Hizashi stopped by the school and washed his hair out? Or had it done it somewhere else? Was it raining? He wanted to know but he had much, much better ideas in mind to spend his afternoon. "I want you to fuck me with your fingers and then I want you to fill me up with that big fucking cock of yours, you hear me? I want you to fuck me good."
A breath shuddered over his shoulder when he twisted in his husband's arms which had the blonde helping him spin around to face him. And God if he didn't look lovely with that red blush smothering itself over his cheeks when hands slid along his waist when he lifted his arms up. Twisting himself into Hizashi's arms when hands slid up his back where they traced along the edge with his fingertips. "If you want Daddy's big cock and fingers then I suppose I can give my kitty that, now, can't I? Will you be a good kitty for Daddy?"
"Yo-You know I will be, don't you? I'll be a good boy for Daddy if he skips these fucking games of his and treats me like I want you too." He curled his arms up around his husband's shoulders to tug at blonde locks giddily when he leaned in with those green eyes burning at him. Pupils expanding until that green was mere rings of color that got his breath hitching. "I want you to fuck me into this bed, you hear me? I want you to fuck me and then I want you to-to tease me the rest of the night with your fingers, okay?"
Oh, it had his husband groaning lowly at him in affirmation. That low sound sent a shiver over him when hands swept down his back where they slid over his ass before squeezing firmly. Arching his hips forward to press tightly to Hizashi's when he dragged his teeth over his lip with green eyes flicking down to catch the action. God, he loves it. He never thought that eventually he'd be worn down to his husband's Daddy Kink, but he was. Fuck him, he was, and he was conditioned just enough to say it without that flinch.
Without that embarrassment after slowly falling into using the word as his husband subtle moments. He knew that Hizashi liked being called Daddy both in and outside of a scene and it had his blood rushing through his veins when his lips parted slightly. Tingling at the gaze leveled onto them with such intensity when Hizashi dipped his head down while he giddily tilted his head back. Tipping his face up towards the blonde when soft, warm lips came down on his. Sliding against his slowly with that firm press.
Hands squeezed at his ass firmly before sliding up to his upper back. Along his waist when they wrapped around him to heave him up into his arms which he wrapped his leg around his waist. His right thigh pressing to Hizashi's waist when the blonde spun on his feet to plant him back onto the bed. Lips moving against his slowly with that passion bubbling into the kiss to get heat flickering under his skin once again. Had his heart jumping in his chest when he moved his lips against those warm ones.
Always so fucking soft. Even the tickle of his stupid little mustache didn't deter him; it never had but it did tickle from time to time. He tightened his arms around the blonde when he used his leg to hold his hips tightly against his once again. Digging the heel of his foot into his lower back when he felt a hand sliding along his waist to his thigh. Curving over his left knee before coming back up when his husband reached beneath him. Sliding over his ass in a blind caress had his breaths hitching slightly.
A reaction to that excitement twisting into him sharply. It had him squirming slightly beneath the blonde who began to press down against him with a growing pressure. Pinning him down to the bed. It had him squirming giddily as he buried his hands into blonde locks to scratch at his husband's scalp. Holding onto his hair that slipped and slid over the backs of his hands. Through his fingers. He squeezed at his fistfuls of hair tearing a sharp exhale from the blonde that fanned over his cheek. A sharp sigh.
He happily moved his lips with those soft, warm ones. There was a bit of a chapped feeling, but it made it all the better. He could feel those thinner lips melting to shape and mold to his own. His own melting to curve against Hizashi's for that all too familiar touch. His arms, his lips, shaped to Hizashi's after years of growing accustomed to one another. Two puzzle pieces that had been mashed together over the years until they were warped and perfect for one another. Right eye and leg or no right leg and eye.
It didn't matter because he fit perfectly with his husband. He still could feel his arms bowed and shaped to accept the blonde. Curved to the shape of his shoulders. He let out a sigh of his own as lips moved slowly with that quiet passion that he returned without a second thought. All thoughts of an easy afternoon forgotten for the heat flickering idly under his skin. Because he knew he looked good. He knew exactly what Hizashi saw. He didn't doubt one bit that the blonde believed he was sexy in the shiny latex.
That material that clung onto him like a second skin. That looked as if it had been painted onto his body when he'd tried so hard to keep from ripping the fabric when tugging it up. For what he read was that latex could rip easily and he wanted to avoid ruining it before Hizashi could come home. But he knew that regardless that the suit wasn't going to last past today. He'd have to buy another suit if he wanted to do something like this again. And yet it was utterly exciting thinking of his husband ripping apart his suit.
Tearing it to shreds just to fuck him. Just to touch him. It had his blood running hot at the thought when he felt hips pressing, nudging, firmly at him. Hands sliding over his ass as his husband hovered above him with lips moving against his with that low smoldering passion. Kisses meant to make him smolder before he would inevitably burst into flames. It had him squirming eagerly beneath his husband as he tightened his arms around him to hold him down in a tightly pinned manner against his chest.
It had a low moan bursting out of him when he tugged on blonde locks earning a moan back from Hizashi who twisted down against him. Pinning him tightly to the bed with that hand squeezing at his ass firmly. A hard, good grip that had him groaning lowly at his husband who merely hummed into the kiss. Slow. Easy. It had him smoldering with that heat as he arched his hips up to press tightly to Hizashi where he began to rock up against him. A gentle back and forth rock that his husband copied without a second thought.
God, he could spend all day like this. To welcome his husband home like this when the man had been hesitant about doing anything too outlandish. As if lacking an eye and leg meant he couldn't indulge in kinky sex anymore. He was intent to show his husband that he could indeed do everything they had before and more. He tightened his legs around his waist as he twisted locks around his fingers to give his husband that sharp, consistent pull on his scalp. It had the blonde shuddering in response to his pull.
And then lips were pressing firmer to his own. Harder. That slow speed inched up slightly which he followed along with without a second thought. Following with the pace his husband set as he happily tightened his holds on him with that light brush of their moving lips filling the quiet of their bedroom. Trembling breaths fanning onto hot cheeks with his husband's breaths hitching as they fanned over his cheek. He was so grateful that he'd washed his hair down. That he was wearing his contacts rather than his glasses.
Small things that made it all the easier for the both of them. It wouldn't surprise him if his hair gel and spray got washed out while on patrol but the rest of him didn't feel wet so did, he rinse his hair out before coming home? He hummed softly at the thought that his husband had done his best to make sure that destressing wouldn't take very long on them. He loved working his hair down, but the blonde seemed insistent on doing it himself since he came home from the hospital. He missed it. He missed doing it.
Experiencing the intimacy as he washed and scrubbed at blonde locks until they were falling down. He missed the comfort it brought him and how it left him feeling closer to his husband. He scratched at his scalp earning himself another shudder from the blonde as lips slid against his with that quiet passion. That spark of intensity that had his heart sprinting against his chest wildly when he felt the hand on his ass squeezing tightly once again before kneading at him. It had his skin tingling beneath the latex.
That heat flickering idly before settling along his very bones. Leaving him huffing through his nose with a tremble when his husband lifted his hand from his ass. Twisting the tail around fingers with a playful tug had his heart jumping in his throat wildly. Exhaling sharply through his nose when the plug was wiggled lightly with another tug when Hizashi's fingers felt out the small hole he'd cut into the material. Amazingly easy to cut and rip latex, he found, and he rocked his hips up against his husband.
Shuddering to feel that hard press back against him with the blonde tugging playfully on his tail. Shallow tugs that had him whining up at the blonde who tugged at the hole curiously and it was ripping. Air brushed against his ass lightly when the blonde stiffened with his hand lifting from the bed. And then fingers were tugging at the rip he was making over his ass to expose it fully. Hands then caressing over his ass with a groan leaving the blonde. As if he hadn't been expecting to touch bare skin.
When fingers were sliding over his ass to caress the curve of it with fingers digging into his skin. The blonde's hands held a chill but God if he didn't mind it. If he didn't fucking love it. He squirmed again with a whine tearing out of him when Hizashi began to tug playfully on the cat tail attached to his plug. He felt that light slide of the plug within him only for it to be pushed back into him. Fingers slipped between his cheeks then to drum at the end of the plug to which he hissed in a breath. He wants the blonde to pull it out.
He wants him to fuck his stretched out hole with his fingers. He'd been imagining all afternoon long when he got home how easy it would be for his husband's fingers to slip into him. How easily they'd fit inside of him with little preparation needing to be done on him. He groaned under his breath as he moved his lips against Hizashi's fervently when he felt the blonde tugging then pushing the plug. Pushing back into him in a shallow thrust that came with a light squelch from the shallow slide into him.
It had him rocking his hips up tightly against his husband's. Feeling hips pressing down tightly against him to mimic his rocking had his toes curling tightly with his heel digging into his husband's lower back to keep him pressed tight. Tight, tight, tight. Hard. He pressed lightly on the back of Hizashi's head to coax for those soft lips to press harder to his own. God, he couldn't get enough of this blonde's kisses. Each time those lips came down on his it felt like the first time. Held that spark to it that had him whining.
The same sparks he'd felt that very first time they kissed in Oboro's living room. He clung onto the blonde with arms tightening around his shoulders when he tugged at blonde locks. Then Hizashi's lips pressed hard to his own with quick slides that rang out with that light smack. Intermittently ringing out to break up the whisper of their lips brushing together. Breaths trembled over his hot cheek when fingers drummed sharply on the end of his plug before tugging playfully at it again. It had him shuddering.
Tearing a low groan out of him when the blonde thrusted it back in. Just barely nudging at that area below his prostate. Fuck, this man was perfect. Even if he was treating him carefully during sex, it had him hotter than anything. Burning up just to have the blonde's hands on him. While he wasn't getting that rough pounding he'd get before his injuries, he was intent on making it right. On getting it back. The blonde abandoned those playful tugs on his plug to slid his hand over a cheek in a caress over his ass.
It had goosebumps raising on his skin beneath the latex. Shivering beneath the blonde when his dick gave a curious twitch. And God knows the latex suit was tight enough that there was no way his husband didn't feel it. It had them both groaning in unison with lips crushing themselves to his with that hotter passion making its way into the kiss. A passion that he returned without a second thought as he let his desire pour into the kiss. Fast, hard kisses being given had him giddily moving his lips against Hizashi's.
To get another slide of those soft lips against his own. How they pressed and molded against his own would never fail to leave him flushed. Never fail to leave him absolutely hot when he gets the chance to kiss him. He could spend all night, day, and afternoon long kissing this man and it would never be enough. He'd never have enough of having soft lips against his. Of having Hizashi kiss him damn silly until they were both giggling. Until they were so hot that hands became desperate to work clothing off.
He loves kissing this man; he always has. Even in their youth before they began introducing sex into their relationship, he'd liked kissing Hizashi. Make outs were a common thing back then and he was more than happy to indulge in them. Then and now. He loves kissing him and Hizashi seemed to hold the same sentiment. He worked his right hand free from the blonde locks when he reached between them to begin tugging at his husband's shirt up. Moving his legs slightly to get it up away from his waist with a grunt.
The blonde groaned with hips rolling forward then in a grind. Breaking up the tight rocking of their hips and God knows he was more than happy to copy the movement. Grinding up against his husband, he got another grind back from his husband. And he happily threw himself into a tight grinding that had his husband groaning up above him. Fingers digging into his ass cheek in a hard squeeze that had him moaning back when he scratched at his scalp. His side. It had the blonde squirming against him with a sharp exhale.
The kiss then broke off with shaking breaths when his husband stood up right. Hands sliding over his waist when his legs were coaxed from around his waist when the blonde flipped his shirt up over his toned, muscular stomach. He admired the sight of that soft blonde happy trail running along the underside of his navel where it disappeared beneath the waistband of his leather pants. The soft freckles mottled over his skin that was revealed as that shirt was flipped up over his chest. A sight he couldn't get enough of.
He sat up to reach out where he touched the blonde's waist causing goosebumps to break out over his skin. The studs running through his husband's nipples caught the light in cheeky winks when he slid his hands up Hizashi's sides. It had the man hissing in a breath when he struggled to get his shirt up over his head without ripping his hearing aids out. He leaned in to kiss at his stomach before making his way up to his chest. Soft kisses over that softly freckled skin that he couldn't get enough of.
Freckles that stood out with his husband's tan. Something that was slowly but surely bringing color to his once pale skin. He couldn't wait for that tan to reach his husband's face; the soft golden hue to his skin paired with all that blonde hair and his green eyes? It made Hizashi look like a damn god. One that he was absolutely devoted to loving. Praising. They were in early July and he fucking loves how tanned his husband is becoming. He kissed at his chest, down to his stomach when his shirt was falling to the floor in a heap.
Blonde locks swaying against his skin in a heap when the blonde leaned forward around him to grab at the lube. It had his heart jumping in his throat when it was placed down in grabbing distance of both himself and Hizashi. And then the blonde was grabbing at his belt buckle to work it apart when he reached up to work the button of his pants apart. Grabbing at the zipper to tug his fly down when he noticed the forming bulge straining at the zipper. Fuck, did this really get to his husband he'd get hard so fast?
So damn worked up he'd get hard over a few kisses and the sight of him in his latex body suit? It had him squirming with delight at the mere idea that that could be it when his husband was pulling his buckle apart finally. Tugging his belt through the loops where it was tossed to the floor with a clink of the buckle. His dick gave a volley of twitches against the leather when his husband shrugged his pants down. Stepping back to work them down to his knees then to his ankles where he kicked clumsily at them.
He then squirmed eagerly with that heat ripping under his skin at the sight of the forming bulge in his husband's boxers. He did that. He did that by simply wearing something out land-ish. Wearing something that he'd never considered possibly liking but if this is the reaction he got because of it? Well, he'd happily buy a few more outfits that he'd been glancing at before choosing this one. He'd only bought one with pant legs to keep from highlighting his missing leg. To keep his husband from looking at it and worrying.
To make this go as smoothly as possible. And fuck him if it wasn't going smoothly when his dick twitched as it strained against the latex. It was mortifying how clear those twitches were, but it had the blonde staring at him with that hungry look. God, it left him breathless when his husband left his boxers up with a hand stretching out towards him. Twisting into his hair while being mindful of his headband. Tipping his head back with lips coming down on his once again when he happily leaned backwards.
Arching his hips up to grind against the blonde had hips pressing tightly against him to follow along with it. Grinding down against him with enough pressure to get his dick twitching again with that excitement twisting into his chest. A groan leaving his husband when he felt nails scratching at his scalp idly when he twisted his hand back into blonde locks. Sliding over his hand softly, between his fingers, when he wrapped a fistful around his hand when the blonde reached down to grab blindly at his tail.
Curling it around fingers before giving a strong tug that had his breath hitching. Fingers sneaking between his cheeks as lips slid against his with a hunger bleeding into the kiss that he was more than happy to return giddily. He was hungry for this man. He was absolutely hungry for those brutal, pounding thrusts that left him a wailing, squirming mess. He wanted his husband to treat him roughly for once and give him exactly what he was looking forward too. To pound him into that breathless state of his.
His dick twitched excitedly at the thought when he ground himself tightly against his husband who groaned down at him with fingers tugging at his hair. A sharp, consistent pull on his scalp that sent sparks down his back when his husband drummed his fingers against the end of his plug. Nudging it into him in shallow, twitching thrusts inwards when he felt fingers tugging at his tail again when his breaths hitched. Moving his lips quickly with Hizashi's with that hard press, he found himself groaning up at the blonde.
Shuddering when his husband moaned down at him with hips pinning tightly to his. Grinding fervently together, he wrapped his legs around his waist once again when he slid his free hand along his husband's side. So warm. Hizashi was so, so warm and God if he didn't love this man. If he didn't feel ready to howl and wail for this man to touch him until he was sick of it. Until he was an overstimulated, sobbing mess beneath him that begged for no more. He hissed in a breath when fingers tugged his plug out with a sharp yank.
Popping out of him with a slick squelch when it thudded to the floor with his husband shifting awkwardly. Lips sliding against his with that fervent hunger when the blonde grunted quietly with a shift when he whined up at him with hips grinding down viciously against him. A firm pressure against his twitching dick that had him groaning out to feel the rub of the blonde's hardening erection against him. God, it had him filling with that pride that he got his husband so hard. All from a slutty outfit and a few dirty words today.
Was his husband perhaps more worked up than he thought? Did he want this just as badly as himself? It wouldn't be a surprise if his husband got hard from him sitting here alone in his little outfit. Waiting for him. He groaned when he slid his hand down Hizashi's side to get the blonde squirming above him with hips grinding tightly against him. His dick gave a volley of twitches as he squirmed and twisted beneath the blonde. Moaning out delightedly when he clutched his fistful of Hizashi's hair tightly.
It had his husband moaning out back at him with hips bucking against him in a thrust as lips slid fervently against his. Fiercely. Tugging at the blonde locks sharply had Hizashi's back arching slightly with hips once again bucking against him in a harsh thrust that had him whimpering. Squirming with hips grinding up in tight circles against the blonde who thrusted against him before grinding down in identical circles. His hips wavered in their lifted position as if the blonde were about to pin them down.
To shove them to the bed and pin them into place properly. It had his breaths racing shallowly, lightly, at the thought. At the thought of his husband pinning him up tightly against their bedroom walls or the doors just to fuck him silly? God, it was a hot thought. One he'd found himself fantasizing about in recent times each time his husband treated him with caution during sex. Leaving it to be either missionary or something "easy" on him. He hated it. He had better positions he wanted when it came to their sex life.
For the love of God was it so bad if he wanted to ride him? So what if he got twinges in the scar of his right stump? He wants to ride his husband and it was frustrating. He felt ready to throttle his husband for being so fucking caring when all it did was get him hot. Left him feeling choked up that his husband cared so deeply about his comfort when all he wanted was to have his knees shoved up to his chest. To have his husband pound him into the damn bed like he used too before he lost his right leg.
Was that so much to ask for? To not be treated like fine glass? To be fucked so damn good that it left little thoughts on how badly he was needed by his husband? Well, today he wouldn't stand for being fucked on his back. Not anymore. His husband could be worried, but he refused to let his life be stuck in a boring missionary position. If he could put on this outfit, then he could fuck his husband how he wanted. Squirming beneath Hizashi at the thought, he clawed at his scalp as he pressed lightly against it for that hard kiss.
Loving the resulting groan, it got him when lips crushed themselves to his. Fervent, fierce slides with that burning passion to get him hot. To have his skin ripping with a heat that left him utterly flushed when he squirmed. Groaning up at the blonde at the hungry passion burning hotly in the kisses as he clung onto the blonde. Shaking breaths being taken through his nose as he tightened his legs around himself earning a groan from the blonde. Moving his lips against those soft, warm ones with that passion.
That desire that got his husband squirming above him. Sliding his hand down his side, he scratched at his scalp when the blonde's hand slid over his ass again before curving up to knead at his waist. Firm squeezes that had him shuddering with a groan up at him. God, he could feel that longing twisting into him. The desire he felt threatening to choke him when he least expected it. It had him moaning when his husband's fingers curved inwards ever so slightly between his cheeks before squeezing at him.
Hips ground in tight, fervent circles down against him. Fuck, it had his dick twitched frantically with that burst of excitement. God, he was hot. Hot, hot, hot the longer he spent pinned beneath his man who was grinding against him fervently. Lips moving against his with a crushing passion, desire, and lust that had him burning up. He was fucking hot.He squeezed his legs around the blonde as he jerked his legs to tug Hizashi's hips impossibly close to his as he ground himself up shamelessly when fingers ripped at his hair.
Doing so to tip his face up further yet it tore a shout out of him at the sparks it sent racing down his back at that sharp pull on his scalp. Hips bucked desperately in hits against the blonde who moaned back at him throatily. Fuck, he'd have to do this more often with the little outfits. He was more than okay with the tight hug of the latex over his skin and he fucking loves how easy it is to rip. How the rest of him felt so tightly squeezed compared to his ass. It was a stark difference that had him groaning out.
He twisted eagerly beneath his husband when he thrusted up against him again tearing a moan out of his husband when fingers yanked at his hair again sending a rush of sparks down his back. And fuck, he swore it burned how fast that blood gushed down to his twitching dick. Burning through his veins with its speed as he gasped through his nose at the rush when his husband moaned at him again when he clawed at his side. Fuck him, he adores it. Loves it when he's kissed with such passion and lust.
When his husband kissed him with such desire. His dick throbbed with that ache twisting lowly in his stomach around his lower half. It had his inner walls clamping together with a whimper flying out of him at how empty he felt. Accustomed to having a plug in him, it was a downright ache to be so fucking empty the way he was. And the blonde groaned down at him as if he knew. As if he understood his neediness. He let out a wanton moan as his back arched from the bed slightly only to have his husband press down.
Pinning him to the bed much to his delight with a shudder at the pleasure pooling into his stomach. Feeding into that ache for more, more, more. To take and give everything to his husband that he can before he pulls away. He clawed at his side just above his waist earning himself a keening moan from his husband that rang with that silent encouragement. It had him tightening his thighs around his waist with a jerk of his leg to keep up that tight press. Crushing his hips up against him with that tight grinding.
He couldn't help whining at the fervent, passionate kisses being given back and forth. Grinding himself tightly against him as his dick began to harden with a volley of twitches. Moaning in unison with his husband, the blonde pulled away from him with a gasp of air being taken. It sent a shiver down his back at how wide those pupils were; how dark it made those brilliant eyes. They flicked up above him over the bed when his husband then slid his hand along his waist down to his thigh where he tapped at him.
He knew what was missing; it had him groaning when he uncurled his legs from around his waist when the blonde flew back a step then around the bed. Blonde locks swaying against his back as he rushed to the bedside table that held their condoms when he grabbed at the slits his husband made from tearing at the hole. Working them forward quickly to free his hardening erection, he didn't mind the state of his one piece becoming a two piece. He heard the rip of a wrapper being torn off the chain to which he took his chance.
He flipped himself over quickly with his chest hitting the bed causing it to bounce. He stretched his arms out in front of him as his back arched in what he hoped mimicked that lazy stretches their cats pulled. He arched his hips backwards shamelessly with a lazy shake that, had his plug been in, would have had that tail tapping against his thighs. It had his husband hissing in a breath with dark, hungry eyes flicking over him. Watching his display with a look of such desire it left him whimpering at the blonde.
Then he gave another, tighter shake of his hips. Biting at his lip to hold back that smirk when his husband was rushing around the bed in a flurry of thudding steps. He could hear him ripping then spitting out the strip of wrapper. The stumble that had him looking over his shoulder in time to find boxers flying off to the side. The lube was picked up next to him when he arched his hips back further. There wasn't a need to wait. To have his husband fuck him with his fingers to get him ready when he was ready now.
The only way his husband would be fucking him with his fingers would be to get him off again. And he wanted him too. God, what an afternoon it'd be to be sprawled in his husband's lap as he fucked him with his fingers for an hour or two. Until he couldn't handle another orgasm. It left him dizzy at the thought when that slick squelch rang out. Lube being spread over the condom had his pounding heart jumping in his throat with its beats echoing in his ears as his pants shook with that anticipation.
He kept his backwards arched position when hands slid over his ass in a caress up to his lower back before coming back down. Kneading at him when the hand on his right cheek pulled him apart awkwardly. He reached back to grab at the left side to pull himself apart with his husband groaning at the sight. A whimper burst out of him at the slick rub of his husband's erection against him. A faint scratch of the rubber condom had his stomach fluttering when his hole gave a mortifying twitch in response to his excitement.
Another whimper left him in that wanton pitch that had his husband groaning at him with a playful grind of that slick, condomed erection against him. Teasing, teasing, teasing him. It seemed to be the blonde's favorite thing to do but he didn't want to be teased. It had him squirming with another whimper leaving him with that silent plea to get his husband to please, please give him what he wanted. What he needed from the blonde this afternoon. He peeked over his shoulder at the blonde with a pleading whine.
His husband seemed to delight in grinding his erection against him. A slick squelch ringing out with another slide against him had his hips arching back to press against him. Whimpering. Whining. His husband pulled his hips back then with fingers digging into their holds on him. And then the head was nudging at him firmly in pushes that had his breaths catching when he was sinking. The give was so damn flawless it had him moaning out in delight at the stretch of his husband's erection sinking into him.
The blonde snapped out a groan as he sank into him slowly, slowly, slowly. He shuddered with his hips moving back to meet his husband when he slowed to ease those piercings of his into him slowly. It had his teeth digging into his lip fiercely before dragging over it with a sharp inhale when he was flying back only to hit against Hizashi's pelvis. Grinding tightly against him in circles that had his breaths racing. And then he clenched tightly around that thick, twitching erection with keening moan flying out of him.
The hand on his ass sliding up to his waist with that other hand to knead at him. It was only made better when hands angled his hips up higher with his husband leaning forward with his chest pressing against his back. It had his moaning cresting up in volume at the press on his back with his husband's teeth nipping at the tip of his ear playfully. He ground himself back tightly against his husband's pelvis in circles to match the blonde who moaned lowly in his ear. Ohhh, it had his back arching with a sharp exhale.
Shuddering at that trembling sound had his body reacting like a dog to Pavlov's Bell. It had his skin ripping with heat when another low moan left his husband with the pitch dropping intentionally. He knew it was and fuck him, he couldn't stay still. Couldn't think of holding himself still when he knew that he was ready. Ready to fuck this man to his hearts desire. It was the whole reason for putting that plug in when he'd had Yagi drive him home when Hizashi left to go on his patrol after promising to be home soon.
He wanted to be ready by the time Hizashi came home. And he was. He swung his hips forward then back to hit sharply at the blonde's pelvis earning himself a moan in response from his husband. Hands tightened on his waist when he swung his hips forward again before snapping back against the blonde's pelvis. It's what he loves about using plugs; he could fuck his husband right out of the gate. There was no need for preparation. No need to stretch and stretch when he was ready. When he could fuck him right now.
It had him moaning out when he swung his hips forward then back again. And again. Again, again, again he rocked himself on his left foot in a wobbling rhythm of that back and forth when he clenched tightly around that twitching erection. God, he felt so fucking good. So good inside of him like he always did, and he couldn't get enough of him. He felt better than any dildo, any plug, any toy he could use on himself. He needed him so fucking bad it had him frantic. Hot. He'd never deny himself this pleasure.
This heat. He rocked himself back and forth with shallow thrusts back against his husband's pelvis with hands squeezing at his waist fervently. Low, encouraging moans so close to his ear had his back arching with a squirm as he rocked himself quickly back and forth. Focusing on placing his weight onto his left leg to keep it from falling out beneath him. It was shaking lightly but he could happily ignore it. Ignore it as he used his hands to grip at the comforter to tug himself forward slightly in his rocks forward then pushed back.
Snapping back against the blonde's pelvis had the man moaning in his ear at a deep pitch to get his stomach fluttering. Squirming beneath him in between his snapping thrusts backwards. Moving quickly, he couldn't help a keening moan when his husband's hips twitched. A shallow, twitching thrust being given by the blonde with hands tightening on his waist tightly. Hands then swept down to hold onto his moving hips much to his delight tingles raced under his feverish skin. Left him absolutely electrified.
It had him shivering with the eagerness rearing its head in him when he began to move his hips faster. Snapping back and forth, back and forth, back and forth with slick squelches punctuating his hits back against his pelvis. Fuck, it had him moaning at his husband with such shamelessness with rising volume when he felt his erection come up to tap against his stomach lightly where it would no doubt drip against the latex. He shuddered at that tight squeeze it had on his chest and stomach and a cross his lower back.
His legs. It was a comforting squeeze much like leather. He felt another twitching thrust from his husband which had him moaning with encouragement at the blonde when he felt lips trailing over his shoulder. Playful nips being given when he tilted his head to the side allowing his husband to target the side of his neck in nips and kisses that sent shivers down his back. His neck was hardly as sensitive as Hizashi's but fuck if it didn't have tingles racing under his skin to pool into his stomach like a low pressure.
Feeding into the ache wrapping around his lower half that he tried desperately to satiate by rocking himself on his foot. Snapping his hips back and forth in sharp, shallow thrusts that had his husband's hips twitching. Thrusting forward once, twice, to meet him halfway much to his delight. It had him whimpering when hands squeezed tightly at his moving hips when he felt his husband thrusting again only to meet his backwards slam perfectly. Beautifully. It had him groaning out in unison with the blonde.
A sound that grew louder when he squeezed around the blonde to admire that stretch. The rub of that erection against his inner walls that also brought with it the light scratch of the rubber condom through that layer of lube. It was enough to make him fucking drool. He felt Hizashi's hips moving to meet his snapping thrusts when, much to his delight, he felt hips pulling back further. A decent pull back before snapping forward to meet his backwards thrust. It had him eagerly lengthening his own forward swing.
It had him letting out a keening moan before jerking backwards to hit against his husband's pelvis. A slap of skin ringing out had his toes curling tightly against the carpeted floor with a moan tearing out of him. God, it was all he fucking wanted this entire time. For Hizashi to move with him. For Hizashi to allow him to move during sex rather than being kept still as possible. He groaned at the pleasure pooling into his stomach at the gentle strike of his husband's hips against him that brought with it a slap of skin meeting.
He could feel the headband moving in his hair and he didn't mind it one bit. Not one bit. He jerked his hips forward at that new depth before flying backwards to meet his husband who snapped forward. A harsh hit that had him wobbling lightly but God if it didn't have him moaning with delight when he ground himself against his pelvis before swinging his hips forward. Then snapping back with enough strength to get his husband wobbling behind him. It had him shuddering at the snapping growl leaving the blonde.
His husband lifted a hand up only to crack it down sharply on his ass in a silent reproach. It had him crying out with delight when he jerked his hips forward then back with that same strength. It had another growl ripping out of his husband when he was crying out again when that hand once again cracked down on his ass. Squeezing at the spot with nails biting into the skin lightly. Ohhh, it had him squirming at the pleasure it gave him when hips struck against him harder. Rocking him lightly on his foot much to his delight.
And he happily let himself be nudged lightly against the bed as he panted unevenly with hands tightening on their holds. Clawing at the blanket when he giddily moved his hips back and forth in snapping, hard thrusts of his own that had his husband moaning with such unbridled delight behind him. Fuck, moving with Hizashi was such a damn delight. To let himself be bent over and fucked silly was his favorite thing. To welcome Hizashi home only to get this? It made buying this mortifying latex suit all the more worth it.
He wanted those soft, slender hands over him all night long. He didn't want to stop, and they hadn't even finished the first round yet. Hadn't properly begun it yet. He felt greedy; hungry for the thought of having this man throwing him on the bed afterwards to fuck him again. To have those slender fingers inside of him as he was sprawled out over his lap. Laid out next to him. He wanted his husband to lose his worry and caution. He wanted him to lose himself into it and not to overthink it. And it seemed like it was working.
Ohhh, it had him squirming at those snapping thrusts forward that rocked him lightly to which he jerked his own hips back to hit sharply at his pelvis. Loving the snarling growl, it got him with teeth biting sharply at his ear when he clenched. Squeezing with as much strength as he dared around the blonde's erection with a delighted whimper ripping out of him. Loving that slick slide that rubbed against his inner walls so fucking good. The twitches of that erection within him that spread him open with a drool worthy rub.
That insistence for space to be made. It was everything he'd been imagining when he got his package with the suit in it. When he put that plug with its deep purple gem into himself when he got home from work. He wanted to be ready for this man. He jerked his hips back fiercely to strike against his husband who moaned when the hand on his ass slid up to touch his jaw lightly. Fingertips tracing lightly over it before pushing insistently to which he happily tilted his head back and tipped to the side to welcome the touch of those soft lips on his.
Fierce. Hard. The blonde pulled him into kisses that burned with that lustful hunger. Ones that had him moaning out when he jerked his hips back in an eager flurry of thrusts against, the blonde's pelvis which got him snapping thrusts back. A frenzy of hits against him with their light slaps of meeting skin ringing out had him moaning delightedly. Encouragingly. Both moving faster, faster as he swung his hips forward to lengthen his jerks back. And much to his surprise he could feel his husband moving with him.
Mimicking his pull forward by lengthening his pull back. It had piercings rubbing over the rim of his hole through that condom much to his delight when his husband slammed forward to meet him halfway. And God, the resulting crack of skin meeting had the blonde groaning at him ecstatically when he giddily began to use that new draw back. Using as much strength as he dared on his hits back had the blonde groaning out again with hips flying forward to strike sharply at him. Hitting him fiercely as he rocked forward on his foot lightly.
He let go of his hold on the blanket to wrap an arm back around Hizashi's shoulder to twist his fingers into silky soft blonde locks as he moved his lips against those soft ones. Pressing them harshly to Hizashi's with that hard press being returned as they slid quickly against his with sharp smacks ringing out. Mixing in with the slaps of their skin meeting again, again, again as his hair spilled over his shoulders. Flying around his face annoyingly but he ignored it for the sake of those soft lips. Of moving with him.
God, it was pleasure like nothing else to finally feel like his husband wasn't treating him delicately. He wasn't treating him like glass. Like he might break. There was a strength behind those thrusts that had him moaning at the blonde who gave a groan back. Hips striking at him hard, hard, hard much to his delight as he jerked his own back to hit the blonde's pelvis. Huffing through his nose when he caught the quiet vibration of his phone up further on the bed. The ping of a text message. It was ignored.
Ignored, ignored, ignored. His husband's phone began to ring shrilly yet the blonde made not a move to get it. Not even like that first afternoon they tried pet play. And he fucking loves it. Knowing he was more important than whoever was calling the blonde. That he was number one right now. It had him whining at his husband who groaned with a note of annoyance when his phone went quiet only to go off again. Muffled in his pocket, the blonde snapped his hips forward with hard thrusts that had him whining shrilly.
God if it didn't have him tightening his hand on silky locks with a keening moan ripping out of him. Fuck, that rub was everything. The feeling of simply having his husband inside of him was a pleasure like nothing fucking else. It threatened to get him howling at the feeling of that erection slipping slickly into him with twitches that had his own erection throbbing against his stomach. He was burning up. So hot, hot, hot. There was nothing fucking better than moving with his husband who was moaning into the kiss.
A note of ecstatic encouragement that kept him swinging his hips backwards. Snapping against the blonde who clung onto him with fingers sliding along his jaw lightly in a gentle back and forth caress. A hand squeezing at his hip tightly as he jerked himself backwards with that spark of delight. However, as good as this was, what he wanted the most was to ride Hizashi. He wanted to tuck himself in his lap and ride the blonde until he was howling. He wanted to fuck himself on the blonde the way he'd been wanting too.
The blonde had kept him from putting any weight on his heeled stump. Jerking his hips backwards giddily with that slick squelch punctuating his hits to the blonde's pelvis. He wanted nothing more than to move like this with Hizashi. He refused to let himself be held still or to have that caution ruin their sex life. He huffed through his nose as he crushed his lips in frantic slides against those soft ones as he jerked his hips back. Hitting hard, hard, hard to the blonde's pelvis as hips swung forward to return that strength.
Slamming into him again, again, again had him moaning out enthusiastically at the pleasure it sent pooling into his stomach. The sparks ripping up his back fanned under his skin leaving him feverish. Hot, hot, hot. He wanted nothing more than to fuck himself on the blonde all night. Let himself be wrapped up in that aftercare that would follow after it. He wanted to love Hizashi the way he'd been wanting too. He groaned when hips slammed against him hard, hard, hard with slick squelches ringing out deafeningly.
The blonde moaned into the kiss when it broke off with gasps of air being given when Hizashi's hips slammed against him. Hard thrusts that had him damn near mewling at the blonde happily. Euphorically. God, it felt so fucking good to be given a bit of that rough treatment as the blonde slammed into him. Listening to the huffing, uneven pants being taken by the both of them. The slap of their skin meeting again and again. The slick squelch of the rubber condom and lube rubbing together was deafening.
Fuck, it had heat raking beneath his skin with claws as it howled to be satiated. The heat that had been simmering on low all damn day only to explode under his skin. God, he was melting, melting, melting. He couldn't get enough of this man. The blonde moaned into his neck with lips kissing at him before making their way down to his shoulder again. He was burning hot, hot, hot. He couldn't take much more of this heat, yet he didn't want it to stop. Couldn't think of stopping this when he was getting what he wants.
When he was slamming himself against his husband's pelvis and received the same pounding thrusts back. The same treatment he'd been wanting this entire time. To feel good with Hizashi when they came together like this. To move, twist and squirm with him. And God help him if he wasn't getting his wish answered. Then Hizashi pounded himself forward before flying backwards only to slip slickly out of him. He whimpered in protest when hands were lifting him up from the bed and spinning him around carefully.
His hands shout out to grab at tanned, softly freckled shoulders when arms were wrapping around his waist and heaving him up. He understood. Understood exactly what his husband wanted, and it had him moaning out when he reached down to grab at a cheek. Arching his hips down while his husband held his erection for him. There was a slick nudge before he was sinking onto his husband's erection again as he curled his legs around his waist with a whine. He pushed off his husband's shoulders to lift and drop himself.
It was awkward but he didn't mind it one bit when hands slid over his ass before lifting him up then slamming him down to the blonde's pelvis. It wasn't quite riding him but fuck, it felt good. To have the hands on his ass sliding up to his waist to bounce him on the blonde's erection with hips slamming up against him had his inner walls spasming. Clenching tightly around that twitching erection delightedly tearing snapping groans out of his husband. He could spend the rest of their afternoon and night like this.
When was the last time they even did cockwarming? When was the last time he had that closeness. Fuck, he wanted it. Wanted Hizashi anyway he could get him and if that meant cockwarming then fuck him he'd do it. He clung onto the blonde when he leaned in to nip at his jaw as continued to help in lifting and slamming him down to his pelvis much to his delight. Hips nudging him up lightly from the hard hits of his husband's as he moaned encouragingly at the man. God, it had his skin burning with that lust.
He then flew forward to crush his lips to Hizashi's when he felt his headband sliding along his head. He'd knock them off in a bit. He swore it. The latex felt insufferable on his hot skin, but he was determined to keep it on as long as possible. Hizashi, he was sure, was going to have a field day ripping the rest of it off of him before they showered together. It had his pounding heart skipping as its beats throbbed quietly in his ears with uneven, racing pants being taken through noses to fan over hot cheeks.
His hands tangling themselves into silky soft blonde locks to yank at them insistently as his husband pounded into him with such strength it had him bouncing lightly. Hands jerking him down against his pelvis with a brutal strength that had his breaths flying out of him. It was everything he'd wanted from his husband. This rough, ruthless fucking that left his hips aching and his legs weak. He rubbed his thighs restlessly to his husband's waist as he kissed him giddily with that passion and desire being returned to him without a second thought.
It had him groaning at the blonde as he tugged at blonde locks sharply tearing a whimper out of his husband. Being bounced like he was little more than a featherweight in his husband's arms had him whining delightedly. Being bounced on his erection like he was nothing more than a toy had his blood running hot. Had sweat pricking at his forehead and the skin beneath the remaining bits of his latex suit. He could feel it welling on the back of his neck beneath his hair only to slip down it when his hand clung to it.
Whining at his husband as he bounced faster, faster, faster with hips snapping up against him had him squirming. Twisting in his hold with that excitement twisting sharply into him when he clawed at Hizashi's scalp earning himself a keening whine from the blonde. Hips snapping in a frenzy up against him with slaps of their skin ringing out like shots of sound. It had him moaning as he tightened his arms around the blonde's shoulders to hold onto him. Letting himself be bounced with light nudges up into the air.
Gasping when his husband's nails bit lightly into his skin. Fuck him, this was everything he'd been wanting. Did Hizashi understand that? Is that why this brutal rhythm seemed to come from nowhere? It had his moaning increasing in volume at the thought as he squeezed his limbs around the blonde giddily. The blonde broke from their fierce kisses to which he dipped his head down. Nipping playfully at his jaw then ducking his head down to kiss at that fluttering pulse point. And he bit down viciously on that fluttering spot.
It had his husband moaning with a burst of volume that had him flinching as he was bounced shallowly to keep his bite from being painful. He suckled at his spot fervently as he was moved in snapping thrusts against his husband's pelvis. Clinging onto him desperately, he tugged at blonde locks as he suckled frantically at his spot with a slight dig of his teeth into the spot to get his husband moaning. An encouraging sound that had him shuddering when he lifted his mouth from his spot before diving down.
Nipping at his Adam's Apple before biting down on the spot next to it. It had hands squeezing fervently at him with a hard squeeze while he was bounced fast, fast, fast to his husband's pelvis. It had him moaning out delightedly when his husband slammed his hips up which nudged him up lightly in his arms. It sent a spark of heat up his back as he dug his teeth into that spot to suckle at fiercely. His husband slammed his hips up against him with an increasing, pounding speed that had him huffing.
Gasping breathlessly through his nose as he sucked fiercely at his spot before digging his teeth in as hard as he dared. Holding onto the blonde desperately with a squeeze around that twitching, throbbing erection tearing snapping moans from the both of them. Being swung down in hard slams against the blonde's pelvis tearing a moan out of him. The pleasure pooling into his stomach had his back arching with hips jerking down. Clenching tightly around the blonde tearing a guttural moan from the blonde.
"Go-God, baby! Yo-You feel so good! So pretty! Ah! Ah, ah! Yessss! Yes, squ-squeeze my fuckin' cock! Fuck!" It sent a shiver down his back at the slurred moan in his husband's voice when hands slammed him down to his pelvis tearing a moan out of him yet again. "I-I could fuck you like this all day! I wa-want to fuck you all night! Po-Pound your slutty, beautiful ass into the bed! I wa-want to fu-ffffuck you with my fingers! Gi-Give my kitty so-some play time, yeah? Do-Does kitty really wa-wanna play with Daddy that bad?"
He pulled away from his spot with a shaking gasp being taken as his husband lifted him up high, high, high before slamming him down with hips snapping up against him tearing a cry out of him. "Yes! Yes, yessss! I wa-want you to fuck me all night! Fu-Fuck me with your fi-fingers and make me cum! I wa-want you to fucking pound me ju-just like this into the bed! I want yo-you so bad! Need you so fu-ffucking bad! Ah! Oh! Mmmm! I need you inside of me! Sta-Stay inside of me! Please, please!"
A moan ripped out of his husband when he clenched tightly around his erection tearing a snapping moan out of himself at that rub. The light scratch of the condom rubbing against his inner walls. The thickness of his erection and the faint rub of those piercings as they popped in and out of him. God, it was so fucking hot. "Shit! Mmm! Fu-Fuck, you wa-wanna ride this big cock you lo-love so much tonight? Do-Does Daddy's pretty kitty ne-need to play with him? Be my ba-baby boy to love on? To sp-spoil fucking rotten?"
"Yessss! Yes, please! Nnnn! Please, please! I wa-want to show you how mu-much I love yo! How much I wa-want to fuck you all the ti-time! Ah! Oh! Fi-Find it! Find it, fin- There! Right fucking there!" Oh, he knew it was mortifying the volume he shouted at, but it didn't matter. Not when the blonde's erection hit his prostate sending heat raking up his back coaxing it to arch with a cry. "Ri-Right there! Do it ag-again! Ohhh, God, Zashi, Daddy, baby I love yo-you so fucking much! Need you so bad!"
"I lo-love you too, baby! I love you so fucking much! Gorgeous little thing you are, I fu-ffffucking love coming home to you! I love it! Ah! Nnn! God, fuck, yessss! Cho-Choke my cock, baby! Fuck yourself on it so gooooood! Yo-You wanna do so-some cockwarming, huh? Ke-Keep me inside of you tonight?" He whimpered with an eager nod when his husband's hands slid to his lower back before coming down to caress over his ass. "Good! Be-Because I want it too! Ah! Nnn, fuck! You feel so good! So goddamn be-beautiful!"
Oh, oh, it had him moaning at that slurred, breathless voice of his husband's. The hands that clutched at his ass tightly as he was bounced fast, fast, fast on the blonde with hips swinging up to pound into him. Hitting at his prostate sent sparks of heat racing up his back in sparking waves. Raking under his hot skin as he clung onto his husband who bounced him faster. Harder. His hair swayed and bounced around his shoulders when he dragged his nails over Hizashi's scalp tearing a keening moan out of the blonde.
And he giddily dove down again. Biting at the side of his neck, he dug his teeth in just enough then suckled frantically at the skin as he was bounced fast. Fast, fast, fast. Slammed down to his pelvis with hips striking at him hard. Harder, harder, harder. It was a feverish chant as he tightened his arms around Hizashi's shoulders with huffing breaths being taken. Arms flexing as they lifted and dropped him with the slap of their meeting skin ringing out like shots of sound. The slick squelch punctuating each thrust.
It had him burning hot, hot, hot when his husband wobbled on his feet before stiffening his stance as he was jerked up and down fast. Hard. God, it had him moaning into his spot as he sucked fervently at his husband's skin. Working a hickey into it as he dug his teeth into the spot to get the blonde moaning at him back at him with encouragement. Fuck him, when was the last time he got to leave hickey's on Hizashi? Their sex felt so vanilla in recent times it left him dissatisfied in that small, childish way.
His husband's caution was like a cap; keeping them from the sex they usually indulged in. This is what he wanted. This is how he wanted it. All he wanted when it came to sex was for his husband to ravage him. To pound into him and leave him breathless. Leave him feeling desirable the way he did with those breathless moans of his voice. Hands clutched at his ass as he was bounced up then slammed down with the slap of their skin meeting sharply. It had him huffing through his nose those uneven, ragged pants.
Lifting his mouth from his spot to lap his tongue over the indentations. He moved down towards that tattooed collar bone of his. God, it drove him fucking insane to see his name printed on his husband's skin. Glowing boldly against the soft tanned hue of his skin and he giddily bit at the end. Right by that A of his name to begin suckling at the skin fervently when his husband groaned before shuffling forward to plan him back on the bed. And fuck if it didn't have him moaning to feel hips pounding at him.
Striking perfectly and relentlessly at his prostate. Wave after wave of heat raking their nails up his back leaving him moaning wantonly at his husband for more, more, more. Wanting all he could get of him as hips pounded fiercely at him with hard hits that nudged him lightly over the blanket. He tightened his legs and arms around the blonde as he suckled at his spot before digging his teeth in deeper. Biting firmly with that fervent sucking. Four hickeys in total and he wanted to place so many more over his throat.
The brute strength in those thrusts against him had him twisting eagerly. Moaning into his husband's skin as he suckled at his spot before lifting his mouth up to lap over the indentations he left behind. He then moved to the right side of his neck where he bit down again. Frantic to leave his marks on the blonde when he dropped his right hand from its place in silky blonde locks to claw at his back. It had his husband shouting with hips jumping in a frenzy to pound against him with sharp slaps of their skin meeting.
Hot, hot, hot. He was so fucking hot. The blonde kept up that frenzied speed of his with slick squelches ringing out to punctuate each thrust. The rub against his inner walls had his lashes fluttering on his cheeks with eyes threatening to roll back preemptively. Fucking Christ, it was so good. So good, so good, so good. He wanted more, more, more of this pleasure that he could give back. More of Hizashi. He wasn't anywhere near satiated even as he felt the faint flutters of an orgasm stirring in his lower stomach.
A weak spark twisting into it with each hit to his prostate that had his back arching from the bed with a keening moan leaving him. Tightening his legs around the blonde, he dug his nails into his back while clutching at silky soft blonde locks with his left. Panting raggedly through his nose as he sucked fervently at his spot to leave his mark behind. To litter his husband's throat with hickey's. He lifted his mouth away to throw his head back with a cry leaving him at the brutal hits to his prostate that had his legs shaking.
Sending relentless waves up his back when his husband moaned down at him when he clenched tightly around that throbbing erection. He twisted beneath the blonde with his nails clawing up his back to his shoulder. Grabbing onto his bicep desperately when hands slid along his waist with one planting on the bed by his side with one remaining on his ass to squeeze at that cheek. It had him whimpering pleadingly with that spark twisting into his stomach. Not yet. He didn't want to come yet.
He didn't want too but he knew it was inevitable if his husband kept going so fucking hard like that. And he wanted him too. It had his whimpering cresting at the dilemma he faced when his husband's lips were fluttering over his heaving chest up to his throat. Nuzzling at him briefly before coming up to nip at his jaw. Hips hit him with such strength it left him breathless as he twisted beneath his husband who pounded into him. Like it was a compulsion. A need. It had him moaning in unison with the blonde.
Hips jumped to move to with his husband as he used the heel of his foot to yank Hizashi forward. Groaning at the long thrusts that he fucking adores. Long, hard thrusts that told him his husband was nearing that cresting peak as well; that it wasn't just him. God, this afternoon had been lost to such a burning heat. A sudden sizzling heat that ate him up from the inside out. His husband pounded at him with an urgency that had him moaning up at the blonde as his back arched up when he shuddered.
Squirming at the tickle to his skin from the blonde's hair. Lips trailing down to kiss at a hardened nipple before nipping sharply at it. He moaned in that keening, pleading pitch that had his husband whimpering back when he clenched tightly around his throbbing erection. God, the pleasure it sent pooling into his stomach threatened to leave him a drooling mess. It felt more like a quickie, but they had a few hours. They had a few hours more to have a properly drawn out thing where that excitement wouldn't control this.
When they could feel it out rather that diving head first into a feverish, frantic heat that promised a short ending. But that's what always made later so much fucking better. Made him absolutely squirm with the excitement of what was to come from tonight with his husband. His thighs shook in their tightly pressed position against his husband's moving waist as hips struck at him with their brutal strength. Tearing moans out of him one after a damn other as he clenched tightly around that thick erection.
Fuck, fuck! God, Hizashi's cock felt damn good inside of him; Hizashi always filled him up better than anything. Nothing would ever beat the real deal and it had him moaning at the thought as he tightened his arms around the blonde. Clawing at his bicep with slick squelches ringing out deafeningly with his husband's ragged pants fanning over his nipple with teeth nipping sharply at it again. The warmth of his tongue lapping over it with a purposeful rub of that piercing against his nipple had him writhing.
Twisting with gasps being taken by the both of them with that frantic, frenzied pounding of his husband's. It had him squirming with a cry flying out of him at the strikes against his prostate. Ohhhh, it had him teetering. He didn't want to come so early. He didn't want to come yet but the hits to his prostate had sparks ripping up his back in a relentless cycle. Burning him through to his core with each damn hit against him that nudged him lightly over the blankets. Had them rustling quietly beneath him.
Moaning out in that keening, needy pitch at his husband had the blonde groaning into his chest when he squeezed tightly around him. Clutching at him desperately like he was his only anchor with his thighs squirming as he dug the heel of his left foot into Hizashi's lower back. Jerking him forward faster, faster, faster with sharp slaps of their meeting skin ringing out to mix in with slick squelches of the rubber condom and lube rubbing together. Huffing gasping pants and deep guttural groans made by the blonde.
The rustle of the blanket beneath him. He was so hot, so hot, so fucking hot. Clutching at his husband tightly with his back arching from the bed as that spark began to tighten in his lower stomach. Twisting tighter, tighter, tighter with each pounding thrust leaving his husband who grunted under his breath. Groaning at him with that erratic throbbing to his erection getting him to squirm as his own erection remained neglected in between their stomachs. Throbbing erratically against his stomach with that silent insistence.
And he let go of his husband's bicep to reach down between them. Wiggling his hand between their slick stomachs to grab at his throbbing erection and stroking fast in time with those frenzied pounding thrusts. He threw his head back on a cry when his husband bit sharply at his nipple before sucking it firmly into his mouth. Squirming when the blonde then swirled his tongue around it with playful flicks. Huffing pants fanning over his cheek as he twisted and squirmed beneath his husband who squirmed against him.
Small twists in between his thrusts that had him yanking at blonde locks. Holding his head in place against his chest as his husband dragged his teeth over his areola with firm sucks on his nipple to get him writhing. He twisted desperately with gasps being taken that changed the tempo of his panting as he stroked himself fast. Fast, fast, fast to keep in time with those fast thrusts with pre-come dribbling under and over his fingers. Dripping shamelessly as he clawed his way up to that orgasm with sparks fanning under his skin.
Gasping, whimpering, moaning beneath his husband who pounding at him frantically. Urgently. As if he was right there and was waiting for him to teeter over. It was a thought to get him moaning as he listened to the slick sound of his stroking hand moving in a blinding frenzy over himself. The squelches of his husband's pounding thrust with huffing pants stuttering over his chest before racing at a new speed. A new, shallow rhythm that matched his own as he twisted with a high, ringing wail of pleasure.
His thighs shook before tensing up on him with his stomach flexing when his husband slammed into him. And that was it. The hit to his prostate that had him teetering over that edge he'd been dancing on. He was tumbling over it with tingles racing up his shaking thighs as that orgasm rushed up only to explode through him. It had his wail cresting up in volume with hips jerking up desperately into his stroking hand as white-hot waves slammed over him leaving him stiffening. Shaking, shaking, shaking beneath his husband.
Clamping down tightly around that frantically throbbing erection only to have his husband throw his head back with a howl when he clenched tightly. Squeezing around that thick erection sending shivers up his back when Hizashi yanked his hips back. Pounding forward into him once, twice, three times more before he was holding himself tightly against him. Grinding against him in tight circles as that howl crested up. White-hot waves slammed over him leaving his world in a boiling point that ate him up.
Where nothing mattered but Hizashi, Hizashi, Hizashi. Nothing existed outside of the blonde man shaking above him as he remained stiff against him. His erection throbbing with each spurt leaving him much like his own erection that throbbed frantically in his hand. Spurts leaving him frantically when his husband choked his howl down to a hoarse groan with the hand on his ass tightening as he ground himself against the blonde's pelvis. Hot, hot, hot. So good, so good, so good. Ohhhh, it was so fucking good.
He couldn't remember coming harder in the time he'd been home from the hospital save for that blowjob that afternoon. He shuddered at his own throaty, guttural moans spilling out of him as he pressed his head to the bed. Shaking, shaking, shaking with his husband as that white-hot heat seemed intent on robbing him of his very breath. And then, much to his relief, his orgasm rushed out of him leaving him gasping at its sudden departure. Holding his throbbing erection with weak strokes as Hizashi groaned above him.
Hips rocked weakly against him with a broken, rasping groan leaving the blonde. And then he was wheezing out as his husband fell forward onto his chest to which he grunted breathlessly. Pulling his hand away from his softening erection. He tried to rub his slick hand on his hip before curling his arm up to hug his husband to his chest when that hot face buried itself into his throat with a lazy him. The hand on his ass slid up to rub over his thigh gently as he felt the blonde beginning to soften inside of him slightly.
Shaking pants being taken in the quiet of the bedroom when his husband began to kiss at his throat. It had a rare giggle bursting out of him at the tickle of his mustache, but it merely had the blonde pressing kisses against his throat faster. Up beneath his jaw where his nose and lips nuzzled beneath his jaw. Rocking idly with him in a pseudo sway in their position when he began to kiss at the top of Hizashi's head. Kisses that had his husband giggling when he nuzzled blonde locks that smelled distinctively like water.
Maybe not dirty water but from a fire hydrant? A pond? Where was his husband on his patrol that he would have fallen into water? He didn't know but it was an oddly comforting smell as he clutched his husband to his chest as he nuzzled his face into his hair. Hugging the blonde to his chest who seemed all too content in hugging himself closer as he stood above him. He slid his hands down his back over the lines he left behind over his shoulder blade. Rubbing his cheek against the top of his husband's head.
he hummed lazily in a hoarse crack. His husband hummed back in that same husky pitch with lips nuzzling up beneath his jaw when his husband pulled back with lips crawling up his cheek. He could feel his husband softening fully within him with a shaking sigh leaving the blonde when he kissed at that freckled cheek giddily. His husband then nuzzled the tip of his nose to his and he happily nuzzled back with a breathless laugh leaving him when his husband giggled at him. A sweet sound that had his lips twitching.
Kissing at his husband's forehead and the arch of his eyebrow, across the bridge of his nose, had the blonde giggling again in that contagious manner. Little snorts breaking it up that had the corners of his mouth twitching once again at the cracking giggles. Lips pressed against his hot face when his husband let out another giggle. And then Hizashi pulled back with green eyes flicking over his face with a smile curling over his lips. Adoring the sight of that flushed face as he combed his fingers through blonde locks.
"Yo-You're the fucking best, do yo-you know that? Ho-How did I luck out and ge-get such a hot husband, huh? Yo-You are so fucking beautiful! Gorgeous! Stunning!" Kisses were pressed to his cheek in between each kiss when he felt that giddy smile curling over his lips as he returned kisses to that freckled nose giddily earning another giggle from his husband. "You're the se-sexiest man on the planet doin' so-something like this! I fu-fucking love you, baby! I lo-love you so much!"
"I me-mean I wouldn't use tho-those words for me! No-Not with you here as comparison! You're stu-stunning! The mo-most beautiful man on the planet!" It had his husband giggling as he kissed at the red face with sweat dripping down red cheeks. Down his own forehead to his temples when his smile widened when he kissed down his cheek to his jaw. "I fu-fuckin' love you too, Zashi!No-Now, why don't we go ta-take a shower? I be-believe you said I could ha-have all of Daddy's attention? Spo-Spoil me rott- Mmn!"
Lips crushed themselves down on his in a sizzling kiss when Hizashi stepped backwards heaving him up from the bed. He threw his arms out to curl around Hizashi's freckled shoulders as he was heaved into the blonde's arms. He felt him stumble with thudding steps ringing out. And then the blonde squeezed him close to his chest much to his delight, the blonde then began rushing forward blindly around the bed. Trotting towards the bathroom as he giddily smiled into the kiss. God, does he love this dorky man more than anything.