Check Me Out

by CrypticBeans

Raising one child, fostering another and running a book store is no easy feat. Especially when Hizashi has to balance his two other jobs but he's doing it! Or so he believes. It's only when he finds himself meeting Shouta Aizawa that his world seems to flip over and spin on its head.

2. Play Dates and Wine

When I say I oddly enough had fun writing this I actually mean it! The park Hizashi takes Hitoshi and Izuku at is actually based off of a park I used to go to as a kid that's literally down the street from me! It went down hill for a bit but now its a dog park! Also, I'd like to say that the name I gave Uraraka's mother is NOT official in any way, I just thought it would be easier for the story even if she only pops up once for an introduction! But I hope that you all enjoy chapter two! Until we meet again ❤️

✨Tiny Note!✨: This would've been out sooner but I completely rewrote everything about the second half because I wasn't happy with it but I hope you enjoy Hizashi giving himself some love! 😊

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"Dad! Dad, Zu's tooth fell out! It fell out!"

Hizashi blinked when he realized his hands were hanging limply under the running water of the faucet when he turned to find Hitoshi and Izuku running in like small hurricanes. The green-haired boy holding up his canine tooth with a sparkle to his eyes. A wide smile on his lips with a smear of blood on his upper lip had him pulling his hands from the sink to grab the towel next to him. Wiping his hands off, he squatted down before the beaming child. "Oh, I see! Well, what do you wanna do with it, Izu?"

"I wanna put it under my pillow and let the tooth fairy come get it!" He chirrups of excitement when he sighed out as the boys bounced on their toes with that excitement. The green haired boy then reached up to pull his upper lip away from his teeth to show off the bloody hole left behind where his canine tooth had been earlier in the afternoon. He smiled when his son then held his tooth out; pinched between his fingers tightly with a sparkle of pride to his face. "It came out when Toshi hit me with a Lego block!"

"Hitoshi! What have I told you about throwing blocks at Izuku? Especially in the face? That's not cool to throw them there, dude!" The indigo-haired child merely beamed at him as if he were proud to knock his brother's tooth out for him. There wasn't a sense of pain to the green-haired boy but rather both seemed all too happy with themselves. All too pleased that the tooth had been knocked out successfully when he sighed out. "My goodness, you two are something, aren't you? Izu, I need you to rinse your mouth out with water, okay?"

Izuku's little nose scrunched at that with lips pinching tightly together much like brows that squeezed together. A displeased look to the child before him when Hitoshi's head tilted with purple eyes flicking to Izuku then to him. "Does it have to be that gross one? With salt? Because Toshi told me that that one hurts! And I don't want it to hurt, Dad! Can I just wash it out with water?"

"Of course you can! Did you two brush your teeth already?" Heads bobbed in nods when he then sighed as he reached up with his hands pressing to chubby cheeks. "You two will be the death of me. Come on, Izu, let's get your mouth rinsed out before we head out, yeah? I don't want those other Mommy's and Daddy's to judge me for showing up with my kid all bloody mouthed. It wouldn't make for a good first impression, now, would it? I'll put your tooth in a zip lock bag, alright?"

A giggle left the green-haired six-year-old with another bobbing nod when he then stood up again with Hitoshi's hand coming up to grab his fingers before he could pull his hand away properly. "Dad, how many people are gonna be there? Auntie Nem says that lots of people go to the park on Saturdays! Does that mean there's going to be lots there? Or like, one or two? I don't wanna lotta people!"

Smiling down at his son, he gave chubby fingers a squeeze before pulling away to turn the water in the sink off. He reached for the box of sandwich bags to tug one out. "I don't know how many people will be there, Toshi, but I'm sure it won't be a lot! It'll be just like school, yeah? I'll be making some friends right along with you so don't overthink it, bud. Why don't you both get your shoes on for me? Izu, give me your tooth please? Then we'll rinse your mouth out and we'll head out to the park. "

"Okay!"

Both boys chirruped in unison with Hitoshi spinning on his feet to run for the hallway when Izuku placed his canine tooth into his palm which he then dumped into the bag, and he rolled it up to stuff in the pocket of his jeans. Izuku then turned on his feet to rush off in the direction his brother had taken off in when he sighed out to himself. Nemuri's words from the other day had been on loop in his head. A loop that stung him like an insistent wasp; coming to the forefront of his mind insistently with the truth to them.

That he was only twenty-six years old, yet he was living the life of an older man with children. While it wasn't bad, he had come to realize how much of his own needs he'd been neglecting. Nemuri had been nothing but truthful that he needed to live his life too. He deserved to have some free time to himself, didn't he? To be just a bit reckless? He was a younger father with two six-year-olds when most men his age were settling down with infants. Just now starting fatherhood when he had started his own fatherhood at such a young age.

As much as he regretted not making more time for himself, he knew that for fact he didn't regret a damn thing. Yes, he was exhausted. Yes, he hated having to tell his sons to listen after telling them three times not to do something. Yes, he had spent one too many nights scrolling his old Facebook and Instagram stories with Nemuri, Oboro, Tensei and himself before he'd become a father. Yes, he had regrets. Yes, he wished that he could bring a lover home and let himself be fucked on the couch the way he used too in the past.

Yes, he wished he could come home tipsy and pass out on said couch only to wake with the stale scents of last night on him. Yes, he wanted to live like he used to but at the same time he knew it wasn't healthy. And yes, he wished he'd thought longer before going through the process of becoming a foster father so young but at the time he'd truly done it for a future reference. For when he was older with a husband or wife given that natural birth on his end of things wouldn't be the most welcomed thought for himself.

He'd wanted to begin the process just as something ready to go once he got married eventually so they wouldn't have any doubts. He'd done it because he did want to be a father someday, but he didn't expect to find himself standing in the office building of the closest adoption agency with Hitoshi being presented to him. A young two-year-old just barely speaking full sentences that had seemed painfully shy. As much as he wished he hadn't done it so young, becoming a father was one of the greatest joys of his life.

Of course, Hitoshi had taken up his life and attention that he never saw himself as a father of two but that day he had Hitoshi placed in his arms as a young two-year-old? He'd all but fallen in love with the chubby cheeked toddler who had clung onto him with such strong hands. A strength to them that promised an inner resilience down the line that would make itself known to him. He could still recall how hard Hitoshi had held onto his fingers when he was walking him out of the agency. How his head tipped back to look at him.

The way those sparkling, purple eyes looked at him with all the curiosity in the world. The subtle distrust a child his age held. That look had spoken volumes to him when he fostered Hitoshi that first year before making his choice to adopt. To keep the small, steadfast toddler who had won over his heart in little more than six months. At twenty-three years old, he was a father. Something he never saw for himself so young but he refused to give his son up for anything. He'd been committed to this small toddler who needed him.

Grateful he had gone through the hoops of becoming a foster parent. Even if he felt he was much too young for his qualifications when there were much older, much more qualified couples waiting for his opportunity. However the dark-haired woman's words from yesterday rang in his head on an endless loop. Doing so until he could see his life in milestones. His life and youth before he'd taken in Hitoshi with fatherhood being a role he stepped into him. His life marked off like a timeline of events like AD and BC.

There was his life before he had Hitoshi and then there was his life after Hitoshi. A life with one son and then his current life with two sons. He could recall those wild party days before Hitoshi when he was happily feeling out his sexuality fully. When he had his ducks in a row for the surgery he had lined up for that, thankfully, he'd been in the process of healing from when he met Hitoshi. He missed his days when he could bring a lover home, but he didn't want to set a precedent like that for his curious son.

He didn't want a revolving door of lovers that would only confuse Hitoshi or to have to explain to a new lover he had a son. And when he took on Izuku last year? Well, it truly did kill off any chance of him having a proper bedroom life. It was quickly dead in the water. Stagnant. He didn't hate fatherhood; no, rather he felt he flourish in some areas while others had remained stunted. He felt he was confident in most areas of fatherhood back when Hitoshi had been a toddler and he'd devoured one self-help book after another.

Gathering as many as he could until he had a bookcase with an entire shelf and a half filled with them in his room. Books on toddlers and children along with their milestones. A baby book for Hitoshi while he was working on another for Izuku. There were failures and wins with fatherhood and he'd seen his fair share of both if he was honest with himself. However, the words Nemuri had spoken rang with their truth the previous day in his shop. They had rung with a truth he'd been reluctant to face and work out.

He was worried protentional lovers would demand a sense of priority in his life or that his sons would question it. He wanted balance. He wanted stability for his sons. And yet Nemuri was right; his whole personality didn't have to be about fatherhood. He could live his life still while being a father. He had to find his balance and his footing. And so, he had taken Nemuri's advice the previous night after dinner to get online. After he'd returned home, he'd sat on the couch with his laptop in lap while his sons contented themselves beside him.

With their after dinner TV show before he'd begun ushering them towards their bedtime routines. He'd joined the mom group on Facebook to which he was immediately pulled into a chat with one of the founders of said group. Inviting him out the next day for a get together for new parents. He had to admit that he'd been nervous, a bit anxious, at the thought but he was more than brimming with that excitement. That joy to think that if this went right? His sons would have a diverse friend group outside of school.

He could make friends with other parents. He could have an even bigger support net if this all went right, and he happily agreed to going today. There was a worry that something could go wrong the day of with Izuku or Hitoshi but both boys seemed bright eyed when he told them the previous night about their activities today. Both seemed receptive to the idea of seeing children their age outside of school. Tugging the dishwasher open, he tugged the drawers out then made quick work putting the dishes away quickly from breakfast.

The pod was thrown into its place with a click as he slid it into place with a click. He quickly shut the door and starting it up in time for small feet to come running down the hall. Straightening up, he watched as Izuku ran in with his cup from the bathroom which he took before heaving the six-year-old up onto his hip who clung onto him happily as he turned the water on again. Rinsing his cup out, he filled it up with just enough water before hanging it to the green-haired boy as Hitoshi clung to his left hip.

Wide eyes watching intently when Izuku knocked his water back to swish around quickly before spitting it into the sink. Grabbing the hand towel, he rubbed and patted the six-year-old's mouth and chin dry as he put his cup on the counter. Placing Izuku down again, both children looked up at him with excitement when he gestured with his head for them to follow as he made his way across the kitchen to the hallway. Right where his black backpack sat with their drinks and snacks for the day to keep them going.

Packed with a small first aid kit, reusable water bottles for himself and his sons, he walked towards the front door where he plucked his house keys off of the hook. Grabbing his shoes as he shoved his feet into them. He was glad today they had chosen the park closest to them for the meet up as he tugged his bag up and over his shoulders. Clicking together the strap in the middle across his chest, he then reached out to grab the handle of the front door. Tugging it open, Izuku rushed forward to push open the screen door.

Running out onto the front walk way with Hitoshi not far behind him as he pushed the swinging door open to step out with them. Shutting the main door behind him, he worked out his house key on the ring of keys before sliding it into the lock with a solid click as the door was locked. Stepping onto the front walkway, both boys looked over to him before running over when he held his hand out. Hitoshi's small hand slid into his to cling onto his fingers when Izuku then took Hitoshi's creating a chain between the three of them.

He smiled down at both boys who beamed up at him in response. Putting the sun to absolute shame as he stared down at those beaming faces before they began making their way down the front walkway of their home. The thud of his feet with the light, pattering tap of his sons' shoes following him. It was rather adorable. The park was, thankfully, about ten minutes away on foot, which was amazingly convenient for the area. It wasn't a huge park but rather modest and small with two different sides built.

The one closest to his house was aimed at children Hitoshi and Izuku's age while the other end of the park over the stretch of grass was aimed at larger kids with a more complex set up. He loved taking the boys down for picnics and to play when they could on the weekend as it always left the boys dead on their feet by the time they were heading home. And God knows that today was one of those days where he had a good feeling that they would be tuckered out. Give them the chance to make new friends.

From what the woman he was talking too last night said, there would be at least her and two other mothers today along with himself. The group was a diverse one from what he'd seen that had fathers and mothers meeting together to go out for coffee or to set up playdates together. It was the same group that Tensei brought his brother to. The man had even messaged him with his happiness at him joining the group. That while he couldn't make it this week that he promised he'd start coming more since he was now a part of it.

He felt small fingers squeezing at him to which he gave a squeeze back to his son's hand with Izuku swinging his and Hitoshi's hands with a cheerful hum. Cars rushed past him in the road making him all too intent on keeping himself between Hitoshi, Izuku and the road. He squeezed at Hitoshi's hand again with the quiet tap of their shoes over the cement of the sidewalk. He knew that Hitoshi wasn't the best at making friends, but he had plenty of schoolmates to pick from to play with. Today it would be much easier.

Something much more controlled given it would be a smaller group with other children. As they walked, he let his gaze flicker around the familiar sights of the neighborhood. The quiet sound of Izuku beginning to babble with his brother as the buckles on his bag clacked together lightly with the zippers jingling. What other fathers would show up at the group next time? Would there be any? How young were the children they allowed into the group? Was there a specific group for ages? Was there one for kids his sons ages today?

Would there be another day with children like that black-haired man in his shop? With a small baby like that? He listened absent-mindedly to his sons' chatter beside him as he thought back on the black-haired man from yesterday. He'd been so ragged and seemed anxious when the baby started whining. Whimpering. As if he feared she would begin crying and he wouldn't be able to soothe her back into silence. The black-haired man had seemed unfairly tired yesterday. As if he had been run down for days at a time.

Hadn't slept for days at a time. With that unshaven face, the bags under his eyes, he couldn't help feeling pity as he looked back on it. He had Hitoshi when he was two with all the maturity of a two year but the man from yesterday had a baby. A very small one year old possibly but she had a pacifier, hadn't she? So young enough to still need one? Or old enough that she simply wanted one for soothing? He had not a clue, but he couldn't imagine the stress that man was under with his baby. He'd never thought of having a baby.

Rather, he was grateful he'd gotten a toddler to care for instead. He knew babies were loud and hard to settle down so perhaps that was why the man needed that self-help book? Or was it like with himself? Wanting the books to have as she grew? He felt oddly nosey about one stranger and his child, but curiosity was a damned thing. He couldn't imagine what Hitoshi would have been like as a baby. However with how fussy Hitoshi had been at two he could only imagine what temperament Hitoshi had as an infant.

Looking down at Hitoshi and Izuku as they babbled on together with feet kicking at a shared rock they kicked at together. Taking turns with the pebble. It had him smiling softly down at them when the indigo-haired child looked up only to beam. A sweet sight when Izuku followed his brother's gaze up only to smile at him as well with all the sweetness he possessed. The innocence that tugged at his heart. There was so much in the news as of late about crimes against children and he couldn't imagine it.

Couldn't wrap his head around how adults could see that sweetness his sons possessed as children their age and abuse it? Take advantage of it? How could an adult hurt something so precious? They weren't his biologically but God knows he loved and adored them like they were his own. Tightening his hand on the chubby hand in his, he listened to the patter of their footfall when Izuku pointed out a butterfly on the lawn next to them. As they came over the small hill of their neighborhood he felt the hand in his squeezing.

At the foot of the gently slopping hill stood the fence and the park they could overlook. In it, he could see what he guessed to be the three mothers there with three small children shrieking and running about the playground. Izuku tugged at Hitoshi's hand to which he put a pep into his step as they began making their way down that small hill. The air was cool with that oncoming feel of fall as leaves scuttled over the ground with the edges of them turning a pale yellow. Early for late August but it had his sons excited.

Babbling already about Halloween and their costume ideas when they noted the changing leaves. Making his way down the street with that small chubby hand in his, he noted the three women he'd seen from the top of that small hill turning towards them. He recognized the blonde woman from his conversation last night. What was her name again? Mitsuki Bakugo? She was someone from Izuku's past who he was sure the green-haired boy might look forward to meeting again. Had a son of her own that was both Hitoshi and Izuku's age.

There was a smile curling over her lips at the sight of him with Izuku letting go Hitoshi's hand. Running around to grab at his free hand as they made their way down that sloping hell. He held on to the small hands tightly, he made his way down that slope into the parking lot when he glanced down at the green-haired boy. There was a sparkle in his gaze when he tipped his head back to look up at him. Excited. As if he knew exactly who Mitsuki was, who would be here for them, and it had his heart aching at that sparkle.

Hitoshi, however, began to gravitate closer to his leg; angling himself slightly behind him with his free hand holding onto his pant leg. Always a bit shy and antisocial, he knew Izuku would pull his brother out of his shell. There was an auburn-haired woman chatting with a white-haired one, both looking up at his approach. They then began to make their way over with Mitsuki who paused at the gate of the metal fence up ahead. Fencing that bordered the park to, of course, keep it cut off from the parking lot.

There was, however, a small winding path that ran through the park like a walk way from one end of the park to the other. Izuku seemed to bounce on his toes when he approached the fence with eyes scanning restlessly over the park with a pep to his step. Taking a breath as he made his way forward to the fence, he felt Izuku let go of his hand as he prepared to stretch it out when he felt small hands holding onto his pant leg. Even though they were coming to the fence, the boys knew better than to run off the second they could.

They always seemed to wait for him to go ahead despite the fact he always told them when they were past the fence they could go play to their hearts' content. Rather, this time they seemed suctioned to his legs instead of running for the open gate. Holding onto him with small hands clutching at the ends of his shirt by his hips with tight holds when he came to a stop before the blonde woman. He stuck his hand out towards her as eyes sparkled at the sight of Izuku and he opened his mouth to speak when-

"Kacchan!" Izuku shouted with such joy and delight as he tore away from his leg towards a small blonde child who whipped his head towards Izuku. He couldn't quite name the expression that pinched at the child's face but there was a sparkle to red eyes that were identical to Mitsuki's. A twitch to the corners of his mouth when Izuku ran up to said child before throwing his arms around him. Cutting off whatever the blonde child had been saying to the small girl and dual haired boy he was with.

"Well, that's a relief they remember each other!" He tore his gaze from the boys to the woman before him when her hand slid into his with a squeeze. He gave her hand a polite shake as the other mothers came up to him with their hands outstretched. A warmth to the smiles that had him smiling back as Hitoshi clung onto his hip. "It's nice to meet you face to face, Yamada! I know online I might have come off as rude or bitchy but-"

"You, abrasive? Come now, Mitsuki, I'm sure you about gave this poor man a panic attack with how you messaged back in the group chat!" The auburn-haired spoke up with a playful tone when her hand was sliding into his with a squeeze as she smiled with all the sweetness that Mitsuki seemed to have possess. "I'm Himari Uraraka! My little girl out there is Ochako but it's nice to meet you, Hizashi. Who is this that you have attached to your hip?"

He felt Hitoshi inching behind him with his face pressing into his leg when he let go of her hand only for the white-haired woman to come forward as her hand slid into his. It was chilly but he didn't mind it one bit when he then pulled his hand free to touch the top of Hitoshi's head. "I'm Hizashi Yamada and this is my son, Hitoshi. He's six-years old and quite shy as you can clearly see. Hitoshi, why don't you go find Izu and play, huh?"

Hands tightened on him then with a whine of protest when Izuku then called out the indigo-haired boy's name with the gaggle of children looking in his direction. Purple eyes peered up at him as if hoping to get him out of the situation when he nodded instead. Hitoshi then peeked up at the three smiling women before detaching himself to run off. The white-haired woman laughed lightly with all the affection in the world when she spoke up. "He's quite the wallflower, huh? I'm Rei. Rei Todoroki, that's my youngest out there, Shouto."

"And mine is obviously Katsuki! Come, come! We've brought some iced tea and coffee if you'd like to join us over here at the tables?" He nodded before following after the women when the blonde settled in by his side with a smile up at him. "You know, I used to know Izuku's parents. I will never understand how that man could convince Inko to pick up and leave Izuku behind like that but he's in good hands I assume?"

"Very good! Honestly, I know it's a rush as I've only had him a year, but I've been looking into what I have to get done for adoption. He and Hitoshi are incredibly close ." His response had smiles widening on the women's faces when he unclipped his backpack then settled it down gently before taking a seat. "I'll take some coffee, however, if you're willing to share. But I really do think of him as my son now and he's taken to calling me Dad with little provocation! He's such a sweetheart if I'm truly honest!"

"He is! I remember that when he and Inko lived next do! He and Katsuki used to be very close when they were around three or four, but I see they're taking on just fine! Same with him and Shouto!" He glanced over his shoulder to find the children running towards the play structures with Izuku holding onto his brother's hand as he tugged the indigo-haired child forward. "I'm surprised you kept both boys with you while you were walking. I could never get Katsuki to do that! He's a bit of a hot head."

He found himself bursting out in a laugh before pressing his fingers against his smiling lips when the auburn-haired woman next to him handed him a cup with a few reusable ice cubes within. Taking it from her, he lifted it up to take a sip and God, it was like sighing out. He'd not had his cup this morning but God if it wasn't good with that trace of caramel when she spoke up. "So, tell us, what had you joining the group, Hizashi? We don't get many people joining the group as of late so it's always nice to welcome a new face!"

"Ah, well, a friend of mine suggested it! I'm not quite drowning but being a single father is a bit tough now and again, you know?" He knew they couldn't relate. These well put together women but they seemed to sympathize however briefly when he traced the rim of his cup before smiling. "But I thought it'd be nice to get them some playmates outside of school. I was told to kick start my dating life again as well but also that I should make more friends who are parents as well so I can talk to someone and relate, you know?

"I have four, three boys and one girl, but Shouto really is about as shy and quiet as Hitoshi seems to be." He smiled when a shout of delight rang out prompting gazes over to find Katsuki showing Hitoshi how to use the pole on the playground with a smug smile on his face. "I may not understand single fatherhood but my husband has an old friend of his who has recently taken in a child from a bad home. He works in the school district but he's also a single father and I can see how hard it is."

"And with two boys too! But I think you're tougher than you look, Yamada." The pride in Mitsuki's voice was just like that smug smile on her son's face; it was unmistakable and it had him smiling sheepishly when he lifted his cup up to sip at his coffee when Mitsuki's gaze flicked to the playground when the small girl squealed as she ran after the boys. Then they came back to him with that same pride sparkling in her gaze. "But would you like to trade numbers with us? I know it's a bit early but I'd like to stay in touch."

While it wasn't palpable at first, he could see the enthusiasm in the three women before him. He knew with friends with kids came routines and turns in taking on all children in the friend group. But staring at the kind faces of the women he'd just met as his sons played with other children behind them? The absolute delight that came with such a question like that? It had him dropping his cup when he smiled at her as he began to pull out his phone. "I would love that. It'd make play dates and such much easier to plan as well!"

"I know that Shouto can certainly do with more friends. My husband would beg to differ." Handing his phone to Mitsuki who made quick work of typing her name and phone number into his phone before passing it off to the auburn-haired woman. There was a shriek followed by feet thudding over the playset and Rei turned to smile at the sight of her son leaping off the steps after Hitoshi. "He's a quiet boy and already has so much on his shoulders. If his father had it his way, there'd be no time for playing."

"Ah, is he an authoritarian type who puts studies above fun?" Rei nodded when he then clicked his tongue when the white-haired woman accepted his phone to begin typing her number and name into his contacts. "At least it seems like he seems to be taking to Hitoshi! Likes can attract just as opposites can and they all seem to be having quite a bit of fun together! I'm sure I'll never hear the end of it when I bring the boys home tonight but I think it'll give them something to look forward too!"

"Well, there's a few mothers who are missing today and a few father figures missing from today since they couldn't make it today. The group is much larger than that so your boys will have a chance to meet others!" He smiled at Himari who had a rather comforting voice that had his heart aching. It reminded him of his own mother, Yuki's, voice while Mitsuki had a way about her own speaking that reminded him of his other mother, Kimiko. "That is if you would like to come again and meet with us all again?"

"Ewwwwww!" A collective shriek of children voices had the four adults looking over to find Izuku standing in the middle of a grinning Hitoshi and fascinated Shouto. A pouting Katsuki and tiny hands pressing to pink cheeks as Ochako's fingers hovered beneath her eyes as Izuku held his upper lip away to show off the fresh hold of his lost tooth. A sparkle of pride to Hitoshi when he proudly proclaimed to having helped his brother out.

When his phone was placed in his hand he blinked before smiling as he then lifted his coffee up to take a sip of it. God, it was good. He didn't want to chug it given there was no real public bathrooms down here and the few porta potties were across the park. He then placed his cup down on the table with a soft smile. "Thank you for so readily accepting us, though. I know some women believe Mommy groups should be specifically aimed at just women but this is nice!"

"Any time! Honestly, our group on Facebook says Mommy but really we've been meaning to change it to include all diversities to the group! Man or woman, it hardly matters at this point. So long as the kids get a playmate and have a healthy friend group with us making friends of our owns then it's a win! But with you being a single father you are most definitely deserving of having a broader net to help. So don't be scared to ask, yeah?" Mitsuki then smiled at him when he smiled at the abrasive woman.

"Yeah." Smiling at Mitsuki who tapped at his fingers before smiling had him smiling back at the woman when another shriek of the children rang out before they were running for the play system when he took a slow breath before letting it out. Maybe Nemuri was right after all. How crazy was that? The woman would never let him hear the end of it when he told her tonight during their call. It had him smiling to himself at the thought of Nemuri's teasing's but she'd been right, hadn't she? Perhaps this would work out for the best.

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Shutting his sons' door quietly behind him after flicking their nightlight on, Hizashi left the door cracked just enough for the thin beam from the hallway to shine in. Just as Hitoshi liked it to be. Standing in the hallway, he hummed when he made his way down it to check the bathroom window up there and then the windows in the hallway. Making sure that they were all locked with the shades down before he made his way towards the stairs. Lingering for a moment in the low lighting of the hall before moving.

Letting out a slow breath as he made his way down the stairs where he found himself standing in the front hall. At least he didn't have to worry about cleaning up the living room or the kitchen when he opted to order out instead. Standing at the foot of the staircase for a moment, he weaved uncertainly before his knees jerked and he stepped forward. Walking down the hallway, his socked feet thudded over the floor as he began to check the doors and windows of the first floor to make sure that everything was locked up.

He breezed through the kitchen as the quiet crunch of cats eating filled the quiet as he began to flick lights off behind him. Hesitating in the kitchen before making his way over to the cabinets to tug it open where he grabbed a wine glass. Shutting the door gently with a thud, he then spun on his feet to make his way towards the small hallway leading to his bedroom. Listening to the thuds of his feet on the tiled floor giving way to the carpet of his small carpet. Rolling his head slightly side to side, he sighed out to himself.

A glass of wine and a hot bath sounded damn nice right now. He rolled his shoulders as he tugged open the bedroom doors open, he stepped into his room the shut the doors behind him. Flipping the lock with a click, he walked over to his closet where he kept his liquor cabinet out of sight. Tugging open the closet door that creaked lightly, he bent over slightly to tug open the cabinet door where he reached in for the bottle of that light pink, semi-sweet strawberry flavored wine. A gift for his birthday from Nemuri a few months back.

Shutting the cabinet door gently, he hummed as he then stepped out of his closet to which he shut it with his foot gently. The thuds of his feet over the carpeted floor were deafening as he made his way to his en-suit bathroom with his hair drifting over his shoulders. The quiet sound of his humming was deafening in the quiet of his bedroom when he made his way around the bed to his bathroom. Turning the light on, he set the bottle and glass down with the quiet clink of glass hitting porcelain gently.

He made his way over to his shower where he tugged the curtain out of the way to reach inside to pull at the plug on the wall when he then twisted the knob. Water burst out of the lower faucet of the tub when he squatted down as he held his fingers under the water pouring over them. Wiggling them idly under the rushing water, he thought back to the long afternoon of his. Their long, tiring day out in the sun and how delighted he'd been talking with parents who seemed to understand his plights and struggles.

Hell, he'd walked away with more advice, more suggestions, and ideas on how to help his sons eat more vegetables while the children shrieked as they played. How delighted Izuku and Hitoshi seemed in their own ways about how the afternoon had gone for them. The new friends they'd made. They'd be flushed by the time the other mothers were heading out. He'd been just as delighted to have made a few friends of his own when he gave the boys their snacks and an extra thirty minutes of play time on their own.

He'd been tugging his backpack on with his hands reaching out for Izuku and Hitoshi's when he'd sworn, he saw the black-haired man from the other day. On the other side of the playground that was meant for "big kids" as he'd heard it be called by Izuku and Hitoshi. He swore it was him putting the baby in the small swing and swaying her idly. Of course, he didn't have time to gawk when his sons were whining to go home. That they were hot, they were tired, and wanted dinner. He could have been wrong.

And he could have seen another man with his child. He could be confusing it. He'd happily forgotten about it in the August heat that seemed more liquid than dry from the summer heat. It was draining walking back home in the afternoon as compared to the dryer heat of their walk down the gentle hill. He'd been all too happy during dinner when Mitsuki texted to ask if he wanted to let Izuku and Hitoshi join the playdate. Something she was setting up for the next following weekend which he was more than happy to accept.

He blinked himself out of his thoughts when he felt the water heating up to which he fussed with the temperature until it was at that comfortable warmth. Not lukewarm but not scalding hot. Shoving the plug into the drain, he stood up when he paused before turning on his feet to tug open the doors beneath the sink for his oils. He had many under them with a few bath salts and he happily reached in for two of his favorite scents. Strawberry salt and vanilla oil. It always left him with a sweet scent he could melt in.

Opening the bag of the salts, he gently shook them over the steaming water when he dipped his hand in to give a lazy swirl. Not too much salt but just enough. If he'd really wanted to relax, he'd have broken out the vanilla scented candles as well, but he was more eager to get in the bath than go through the process of it. He then gave a few squeezed drips of the vanilla into the water before tucking both salt and oil back under the sink. The sweet smells were immediate when he shut the cabinet doors.

Standing up, he grabbed the hem of his shirt to flip it up over his chest towards his head which he made quick work of while being mindful of his hearing aids. Once his shirt was off, he let it drop to the floor when he shut the bathroom door with a click. He knew it wasn't smart when he had two boys, but he'd keep his hearing aids in rather than forsaking them for the night. Reaching down, he curled his fingers into the waistband of his pants to work them down from his hips when they fell down in a heap around his ankles.

Stepping out of them then kicking his foot to free himself of his clothing, he then shuffled over to the bath to turn the water off before it could get to hide. He already worried it was too much when he turned back to the sink to crack open the bottle of wine. Pulling the cap off with a crack, he then poured it into his glass. Halfway, nothing more and nothing less as he admired the shimmering pink liquid. He took the bottle and his glass before turning to the tub where he sat the bottle down on the floor.

Close to the edge of the tub before he stepped into the steaming water with a shudder. The heat of the water lapped gently at his chins as he then lifted his other foot in, and he sank down carefully with his glass in hand. Sinking down, down, down into that sweet smelling water until he was submerged up to his stomach with the water lapping just below his chest. Against his mastectomy scars. He lifted his glass up to sip at his wine before placing it down on the edge of the tube with another low sigh to himself.

Pressing his head back to the wall, he could feel the ends of his hair getting soaked, but he didn't mind one bit. The heat of the water soaked into his skin as he found himself relaxing with that tension rolling off of him. After his bath, he'd get out and call Nemuri if she was still awake. He just needed one moment to himself. One moment where he wasn't talking to anyone. One moment where he wasn't having his ear babbled off and he had to be polite. To be nice. All he'd wanted was one moment to himself.

Sinking lower to submerge his chest properly, he could feel his hair becoming wet as he hummed softly. He reached up to take his glasses off then placed them on the closed toilet seat. The slosh of his arm lifting out of the water and the patter of said water on the floor was deafening in the bathroom when he then submerged his arm once more. He wanted just one night to himself. To enjoy a glass of wine, a hot bath, and to relish in his one-on-one time. Fuck, when did he even get that? When was the last time?

The last time he got to cherish his alone time properly? He knew the last time he had; he'd done a facemask. He'd waxed and buffed himself until he was knocked out harder than anything. Back when it was just him and Hitoshi then? For he couldn't recall in the last year when he'd pampered himself like that. When he gave himself self-care like that. Soaking in the heat of the water, his mind wandered lazily. His arms curled lazily over his stomach as he sank down, down, down until the water was at chin level.

Dangerous given his hearing aids were still in but God if it didn't feel fucking good to sink into the heat. His knees bent to press into the tub wall awkwardly beneath the water, but he didn't mind it one bit. Humming out lazily to himself, he let his eyes flutter shut as he listened to the quiet sound of the sloshing water lapping gently at the wall with his subtle shifting. He needed to take more moments like these. More stolen moments for himself even if it was just to take a bath. A single minute to recharge.

He lifted his head up when he forced his lashes up to find his wine glass which he plucked up from the edge of the tub. Sipping at that semi-sweet wine that had him humming at the taste. Rich in that strawberry flavor, he could easily see how people lost themselves to bottles of this. He took another sip leaving him with a few sips left of his half a glass when he placed it down on the ledge again. Sighing out as he sank back down until that sweet smelling water lapped at his chin. God, it was so unbelievably nice.

Especially with so many women in his life were telling him the truth lately. Truths his mothers' had hinted at when he talked with them about opening himself up to fostering again. They were warnings that he'd long since forsaken under the pretense that he could handle this. And he could! To an extent, at least, and he was coming to accept that with each woman in his life that he talked too who seemed to see the truth that he had failed to see. The truth he refused to see when his mothers tried suggest he think about it.

To think of how his life would look if he began fostering when he already had a son but he'd ignored it. The conversation he'd found himself in with the new friends he'd made at the park and what Nemuri had said rang true. He would burn himself out if he didn't start taking care of himself properly. If he didn't start practicing self-care more often or gave himself more time on his own, then he'd regret it. He'd become resentful and that was the last thing he wanted. The very last thing he wanted was to feel that way.

He wanted time for himself but did that mean he had to forsake his sons? Himself? He didn't want to chance any type of neglect for them but wasn't he neglecting himself? There'd been fair points made to him in the past two days that had him thinking far, far too much. Staring down at himself through the wavering water tinted pink from the salts, he found himself sitting up straighter with the water dripping and trickling down his chest. His hair clinging to his upper arms, back, and chest annoyingly when he shifted.

Humming quietly to himself, he could happily say that baths were high up on his list for pampering. God, he loves his bath time routines when he had candles set about. When he had the right scents all blending together like the essential oil he chose and the strawberry bath salts. If he had the right candles for them then everything about this would be amazing. Perfect. He loves taking baths. They were one of the only things in his life that he was actually rather spoiled about. The one thing he believed he did right.

He loved everything about them along with the comfort they provided. The hot water wrapped around him to soothe away the tension and aches from the day of his running, lifting, and working. He should take baths more often, shouldn't he? Just to relax; something he could jump in after getting the boys in bed like he had tonight. God, he was so glad he'd listened to Nemuri. He was so glad he'd gone to the meet up today for not only did it give him friends but it also gave his sons kids to play with.

They'd been babbling about it through dinner about how they wanted to play with them more. He was happy about that. More than happy he'd done something right when it felt as if he'd been treading water lately. Close to drowning under all the expectations he had for himself. Sighing out gently to himself, his lashes trembled on his warm cheeks as he shifted with his knees and feet pressing to the walls of the tub. Keeping himself from slipping under the water and potentially ruining his hearing aids.

His thighs pressed together when he again found his mind drifting back to the park. That glimpse he got of that man on the other end. He wished he'd called out; he'd never been shy. Never been one to flinch away when he knew what he was walking into. He wished he'd taken just another minute to be sure it was the man from his shop. He'd wanted too but he didn't want two six-year-old's possibly throwing a tantrum because they were hot, tired, and hungry. To be fair, he'd also been hot, tired and hungry but still.

It had him giggling then, the sound bouncing off the shower walls when he opened his eyes with a condescending scoff leaving him. What is wrong with him? He sees one man, one very handsome man at that, and here he was soaking in a bath thinking about some nameless man with a baby? It was ridiculous his curiosity. It was like he was little more than a schoolboy replaying the moment a girl touched his hand. Handsome or not, he knew he was just looking for him to satisfy his curiosities.

It didn't mean he'd see him again. He needed something to get his mind to shut off for good tonight rather than replay the same events over and over until he was half out of his mind. That wouldn't do. He lifted his hands out of the water where they wavered before coming up to his chest. Tracing his wet fingers along the mastectomy scars on his chest lightly. He could still remember how he breathed in heaving gasps when he'd woken from his surgery without his breasts. As if he was finally able to breathe.

As if he could finally feel the air reaching his lungs. It had him sobbing in the bed with such happiness his family had been worried about him, but he had assured him he was happy. And three years later, he could confidently look at himself in the mirror. He could confidently touch the scars lining his chest where his breasts had been. Sliding his fingers along them, he felt that old flicker of delight. Of happiness. He slid his fingers along their shape before fanning his hands out over his chest with a quiet breath leaving him.

It had become just as muscular as the rest of him. The curls of blonde hair covering it that hid the soft smattering of freckles that had been the bane of his existence when he'd had breasts. Something he abhorred when hearing it from men who would cat call him over it. He still remembered when Nemuri dragged him into that piercing shop with the coaxing belief he should live a little. To live free. At that point he'd just begun growing comfortable taking his shirt off but he'd still been hesitant. Painfully shy about his chest.

It had taken him years to be so confident with his shirt off both in the company and by himself. He still remembered how scared he'd been by the numbness in his chest, his areolas, in the weeks following the zinger pain of his surgery. It was, for him, a temporary sensation but now his chest was delightfully sensitive. Of course, having his nipples pierced made them incredibly sensitive. Just like his chest and scars. Tracing his fingers along his scars idly, the sensitivity had him shuddering as he sank into the water.

He then slid his wet fingers over his nipple. Flicking his thumb over it lightly had tingles weakly rushing under his skin when he glanced down at his chest. Watching his nipples perking up with the lapping water at his chest when he shifted slightly as he admired the scarring running along the underside of his chest. He had to admit dating hadn't been easy as a trans-man. There was many women and men with preferences of biological men or women but the lovers he's had? They knew how to treat him right.

They knew how to touch him and love him nor were they afraid of getting down on him. There were as many accepting people as there were people who didn't find him attractive. And that was more than okay. He knew that not every person would walk around wanting him even if he presented him as masculine. There would be bisexual, pansexual, gay, straight and all in between under their umbrellas who wouldn't find him attractive. It was about preference, and he understood that. It was the same way that he had a weakness for dark eyes.

A weakness for red heads depending on their temperament. On other blondes. Dark hair. How he had his preference about bottoming with his partners who never seemed to hesitate in giving him what he needed. Sliding his thumb over his nipple again, he gave a curious pinch to it sending tingles racing down his back. Swallowing when he shuddered at the sensation. His hardened nipples tingled lightly no doubt from the blood flow to it. Or was it the temperature of the bathroom? From going under warm water to being exposed to the air?

It had him shifting slightly with his back sliding against the wall. If there was one thing that he agreed with Nemuri on it was getting himself back out there. Dating. He hadn't had a proper boyfriend or girlfriend since his high school years when he and Nemuri were having their flings. When he'd briefly humored something with Tensei to which his friend politely established their boundaries to let him figure himself out. It was so polite in fact that he'd been left confused until he got it in writing the next day.

God knows he was a promiscuous man back then; feeling out his bisexuality the way he had. He still didn't know to this day if his hormone blockers or his testosterone had made him so damn horny. if If it was possibly his age or his own high libido that had gone into overdrive with his budding confidence back then but he's more than secure in the amount of past lovers he had. There had been a few solid relationships that fizzled out leaving him with lovers he'd bring him late nights. One night stands that he recalled fondly.

His one-night stand partners, from what he remembered, were polite. Gave it to him good while remaining respectful. He slid his thumb over his nipple again when he felt a tingle fanning down below his waist. As if his groin were becoming interested in his trailing fingers. The curious pinches he gave to his nipples when his breath hitched with the warm water sloshing around him with his fidget. Lovers were common to long over. It was like Nemuri had said countless times to him in that playful lilt in the past.

Just because he had become a father doesn't mean that his body shut off to that arousal. To the lust or desire to have a partner. To share a connection with someone but there was also a physical aspect to it all. In fucking someone all night long until he was sure he was more tender than he'd started out. Mornings wobbling with a lover joining him in the showers. But there was always the reminder that he didn't need to have a lover to feel that pleasure. He may long for it but he didn't need another person for that pleasure.

Masturbation was something he hadn't thought about in a while. He hadn't felt the urge to touch himself. He'd been so busy he hadn't thought twice about it, but he had time now. He had the moment for himself to do what he wanted and how he wanted to do it. Masturbation was a natural thing and he felt no shame for thinking about it but as he pinched at his nipples with tingles rushing under his skin? Well, it was at the forefront of his mind now. Had him awed he'd never thought of masturbating to help.

To deal with his stress on that front. It was a curious thing to forget he could get that pleasure whenever he wanted. When he'd been talking to Nemuri, he'd been thinking of a lover. Feeling that frustration and longing to feel that pleasure that a lover could give him when he had his hands. He had it right here. Tugging lightly at his nipples, he pinched at them curiously again before letting go to fan his hands over his chest. He'd had a long, long past few days. Long days filled with enough stress to turn him gray.

He'd been so frazzled and tired talking with Izuku's caseworker, taking care of the boys, that he hadn't thought about it. It was tempting. It is unfairly, horribly tempting to think of working even a bit of that frustration out himself. Besides, was anything truly stopping him? If he wanted to do this then he could do it all he wanted? To rub one out to get his brain to shut off for a bit? He had an arsenal of toys and strap-on's in his room that he could use. Dildos with suction cup ends he could use to take care of himself.

It had his face burning with it all coming to the forefront of his mind that told him he didn't need to worry about lovers. He could quite literally take it into his own hands. God, it was tempting. Dragging his teeth over his lip, he fanned his hands out over his chest with his thumbs sliding over his nipples. Rubbing at his areolas with a shuddering breath leaving him. In a minute. He'd do it in a minute. If he was going to do this, if he was going to masturbate, then goddammit he'd do it right. He didn't have to rush.

To hurry to the end. Sliding his hands over his chest in a caress, he rubbed the pads of his fingers over his areolas. Tingles raced down to pool into his stomach in the first flutters of that ache he was all too familiar with. Humming quietly, he lifted his left hand from his chest to reach out towards his wine glass where he lifted it up with the light pink liquid swirling within. He then brought it up where he knocked the rest of it back before placing it on the back of the toilet when he returned that hand to his chest.

Sliding with fingers pressing down to mimic that rubbing, massaging rhythm to get him shuddering as his fingers slid over his scars. For weeks after his surgery, he'd massage and lotion the area to soften the scars. Massaged and kneaded at them enough to know that while they didn't react now that it still got him off. Squeezing at his chest the way he would have he had breasts still. It sent a shiver down his back when he rubbed the pads of his fingers over his areolas in firm rubs to get tingles pooling into his stomach.

Tracing the rims of them lightly with the edge of his nails. Tingles. Shivers. He flicked his fingers over his hardened nipples before pinching lightly at them. Masturbation was something he hadn't thought about in a while. Hadn't had the time too what with two sons who liked to crawl into his bed at night when they had their bad dreams. He couldn't change it then but now? Behind locked doors? He could do it. Just once. He could give himself that much, couldn't he? God, when was the last time he had the time to get himself off?

Certainly not anytime recently and that was a fucking shame if he was honest with himself. There was a tremble to his fingers with that excitement as he tightened the pinch on his nipples briefly to get tingles rushing under his skin to pool into his stomach. The stirrings of that ache twisting just right to get his breath trembling briefly as he released his pinch to slip his fingertips beneath the balls of his piercings to flick them up twice. Short lifts when he then lifted the right sides of his piercings up, up, up.

Doing so until he got that light sting that had him groaning out when he let them drop when he flicked at his hardened nipples. H hard hit that tore a quiet whine out of himself at the surge of tingles it created. He then shifted his hands to slide his thumbs off over his nipples as his teeth dragged over his lip. Biting down on it, he brought his fingers to trail over them lightly in a caress. Playfully as he squirmed with his thighs pressing together instinctively when he brought his fingers together to pinch at them again.

He twisted his fingers idly side to side with a sharper pinch to the hardened nipples in his grasp when he then trailed his fingers over his nipples again with a sharp breath leaving him through his nose. Heat rushed up to his cheeks in a tingling wave as it burned hotly; spreading to the tips of his ears that stung with the heat of his blush. It felt wrong. He hadn't even gotten into it fully but it felt oddly wrong to him. As if now that he was a father that he shouldn't be doing something like this. That it was wrong.

That it was dirty. And at the same time, it had his thighs rubbing together at the thrill that thought created as he bit down firmly on his lip. Heat flashed under his skin in a burst that left him wheezing out then in a breath as he arched his chest forward to push into his hands. He rubbed his thighs together again when he increased the pressure of his pinch on his nipples. His breath trembled on an inhale in response when he then tugged gently at them. The water sloshed against the walls with his restless movement.

Tingles pooled into his stomach, beneath his waist, maddening when he began to lightly twist his nipples from side to side lightly. Tugging again before lifting his fingers to flick at the hardened things, giving himself a sting of pain when he jumped. His shaking breaths were deafening as he trailed his fingers over his nipples lightly. Shuddering when he swore the hardened things were tingling under his touch. His body reacted to the stimuli and God knows it was letting him know loud and clear what it wanted.

It had him focusing all too much on his longing from yesterday to today. That urge, that simple desire, to have someone touch him when he had hands of his own to do it with. He trailed his fingers over his nipples before shifting his hands to brush his palms over them. Hard against them he found himself squirming again as he gently brushed his palms over his nipples again, again, again. It had tingles racing under his warming skin to pool into his stomach with that fluttering ache. Settling low into his lower stomach to get his breath hitching.

Tracing his palms over his nipples lightly before he completed each downwards stroke with his fingers over them had his chest arching again with a whine leaving himself. Thighs squirmed and rubbed together at the ache in his lower stomach wrapping down to include his crotch in it. Groaning under his breath as he slid his palms up over his nipples before moving his hands down to trail his fingers over them. Here he was, getting hot over a little attention to his nipples. His chest. A little attention to himself.

Was he that pent up he'd begin getting aroused over something so miniscule? He might be. He just fucking might be that pent up for the sake of focusing on being there for his sons and their needs. So focused on how to be a good father that he neglected himself so callously. God knows he wasn't the type to notice how he got until it was right in his damn face. Blatant and refused to be ignored. Taking shaking breaths through his nose, he trailed his palms up over his hard nipples. Fuck, they were hard.

Like pebbles against his palms and fingers when he trailed them over it. This was a longing he'd ignored for so long clawing its way viciously to the surface when his fingers came together to pinch the hardened things. To soothe the tingling to them no doubt as he pinched harder, harder, harder tearing a whine out of himself when he tugged. A sharp pull before twisting idly at them with a squirm as he then pushed his nipples down where he then rubbed tight, firm circles into them before they began perking up beneath his thumbs.

And he giddily pinched them again with a tug to get his trembling breaths hitching as his shoulders dug into the shower wall. Squirming when he increased the pressure of his nipples when a jolt ran over him that had his inner walls spasming at the shot of heat it gave him. The sharp twist in his stomach that had his thighs trembling as they squeezed together with knees coming up out of the water. His thighs squirmed together when a huff left him as he gave himself another sharp pinch before tugging at them.

Using a firmer twisting motion to give himself that light burn that had his breath shaking. Trembling. He squirmed causing the water to slosh along the shower and tub walls, but he happily ignored it when his actions sent another jolt of heat through him. Jumping at the flashing burn under his skin as his knees knocked together from the tight squeeze of his thighs. Hitting off one another tearing a whimper out of him when he felt another of those sizzling bursts of heat sinking down along his bones.

The desire he'd ignored tearing into him with a ravenous edge when he rubbed his thighs together with a whimper that bounced off the walls back at him. He could feel that light throbbing between his legs steadily gaining momentum despite the pressure of his squeezed thighs. A throbbing that had him whining again as that heat clawed insistently beneath his skin. Gripping his bones. He tugged at his nipples when he squirmed desperately. That lust, that desire, was tearing him into shreds already.

As if he had unleashed a pack of ravenous dogs on himself that were intent on eating him alive now that he had finally given his body the smallest bit of stimulation. Of attention. Pinching sharply at hardened nipples sent a jolt through him as his breath caught in his throat. Gasping as he twisted at them idly back and forth with enough force to get that light sting from them that had his back arching from the wall. Shuddering as that throbbing between his legs intensifying with that ache twisting viciously in his lower stomach.

It had his thighs rubbed together restlessly with knees arching up out of the water as they knocked together sending pain up his squirming thighs but he happily ignored it. God, when was the last time he did this? The year before he took on another child? No, that felt too recent. Longer than that? He didn't need an exact date to know it had been far, far too long. It had him groaning with that prick of disbelief that he let himself go so long without this. Let his dead bedroom life led to one devoid of this simplistic pleasure.

Tugging sharply at his nipples, he let go of his right nipple as he began to twist at his left before lifting with a tug before letting it go. Rubbing his palm over it again as he slid his right hand down his chest towards the water. Towards his squirming, rubbing, thighs as his hand slipped down underneath the water over his stomach to his navel. He slid his fingers along his happy trail down the expanse of his lower stomach when he coaxed his legs to part. Knees pressing to the walls on either side of him.

Just enough for his hand to sweep down to his navel where he felt out then followed his happy trail down towards his pelvis. He combed his fingers through the wet curls of hair there before biting at his lip when he then dipped his hand down to slid his fingers down over his labia. It had his hips arching up into his hand as he fanned pressed down firmly in his rubs over his labia with fingers spreading apart slightly. Bringing them together to ghost his fingers over the seam between his labia teasingly to get his thighs tensing.

He drifted his palm over his hardened nipple with a shudder when he then flicked at his piercing with a click. Hitting off of his nails before he brought his fingers together to pinch sharply at it. However, in his eagerness as he rubbed at his labia, he pinched harder than intended. Squeezing so damn hard at it that he swore he felt the bar of his piercing running through it. A hard pinch than he intended that had him jolting at the pain that burst over his chest as he cried out pressing his head to the shower wall.

Trembling. He was unbearably loud in the bathroom as he then tugged at the nipple causing a burn to spread over his chest. Rubbing his fingers over his labia, he used more pressure to get his hips arching up with knees digging into their places to keep his feet from sliding out. He refused to dip his fingers in yet. Not yet. He was already burning hotter than he thought he would and he wanted to take his time. He wanted to play and feel this out but the eagerness was twisting into his chest viciously.

Undeniable in the tremble to his hands. It had him gasping as that flaming lust razed into him with feverish claws beneath his skin as he slid his fingers along his labia in firm rubs to get his hips arching to press against hi fingers. Whimpering when he swore he felt blonde draining to the bundle of nerves as his clit swelled. Biting his lip, he slid his fingers along the seam with pressure to satisfy that throbbing as he stroked in time with his shaking breath. He slid his fingers up to then to press at his labia right above his swelling clit.

Moaning when he rolled circles into the spot at the pleasure pooling into his stomach as heat ripped up his back. Thrusting his hips up, the water sloshing slightly around him, but he happily ignored it as he continued pressing down. Rubbing firmly at that spot as he then slid his fingers down along the seam of his labia. Right along the center as he twisted at his nipple idly back and forth, back and forth, back and forth before tugging sharply at it. He happily squirmed when his thighs trembled as he rubbed at himself.

Whining at that itching temptation to slip his fingers in to the wet folds of skin hidden by his labia lips. He knew how hot it would be. It was only a shame that he was submerged in the light pink water for he wouldn't have a clue on how wet he was but given his excitement? The eagerness twisting into him viciously? The heat razing along his bones to boil his blood through his veins as his breaths shook? He'd bet anything he'd be dripping down his thighs with how excited he felt. How damn turned on he was.

Sliding his fingers down, he pressed his palm against his labia to knead at himself. Firm squeezes that had his breath hitching as his hips arched up into his hand to grind into it with a moan. He could hear the faint sound of his phone suddenly ringing through the door, but he giddily ignored it. Kneading, squeezing, at himself with that pressure to get his toes curling when he slid his hand up. Tracing the seam of his labia with the tips of his fingers lightly with shaking breaths when he then sank his fingers past them.

Letting out a needy, breathless moan at the heat of the folds of skin as he slid his fingers through them in a stroke. Sliding them down to rub the pads of his fingers over his vaginal opening giddily. Petting at it in time with his racing, shaking breaths when he curled his fingers against himself with enough pressure to get him moaning. His hand clutching at his chest uselessly with nails biting lightly into his pec when he slid his fingers against his opening again. Sliding through the hot folds of skin back up to rub over his slit.

Jolting at the heat snapping up his back from the idle touch, he fanned his fingers out in a V formation on either side of the swollen bundle of nerves. Rubbing on either side of it as his lashes fluttered down onto his hot cheeks as sparks of heat ripped up his back at the stimulation. The moan of his tearing out on a mewling pitch as he squirmed causing the water to slosh on either side of him. Fucking hell. How could he go so long? How could he deny his own needs like this? He couldn't believe he let it get this bad.

He was choking under the eagerness to give himself exactly what he needed right now. He'd had his fair share of women lovers who didn't seem him as a woman. These old partners of his seemed far more intent on making him writhe with hands, mouths on him. And he giddily got the opposite from his men lovers. Ohhh, how both genders seemed to delight in pinning him down when he asked for it and fucking him senseless. Rubbing quickly at either side of his clit, his thighs trembled as his breaths caught in his throat.

He wanted someone to touch him, lick and suck on his neck and chest until he was writhing. Rubbing on either side of his clit, he slid his fingers down through the hot folds of skin towards the entrance of his vagina where he petted at himself. Slick slides that had him whimpering when his inner walls spasmed and contracted. Making him all too aware of how alone he was. Of how empty he was. It had him squirming desperately with the water sloshing in choppy waves with each twist and turn of his.

Far too eager to stay still when he rubbed the pads of his fingers over the entrance of his vagina. So hot, so hot, so hot. Groaning at the spasm of his inner walls clenching again when he slid his fingers up in that V spread to rub on either side of his clit as his breaths crested into that light, shallow panting speed. Shaking as they sped up with each exhale as he slid his fingers eagerly with his mouth dropping open with mewling whines tearing out of him. Bringing them together to gently pinch at his swollen clit.

The pleasure of the simplistic action tore a keening whimper out of him. Hips jumping caused the water to slosh around him when he slid his fingers firmly in an up and down rub over his clit when he felt another contraction of his inner walls tearing a mewl out of him. Needing more, more, more. Wanting more to satisfy that howling desire. That shrieking lust that demanded to be satiated by something. He felt absolutely helpless under that crushing heat as he groaned throatily. He already felt so greedy tonight.

Whether that was the longing, the desire, building up, he didn't know but he wanted more tonight than just his fingers. He wanted to be full with something more than his shaking fingers. He rubbed at his clit sending sparks of pleasure up his back that had his thighs jerking when he forced his lashes up to move the hand on his chest. Reaching for his glasses that he clumsily opened and slid into place with the lenses fogging up. He pushed them into place as he rubbed those firm circles into his clit with a stab of heat.

A breathy mewl left him when he pulled his fingers away as he jerked himself up. Reaching down to unplug the tub, he jerked himself up onto his feet. Stumbling to get over the lip of his tub, he made his way across the bathroom floor with splattering slaps of his feet over it once he was off the carpet. Tugging the door open, he found himself racing over to his dresser. Reaching for the cable box for that small key that he slipped into the lock, he twisted with a click then yanked it open eagerly with a rattle of the items within.

Reaching in for his lube he kept with his toys, he then grabbed at the first dildo his fingers brushed against. Checking briefly to make sure that the end had a suction cup, he spun on his feet in brisk strides back towards the sweet-smelling bathroom. The drain gurgling as he snapped the door shut behind him with his feet slapping over the wet floor. He didn't care, care, care. Not when each step rubbed at his clit stimulating the swollen thing that sent impatience pricking through him. That eagerness twisting sharply.

Howling he hurry, hurry, hurry. It had him moving fast, fast to the shower as the water finally drained out. And he used the lingering water to rub over the dildos suction cup bottom then struck it onto the wall. A firm, hard hit when he then he quickly dropped down to the floor of the shower. Making sure it was level with himself as his breaths shook much like his hands. Biting at his lip as he angled his hips back, spreading his thighs carefully over the slick floor with the drain gurgling weakly with the last bit of water draining out.

He arched his hips down with thighs spreading apart again when he made contact. Ohhh, it had him groaning when he shuddered as he rubbed himself shamelessly against the toy. Like he was a damn creature in heat finally acknowledging that arousal. He pressed himself down enough for the toy to part his labia to the folds of skin tearing a snapping moan out of him. Oh, oh, it was impossible to ignore the urgency. The desire ripping at him to grip at his bones that left him frantic for relief. To get something inside him already.

His inner walls spasmed with a clench that had him letting out another of those breathless, mewling whimpers as he rubbed himself against the toy. A shameless back and forth rubbing grind as he lifted a hand to brace on the tub wall when he forced himself to focus. Focus, focus, focus. He lifted his hips away to turn as he squirted the lube into his palm which he quickly began to slide over the dildo. Looking at it now that he wasn't in his hurry, he shuddered at the neon cyan coloring of the dildo with a soft purple of the head.

A gradient effect to it with bumps along the middle and base of it had his toes curling in anticipation. It was the one Nemuri had gifted him for his birthday; off of some website that did atypical dildos, and he fucking loves it. It quickly became his favorite in terms of size and girth along with the bumps that rubbed so good at him. Biting at his lip as he made quick quirk of the lube when he dropped the tube to the shower floor. He then spun with his hips angling back and he reached down to part his labia.

He then grabbed at the toy awkwardly with a grunt to direct the head towards his entrance. Gasping eagerly when it nudged against him as he tipped his head down to glance between his legs. Catching the sight of the gradient colored dildo nudging against him had him shuddering with another hissing inhale. Arching his hips back with that firm insistence against the thick head as he held his breath when he shuddered. Moaning with such delight when his firm, eager press back had the toy sinking into him.

His hands flew up to grip onto the edge of his tub. Oh, it had his moans deepening with each inch sinking into him that stretched him out so fucking good. Ohhhh, he missed this. He missed taking the time each night to get himself off. His inner walls spasmed before muscles contracted in a squeeze that had him moaning lowly in his throat with his clit throbbing insistently. The rub of those bumps against his inner walls had him fucking squirming when he bottomed out with a low, snapping groan ripping out of him.

Twitching when his ass hit the wall with a wet slap that sent a shiver up his back as he rocked his hips back. Grinding. What he'd give for the warmth of a pelvis pressing against him. To feel someone moving with him but God this was just as good. So good, so good, so good he felt ready to cry. Fuck, he couldn't remember when he'd stopped masturbating but it'd been far, far too long. It wasn't fair to himself at all. Rocking his hips back as he clenched around the dildo with a throaty groan leaving him.

Hands tightening on the tubs edge with a fierce clutching grasp as his nails raked over the porcelain as he continued that tight grinding back. Clenching around the dildo had his back arching with another embarrassingly high mewl leaving himself when he dug his knees into the floor of the shower. And he used the grasp on the tub wall before him to pull forward as he slid himself forward then back in a shallow thrust that had his ass slapping against the wall. The bumps of the dildo rubbing against his spasming inner walls.

Oh, it felt so fucking good. What he'd give to have another set of hands sliding over his skin. Sliding his hips forward then back, forwards then back, forwards then back along the dildo in shallow thrusts had thick wet locks of hair swaying over his shoulders. His pants racing at a new speed as he rocked himself in shallow thrusts when a hand moved from the edge of the tub down between his spread thighs. His labia parted every so slightly from the stretch of the dildo slipping into him with slick squelches ringing out.

Was that from him being wet in his bath? Or was it his own natural wetness? He had not a clue, but those squelches had him shuddering with a keening moan ripping out of him as he began to giddily rock himself back and forth on the dildo. His ass hitting the wall with a thud with wet skin slapping against the surface ringing out as his fingers reached back where he was spread around the dildo. Moaning at that stretch of the thickness of the toy filling him up so fucking good. Bumps rubbing in that drool worthy manner at him.

Ohhhh when was the last time he was this full? The dildo easily sat at seven inches and it had him threatening to drool at that thickness when he clenched around. Lashes trembling as he slid his fingers through the wet folds of skin to his throbbing clit. Pulsing. The bundle of nerves truly felt as if it was throbbing so damn hard it was pulsing just like his inner walls. Clenching, squeezing, gripping around the toy so damn hard it sent sparks up his back. As if his body had been more starved of this pleasure than he realized.

Rocking himself back and forth with his shallow thrusts back on the thick toy he pressed the pads of his fingers against his clit. Rolling clockwise circles into the throbbing thing as he pushed off the tub wall to aid his shallow thrusts back that had his ass slapping against the wall. Thudding. He could only be grateful his bathroom was towards the back of the house making it impossible for his thuds to be heard. It had him groaning as he swung his hips giddily with that slick squelch barely making it to his ears.

Panting raggedly, he swirled his fingers in tight circles with a firm press down to keep it from being too overwhelming but just enough pressure to go with that fullness. Moaning, whining, whimpering. Keening pitches and mewling ones. He couldn't get enough of it. What would his body's reaction be to another man? Another woman? Would his dry spell be obvious to a lover? What kind of lover did he hope to have? Someone nice. Someone who could fuck his damn brains out and then cuddle him like he wasn't gasping.

Someone with a deep voice like the black-haired man's voice had been. A low rumble in his shop with a trace of that apathetic emotionlessness. It had him shuddering as he jerked his hips faster. Swinging them forward with a budding confidence as he inched himself away from that shallow depth. A gasping moan snapping out of him when he began to snap his hips back to hit against the wall with a slick slap. Oh, oh, he didn't want to come yet. He didn't want to think of it but it had his thighs shaking in excitement at the thought.

The sweetness of his oil and salts lingering in the bathroom like a faint fog as he rocked himself on his knees. Ohhh, he hadn't been intending his night to end like this, but he was more than fucking happy to go again. He could fuck himself again in the bedroom with one of his vibrators if he was really that desperate. If he really needed another orgasm tonight. Swinging his hips forward then snapping them back with the slick slap of his ass hitting the wall was deafening. The rhythmic thud of it that went in time with his thrusts.

The squelches of the slick wetness and the silicone of the toy ringing out. God, the fucking rub of those bumps over his inner walls threatened to make him drool. He should have suctioned it to the floor to avoid aching knees tomorrow, but he couldn't think. All that had mattered was getting this thing inside of him as fast as he could. Inching his way forward with each slide forward before jerking back as he rubbed at his throbbing clit. Tight, clockwise circles that had him moaning desperately.

Hips grinding down against his rubbing fingers in between his thrusts back. He could hardly breathe without feeding that insufferable heat beneath his skin. The hunger that came with the slick slide of the toy against his inner wall. The rub of the silicone against his aching inner walls that got him mewling. Crying out with ragged pants being taken desperately to feed his hungry lungs. Fuck, it really felt like he was in heat. As if now that he had finally acknowledged the building tension it would refuse to go away.

He can't- won't let himself go without. It was all a matter of finding and making time for himself. And God, he would. He promised he would. Jerking himself back had that toy rubbing so, so good against his inner walls and over the rim of his hole. Little bumps slipping in and out tearing moans out of him as his nails raked over the smooth porcelain of the tube wall. His thighs shaking as he jerked himself back and forth on the toy. Fucking himself on it with such shamelessness as that eagerness squirmed to claw in his chest.

Twisting hand in hand with his excitement as his lashes fluttered on his cheeks with his jaw refusing to work with him. His mouth hanging open as he gasped in his pants desperately as he felt himself sinking further, further, further into that heat. Choking on it. Wet locks swung over his shoulders as his back arched slightly with hips jerking back desperately. God, he was boiling in his own skin. So hot, so hot, so hot. And God, he could feel beginning of weak stirrings of an orgasm in his lower stomach.

Fluttering weakly through him. Rubbing at his clit in tight circles frantically with that wet, slick sound had him moaning out. So fucking wet. He was so wet as he jerked his hips back with longer swings forward that had him moaning. It felt so fucking good to have something inside of him it had his back arching slightly. A spark of heat settled itself into his lower stomach as he rocked himself fast, fast, fast. Coming back hard, hard, hard with gasps of air being taken breathlessly with his brows squeezing together tightly.

His nails dragging uselessly over the smooth porcelain of his tub wall. Moaning out pleadingly to himself as he swung himself faster. Wet locks of hair swaying over his shoulders as he huffed desperately with tight circles being rolled into his clit as that spark twisted into his lower stomach. Twisting tighter with each thrust back on the toy. Ohhh, if he'd just put it on the floor, he could effortlessly bounce himself to an orgasm, but this was so good! So good, so good, so fucking good! God, it had him shuddering at the sparks of heat.

He could only imagine the strength and force if someone were meeting his thrust. If he had someone actively fucking into him just like this. The strength that came from hips striking at him with hard thrusts that knocked the air out of his lungs. Hard thrusts left him hungry for another round. What he'd give to have someone here right now. To let himself be fucked over and over again until he couldn't think of sex. Until his labia was puffy and his clit shrieking for no more. He wanted to be used up by his lover.

He wanted to be devoured whole by a partner who could give it to him the way he wanted it. For nothing, nothing, nothing beat the feeling of a lover fucking him actively. It had him working harder, harder, harder with each thrust as he flew backwards. Swinging his hips forward dangerously until he feared the head would slip out of him then back down to the base with a moan. What he would do to have a man, a woman, pinning him down right now. To pick him up out of this tub and slam him down onto the bed.

To have arms holding his hands up above his head with fingers digging into his wrists. To have them fuck him into the bed with hips pounding at him as he wailed and squirmed. To be pinned so tightly down that he could hardly breathe properly. To be driven to an orgasm again and again until he was tender the next morning. When wiping after using the bathroom had tears pricking at his eyes from the sensitivity. He wanted someone, anyone, to fuck him. If it meant he could get some of this out of his system, then God, he'd take it.

Panting raggedly as he listened to the slick squelches of the lube and dildo rubbing together with the wet slap of his skin hitting the wall had him shuddering. Acted as shots of heat raking up his back leaving him breathless as he clawed at the smooth porcelain of the wall. Rubbing desperately at his engorged clit with a keening whimper leaving him. Please, please, please! He just needed to come! Just once was all he needed. It had his clit damn near pulsing with its throbs beneath his rubbing fingers.

Was that the problem? He lifted his fingers up to his mouth where he lapped at the pads of his fingers as he jerked his hips backwards with that eager desperation. Tasting himself on them with a moan tearing out of him as he lapped once, twice, over them with shaking pants. Then his hand was diving back down towards his throbbing clit. Whimpering at how much better that felt as he rubbed in tight circle against the swollen thing. Like with his nipples it felt hard beneath his fingers. Like a pebble. It was so hard.

He was so fucking wet he could feel something dripping down to the tops of his inner thighs. Lube? Or his own wetness? It was hard to tell as he jerked himself back. Bouncing thrusts as he rocked on his knees that had him moaning out desperately because he was getting so close, so close, so close. That orgasm was twisting into his lower stomach as his inner walls spasmed and clenched tightly around his toy desperately. As if trying to wring it dry of some faceless, voiceless partner of his behind him.

It had his moaning increasing in volume in his tinny bathroom and God knows he couldn't help feeling shameful. Feeling embarrassed at how close he was getting already but he was boiling. Burning him up with each back-and-forth rock on his knees with slick squelches ringing out in the bathroom deafeningly. His inner walls clenched tighter, tighter, tighter the higher that orgasm clawed up within him. It had the speed and pace of his racing pants as his lashes trembled on his cheeks with hips jerking back and forth desperately.

Eagerly hunting down that orgasm when he slid his fingers down from his clit through the wet folds of skin. So close, so close, so close. Please, please, please. He just needed to come and God it was so fucking close, and he just needed to get over that damn hill. He was so fucking close he could taste it as he slammed himself forward and back eagerly as he rubbed at his clit. He was so fucking close he could taste it. It was downright painful as he twisted and squirmed with huffing pants. Oh, please, please, he just needed-!

"Oh! Oh, oh, ohhhh! God, yes! Please, please, please! Mmm! Fuck!" Gasping, his voice was airy. Reedy. Loud in the silence of his bathroom save for the slap of his ass hitting the wall melting with the slick squelches as he dripped shamelessly. Fucking himself with such shamelessness on his dildo as he began to yank and push himself with the use of the shower wall when he gasped. "Ah! Lil' more! I just nee- Mmmm! Li-Like that! Ah! Ah, ah, ah! Gonna cum! Gotta cu-cummmmm! Need it! Ne-Need it, need it bad!"

Desperate.

He could hear it in his airy, pleading sound as he whispered to himself. Deafeningly loud in the quiet of his bathroom as he snapped his hips back desperately on the toy. His fingers rubbing in quick circles over his throbbing clit as he chased after the hot spark forming in his stomach. Teetering on that line of an orgasm but he wasn't falling over it. Not yet. He was so fucking close it was painful. It had him whimpering with tears pricking at his eyes as he jerked his hips back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.

Digging his knees into the wet floor of his shower as he rode the dildo with a renewed fervor. What did he need? Ohh, he need to get over the edge he teetered on? He needed someone to hear that silent plea. Someone to come and scoop him up, bend him over and fuck him. He needed someone to love. Someone to curl up with. Someone that would pin his hands above his head and pound his air out of him. His words, his thoughts, the coherent words. He needed something hot and throbbing inside of him.

He needed, needed, needed someone to swirl their finger around his clit just like he was. And yet with his eyes closed he could imagine someone else's hands on him. Imagine someone else's fingers were rubbing at his clit. The throbbing of that bundle of nerves and his inner walls could serve as someone else's throbbing inside of him. What did he want? A high, feminine voice speaking lowly at him? To have sharp, manicure hands cracked down on his thighs and ass with croons as he was called a good boy?

Or a deep, masculine voice calling him it as he was pounded into the bed? He couldn't tell which he wanted more other than he wanted. What if it was a low voice like that black-haired man's? God, he'd been so awkward, but that voice gave him chills with its apathetic edge to it. He jerked his hips backwards eagerly as he kept up his tight swirls against his clit. Gasping, panting, whimpering. God, Nemuri was right. He needed this. Needed, needed, needed it just like any other basic need that he had been neglected.

That he'd ignored for that desperate need to be a good father. He couldn't forsake one for the other. He wanted someone so badly he didn't care what the nature of their relationship was like. And the thought of having a deep voice in his ear? Growling he was such a good boy? Taking all those fucking inches in his tight little hole with two more to fill up? To be covered in the juices of some faceless woman's come as he lapped at wet folds while she moaned above him? Holding onto thighs squeezing his head?

Being pushed between thighs to suck someone off with snapping groans flying out in those deep itches? It was all he wanted. And maybe, maybe, maybe it was the horny ramblings of his feverish mind, but it worked. Thoughts to get him off that he wanted. Wanted it so fucking bad. Oh, oh, oh, it had him shouting with his hand threatening to slip off of the shower wall. Threatening to topple him over but he couldn't focus because he was hot, hot, hot. It didn't matter because he was flying over that edge.

Gasping before stiffening up as his thighs shook with their frantic clench as his abdomen muscles flexed when he was gasping. He was coming, coming, coming and he couldn't take it as his eyes rolled back behind his shut eyelids as lashes fluttered on his lashes. Stiffening with a shake as he howled out with fingers moving frantically over his throbbing clit eagerly. Shouting, wailing, babbling to himself with a rush of tingles rushing up his shaking thighs as that orgasm exploded into him with a surprising intensity.

A strangling burst of white-hot heat that cracked over him in a choking wave that had him wailing. Yes! Yes, yes, yes! The sound of his own voice howling out as he struggled to breathe around the throbbing of his clit and his inner walls. Clenching, squeezing, around the toy desperately as if it was something that could produce semen. As if he could make it come with him. The white-hot heat raking him over coals made breathing so hard. Breathing impossible without fanning that white-hot heat again, again, again

He felt a jet of liquid squirt past his fingertips when he slid them down slightly Shaking. Stiff. He couldn't breathe around those white-hot waves as he caught the quiet splatter on the tubs floor as he shook. Rocking his hips as he clenched around that toy with his ass pressed tightly to the wall with his shaking hand holding onto the wall in front of him desperately. Gasping, choking, panting. He was so hot, so hot, so hot. It was a heat to rival that feverish, lustful heat but God if that white-hot heat wasn't agonizing.

If it didn't feel fucking amazing. Ohhhhh, he'd forgotten how fucking good it is to orgasm so hard. Oh, it was fucking amazing! He caught a croaked sound leaving his throat as his hips rocked through that orgasm that was leaving him gasping in that white-hot state. Unbearable. Too much, too much, too much. Not enough, not enough, not enough. Moaning, groaning, whining and whimpering. Mewling through his orgasm as he kept himself pressed tightly to the wall as his legs shook under him from the force.

The throbs beneath his fingers. Around the dildo. It had him breathless when finally, finally, finally his orgasm was rushing out of him leaving him slumping forward with his forehead coming to rest on the back of his hand. Sweat dripping down his cheek and the side of his face. Gasping at the sudden exiting rush as his inner walls fluttered and spasmed in the aftershocks of his orgasm as he panted raggedly to feed his hungry lungs. Itching for a breath to break up his panting as he gasped urgently for air.

He was sweatier than when he climbed into the tub. Sweatier than he'd been all day. He coaxed himself to move allowing for the dildo to slip out of him with a slick squelch as he lifted his head to press his hot cheek to the tubs edge. He wanted to move. He was hungry for another orgasm. Hungry to go again, again, again and stuff himself full of that magical dildo of his but he found himself standing on shaking legs instead. Stepping cautiously over the rim of his tub when he pushed his glasses up on his nose with a shaking sigh.

Then he shuffled forward with a glance in the mirror. Although lightly fogged up, he caught sight of his reflection in his mirror; the deep, blotchy blush smothering itself over freckled cheeks. The swollen appearance to his bottom lip from the fierce biting and dragging teeth over it. The lowered position of his blonde lashes. The wide expanse of his pupils rendering green irises to rings of colors that made them look bigger. Bottomless. The blotchy blush that stung in the tips of his ears and spread down to his collar bone.

He looked like a mess. Not at all as one would look when stepping out of the bath. Turning away from the sight of himself, he reached out to pick his wine bottle up and glass with a shuddering exhale. God, it wasn't what he'd wanted his bath to be but fuck if it wasn't good. If it didn't leave him exhilarated at the shake of his legs as he padded towards the bathroom door. It was like a reminder that he was indeed a man. That despite him ignoring it for so long that he did have those physical desires. Just like any other man.

And as he held onto the handle, he couldn't help but reflect on the advice given to him. He should live his life. When was the last time he went on a dating app? When was the last hookup he had? He twisted the knot then tugged the door open to step into his bedroom. He had options. He had friends to take the boys; he didn't have to do this alone. And that orgasm meant so much more to him than he realized. He placed his wine and wine glass on the bedside table before falling forward onto his bed.

Whining when he felt the fluttering spasms of his inner walls clamping down. He crawled into place on his bed when he found himself staring up at his ceiling in a daze. Panting shakily with the aftershocks of his orgasm fluttering through his lower half when he caught the ping of his phone. Later. He had much to think about going forward but he wanted this time to himself. Swallowing, his shaking hands then slid down to his waist. His hips when he bit at his lip. Surely, one more time wouldn't hurt, would it?