"So let me get this right. You want me to tickle you with this feather?"
"Yeah!"
"And then you want me to, just, tickle you like I always do?"
"Mhmm! You got it right, baby! That's exactly what I want you to do!"
Dark eyes flickered over his face with that incredulous scrutiny that Hizashi recognized from the afternoon he'd asked to try watersports. An incredulous look that tried to see if he was joking with Shouta somehow yet he remained steadfast in his request. Steadfast in his resolve to try this. It was no secret that he was overly ticklish. It was one of the things his husband had always seemed to delight in tormenting him with during their later days of dating when the black-haired man became comfortable.
When he would be yanked into his husband's lap with hands dancing along his sides with that wicked smirk curled over full lips. The delight that sparkled in dark eyes as he twisted and shrieked in his lap with laughter until tears were dripping down his cheeks from the intensity. When he was pinned down by his husband with hands targeting his throat and sides with that wicked sparkle as he squirmed and kicked uselessly at him. He wasn't sure who adored the delight in their tickling more; himself or Shouta.
He loved it when he was tugged into his lap for once where his ticklish points were teased lightly until he was a squirming, giggling mess in his husband's grasp. When he was shrieking when he was pinned down to the bed with hands attacking his sides and throat mercilessly. When he was howling with laugher as tears gathered in his eyes while Shouta cackled like a damn mad man above him as he bucked and twisted. Trying to throw him off so he could breathe without fingers tormenting his sensitive spots.
To get a breath that wouldn't fly out on another burst of laughter. It was amazing how many times those "tickle fights" as his husband called them led to a tender moment. Ended in lips pressing to his in breathless kisses broken up by snickers and giggles from the both of them. On the rare mornings when he wasn't up before his husband it wasn't uncommon to have fingers targeting the sole of his foot to tickle him awake. They were moments he absolutely adored finding himself in with his husband.
When he'd come into the living room with Eri shrieking and giggling in his lap as he nuzzled his cheek to hers. When she was trying to target his husband's throat for tickles only to fall when she was swung up into his arms with that wide, Totoro-esque smirk curled over his husband's lips. Tickling was something his husband seemed to love to indulge in with him and Eri when he was in that playful mood. God knows he loved the sound of his husband's laughter when he turned that ruthless tickling on his husband.
When he had the black-haired man sprawled out beneath him as he attacked his back and sides, his throat and armpits until he was roaring with laughter. Shouta's laugh was undoubtedly a contagious, joyful sound he couldn't get enough of. Deep and booming with snorts peppered through and wild cackles that had it crackling was his laugh. Contagious, adorable, and he loved the sound of it more than anything. It was the type of belly laugh that could easily get others to join in on when it was heard.
God knows it was hard for him not to break down into laughter when Shouta was roaring with it as he tickled those sensitive areas until tears formed on black lashes. Glistening in dark eyes as his face flushed from the intensity of his laughter with hands and feet pushing at him. However, the last time he'd attempted to tickle his husband silly he'd been kicked off of the bed and ended up with a bruise on his sternum for the rest of the week that ached when he bent over. It was the least of his worries, however.
But tickling always seemed to be his husband's way of getting some type of petty revenge on him. In getting those breathless kisses that always lead to wandering hands. To clothes being removed as the adrenaline pumping got them both far more worked up than either would admit out loud. Tickle fights ending in his husband trapped in his lap as he bounced himself giddily. When he was already so flushed from the struggle it was hard to determine if the blush on his face was from that or the arousal.
When he was so breathless from the tickling as he pounded into his husband his head spun. It was by far his favorite thing when he was thrown into one of those tickle fights by his husband or when they were "wrestling" only for it to turn into more. It was his favorite thing when he had Shouta pinned in his lap as he pushed off the bed with his feet to bounce himself. When black locks were clinging to his sweaty skin with giggles spilling out of himself from the residual effects of that tickling from his husband.
The occasional breathless laugh to melt into one of those shiver worthy moans from him. When his head would fall back to which he would nip and kiss playfully at his exposed throat until the man was squirming. Twisting in his grasp with shaking legs pushing off the bed with arms wrapped around him tightly. Tickling, he had found, always lead to something good. Always got his blood pumping when Shouta was on top of him with hands tickling and touching him with such ruthlessness. Merciless in their targeted spots.
It was a damn delight each time the black-haired man was turning to him with hands seeking out those spots. The delight sparkling in those dark eyes before and afterwards was always something that got his heart jumping in his chest. When he had the black-haired man heaving in breaths next to him like his life depended on it was the absolute best. And yet what he loved the most was tickling his husband while he was inside of him. Oh, it did magical things for them both when they were intertwined like that.
God knows his husband never complained. In the days after their play with the anal beads, he swore his husband never glowed more. Something that he'd had to admire from afar throughout the week but despite that fatigue, his husband had been absolutely radiate with that delight of his. Two weeks of hectic schedules packed tight would have any couple taking the time they had when they got it together. Would cherish it. He was more than happy to spend his weekend wrapped up with Shouta anyway he could get him.
To cuddle, hug, and clutch the black-haired man closer to him. It was on Saturday following their play with the anal beads that one of these tickle fights occurred. A late night venture after his shower when he'd put his lotion on, tingling from the heat of the shower, did Shouta seem all too playful. Not at all tired as his husband naturally was after his long patrol that afternoon which he had thought strange yet hadn't questioned. It was only when hands had danced along his sides did, he understand the playful mood his husband was in.
A rare event for the black-haired man and for as long as he'd known the man, he wasn't going to squander it. Shouta wasn't the tickling, playful type of man but when he was in that mood? Oh, it was something he cherished more than anything. And after such a scalding shower leaving him sensitive? With fingers dancing along his sides and targeting his throat? Well, could anyone blame him for getting worked up? For finding it hot when Shouta had bitten his lip to muffle his own laughter before giving in?
When he'd been writhing, bucking, squirming beneath him with hands yanking him closer? That he gave in without a second thought and dived headfirst into sex with his husband? Gave in to the desires that were bubbling to the surface when that longing was coming into play in the hours they spent apart? What if he didn't think before giving them both what they wanted? God, it had left him breathless with that woozy spinning sensation when his husband was huffing next to him before turning to curl into his hold.
It was as he laid there with the lights off, his hearing aids out and Shouta snoring into his chest in a matter of minutes did he have time to wonder. To think about it. Begin to question if the tickling and the arousal had some type of bridge. Some type of connection for him. If there were any corresponding points between them that got him so excited as they did. For years he had chalked it up to the exhilaration of being tickled. The pumping adrenaline and merely how flushed his husband got from tha exertion.
The sparkling, wicked joy he hardly saw on the black-haired man with that playfulness that came to the surface rarely. It was with this in mind that, once his patrol was over, he'd jumped in the shower before sprawling out on their bed. Texting his husband out of curiosity to see if he had the time to text. If he could get a bite of a conversation before turning to his laptop to open up that private browser. Preparing himself to go down that rabbit whole the best he could when he came across a single term that flooded his screen.
Knismolagnia. While he had written tickling down on their list, he hadn't thought there would be something related to it. from what he had read, is a tickling fetish that relies on the party being tickle giving their permission for it to be done to them. It was also known, as he had scrolled, as consensual tickling which was rather aweing to him that there was a name for it. While he wished he could say that he had not a clue he had a fetish let alone kinks in the past he knew it wasn't all white and black in that aspect of life.
But it wasn't at all surprising given how many of those tickle fights ended with sex. How tightly wound up he got that only served rile up Shouta. Of course, given how busy they both were, it was hard to merely bring it up in the few moments they had alone. When those moments were filled with kisses, and holding that flushed face in his hands to admire his husband for a moment. Stolen snippets that kept him going when the workload threatened to crush him. When the exhaustion threatened to knock him off of his feet.
He'd felt awful when he woke Tuesday morning to find his husband had sent him a few texts he'd missed due to his crashing after he took his shower. When he'd shown up with the coffee in hand for his husband, he'd apologized. Had babbled at his husband when the black-haired man tried to soothe his apologies away. To soothe him enough to keep him calm throughout the day when the black-haired man took the time to ask him if he had anything he wanted in mind for the bedroom. From off of their list.
And he found that damn breaking without a second thought. Much like how his husband had in the car during their lunch break when he'd said double penetration with that stoic set to his shoulder. His gaze dared him to balk. He had been far too interested in it to not at least bring it up with his husband once in passing yet it had gotten him that glow of curiosity in his husband who promised when they had time to talk about it that they would. That time came to them this afternoon with schedules open for once.
A Friday afternoon where neither was rushing off to take a patrol for once in the three weeks since they started this hectic schedule where he'd laid out everything, he'd been reading over the past three days. Passing along the information and tidbits his husband It was eerily similar to it, but the black-haired man had looked fascinated if not a bit confused. Like he did right now. Those dark eyes flickered over his face trying to read his expression when he dragged his teeth over his lip before biting down.
This was a rather simplistic choice of his compared to the others that had been made so far and the ones to be chosen going forward. He knew his husband wasn't against it but rather curious. He could see it in his gaze when the black-haired man shifted slightly causing the comforter beneath them to shift when he then released the bite on his lip to take a deep breath before pushing off to stand from his place at the end of their bed. "If it's too weird-"
"Is it, like, a kink thing?" He blinked at the black-haired man when he watched spots of color bloom over his cheeks before spreading into that familiar blush when his husband shifted. Eyes darting away from him when his hand lifted to scratch at his cheek. "Just- I want to know if it's something I've been triggering without meaning too, you know? I mean, is that why every time you're tickled when its just us that it ends with sex? Or something else?"
"Well, baby, knismolagnia is a consenting tickling thing and more of a fetish than it is a kink but I mean it's still something we can try! Something we can do and have fun with, you know?" There was another glimmer of that curiosity in his husband's gaze when he then rocked on his heels before turning to walk backwards to the dresser. "And no, you never triggered anything without meaning too! When you're hearts racing and you're so close to me, don't you get a little hot under the collar too?"
"Okay, for one, never say "hot under the collar" to me again, you hear me? It makes you sound like some kind of old man and it is so unbelievably off-putting if that's all I hear while I'm doing this." He snorted when the black-haired man then grinned tightly at him. "But this is by far the least weird thing you've asked me to do. I can handle tickling you and it leading to sex which it does about fifty percent of the time, you know! So what do you want me to tickle you with first? My hands?"
"I was thinking we could reuse that feather I have in the drawer that I used on you during our sensory play last year, remember? I thought it'd be fun to start off that way before upgrading to hands!" Jumping when his ass hit the edge of the dresser, he smiled softly at the black-haired man which had that tight grind softening slightly. "Are you okay with that? I know you've had a long day and the past three weeks have been exhausting for the both of us so if you don't have the energy tell me, yeah?"
"I think I handle it, Zashi. I'm not so exhausted that I can't handle a round of sex with you before you go running off to the radio station." God, the sight of that soft smile had his heart skipping wildly in his chest. It was a sweet, crooked tilt to full lips that held that old shyness to it; a sweetness to get his stomach fluttering with those metaphorical butterflies. "If you have the energy before you go to work tonight then I'm more than happy to try this with you."
"Then I think it's a done deal! Don't be afraid with the feather or your hands, okay? The point is to have fun tonight before I drag our ass into the shower with me!" Winking playfully at the black-haired man earned him an eye roll with fluttering black lashes when he turned to lift the cable box up to grab at the small key beneath it. Slipping it into the lock to twist with a light metallic click when he tugged open the drawer with a hum. Reaching in for that old feather, he brushed it over his palm and fingers.
Still soft. Velvety.
Turning to his husband with the feather in hand, he paused to shut drawer with his hip before turning to Shouta who stood up with a groan when he caught the pops of his knee and back to which he raised his brows when the black-haired man twisted slowly side to side with a few more cracks ringing out. Sighing out, his husband then held his hand out for the feather with a raised brow. "I won't be. Now, why don't you strip off and we can get started? I don't want to rush sex before you go into work but I don't want it-"
"To feel paced and not like a quickie. I know, baby, trust me I understand the last few times have felt like quickies but it won't be! I promise, we'll make this as drawn as we can before I have to get ready for work! Would it be better if I set an alarm? Let us known after when I gotta get ready?" He watched full lips purse slightly with dark eyes flicking over his face before darting away. "But we have a few hours before that, baby, before Eri comes home and before I gotta get ready. "
"I know. I can't wait for all this work to be done with so we can fucking breathe again and enjoy taking things slow again. I feel like I've barely seen you the past three weeks and it's awful, you know that? And even when we're having sex it feels rushed. Fast. Like it did when you were healing from your piercings, 'member? I don't want sex to feel like that." Hands then reached out with fingers curling for him to come forward to which he happily rushed forward as eyes locked onto him again.
"I know, Sho, but just think that this is all gonna be worth it! I know I say it again and again but it will!" Leaning down, he pressed a kiss to the top of his husband's head with wild black curls brushing against his cheeks when hands slid along his waist before tugging at the hem of his shirt. "But why don't you strip with me, hmm? Enjoy the next few hours with me before I have to go running of? Feel good with me for a while?"
Oh, he caught a flicker of that heat in those dark eyes when hands squeezed at his waist fiercely with thumbs rolling circles just above the waistband of his pants. And then that soft, sweetly shy smile curled over his husband's full lips with that crooked hitch that had the left side curling higher than the right. "Yeah. Yeah, I think I can deal with having a few hours to feel good with you, Zashi. And I suppose I can afford to give you some pampering before and after work for you."
"That's my boy!"
Oh, it had his heart jumping at the sparkle to his husband's gaze as he swore that blush deepened before his very eyes when the feather was then plucked out of his hand. Brows raising at him silently when he chuckled before stepping back out of his husband's hold. Reaching down, he grabbed fistful of the hem of his shirt into his hands before flipping it up over his head with the cool air attacking his skin. Shivering at the coolness, he tugged his arms out of the sleeves then tugged the fabric up over his head.
Blonde locks then began slipping through the neckline of his shirt. Tossing it off to the side as his hair fell in a heap down his back, he found an intensity to his husband's gaze; a heat that had his heart skipping in his chest. A desire flickering there that had his stomach fluttering when he felt that flicker of heat under his skin when he curled his fingers over the waistband of his pants before coaxing them down from his hips. Working them down his thighs quickly before letting them pool around his ankles.
Stepping out of them quickly, he flicked them off to the side next to his shirt when he stepped towards the bed with knees pressing to the bed. Climbing up onto it as it dipped from his weight, he felt the light drag of the feather along his side to which he jumped. Squirming when he flipped around into a sitting position to find his husband's standing up. That wicked, manic Totoro-esque smirk beginning to curl over full lips when his husband put the feather down. Reaching down to grab at the hem of his shirt.
Flipping it up, he found himself in awe at the familiar sight of that toned stomach that he knew was much softer than it looked. Tracing his happy trail down to the waistband of his pants where it disappeared beneath it before lifting his gaze up to the curls of hair covering his chest. Broad set shoulders with nipples perking up much like his own in response to the cooler air of the bedroom. Black locks slipping through the neckline when it was tossed off to the side with his clothes as wild locks fell around his husband's flushed face.
Brushing over his shoulders when hands then dropped down to his pants to work them down from his hips. Leaving his boxers on, much like himself, as he admired the sight of his husband's legs being revealed inch by inch. Softly scarred skin he could kiss, touch, hold for hours. Trace the shapes of scars that he knew like the back of his hand much to his delight. Hands planted onto the bed as Shouta stepped out of his pants once they dropped down to his ankles. They were then kicked away rather quickly.
The black-haired man then climbed up onto the bed; grabbing the feather on his way up when he laid back onto his elbows. Biting at his cheek at the flicker of heat flashing beneath his skin in response to that wicked heat in his husband's gaze. The smirk curled over those full lips that promised to wreak havoc on him. It had his heart breaking into a spring when he grinned back at the black-haired man when he settled down next to him. Head tilting slightly, black locks spilling over his left shoulder.
The black hoops he'd changed his studs out for glistened in the light in a sleek wink. The feather twirled idly in his fingers before it drifted over his flushed cheek; over the bridge of his nose, tapping at the tip of it, before tracing the shape of his lips lightly giving him that faint ticklish sensation. Lifting up to tap against his eyebrow before curving down the side of his face in a caress that then drifted over his jaw before dipping downwards. Tracing beneath it before drifting it playfully down his throat to get him squirming.
Brushing and swirling over the side of his neck, his throat, tearing a giggle out of him when the black-haired man continued to tickle his throat. Doing so until he was ducking his chin down to pin the feather beneath it. Instead, Shouta moved it quickly down towards his chest with those playful flicks and swirls as they traced along his chest to which he squirmed when he caught that playful sparkle to his husband's gaze. Already, he was enjoying it more than him as that feather danced over his chest lightly.
Then it began drifting over his nipple lightly before swirling outwards to trace the rim of his areola. Tapping it on the tip of his nipple before brushing over it firmly sending a wave of tingles down to his stomach when it was lifted up. Drifting over his chest where it repeated that same tracing of his left areola. Brushing across it in playful flicks, he watched the tip of the feather swirling over his areola before brushing over his nipple playfully. The tip swirling around it before brushing outwards with playful flicks.
Moving towards the center of his chest again through the blonde curls covering it. God, when was the last time he'd waxed his chest? Sometime last year? In the beginning of their first challenge? He'd stopped at the request of Shouta's, but he had kept up with waxing his armpits out of sheer convenience. He hardly touched his legs, and he could groom his pubic hair on his own, but he'd stopped waxing his chest when Shouta asked. He had waxed his chest for years with bouts in between when he'd let it grow out happily.
Only waxing it when Shouta would complain about it when they slept skin to skin. The feather swirled against his chest before brushing down towards his stomach in a ticklish path to get him squirming with muscles jumping in a vicious quiver. It had another giggle bursting out of him in response as that feather brushed over his stomach causing the muscles to quiver again when the tip of the feather circled his belly button. Brushing down to follow along the waistband of his boxers along his lower stomach.
The feather was then brushed over the dips of his hips before streaking up over his side to which he squirmed. He had waxed his chest for years with bouts in between when he'd let it grow out only to wax it when Shouta would complain about it when they slept skin to skin. The feather swirled against his chest before brushing down towards his stomach in a ticklish path to get him squirming with muscles jumping in a vicious quiver. It had another giggle bursting out of him as that feather brushed over his stomach.
Causing the muscles to quiver again when the tip of the feather circled his belly button. Brushing down to follow along the waistband of his boxers, the feather brushed over the dips of his hips before streaking up over his side to which he squirmed. It wasn't nearly as intense as Shouta's hands but rather it had him squirming at the tingles it sent fanning under his skin with those flickers of heat. The playful sparkle in that heated gaze with his husband so close he swore he could see the pupils expanding in that dark color.
Beautiful. His husband looked absolutely beautiful, and they weren't anywhere near sex. Nowhere near it yet the black-haired man had him riveted. Focused on the blush spreading down to color his collar bones. The smirk curling over his lips with the playful sparkle in those dark eyes that had his heart jumping in his chest wildly. He loves it; absolutely loves that look on his husband when the feather swept along his side again to get him squirming. He pressed his head back to the bed when the feather swirled along his waist.
Over his lower stomach before flying up it to follow his happy trail moving up, up, up towards his throat where it brushed over it in playful swirls. Tracing the shape of his Adam's Apple. The shape of his jaw just below it. Targeting along his throat to get his head ducking again, giggling at that light touch when that feather then brushed over his shoulder towards his upper arm. He lifted them up at that silent request allowing the tip of that feather to trace down the underneath of his upper arm towards his armpit.
And he squirmed while giggling when the black-haired man chuckled softly under his breath when that feather streaked down his side towards his waist. Tingles raced under his skin leaving him flushed as they pooled into his stomach with a pressure twisting into his lower stomach. An ache kicking to life that had his thighs pressing together slightly when Shouta trailed that feather down his side before streaking forward along his waist. He glanced up to find teeth biting down on that full lower lip with a look of concentration.
He squirmed beneath that drifting feather as it traced the shape of softer scars littered over his own skin when the black-haired man. Then he brushed the feather over his stomach playfully to get the muscles quivering under that feather. It had him thrumming with that excitement; a current under his skin that had him writhing with those giggles flying out of him. Loud in the quiet of their room when Shouta brushed the feather down along his thigh with the tip of that feather skimming along his inner thigh.
That silent request for them to spread open wider for him. To target the areas that had him squirming again with the blanket rustling beneath his twisting when his dick twitched at the heat, he saw flickering in his husband's gaze. Flashing beneath his own skin to sink down along his bones when that feather was curving to target the backs of his thighs before curving up. Brushing over his covered crotch with a purposeful caress that had his feet digging into the mattress as he let his thighs twitched apart.
That feather came swirling up over his skin with that playfulness. Up to tap at the tip of his nose before brushing it over his flushed face to get him giggling at the black-haired man. He was thrumming with that excitement when he tried turning his face away from the brushing feather only to have it dip down to target his throat again, to which he squirmed in response only to have the feather being tossed off to the side. And much to his delight, Shouta was then crawling forward with a grin as he swung a leg over him.
Straddling his waist with the bed dipping from the weight of his knees. That sparkle to his gaze had his breath catching when fingers were immediately targeting the sides of his neck and his throat to get him shrieking with laughter at the much firmer touch. Was it firm? Or had the few minutes of that drifting feather changed his perception? He had not a clue when Shouta's fingers were wiggling against his throat as he ducked his head down to pin them there with giggles bursting out of him shrilly. Deafening.
They worked their way free where they then targeted his armpits to which he yanked his arms down with a shriek. Hands then began to dance up and down his sides as he squirmed beneath the black-haired man when he shrieked out again with laughter. His head throwing itself back to the bed which only invited hands to fly back up to target the area as he writhed beneath the man. Bucking his hips up uselessly to nudge the weight off of him as laughter roared out of him with smaller hiccups of sound leaving him.
It was strangely cathartic having the laughter wrung out of him by his husband. So much stress had built up he couldn't remember the last time he and Shouta had time for something as mundane as this. Fingers attacked his neck and throat ruthlessly before diving down when he ducked his chin quickly to stop it only to have his husband's hands dancing along his sides. Curving down to target his back when he dared to arch from it as tears pricked at his eyes from the intensity of his laughter already.
He could feel his cheeks burning uncomfortably hot as he writhed beneath the man with shrieks of laughter spilling out of him. He'd have thought they'd play with the feather longer but God, he didn't mind it. Not one bit. Squirming beneath his husband, he bucked his hips again which had the black-haired man snickering above him as hands continued their ruthless attack on his sides. Ducking into his armpits where he howled with laughter breathlessly when Shouta ducked his head down under his chin.
Nuzzling into his throat, he shrieked when the black-haired man blew a raspberry into the sensitive area as he bucked wildly beneath him. Wheezing with his laughter before snorting much to his embarrassment but another raspberry was blown into his throat again. Distracting him as he screeched with laughter when he bucked his hips up again. He could hear Shouta snickering into his throat before he was blowing another of those raspberries into his skin to which he twisted. Squirming restlessly with hips bucking up.
Shrieking with laughter, he thrusted up again when Shouta jerked his lower half down to pin his hips to the bed when his head shifted with teeth nibbling playfully at his earlobe as hands dipped beneath to target his back. His sides and armpits. Anywhere the black-haired man knew his ticklish spots was where those hands darted too. Oh, it was everything he wanted for so damn long. His husband being playful like this was rare and he absolutely adores it. He fucking loves it and he had missed it.
He giggled at the careful nibble of the shell of his ear as his hands flew down to grip onto his husband's forearms tightly as they danced over his sides. The low snickers and chuckles in his ear had him writhing with that heat burning uncomfortably in his cheeks. Tears pricking in the corners of his eyes as he heaved in for air only for it to fly out of him on another laugh. Another wheezing shriek as nails grazed his nails over his skin with those tickling fingers as he twisted. He could hear the quiet hitch to his husband's breathing.
The force on his lower half was reinforced to pin him down to the bed. It had his hips wriggling, bucking, only to be pinned down. He knew he could break free. Knew he could flip over and pin down the snickering man above him. Take the control from him but he didn't want to. If anything, it was far hotter being pinned down at his husband's mercy while he shrieked with laughter. It was what made it so fun. It was something that made him absolutely giddy as he was tickled until he couldn't breathe properly.
He bucked up again when he felt tears streaking down his temples as Shouta's fingers attacked his waist before hands crawled up his sides. Teeth bit sharply at the shell of his ear then, a click of jewelry hitting off of them was deafening when lips fluttered in a light kiss near his hearing aid. His husband raised his head up then to pepper his hot cheek in kisses when a tear was smeared by those full lips. And yet through it his husband refused to give him a break from that attack of fingers dancing over his skin.
Over those ticklish point when he screamed out with laughter before tightening his grasp on his husband's forearms to pull his hands away with the half gasped plea leaving him through the laughter. Begging for a break. For air. He could hardly understand himself when Shouta pulled back with that sparkling heat to his gaze when he came back down to press kisses over his red cheek in a flurry. He squeezed at his forearms when his husband moved from his straddled position across the bed towards the bedside table.
No doubt to get the condom and lube for them when the drawer slid open with a light rattle of the items within hitting off of the sides of the drawers. Heaving in shaking, fast breaths, he rolled his head lazily over the bed to watch his husband as the wipes were placed down. The golden wrapper of the condom shining at him with the lube in hand when Shouta snapped the drawer shut. His breaths were evening out somewhat with a tremor to them when the black-haired man glanced over his shower before turning to him.
And that wicked smirk made its reappearance when the condom and lube were placed on the pillow. And then his husband pounced on him with hands reaching out to attack his sides and waist again causing his quirk to activate briefly a shriek of laughter that had the smirking man wincing. And yet, despite that wince, those hands didn't pause once in their attack on his sides and armpits when he could to them. Twisting and squirming beneath his husband as he roared with laughter leaving him breathless.
Giddy when the black-haired man finally began to join in. Oh, that deep, booming belly laugh of his had his pounding heart skipping as he threw his head back which only invited hands to jump up. The snorts, the cackles, in his husband's laughter was so contagious. It had him laughing all the harder with tears pricking on his lashes as he writhed beneath him. Thrusting up to buck him off only to have his husband pin him down when he dipped his head into his throat to blow another raspberry into it.
Oh, it had him laughing harder than anything as tears streaked down his temples to wet his hair. His glasses would be smeared with tiny spots from his tears, he knew that was inevitable, but it was hardly minded. He squirmed again with hips bucking up as he shrieked. It had the black-haired man laughing into his throat with vibrations to get him writhing over the blanket as it rustled. His hair rubbing over the blanket was loud when the black-haired man attempted to give another raspberry only for it to fizzle out with a laugh.
The sheer delight being shared between one another as he writhed beneath him. Squirming in unison with his husband when he bucked up causing his husband to bounce up lightly into the air. The laughter leaving his husband choked off before wheezing out of him. A breathless cackle that had him roaring with laughter when hands pulled away from his sides allowing him to gasp in when Shouta pulled away from his throat. Snorting with his laughter, he opened his eyes for a watery view above him.
The sight of his husband smirking down at him. The sparkle in his gaze along with the flush of the slight exertion when he noticed the watery sheen to those sparkling dark eyes. He looked absolutely beautiful. And then, then, then his head was dipping down with smirking lips pressing down onto his as he giggled breathlessly. Pulling apart with a laugh when his husband produced that feather again to tap at the tip of his nose before tracing over his cheeks lightly. God, he loves this man! Loves his more than anything.
It had him laughing out only to have it end on a manic giggle when those smiling lips came down on his again for an awkward kiss. It was so hard to stop smiling when he was giggling. When Shouta was snickering and snorting above him with that same delight when he reached up to slide his hands along his husband's waist. Kneading at him when that gaze sparkled down at him when his husband leaned back in with those full, plush lips pressing against his. Warm. A bit chapped from his picking at them.
No doubt due to stress but God if they didn't feel good against his as he giggled. Moving his lips with Shouta's, he did his best to keep that smile off of his lips. The quiet brush of their moving lips when the bed dipped from his husband's braced hand pressing into the mattress. Pressed down to keep his hips from jumping up from the mattress again was by far the best thing. Amazing. Warm, jagged breaths fanned over his cheek when Shouta let out a sharp sigh as lips curved to fit and mold against his.
Felt his own melting to shape comfortably with Shouta's when he let out another sigh of his own that ended with yet another giggle. Sliding his hands along the black-haired man's waist allowed him to admire the warmth gathering beneath his palms and fingers. The brush of his palms moving over dry skin was deafening in the quiet of the bedroom. Mixing with the brush of their moving lips as they fitted together comfortably as he felt that urge to smile fading in favor of moving his lips with Shouta's.
In earning himself another caress of those plush, full lips against his own as breaths wavered over his hot cheek. His chest heaved with his own uneven breaths from the laughing fit as he hummed quietly when he tugged at his husband's waist slightly. It earned him a slide of those hips down against him, much to his delight, in a rub that had his toes curling to the blankets with a firmer press. It had his pounding heart skipping in his chest as Shouta's lips moved in time with his own with a smack coming intermittently.
Breaking up the brushing of lips moving together. A hand slid down his side to which he couldn't help a reflexive giggle at the tingles fanning under his skin to pool into his stomach. Feeding the ache that had been starting before Shouta had climbed on top of him to tickle him silly. He happily moved his lips with Shouta's; a perfect fit that had him all too happy to keep his lips pressed firmly to his. Quick, breathless kisses when he felt Shouta's hips sliding against him again in another rub that had a shiver racing up his back.
Arching his hips up towards the black-haired man with an idle grind up against him when he got another of rub as his husband moved his hips. It had him shuddering with an encouraging hum as he kneaded at his husband's waist when he felt the black-haired man squirm. Adjusting his weight, no doubt, before hips began to move back and forth, back and forth, back and forth as lips slid breathlessly against his in that urgent kiss. It had heat flaring under his skin with that bone-clenching desire twisting into him.
His breath stuttered on an inhale before rushing out sharply. Holding onto his husband as his dick twitched with interest at the drag of Shouta's hips against him. The quiet rustle of boxers rubbing over one another was deafening as he moved his lips with Shouta's giddily with a quiet giggle in the back of his throat making its way out. Swallowing, he kneaded at his husband's waist when he ground himself up in tight circles in time with those dragging slides. Giving him a pressure and friction that had him groaning.
Squirming when his husband pressed his lips harder to his. A quiet insistence to the movement of those lips to which he happily answered in kind as he let that passion bleed into the kisses. The desire, the lust, that had been boiling on a back burner waiting for its acknowledgement over the past few weeks. While sex wasn't completely ignored, it surely wasn't their focal point or on the front burner for their attention. It was an afterthought if they both had the energy for it. If they both had the time for it.
But after their play with anal beads, they'd had sex once last week. It had been something they both had tried to keep up with, but they'd resorted to a few quickies while Shouta had been spending the night away from home. Hand jobs, blowjobs, and that one moment of proper sex last weekend before he'd been roused for his patrol. A frantic, fast type of sex that had left unsatisfied while his husband had damn near shoved him out the door. There had been no time to enjoy that afterglow together when he had to leave.
He'd been swaying on his feet when he came home only to have Shouta join him with hands kneading at him with the loofah. Working through his hair. It felt as if it had been far longer since they'd had sex properly without worrying about piercings or working their asses off. He wanted this like nothing else. Wanted his husband like nothing else. Hips continued their back and forth slide down against him to rub shamelessly against him with a whine tearing out of his husband when he squeezed at his waist.
Shuddering above him when he curved his hands backwards to sweep up his back. While he could happily tickle the man until he was flushed, this was more than enough for him as those breathless kisses left him hot. Burning with heat twisting under his skin when the black-haired man rubbed himself against him to which his dick gave a volley of twitches. Excitement twisting into his chest with its groove with shaking, uneven pants fanning over his uncomfortably hot cheek when he felt that passion being returned.
The desire, the lust, that had his own breaths shaking before racing. He felt awful the past three weeks. As if he was neglecting his husband in this aspect but he knew it was all about finding that time where the fatigue didn't drag them down. When they had the time for it. He knew he repeated it on end, but he knew this would be worth it when their anniversary came around. A huff of a breath fanned over his cheek then when he bucked up with a shuddering breath of his own left him at that amazing rub.
It had him pressing his feet to the bed to arch his hips up giddily as Shouta slid himself back and forth. A giggle burst out of him when fingers slid over his side playfully to get him squirming when the black-haired man snorted as lips moved against his quickly. Breathlessly. It was absolutely perfect. He hardly involved tickling with sex but fuck if it didn't always get him off. If it didn't make the moment all the more tender. Sweet. He moved his lips against those full ones delightedly with that heat sparking up his back.
Blazing hotter with each slide of those hips down against him that rubbed them together with that perfect pressure and friction he'd been wanting to get all day. All week. It had his racing breaths trembling when he slid his hands along his husband's back feeling the muscles flexing and moving beneath them with the movement of those hips. The tickle of wild black locks spilling over his shoulder had him absolutely giddy. The smack of their moving lips quickly crested into a common sound like their breathing.
It broke up the quiet brush of their moving lips when he slid his left hand up. Burying into the chaotic, wild black hair of his husband's only to earn himself a low groan when his husband renewed the downwards push on him to keep his hips down. Grinding, grinding, grinding up against his husband when he moved his right hand from his back to feel out next to them for the lube. Scratching gently at the black-haired man's scalp before pulling at those locks to get his back arching with a keening moan leaving his husband.
He couldn't help but feel victorious when he pulled his hand out of the locks only to get a protesting whimper from Shouta. Ignoring it for the moment, the fingers of his right hand felt out the cool tube next to them which he then picked up to claw at blindly when his dick gave another volley of twitches. A wet drop soaking into his boxers as his husband continued that downwards rub against him. The feel of the black-haired man's dick twitching through the fabric of his boxers had him groaning out lowly.
God, he was thrumming with that excitement and the exhilaration of being tickled mere moments ago as he squirmed beneath his husband with another giggle. Shrill, manic when those fingers danced over his side wickedly to get him squirming. Lips kept their firm press against his with that passionate desire used to get him burning. Smoldering. He clawed the cap of the lube open with a sharp crack where he then squeezed a dollop onto his fingers. Dropping the lube back where he'd found it, he began to quickly spread it.
Loving the breathless whine, it got him from Shouta at the squelch of his actions when lips renewed their hair press against his with those quick slides which he eagerly moved along with. It was by far the best thing in the world. His lips ached faintly but he could happily ignore it as he spread the lube over his fingers. Shuddering when his dick twitched again at that hard drag over it. A rub to get his legs squirming beneath his husband as he pressed his feet firmly to the bed to press his knees up slightly.
Pulling his hands apart, he then reached backwards behind his husband to grab at the waistband of his boxers. Oh, it was a thrill to get that shrill whine of encouragement from his husband when those rubbing slides came to a stop. Changed out for the tight circles to match his own as he slid his hands into his boxers to grab at an ass cheek to pull him apart. Sliding his left hand down, he pressed his fingers against the black-haired man earning himself a sharp inhale when he rubbed at him firmly when he curled his fingers inwards.
Pressing down firmly when he giggled at another targeted attack to his side of those dancing fingers. Squirming beneath his husband in response, he ground his hips up in tight circles as he rubbed at his husband in slick slides when his husband's lips parted against his. Just enough for that tongue to sneak out as the tip of it brushed over his lower lip then flicked at his top. A silent request for him to open up. It had him all too happy to give the black-haired man what he wanted when he opened his mouth up.
Moving his tongue quickly with a click of his jewelry grazing by his teeth when he met his husband's tongue halfway. Sliding in a rub over Shouta's, he hummed out softly when he swirled his fingers against his husband playfully with that firm touch against him. Hips slid against him firmly before arching backwards as tight, fervent circles were ground down against him to which he answered in kind with. He gave another playful swirl of his fingers which earned him a twitch of Shouta's hole beneath it.
A keening whine from the man when he pressed down firmly against him for another of those slick rubs against him to get hips twitching backwards against his hand. He shifted the position of his fingers then to rub the tips of them along the rim of his hole earning himself another twitch. Then he pressed the tip of his middle finger against the black-haired man. Swirling playfully over him before he began to push insistently at that twitching hole; pushing, pushing, pushing, pushing with insistence when he got that give.
Shivering in unison with his husband when his finger sank into his husband slickly, bottoming out quickly, as he pressed the pad of his finger to his inner wall. Rolling soothing circles into the quivering muscles that clamped down tightly around his fingers as he moved his tongue with Shouta's. The flicks and nudges to his piercing as he rubbed his tongue against the black-haired man who returned the action. Full lips crushed to his as racing, shallow pants fanned over his uncomfortably hot cheek.
Fingers danced along his side again to get him giggling. A shrill, manic sound when he slid his finger to rub at his inner wall as that heat soaked into his finger with inner walls clenching tightly around it. He hated the thought he'd been neglecting his husband over the past three weeks. That while sex wasn't all important or consuming, he liked to have it with his husband. To feel good with him for a handful of hours. He shuddered when he ground himself up against Shouta tightly when nails raked down his side.
A wave of tingles pooled into his stomach as that ache spread down to welcome his twitching dick in its circuit. Moaning out at his husband when he thrusted up against him with a clumsy rub against his inner wall. Oh, it got his husband moaning down at him with hips squirming back before grinding down. Rubbing at that quivering inner wall, he curled his finger in just enough to give his husband that pressure to get him moaning out again. Then he pulled his finger back only to thrust it back in with a slick squelch.
His dick twitched excitedly when he felt that gush at a particularly hard grind. It had him groaning at the blood streaking through his veins down to his twitching dick. Burning him through. Rubbing his tongue to Shouta's, he swirled it in an undulating movement to rub the bottom ball of his piercing over the top of his tongue. Loving the whine, it got him when he repeated that thrust again. And again. Again, again, again with his shallow thrusts that rang out with muffled squelches beneath the fabric of his pants.
Whining when hips began to rock back and forth to meet his thrusts. To grind down against him as that blood gushed down with a groan flying out of his husband when his dick began to harden. Grinding himself down in tight circles when he felt that twitching dick pressing against hi beginning to harden much like his own. He squirmed when nails grazed over his skin with that playful tickling to get him giggling into the kiss. Moving his tongue over eagerly causing his piercing to hit off of teeth slightly.
His tongue to scrape along the edge of them yet Shouta didn't seem to mind one bit. Thrusting his finger into his husband shallowly, giddily, into his husband had the man squirming slightly when he ground himself up when he squeezed at the cheek in his grasp. A hard squeeze to which he curled his fingers into his cheek tearing a snapping groan out of his husband when he curled his finger yet again as he thrusted it into his husband quickly. Shallowly. He could spend tonight just like this if he could.
To spend hours with his husband straddling him as he fingered him. He'd done it countless times in the past, after all, with Shouta draped over his lap as he fingered him to an orgasm. But that's not how he wanted tonight to go. Thrusting his finger into his husband with that careless, firm rub over the quivering inner wall again, again, again. Quick, shallow thrusts to get those hips shaking impatiently with an impatient whine leaving his husband when he tugged at the cheek in his hold to spread him open wide.
Groaning when inner walls spasmed in a blatant twitch around his finger before clenching tightly around it. It had him burning up like nothing else as he rubbed the pad of his finger against his inner walls with his thrusts. The squelches of his thrusting finger had his husband groaning impatiently above him when he kept that sharp tug on the cheek in his hand to bring his index finger forward as he thrusted his middle eagerly. He paused his thrusting, however, to rub the tip of his index finger against the rim of his hole.
It had muscles spasming in yet another blatant twitch around his finger. It had both of them groaning in unison when he pushed at his husband. Pressed his index to his middle tightly as he rubbed at him again with that insistent push when he got that give. Sinking, sinking, sinking into the heat strangling his fingers together already with a moan leaving Shouta. Rolling circles into those quivering inner walls, he twisted his tongue with his husband's when he felt it undulating up over his to nudge at the top ball of his piercing.
He happily twisted his tongue with his husband's when he spread his fingers out to spread him open. Ohhh, the keening moan it got him sent shivers down his back when nails raked over his side tearing a snapping, guttural groan out of him. Thrusting up in a frenzy against his husband before grinding tightly against him as his erection fully hardened. Twitching when he felt another droplet soaking into his was a ruthless impatience to those grinding hips pressing down tightly against him.
Rubbing that hardening erection against his in a drag to get him moaning at the black-haired man. He then spread his fingers out again to push at trembling muscles that seemed intent on strangling them back together. It had him moaning out when fingers danced up his side towards his armpit. And he threw his head back, effectively breaking their kiss. Howling with laughter as fingers squirmed in the sensitive area had him twisting beneath his husband as he laughed. Squirming wildly beneath his husband at the sound.
A belly laugh as his husband had described it to him before, but he could hardly focus on his own laugh when Shouta was snickering above him. Snorting only for it to melt into a breathless moan when he pushed his fingers out then pressing them together. Thrusting into him shallowly with a slick squelch earned him another of those breathless sounds. He laughed out with those wiggling fingers making their ways down when he squeezed his arm down. Trying to pin them to keep fingers from moving.
Trying only to have them move down to his sides as his husband's head dipped to attack his throat with playful kisses. Raspberries that died off with a keening moan when he thrusted his fingers eagerly into him. Rubbing the pads of his fingers against his inner walls carelessly with that curl to his fingers to rub at him firmly. It had the black-haired man moaning out at him with squirming hips that twitched backwards to meet his thrusting fingers. It had him hotter than anything when he spread them out to push at him.
Muscles trying frantically to squeeze his fingers back together. Spreading them out again, again, again insistently before pressing them together to thrust them into his husband slickly. Teeth nipped sharply at his jaw when he thrusted his fingers sharply into his husband with a squelch as shuddering breath fanned over his jaw. Squirming above him when he was bursting into laughter again at the playful fingers dancing along his side to give him that ticklish sensation. The pleasure of those sensations.
It felt so odd to be hard, to be fingering his husband, while he was tickled mercilessly by said man. It was a rush that had him squirming beneath him as he joyfully thrusted his fingers into his husband as muscles spasmed around them in twitches. Clenching tightly around him as if intent on snapping his fingers off so they would remain in his husband. Now that was a hot fucking thought. He found himself whining shrilly at his husband before it was bursting into a laugh that had him jerking beneath the man.
Howls of laughter when fingers danced up his side once again. He tried to focus. Tried to spread his fingers out in that back to back manner to get the man ready when hips ground down viciously against him. Giving him the friction to get his eyes rolling back on him with a laugh choking off into a breathless moan of his own. Thrusting, thrusting, thrusting, spreading. Spreading, spreading, thrusting. A maddening switch up of a routine to get his husband keening out above him with huffing pants fanning over his jaw.
The slick squelches of his thrusting fingers rang out. Roaring with laughter when his husband targeted his armpit again to which he jerked his arm down to pin his hand there with it sliding away quickly. Laughing breathlessly when that hand then swept down his side before coming down towards his waist. Fingertips tracing along his hip as he heaved in a proper breath to soothe the burning itch in his lungs only to feel that hand wedging itself between grinding hips. Cupping the bulge of his erection with a firm squeeze.
And then his husband was rubbing at him quickly tearing a moan out of him as he bucked up against his hand. The wet drops of pre-come soaked into the fabric of his boxers created a wet patch that the black-haired man used to press his fingers down against. Grinding circles into the head of his erection tearing a breathless, keening moan out of him rang out in that ear bleeding pitch. Had his hearing aids shrieking at the feedback along with his husband's flinch. The rattle of the pictures hanging on their walls.
It prompted him to choke it off before it could get any louder. Inflict pain on himself or his poor husband. Thrusting his fingers into Shouta again, again, he spread his fingers out with a groan when the black-haired man whined down at him. A keening, trembling sound to get his pounding heart skipping wildly in his chest as he spread his fingers out repeatedly. Relentlessly. Fuck, he wanted to stay home. He didn't want to run off to work in a handful of hours. He wanted to stay right here and fuck this man silly.
To make up for the past three weeks they'd been far too busy to humor sex more than quickies and once a week. To make up for his busy schedule that allowed him to get snippets and stolen moments with the black-haired man that always left him longing. Always left him wishing he had a moment longer with him. Thrusting up against that rubbing hand eagerly, he lengthened the draw back of his fingers before thrusting them back into his husband who happily moaned at him. A keening, trembling sound.
Spreading his fingers out relentlessly to push at those quivering, twitching inner walls that seemed intent on strangling his fingers back together each time. He could feel it, however, that the squeeze was growing weaker. Wasn't anywhere near as tight as they had been when he started much to his delight when his husband grunted when he caught the wrinkle of the condom being grabbed at next to them. He groaned out when teeth nipped at his jaw again before dipping down to blow a raspberry into his throat.
A sensation that he found himself barking out a laugh as he squirmed when his husband increased the force of that raspberry to get him writhing. Laughing wildly with his fingers stuttering in their thrusts before spreading them out when his husband squirmed his hips impatiently. Pulling back from his throat with a whine when his husband was then hovering over him with dark eyes burning down at him with that lustful hunger. A heat he felt twisting under his skin when full lips parted with black brows squeezing together.
"Fuck me! Fuck me, Zashi, please! I-I need you in me before something comes along an-and pulls you away! Or me! So please? Please, fuck me?" Oh, it sent shivers down his back just how breathless his husband sounded with a whimper breaking out of the man when he spread his fingers out. "God, please! I ne-need to feel you! I've been thinking about it all day! Been thinking of having your cock in me! Having you fuck me silly! I want you to so bad, Zashi, so bad!"
"Oh? You've been thinking all day about having my cock buried in this hungry hole of yours? You've been all worked up since the beads, haven't you, baby? Quickie's have never been enough for you, have they?" A shudder ran over his husband when he pressed his fingers together before giving a sharp thrust that had inner walls spasming around his fingers. "You want me in you that bad? Want to be stuffed full with my cock? Want some lovin' from me? Is that what my pretty boy wants?"
"Yes! God, yesss! I do-don't want you to go to work! Want you to fuck me all night! Fe-Feel goood with me!" God, the mewling whimper of his husband's voice raising up to that strained pitch had his blood boiling through his veins with the heat raking insistently beneath his skin. He fucking loves it! "Ah! Mm! I wa-want you bad! Ne-Need you so fucking bad! Nnnn! Please, gimme it? Gi-Gimme your cock? I-I want it in me so bad! I want you to fu-fffuck my brains out! Please, Zashi? Please?"
Stretching his fingers out once, twice, as he hummed at the whining black-haired man had him squirming when nails raked over his waist leaving burning lines behind. It sent a shiver up his back with a breathless whine leaving himself when that gaze pleaded with him. A desperation pinching at that flushed face. He knew that those words acted as much the truth as it did to turn him on more than he already was. "God, you're so beautiful you know that? Get these boxers off, baby, and I'll fu-fuck you good like you need me too!"
Oh, he swore he'd never seen those dark eyes light up faster. The delight in them when his husband squirmed before peppering kisses over his jaw as he spread his fingers out once, twice, three times more before pulling his fingers out of his husband with a vulgar squelch. He swore the man had never scrambled off of him faster to jerk his boxers down from his hips. And God, it was downright giggle worthy the way his erection sprung up to rest against his lower stomach if it wasn't a mouth-watering sight.
The wild, chaotic black curls covering his pelvis he found himself admiring after tracing down that happy trail of his. The tattoo on his hip that he adores from last year. The wink of those glossy hoops in his ears. His chest fluttering with his racing pants with hardened nipples begging for the pinches, twists and pulls that got his fingers twitching. The blush that smothered itself down to his collar bone had his own racing pants hitching. The wild black locks that brushed at his red cheeks and shoulders looked longer than usual.
Was it growing out? Or did Shouta not have time to get the ends trimmed? He had not a clue, but he looked absolutely beautiful as his boxers were flicked away. And then the golden condom was being produced between his husband's pinched fingers as it was brought up. Bit at with a thin strip being ripped off then spit out as it fluttered to the blanket when he curled his fingers over the waistband of his own boxers. His face burned at the small wet patch from the drops of pre-come soaked into it as he shoved his boxers down.
Getting them down his thighs to his knees quickly. Kicking at it until his husband reached out to work them from around his ankles off the side of the bed. His erection twitched against his stomach with its light throbs leaving him eager for some type of stimulation. A touch. A stroke. It had his breaths catching when he grabbed at the lube to squeeze a thin dollop over his fingers to spread over the three winking studs. Dark eyes watching his actions with a hunger that left him breathless as he worked a thin layer over them.
Looking up to watch Shouta's fingers dip into the condom wrapper. Pulling out the slippery ring, he held his breath when it was rolled onto the head of his erection then down it rather quickly. Taking care around his piercings, the condom was tugged into place down at the base when his husband took the lube from him to squeeze a dollop onto his fingers. Then his husband was flipping himself around with such shamelessness. Fingers reaching back to rub the lube over his twitching hole as skin glistened at him slickly.
His erection twitched against his stomach when he rolled forward with knees digging into the bed as he crawled forward with a wheezing exhale. God, this man was shameless and he fucking loves it. Loves, loves, loves it. Reaching out to grab at his husband's ass as hips arched upwards, he kneaded at the black-haired man then pulled him apart. Admiring the glistening layer over his pale skin when he felt that spark of heat rush down his back at the sight of Shouta's hole twitching at him with that excitement no doubt.
The impatient whine when hips squirmed in that cagey side-to-side shake he'd recognize anywhere. A hand came back to grab at his left cheek for him with that golden band on his ring finger winking up at him. Shimmering slickly from the lube on his fingers. It had his pounding heart skipping sickeningly when he grabbed at his erection with a shuffle as he arched his hips forward. Rubbing, grinding, sliding against slick skin had his husband shuddering with another impatient whine when he squeezed at his right cheek.
Grinding himself slickly against his husband's twitching hole had his ragged pants rushing out on a sharp exhale when he gave another rub to the black-haired man before pulling back. Pressing the head of his erection against his husband, there was a hitch to his pants when he began to push at him insistently. Nudging slickly at him with a grind of his hips forward when Shouta sucked in a sharp breath only for it to fly out on a cry when there was a give. An ecstatic, delighted cry when he sank forward into him.
A moan ripping out of him at that ear-bleedingly volume with the pitch clawing up. An activation of his quirk that had the lampshades, the pictures, rattling furiously. The items in their drawers rattling mutedly when he choked it off at the jolts of pain from the feedback from his shrieking hearing aids. When his husband whimpered at him to which he choked it down into a guttural moan as he clenched his jaw. Sinking in quickly, he eased himself in carefully once he neared his piercings with his husband's hips arching back.
Meeting him halfway when he came to rest against his pelvis. And it had him moaning out deafeningly again before he could stop it at that clamping squeeze. The tight, strangled hold those inner walls had around him as that heat soaked into him. Tight. Hot. It was fucking amazing. The thrill of having been tickled leaving him thrumming with that adrenaline only to be given yet another reason for his heart to be pounding. Racing. To have him so breathless. It's what made sex so much better when they were playing around like this.
When they were play wrestling when his husband requested it and it led to one of the steamier moments of sex between them throughout the years. Bottoming out rather quickly, he ground against his husband's as he moved his hands to caress his waist with goosebumps breaking out over the pale color of his skin. Black locks spread over the blanket, over his husband's flushed face as he turned his head to look up at him. He is absolutely stunning. Kneading at his husband's waist, he moved his thumbs.
Rolling circles just above his hips before sliding his hands down as the black-haired man shuddered when he caught that familiar flicker in that gaze. A sparkle that had him blinking when his husband then shifted his upper half up before pushing off the bed to settle onto his knees as his back hit against his chest. And oh, he caught it. He slid his arms around husband's waist as hips ground themselves back against him tightly with that quiet urgency. Tight circles he happily threw himself into following along with a groan.
Shuddering at the squeeze of those inner walls around him. Choking his damn erection when it dared to twitch. He dipped his head down to pepper his husband's shoulder and the side of his neck in kisses as his head came back to rest on his own shoulder. Chaotic black locks brushing over his skin when he shifted the positions of his arms to slid his hands along his waist before sweeping up his sides. Loving the hitching breath, it earned him with inner walls clenching tightly around him with such strength it robbed him of breath.
And then hips were shifting forward then coming back to hit against his pelvis in a shallow thrust. Oh, oh, it had him groaning out encouragingly when he ground himself against the black-haired man until hips came forward before snapping back in another shallow thrust that had his thighs tensing to keep upright. Burying his face into the side of his neck, he swept his hands down his sides to his waist where Shouta's hips came forward only to snap back against him. God, he wished he could call out.
Wished he could postpone his show, but he couldn't. But that didn't change the fact that he wanted nothing more than to call off and stay home with his husband who so clearly wanted him home. Whether that was for sex or to merely exist together without someone rushing off. Kissing at the side of his neck with gentle nips peppered in, he slid his hands along his waist in another caress as Shouta rocked forward on his knees before coming back. Shallow, snapping thrusts to get him groaning out into his neck.
He squeezed at his waist delightedly as his husband worked himself up to that familiar rhythm. That familiar routine of shallow, snapping thrusts that he was more than happy to let his husband move with. To let him take that the control on what rhythm, what speed and how hard they would go. Fuck, he missed him. Missed his husband something fierce when he was only getting the flitting glances of the black-haired man. When half the times he saw said man that jaw was always clenched tightly.
Always shifting with that light wiggle and click as he gritted his teeth. That anger flashing in his dark eyes as he rushed off to take care of another task. To break up another fight that had been previously solved. He missed having his husband like this for just a moment and not one where they would jerk off in the shower together for the sake of a quickie. A blowjob in his dorm room. He wanted to touch his husband. He wanted to feel that feverish skin against his and beneath his hands. To touch his husband freely.
To feel him move like he is now as he worked himself into a decent back and forth of a shallow, snapping pace that had him itching to follow along with. Not yet, not yet, not yet. Soon. The light hit of his husband coming back against his pelvis had him burning hot, hot, hot. Hotter than when he'd been tickled moments ago. He kneaded at Shouta's waist in firm squeezes that had the man moaning out at him in response as an arm came up to curve around his shoulder. Shuddering when that hand twisted into his hair.
Holding onto it with a tight grip that created a consistent pull on his scalp. It had him moaning himself with that unmistakable delight as he let the black-haired man rock himself on his knees as his hips came forward then snapped back. Hitting lightly against his pelvis with enough strength to get his racing, ragged pants to hitch with slick squelches ringing out sent shivers down his back. Groaning into his skin at the pleasure pooling into his stomach with the tight squeeze of his husband's inner walls around him.
So hot. It was melting him to his core with that heat as his hips twitched before he could stop them, yet it got him a whimper that rang with that delight. Fingers tightening in his hair to pull on his scalp again sent sparks of heat racing down his back to fan out over his skin. Fuck. Him. He could let this man ride him all night long. Let his husband have his fun in twisting him up and leaving him flustered as he fucked himself on him like he was no more than a sex toy. He wanted to let him do it so badly.
His uneven, ragged pants raked out of him when he squeezed at his husband's waist tightly as the man snapped his hips back and forth, back and forth, with those shallow thrusts that hit back against his pelvis. Holding onto him desperately as he kissed at the feverish skin when nails scratched at him with another tug when his hips twitched forward with a moan flying out of him. The heat was melting through him as his husband squeezed tightly around him. Squeezing him for all his damn worth it seemed.
Like there was a silent intent was to snap him off to stay inside of him all night. As if his husband was desperate to keep him inside long after he was gone. It had him whining when muscles twitched before clenching around him again when he twitched his hips forward to meet a shallow snap back. A hand came down to brush over the back of his before sliding down to grip onto his forearm with a sharp exhale leaving the black-haired man. Holding onto him for all of his worth with nails biting lightly into his forearm.
Holding onto him as hips continued their quick back and forth as shaking, rasping pants were taken. Slick squelches rang out in time with those thrusts in the silence of their room. The light slap of skin meeting his with the quiet creak of that shitty spring beneath them that he always tried to avoid yet it didn't seem to matter. Not now. He clung to the black-haired man's waist as hips struck back against him. Sharp. Shallow. He had to wait, wait, wait before he wanted to move when he felt Shouta's head turning.
Rolling over his shoulder where lips then pressed to his jaw softly. And, as if to remember his request, blew another raspberry into his skin tearing a breathless back of laughter when he felt those full lips curving up into a grin. Soft kisses were then pressed over the area only to nip at his earlobe with a whine leaving the man when his hips twitched forward again. Shallow, shallow, shallow. He twitched his hips forward helplessly before pulling back only to thrust clumsily when his husband whined at him.
Taking a breath as teeth nipped at his jaw, he pulled back to thrust forward again to meet a thrust successfully. It had him shuddering when inner walls spasmed before clenching tightly around him. Encouraging him silently to do it again, to which he giddily pulled his hips back before coming forward to meet that shallow thrust with a light slap of their skin meeting. Again. And again. Falling into rhythm with his husband to meet those shallow thrusts of his as he sliding his hands along his waist before grinning.
And he gave into the impulsive thought to dance his hands over his husband's sides up towards his armpit. That laughter would be the end of him. It was so fucking cute! That deep, booming belly laugh of his broken up with snickers and cackles as he danced his hands over his sides with hips stuttering in their snap back against him. Clumsy. He took the initiative to eagerly lengthen his pull back before flying forward causing that laugh to melt into a gasping moan. A beautiful, breathtaking sound when his husband's squirmed.
His head pressing into his shoulders as he pulled back at that new depth before snapping forward. Shuddering at the slap of skin hitting together again much to his delight when he slid his left hand up to trail his fingers over a hardened nipple blindly. Tracing what he hoped was the rim of areola before swirling his fingers in to rub the tips across the areola itself. Over his nipple. It got him another of those breathless moans from the man when he danced his other hand up his side. Earning himself a cackling laugh from his husband.
Shouta squirmed and twisted against his chest with the hand on his forearm tightening its grasp on him with nails digging into his skin with their blunt burn. It was amazing. Oh, the way those inner walls were contracting and spasming to squeeze around him had a keening moan ripping out of him. Clawing up in the pitches, he raked his nails over his husband's waist earning himself a breathless moan back. A choked sound when hips slammed back with another burst of laughter leaving him when he danced his hand back up his side.
Damn near hysterical as he snapped his hips forward into the spasming heat that squeezed him so good as he huffed into his pocket he made in the black-haired man's shoulder and throat. It had him shuddering as he snapped his hips forward faster, faster, faster. Lengthening his pull back until he felt a piercing sliding out of his husband only to snap forward. It had Shouta writhing in his arms with nails dragging over his forearm when he dropped his hand back down to rake his nails over the lines he left behind.
Earning himself a keening, breathless moan from the black-haired man as hips snapped back to slam against his pelvis before swinging forward to match his drawback as far as he dared to keep him from slipping out. Snapping forward with a slap of skin had him groaning as sweat pricked along his back. His forehead. The back of his neck beneath the heavy curtain of his hair but he could hardly complain about it. Not when the hand in his hair gripped then yanked at it sending sparks of heat down his back again.
Pain shrieking over his scalp that had his hips jumping in a frenzy of snapping thrusts as he cried out. Slamming against his husband who moaned out with such delight it was unmistakable when that sound crested up in volume. Shameless. It had him squirming as he slammed his hips forward to meet Shouta halfway with fingers yanking at his hair again when hips swung back hard. So hard he wobbled, and God knows he adored it when inner walls spasmed around him. Clenching him so fucking tight.
He happily returned that strength back to his husband with a harder thrust that had the man moaning out ecstatically. Had the hand in his hair tightening with a fierce yank that tore a growl out of him. A use of his quirk as he scraped his teeth over the side of his husband's neck. So, tempting it was to leave a hickey, no matter how small or delicate, right there but he couldn't. Below he necks he was allowed to markup how he pleased but he couldn't leave anything where students or staff could see them.
Fuck, he couldn't wait until their anniversary. Until summer break. He slammed his hips forward to match the strength his husband was now using as he pulled back with that giddy delight before slamming forward to meet his husband halfway tearing a moan out of the black-haired man in his arms. Wobbling on his knees as he slammed into that tight, spasming heat was a compulsion. A voice howling in the back of his mind to do it the second an inch of him pulled out demanded he bury himself in that heat again.
Pulling his hips back further, further, further then flying forward to bury himself in the black-haired man who moaned at him encouragingly. Swinging his hips back to hit against his pelvis harder to which he replied in kind to his husband causing them to wobble in their precarious position. He fucking loves it. A snapping, guttural moan left his husband when he swung forward with a crisp slap of their meeting skin ringing out. It had him writhing at the very purposeful clench of his husband's inner walls around him.
Fuck him, if it didn't get him burning. Didn't have him blazing with that feverish heat as he dragged his nails over his waist again leaving behind those red lines, he knew his husband adored. It was the one thing about sex they both adored; leaving marks behind to marvel over later. Huffing in ragged pants, he yanked his hips back giddily before slamming forward as sweat pricked at his forehead causing hair to cling to the thin sheen forming over his skin. Clinging onto his husband as he trailed fingers over that hardened nipple.
Moving the hand he had resting on his chest to flick his thumb over it before bringing his fingers together to pinch. Hard. It earned him a wail from his husband when he then twisted lightly side to side before tugging sharply at him. Loving the way those hips squirmed before slamming back to his pelvis with inner walls twitching around him as they then began to contract to mimic a throb. It had him slamming his hips forward eagerly to dive back into it again, again, again. To slip back into him fast as possible.
Listening to the rasping, ragged pants being taken as they raked out of him and Shouta. The slick squelching accompanying the frantic, frenzied thrusts being given by the both of them. The crisp slap of skin meeting. The quiet creak of that spring in the mattress aiding to the cacophony of sound around them with that tickling forgotten about. He was so hot, hot, hot he was burning up. Would fizzle away any moment now and he knew it. It had him gasping for air that merely fed the heat burning under his skin.
He giddily pounded into his husband as he chased after the pleasure those inner walls gave him as they throbbed around him. Spasming before squeezing tightly when his erection twitched. Moaning out at that strangling squeeze, he wobbled when Shouta hit back against him when he felt there was a squirm from his husband when he clenched around him. Fingers tightening in his hair before they began to work their way out of his hair with a half formed word dying off the second his husband tried to get it out.
He caught the quiet sound of his husband closing his mouth with teeth clicking together when he then swallowed. It had him stilling as he waited. Giving his husband the chance to either tell him to stop and pull out or if he was perhaps doing something wrong. His husband tugged his hand out of his hair to drift over his hot cheek when a light cough was given before a throat clearing. His heart was throbbing against his chest with those wild, pounding beats when his husband lifted his head from his shoulder.
And then those dark eyes meeting his. Bottomless. They were absolutely bottomless with that blazing heat to them when fingers drifted over his hot cheek bone again where his glasses slipped down his nose. Fuck. He forgot to take them off again and Shouta gently pinched the frames as he tugged them off of his face. Folding them gently before speaking. "I-I wanna sit in yo-your lap! I wa-wanna face you, please? I wanna bo-bounce myself on your cock and wa-watch you cum so please? Ca-Can I pl-please turn around, Zashi?"
Oh, now that was something he was more than happy to give his husband! That was something he had not a problem with giving Shouta! "Abso-fucking-lutely, baby!"
Pulling his hips back, he slipped out of his husband with a deafening squelch when he then sat backwards to cross his legs with the black-haired man moving. Turning around to face him with that sparkle to his gaze, there was an excitement to him when he held his hands out to the black-haired man. Curling his fingers eagerly as he opened his arms up to which his husband crawled forward into his lap. Settling down with hands on his shoulders to hold him up as legs wrapped around him, he reached beneath his husband.
Grabbing at his erection to hold it up away from his stomach. A hand then came down to spread him open when he grabbed at a cheek when hips began to lower down until the head was pressing against him. Inhaling sharply, it flew out on a low groan when he slid back into his husband effortlessly. A firm nudge being all it took for him to slip back into the black-haired man as they both groaned in unison. That hand came back up to clutch at his shoulder. Legs tightening around him as Shouta settled down slowly.
Bottoming out in his lap with arms curling around his shoulders with hands tugging playfully at his hair. And then he felt legs flexing as his husband pressed his feet to the bed to push it off. Lifting himself up then down with a slick squelch at that same speed they'd been working up too before. Easily picked up as Shouta settled into his bouncing rhythm. It was a beautiful sight. The black, chaotic curls bouncing around his shoulders and flushed face as brows squeezed together tightly with a light twitch.
Wrinkles between his brows as Shouta bounced himself. And fuck, he was a beautiful sight. So, so beautiful as he slid his hands along his husband's sides getting him to squirm and twist in his grasp with quiet, huffing sounds leaving him. Black lashes fluttering on red cheeks when he slid his hands forward to his husband's chest where he squeezed at it. It was an action that he had found drove his husband up the wall. He didn't know if it felt that good or simply the action alone that got to his husband.
But it riled him up like nothing else. He slid his hands over his chest, through the curls of hair, to find those hardened nipples to which he flicked his thumbs over them. Rubbing over them again, again, to get the man squirming in between his bouncing with that spring beneath them squeaking lightly from the continuous push off of it. It was nowhere near loud enough to throw him off or irritate him the slightest bit as he let the black-haired man bounce in his lap. Watching him with all the fascination in the world.
Huffing in uneven pants as curls of hair brushed and stuck to red cheeks from the thin sheen of sweat forming there causing his pale skin to glisten in the low lighting of their bedroom. The slick squelches of the condom and lube acting as a shot of heat down his back that fanned under his skin every time. It had him squirming as he slid his thumbs over his husband's nipples while the man bounced himself faster. Coming down harder. He could feel his heart pounding under his hand when he reached up.
Fanning his fingers over his heaving chest when he flicked at his nipples again before bringing his fingers together to pinch gently at them, earning himself a moan. A keening, trembling moan when he twisted idly side to side before tugging at the hardened things in his grasp. Loving the airy gasp of air, it got him from his husband when legs tightened around him with the bed dipping behind him. All from that fierce press as arms tightened around him in another squeeze that had him groaning out quietly.
Hands twisting into his hair to tug sharply on it when his husband's back arched when he increased the pressure of his pinch on his nipples. Letting his gaze flicker down, he couldn't help but feel awed at the sight of his erection resting flush against his stomach. Tapping lightly against it with a thin, glistening strand connecting the head to his stomach as he bounced himself quickly. Fast, fast, fast. Coming down hard to get him moaning in unison when he watched that flushed erection twitching against his stomach.
Watching it jerk up away from it revealing another translucent strand connecting the head of it to his happy trail. Hot, hot, hot. That was fucking hot. He could watch his husband fuck himself on his erection for hours and never bore of it. Tugging at his husband's nipples again earned him a shrill whimper from the black-haired man when he pinched tightly at them to get the man squirming. Writhing in his hold when arms tightened around his shoulders with fingers tugging at his hair insistently tearing whines out of him.
He tilted his head to happily offer his face up to Shouta when his husband's head dipped towards his with pants fanning over his tingling lips briefly. Wavering before he felt the light brush of his tongue moving over his bottom lip then the top. Brushing over them in that same questioning touch to which he opened his mouth without a second thought as full lips crushed themselves down on his. He moved his tongue in an over eager movement that had his piercing hitting off of teeth. Scraping along the edge of them.
He met Shouta's where that tongue then playfully flicked at his piercing. Swirling around it before nudging as his husband continued that fast, slamming bouncing rhythm of his with inner walls spasming around him before clenching tightly. Tearing a keening moan out of him as he tugged at his nipples. Increasing the hard pinch of his tearing a cry out of his husband. An exasperated, delighted sound when he tugged sharply before releasing his hold on them with a final flick over them to get his husband whimpering.
And he curved his hands back to dance his hands down his sides to get the man squirming in his hold with a rare giggle breaking out of the man. Breathless, choked, but a giggle, nonetheless. It warmed his heart like nothing else. He then swept them backwards to brush over his husband's sweaty back from his shoulder blades down to his lower back. Muscles flexing under his hands when he dragged his nails lightly over his feverish skin with a groan when inner walls clamped down tightly around him.
Then his husband adjusted his lifts. Swinging up higher before dropping down with a moan ripping itself out of him when he kneaded at his lower back before sliding them down. Down to his goal as he grabbed at the black-haired man's ass tightly before lifting him up with that push off on his shoulder. Letting his husband drop down tearing a groan out of him as he squeezed at his husband's ass. Helping raise him up higher, higher, higher before he slammed back down. God, it was fucking amazing.
He loves, loves, loves when has the man pinned in his lap like this; when he was squirming, twisting, moaning and whining as he bounced himself on his dick.His hips twitched beneath him as his legs squirmed yet he dares not move an inch as he moved his tongue with Shouta's. Rubbing his tongue against his which massaged itself to his own with nudges at his tongue piercing to which he happily replied with playful flicks of his own. Nudging and twisting at Shouta's with another playful flick that was returned to him.
Massaging his tongue to his, he kneaded at his husband's ass as he lifted him up, up, up until Shouta let himself fall back into his lap. Fast, fast, fast. Hard, hard, hard. The quiet squeak of the spring beneath them lost under the huffing pants fanning over hot cheeks. The slap of skin meeting with each drop of his husband's. The faint, wet sound of moving tongues lost beneath it all when his husband moaned into the kiss with a clench around him. God, it got his hips twitching with a snapping groan flying out of him.
Giddy to lift him up when his husband dropped down. It had him panting raggedly at the slick slide as his husband bounced himself with arms tightening around his shoulders with thier chests pressed tightly together. The press of those hard nipples against his chest had his toes curling tightly when the black-haired man yanked at his hair sending sparks down his back. Fuck him, he loves it when those hands found their way into his hair to hold onto. Like an anchor. Fuck, he loves having Shouta's hands in his hair.
It had him squirming like nothing else when those hands twisted into his hair to yank and pull on it. His husband's legs flexed around him as he pushed off of the bed to help aid in his upwards swings but he was more than happy to help. To heave his husband up only to drop back down with a slick squelch. Off on the bedside table a phone vibrated across the surface. Ignored. Ignored, ignored, ignored. It was just like the world to send an interruption of some kind when he was finally getting what he wanted.
What next? Would Eri come knocking at their doors? Hitoshi? He groaned at the thought, yet Shouta didn't seem the least bit interested in pulling away to insist they be mature. Instead, that tongue slid against his in a rub that had him undulating his up to rub the bottom ball of his piercing against the top of his tongue. Earning himself a whine ringing with delight as he lifted his husband up and letting him drop. Bouncing wildly in his lap with a determination that had him breathless as he burned up, up, up.
He was dying under that heat, yet he couldn't stop himself getting another bounce. Another flexing clench of those inner walls when his husband's back arched with their chest pinned tightly when he moaned out at that clench. The nails raking over his scalp as the black-haired man bounced himself wildly. Swinging up faster, faster, faster with those quiet back of the throat sounds leaving the man as his tongue twisted with his. He could feel a drop of saliva gathering in the corner of his mouth as he twisted his tongue with Shouta's.
Fuck, he wanted to try that other position on their knees tonight properly, but this was just as good. Better. Whining at his husband, the pooling of pleasure into his stomach had him squirming beneath the man as he fought that urge to fall back. To lay out on his back and let this man go nuts. Massaging his tongue to Shouta's earned him a groan from the black-haired man. Breaking up those keening whines and whimpers when he squeezed at his ass before curving his hands up to his husband's waist to lift him up.
All too eager to slam Shouta back down in his lap. Ohhhh, it had his husband moaning at him with such delight and ecstasy he found himself giddily lifting and slamming the man down to his pelvis as legs flexed to move with him. Aiding in that hard drop downwards much to his delight. Faster. Harder. He could feel his husband's hair flying about his shoulders as he slammed him down faster, faster, faster. Harder, harder, harder as his hips twitched uselessly in his sitting position as Shouta bounced himself.
Doing so with all the joy in the damn world when he broke the kiss. Gasping in, his husband jolted in his hold with a cry flying out of him with legs squeezing around him tightly. Arms clutching him to his chest as his back arched with hips squirming before slamming down only to get another jolt. It was addicting to watch the black-haired man bounce himself. To watch him jolt and jerk in his hold when he threw his head back with a shout. Bouncing himself with a renewed vigor; a renewed hunger to it.
Up and down, up and down, he watched black locks flying around his husband's shoulders brush at his face no doubt. Shameless moans and groans flying out of the man as he rode him with such a lustful energy to it left him awed as he kneaded at his husband's waist as he aided in those drops. The lifts. Ragged pants rasping down his throat raked out the second his husband was slamming back down in his lap. Knocking it out of him. Slick squelches of the condom and lube acting as sparks to fan under his skin.
The sight of his husband's head tilting back to reveal his throat, the gentle curve of his Adam's Apple and the sharp cut of his jaw. He never wanted to mark up his throat than he did right now. To leave a few hickey's. A few teeth marks were all he wanted to leave behind. He'd give anything to be able to do that as he whimpered under his breath at that spark twisting into his lower stomach. There was something so fucking hot about watching his husband ride him like this. In watching him lose himself like this.
In seeing the reckless abandon as arms held him close while he helped raise and slam his husband down into his lap. God, it was fucking everything. He let his gaze flicker down to his husband's erection, tapping lightly against his stomach slickly. He groaned at the drops of pre-come welling along the slit only to smear onto his stomach or dribble down his erection. Slick. A wet mess that had him burning up as he dragged his teeth over his sensitive lip as his husband pushed off the bed with his feet.
Aiding in his bouncing as knees pressed into his back with a gasp being taken by his husband. Moving his right hand from his waist, he reached down to tap his fingers slickly at the head. Watching the threads of pre-come breaking in translucent strands that had his skin ripping with heat. Strands that broke away the second he saw them but fuck if it didn't have him giddily grinding his fingers over the slick head of his husband's erection. Grinding and rubbing at the slick head of Shouta's twitching erection.
Smearing away drops of pre-come as soon as they dared to well along the slit. He curled his fingers around his erection where he groaned once again at that erratic throbbing. His husband twitched and jerked in his grasp with his slams down and he found himself all too giddy at the idea he was hitting his prostate. Gasping. Huffing. Moaning far more often than he felt he was breathing as Shouta bounced himself with that reckless abandon. It left no doubt to him that the black-haired man had been thinking about it all day.
As if he had been worked up from the last quickie they had in the showers Tuesday afternoon when his husband coaxed them to the locker rooms. God, the sight of his husband lifting his head weakly again as he slammed himself down? Black lashes fluttering on red cheeks as sweat formed along his hairline and forehead? The blush spreading down to his collar bones in a soft red as hair stuck to his sweaty skin and face? The way his mouth hung open with the moans, whimpers, and groans of his? The way he was twisting in his lap?
The throbbing of his leaking erection? Shouta was fucking beautiful. He was far more beautiful than he realized, and he couldn't get enough of it. Not now, not ever. His hips twitched and squirmed as the black-haired man bounced himself in his lap with those slick squelches ringing out. Another buzz off to the side of them was ignored in favor of hips slamming down into his lap to which his husband wailed out. Jerking like he'd been electrocuted before hips swung up with that recklessness then slammed down into his lap.
Another wail squeezing out of his husband and whatever angle he had sent him off. His husband was bouncing himself fast, fast, fast with breathless moans as he slammed down hard, hard, hard. His husband was twisting, writhing, in between his bounces as he squeezed his erection before stroking him fast in time with those wild bounces of his. Riding him like he was the best fucking thing he'd had in him for days. The best thing he could ever have in him. Fuck him, that was a damn arousing thought.
He felt that spark in his lower stomach twisting tightly in response as that orgasm began to flutter through him with the promise of snapping. Clawing upwards as his thighs shook lightly with the muscles of his abdomen flexing preemptively as he stroked his husband in time with his bouncing. Throbbing in his grasp much like his own erection that was being strangled by those throbbing inner walls that squeezed, spasmed, and throbbed around him. As if trying to milk him already for everything he had.
It had him throwing his own head back with a keening moan as his hips squirmed again when his husband slammed down into his lap with a huff. A choked sound leaving him when he then flew right back up and slammed back down. God, it had him twisting as that heat raked beneath the surface of his skin. That orgasm was twisting into him as if he had a turnkey in his back; something Shouta was twisting tighter, tighter, tighter to get him closer. He knew it was never smart to have sex before work.
It would be all that was on his mind but fuck if he didn't want to go and come home. If he didn't want to fuck this man into the mattress like he deserves to. It had him squeezing tightly at his husband's waist at the thought with a snapping, keening moan flying out of him. His husband echoed that keening moan when he slammed down with another jolt as he clung onto him with nails raking over his scalp sending pain shrieking over it. All this from tickling. All because he was curious about knismolagnia.
Stroking in time with that bouncing, he squeezed at the throbbing erection in his grasp as he watched that flushed face. The twitch to his dark brows as if he was concentrating on that mounting orgasm; his mouth hanging open with huffing pants leaving him. It had his heart hammering against his chest as he stroked his husband closer, closer, closer as the man squirmed in his lap with huffing pants catching. Hitching. So close, so close, so close. He felt ashamed being so close already but he couldn't help it.
Fuck if he wasn't absolutely ruined from the start when his husband's back arched with a shrill cry leaving him as arms squeezed his shoulders. Hands clutching at his hair when his husband once again used a renewed speed, a renewed determination to his bouncing with huffing pants leaving him. That adorable look of concentration pinching at his face when his husband squirmed with a huff flying out of him with a whimper ripping out of the man. Ohhh, it should be impossible for one person to be so pretty.
Should be but his husband was making him ache. The inner walls wrapped around him clenched tightly yet rather than relax they continued to squeeze him tighter, tighter, tighter as his erection throbbed erratically with the edge he was dancing on with his own orgasm as his back arched slightly. Gasping. God, it was all too much. The tight heat wrapped around him that was clenching him so damn tight it was going to send him clawing up the wall. The squirms of his husband as if he was fighting off that orgasm already.
His hips ground against him with each slam down. Watching his husband ride him with such enthusiasm would get anyone off. Was getting him off harder than anything as he stroked Shouta fast, fast, fast with those twisting curves he knew he loved. Watching as those hard slams down had those wild, chaotic locks flying around his face and shoulders when his husband threw his head back with a shrill cry. A strained, exasperated sound that had his hips squirming when he groaned out at his gasping husband.
"Ah! Ah, ah! Mmmm! Go-Gonna cum! Don't wanna! Nnnn! I-I don't wanna! Too soon! I wa-want a little longer! Ah! Nnnghn! Zashi, Zashi, I don't wa-wanna cum! Not yet!" Oh, that did absolutely nothing to stop his own orgasm from clawing up at the mewled words flying out of his husband even as he bounced himself fast, fast, fast. Hard. The clap of skin hitting together had him gasping as his head spun weakly. So close, so close, so close. They were so fucking close.
"Nnnnn same! Same, baby, I-I'm gonna cum wi-with you! It's okay! I-I want you to cum for me, Sho! I pr-promise when I come home from work I-I'll fuck you into the bed! I'll pound this horny ass of yours an-and give this hungry ho-hole of yours exactly what it wants!" The keening whimper that left his husband had him shuddering when he used his hold on his waist to slam him down. "Wa-Want me to fu-ffffuck you in the shower 'fore I le-leave? Fu-Fuck you 'til yo-your legs are shakin'?"
"Yes! Ohhh, God, fuck yes! I wa-want you in me again! Again! I wa-want you to fuck my go-goddamn brains out! Ma-Make me sick of y our co-cock! Of your ha-hands on me! Haah, haah! Please! Please, gi-gimme it so gooood, Zashi! Fu-Fuck me up against the shower wall! Wa-Wake me up when you get home wi-with you in me! Fuck me aw-awake! Ah! Ahhhnn, fuck! Please! I ne-need you so bad! So bad, Zashi! Oh! Oh, oh! Ah! Gonna- Cumming! Cumming, cumming, Zashi! I lo-love you! Love you so much!"
He was done. Done, done, done. The tight, clenching inner walls were strangling his erection so damn good he couldn't stop himself from staying away from that edge. He was burning, burning, burning up. Drowning under the heat raking under his skin with those mewled words of his husband's acting as caps of gasoline being thrown on a fire. Burning it higher, higher, higher. He meant his words; he promised, swore, he'd make good on the past three weeks. Of those chance encounters and stolen moments together.
The cuddles that led to impromptu naps in his husband's room. In the quickies in the locker room under the showerhead trying desperately to remain quiet. The tight jawed silence of those blowjobs in his husband's room. The few times they'd had sex since the start of this hectic, packed schedule of theirs. He wanted to go again, again, again with his husband and forsake his work. But he couldn't do that. He could only do better to give them more chances for the final stretch of these next two weeks.
He squirmed, writhed, bucking his hips up with a choked gasp when his husband slammed down with a shrill cry as he stiffened in his arms with his erection erratically in his grasp. And he was tipping over. Shoved off the edge as his shaking thighs tensed with his stomach as he threw his head back with a howl as he squeezed his eyes shut. Gasping when they rolled back on him with such intensity it ached. Choking off that howl when he heard the vicious rattling of picture frames. Lampshades. The items in their drawers.
The whimper from his husband prompting him to clench his jaw tightly as it was choked down to a snapping, snarling growl as he clung to his husband. White-hot waves rushing up his thighs in a tingling wave as his erection throbbed erratically with twitches as inner walls throbbed around him. Milking him of every drop of come he had in his body. Milking him for another throb, another twitch, another spurt. He kept his jaw tight as he stiffened with those waves seeming intent on ripping him apart from the inside out.
Drowning him. Suffocating him. It was an agonizing heat compared to that blistering, blazing one but he could breathe through it. Suffer through that enjoyable agony of his orgasm as he stroked his husband through his orgasm desperately. Throbbing. Hot. God, it was so fucking good. It had him shaking from that stiff set of his orgasm that seemed to rake through him. Finding each combustible part of him until he was a pile of ash. All while his husband throbbed and squeezed around him.
There was nothing fucking better than that sensation. An eternity suspended in that white-hot state threatening to drive him insane. Choke him until he was truly drowning under it. Then it rushed out of him in rush as suddenly as it appeared. Leaving gasping as it ebbed out of him when his husband slumped forward into his chest with his head falling on his shoulder. Arms clinging around him as he then pulled his hand from his husband's twitching erection after giving a weak stroke when he felt it beginning to soften.
He then let himself fall back causing legs to flail out, but God help him, he just couldn't sit up anymore. Flopping onto his back had that spring squeaking beneath him when he hit the bed. His hair was bunched annoyingly beneath his back, shoulders and neck but he could ignore it when he felt beads of sweat streaking down his temples as he held his shaking husband to his chest. Arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders as that hot face buried itself into his throat. Huffing, unevenly ragged pants were taken by the both of them.
He could think past the slick slide of skin against his. The smear of Shouta's come on his stomach to his own. He could deal with it all in a moment along with the condom on him when he let his lashes fluttering on his lashes. Panting raggedly before opening his eyes slightly allowing him to peek through them. Staring up at the ceiling as he huffed for a breath to soothe his hungry lungs. He felt chilled in the absence of that white-hot heat but it felt good to breathe without fanning the flames of that heat under his skin.
Floating in his own head with the euphoria of a damn good orgasm as Shouta's back heaved with his gasps. Curled in his arms as he remained tucked in the black-haired man had him warmer than anything. Walls spasmed and twitched around his softening erection sending sparks up his back of that overstimulation but he didn't care. He turned his face down to pepper kisses to the top of his husband's head with the wild black locks brushing and tickling at his face lightly to which he giggled breathlessly.
Clinging to the sheen of sweat on his face slightly but it had him smiling when he felt full lips kissing at his throat with arms tightening around him. Nuzzling up beneath his jaw as he nuzzled his cheek to the top of Shouta's head, he got a husky chuckle when he rolled over onto his side. Curling into Shouta's grasp just as his husband curled into him when a leg hitched up to wrap around hsi thigh lazily. Hands then began coming through his hair gently to work out any snags or knots they might of created.
Sliding his hands along his waist and back slickly to which his husband hummed softly in that husky pitch when he kissed at his husband's head again. His sweaty forehead when he got a shaking sigh from his husband when he tightened his arms around him. The afterglow was wrapping everything in a fuzzy blur as he buried his face into those wild black locks with a giggle he got kisses to his throat again. A tightening of arms around him as inner walls spasmed weakly around him again as if to clench curiously.
To see if he was still inside of him. He didn't want to move. Not yet. The brush of those soft, dry locks of hair against his sweaty face had him giggling when he tightened his arms around his waist with a quiet sight of his own. Fingers were plucking at his hair playfully with locks being curled around them then uncurled. Quiet. His heart pounded viciously against his chest and he couldn't help but wonder where his glasses had been placed. Where did his husband put them so that they wouldn't be kicked off the bed?
Or sat on? He wanted to ask but the feel of Shouta's face pushing into his throat with another nuzzle that he happily returned by rubbing his cheek to the top of his head? Well, he didn't want to ask. Not yet anyhow. After all, he promised to give Shouta another round in the shower, didn't he? Just one more round before he headed off to work again. Fingers continued to pluck lazily at his hair when his husband hummed into his throat again and he nuzzled his cheek to the top of his head. God, he missed this.
Misses Shouta more than anything the past few weeks. Rubbing his cheek to those wild black locks, he felt Shouta shifting slightly with a slick squelch of the condom and lube ringing out when his skin slid slickly against his with lips pressing to his throat again when he tightened his arms around his waist instinctively. To keep him from pulling away yet. Not yet. He wanted a few more moments of his husband in his arms. The feverish heat and the feel of him curling into his arms for that after-sex cuddle.
"Za-Zashi?"
"Mmmm? Wh-What's up, baby? Yo-You okay?"
"Yes but yo-you need to pull out! Because I'm-I'm not gonna let you ge-get any if that co-condom breaks in me, you he-hear me?" Groaning as he nuzzled his face into those chaotic black locks when arms tightened around his shoulders with an identical groan leaving his husband. The emotion behind it, however, was a wild contrast as Shouta's held irritation rather than reluctance. "I mea-mean it, love! I'm no-not going to be happy if-if the con-condom breaks and that's more to-to clean up!"
"Ca-Can I just have fi-five more minutes? Please? I pro-promise as soon as it's up I'll-I'll pull out! I ju-just want a few more mi-minutes, you know?" There was silence from the black-haired man for a moment when he got a soft kiss up beneath his jaw against his fluttering pulse point. Sighing out at the touch of those full lips against it, he squeezed his arms around his husband when he kissed at the top of his head again. "I lo-love you like cr-crazy, baby, you know that? I pro-promise there'll be plenty of time ag-again soon!"
"I-I know!" Arms tightened around his shoulders when that hot face pressed itself into his throat. Curving to fit his body in his arms rather than pull away like he'd feared he would seconds ago when he got another sigh against his throat as fingers twisted into his hair loosely when he kissed his head again. God, he loves this man to bits. He loves him desperately and he wants nothing more than to make more time for him. It would be a breath of relief soon enough. "I lo-love you too, Zashi."