Fifty Darker Shades of EraserMic

by CrypticBeans

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

29. Double It

Shouta had long since found that he was happiest when he had something to do with himself. When his hands were busy enough to keep his mind preoccupied long enough for him to sink into the mundane rhythm of his work. And, as begrudging as he was to admit it, their first week of May proved itself to keep him busy. Especially with the never-ending list of tasks ahead of himself and Hizashi. He hadn't thought the final days of April had been all that awful on them. He'd been busy but he'd had time to himself.

Moments to steal away with Hizashi who seemed more than giddy to throw himself into an embrace. An impromptu kiss when they had a second in the hallway without prying eyes. Those last days of April had been an absolute dream compared to the start of their first official week of May. They both were absolutely drowning in work those first four days following the set-up of their schedules. He'd never been busier with his pack schedule that left him running from point A to point B quickly as he could.

To try and complete as many things as he could off of that never ending list of tasks placed upon himself. All the more taxing with the back-to-back patrols at night paired with overtime that left him dead on his feet when he was trudging into his classroom in the morning. The overtime spent hunched over his desk in the staff room trying to get a hold of his paper work that needed to be completed. To get wavers out for parents of his students to sign off on for adjustments of quirk training schedules.

The staff meetings that were held by Nezu about the summer break coming ahead. The stacks of homework that he was trying to hand out quickly as possible seemed to be thrown back at him the next day. The pop quizzes and essays he gave out being slapped on his podium by the end of the day. Running around trying to keep the house clean when he came home on his Thursdays home to tidy up. To make sure there wouldn't be something missed that could come back the next day to bite them in the ass.

To give Eri the attention she so demanded when she got to visit him at the dorms. Monopolizing his time rather than spending time with her baby-sitters. It was an exhausting back and forth of breaking up fights, grading the papers he handed out, the never ending adjustments to keep up class morale. To stay on top of his work while running out for his nightly patrols along the school's campus before inevitably fanning outwards to his usual spots. It was a unique struggle to balance out his sudden workload.

To continue on with his patrols with that heavy workload along with the stressors of his danger magnets of a class? It left him fried. Frazzled already within their first week of this packed schedule he'd given himself. He was exhausted and swore more than once that the stress would have him going gray long before he was thirty-five. He was being dragged through the wringer, but he knew his schedule could always be much worse. That it could look just as hectic and just as draining as Hizashi's schedule.

Oh, the poor man looked more ragged each time he saw him in the past week with delicate blue bags under those bright eyes of his. He was tired from his late night patrols and his work throughout the day but his husband had three different jobs. The poor man had his teaching job, his own patrols that ran late in the afternoon and his radio station on Friday night. He had six cats, a household to clean, as well as not one but two children to take care of? No matter how self-sufficient, their children needed them.

On top of it all the paper work and grading that came with a classroom of students? Children his husband also worried about throughout the day? His husband was up to his neck in his schedule as much as he was. It was exhausting flying from one point to the next with the hours they spent together shaved down close to nothing during the days he spent at the dorms. Longings satisfied with pecking kisses in the moments they got alone and brief touches of fingers to his palm. They were finally reaching the weekend.

Reaching it was a relief knowing he'd be able to see Hizashi. All week so far he felt he'd hardly seen his husband save for mere glimpses he'd caught of the blonde throughout the day. Always flitting down hallways with a flashes of him slipping around a corner. Rushing past him both in the bathrooms and the staff room with something needing to be completed. After their nipple play, he'd been far too busy to revel in the euphoria of it the next day with his husband. It had been forgotten far too quickly the day following.

When they needed to jump on their schedules to begin tackling their tasks. To tie up any loose ends about the house before he was readying his duffel for his nights away from the house. It was absolutely exhausting with the countless papers being handed back in an ever growing pile for him to grade. Fussing with the schedules on quirk strengthening and exercise for his students that called for his attention. The task list seemed to keep growing with each passing day that week until it felt daunting.

Absolutely challenging to keep himself on his feet when he felt dead on them. Nodding off the second he had a moment of silence. A moment to simply breathe. A week in and he was running himself ragged just as Hizashi was. And yet he knew the blonde was biting off more, more, more than himself to make sure all was in place. With everything that needed looking after? Three jobs on top of it all? His husband was going to burn out. He was going to crash, and it wasn't going to be pretty when the blonde did.

There was little he could do when he knew the choices made between them on their schedules had been involuntary. The most he could do was to soften those blows for his husband; to take up grading his papers in addition to his own if asked. To make sure their home was neat as it can be before he left for the week with quite a few times on his patrol he'd stop at home. Trying to keep himself quiet in the dark house as he fussed and picked with smaller tasks to make his husband's schedule run easier come morning.

In helping keep the blonde's schedules and times on track if the man so happened as to ask for his help. Trying to help Hizashi without stepping on his toes was all he'd attempted to do throughout the years. His husband always bit off more than he could chew and often was left crashing. Burnt out. It was a common occurrence in their early years when the blonde was freshly sober. He could count many times he'd come home to his husband whimpering to himself. Curled on the couch with frustrated tears.

It was a sight he refused to let happen again. Something he refused to let his husband dive into again. If that meant he acted as a buffer to keep his husband from overstimulating and frying himself out then so be it. He'd been trying to think of something, anything, he could do to help Hizashi with that burn out. To soften the blow when his husband inevitably came crashing down. It was all about cushioning that fall for his husband the best he could. To make sure he was there as a safety net to help him.

From Monday to Wednesday he could count on one hand the amount of times he'd seen his husband. On one hand could he count the affection given between them. Struggling to answer texts that went either on seen or sent when he'd been crashing for the night. It wasn't until he was greeting his husband that Tuesday morning following those first four days of theirs, he could see how it was dragging on his husband. How frazzled he appeared. He was doing no better than himself over the handful of days.

It was only when the blonde was resting his head on his shoulder during lunch did he come to the decision they needed to take a break. To do something fun even for the sake of recharging. It was as Hizashi had always said playfully in the past; all work and no play makes for a dull boy. And looking at the bags beneath his husband's eyes on their phone call Tuesday night? When they'd both been struggling to remain awake long enough to talk over that call? He chose to go out on a limb. To open the folder on his desktop.

He never approved of choosing a sexual escapade in the middle of such a busy work week. A tight schedule Opening the PDF of their list when he'd found himself staring blankly with that tired burn to his eyes before he'd give up. Deciding instead to go to sleep rather than fight it a second more. It was Wednesday morning that he realized with a much clearer, albeit still frazzled mindset, that he'd been staring at the same option last night. The same one, over and over, when he'd pulled his laptop out while he'd been getting ready.

With how busy they both were, he hadn't thought how sex would work. How they would fit it in when those first days had been a frazzled blur. Hectic. The days following had their odd rhythm yet he had barely seen the blonde more than a few fleeting moments. Their previous weekend had been more taxing than it had been relaxing. Killing whatever euphoria they both had following that night of nipple play as it was replaced with sensitivity and grumbles as they swapped out through the day on their patrols.

How could he expect to bring it up to his husband that he'd made his choice? That he had looked into it on his phone before heading out the door? That he wanted to try double penetration when they barely had time for a kiss? He didn't want to start anything related to double penetration when both of them were frazzled. When they were both so set on edge from the hectic energy of their schedules? He hadn't wanted to open his mouth about it. Especially not when their first week of May hadn't ended yet.

He'd wanted to remain tightlipped until next month when they'd have more than enough breathing room in those two weeks. And yet he found himself being coaxed into their car as Hizashi offered to pay for them to eat out for lunch on Wednesday. After getting their meals, they'd been discussing idly back and forth about what the other had missed out on. It was only then that his husband had playfully questioned if he had any time to look at their list to try. If anything had possibly caught his eye.

Hadn't wanted to open his mouth about it but the curiosity to that gaze had been overwhelming. The gentle promptings it was fine for him to say if he had or hadn't. It truly hadn't taken much prompting from his husband before his frazzled mind was losing its focus. His mouth moving as his request was spilling out of him without a second thought. He had never been loose lipped. He had never been a babbler like Hizashi. However, it was in the car with Hizashi's gentle teasing as he tried to ask him about it.

However, it had spilled out of him before he could think to stop himself. Something about his husband's teasing and the playfulness in his tone, the sparkle to his gaze, had him turning the blonde. Had him stating what he'd wanted without batting a lash. A moment of hesitation. He wanted to try double penetration when they had the time to explore the possibility. He could still recall the sight of Hizashi's face when he'd told the man what he wanted. The way those blonde lashes had fluttered before eyes widened.

How blonde brows shot up on his forehead while his mouth dropped open slightly. The spots of color on his cheeks from the warmth in the car with the lighting outside reflecting blindingly off the hood of the car. The smear of queso by the corner of Hizashi's mouth from his food. The red tint from the sauce within his burrito as the blonde stared at him with that wide eyed look. As if he had pressed pause on the moment to watch that familiar sparkle of interest in his husband's gaze forming before his eyes.

And then the blonde had begun questioning him incredulously twice. And when he'd replied with the same answer, the blonde had been all too eager in asking if there was someone he had in mind to join them. If there was anyone he had his eye on and if so then he could extend the offer out if he wanted too. Much to his chagrin, he'd denied it. He'd tried to choke it out without stuttering but his answer had remained the same. He wasn't comfortable with someone joining them in the bedroom. Not yet.

It was too bold a move he wasn't sure he could do just yet. He wanted it, however, which is what made it difficult. Dicey. The blonde had seemed all too confident, once they were rushing across the parking lot after returning to the school, that he would get his wish. That he'd be knocked off of his feet when he came to him with a solution. He didn't have the foresight on Wednesday to know what Hizashi had clearly meant. The implication after he had explained his discomfort at someone else joining them.

He hadn't known last night when Hizashi again asked him if he was sure double penetration was something he wanted. It was only after he answered in the affirmative for the third time did his husband promised he'd have something good tomorrow when he came home. He'd have a solution. God knows hindsight was twenty-twenty. The night of his return home, he'd been wrapped up in loose ends around the house before he'd been monopolized by their daughter. By their gaggle of cats in the afternoon.

Rushing out the door after dinner to start his patrol with his husband and daughter whining as he flew out the door. It was a wash, rinse, repeat cycle as their first week of May came to a close. Friday had been the same with the both of them rushing to finish their never ending task list when Hizashi had told him this weekend would be different. The glint in his gaze had left him confused yet he'd accepted the blonde's promise of a nice weekend together. Something worthwhile. Again, he wished he'd had that foresight.

Saturday mornings were often spent relaxing. In a calming weekend where Eri was their sole attention to give her the fun weekends she deserved. A time the four of them could spend time together without the stressors of the week pushing on them. However, he was determined to get his work done hence his return to the school for the day to collect the rest of his paperwork. An endeavor that left him wrapped up in separating another fight in the dorms, Nemuri's insistent nitpicking, and a talk with Yagi along with Vlad.

Smaller things that had his quick pop in and out at the school far longer than he'd intended. He'd been eager to get back home when the blonde had sent him a few playful texts hinting that something good was waiting for him at home after his outing. He'd been itching to get the matters at the dorms settled before he could leave once again. Running across the parking lot to his car to pull into his driveway with the front door flying open to find the blonde bouncing on his toes with a sparkle in his eye.

Wavering in the doorway of their bedroom, he couldn't stop his mouth dropping open slightly as his laptop bag slid over his shoulder. Threatening to slip off all together to the floor from his loose grasp on it. But he couldn't think to stop it when Hizashi was bouncing on his toes with that brilliant, beaming smile on his lips. That sparkle of excitement to his gaze when he stepped into the room with a thud of his boots over the carpet. "Hizashi Yamada, what the fuck did you do?"

That bright smile wavered briefly then when Hizashi's fingers twisted together as his glasses slipped down his nose slightly when that smile was reinforced. It didn't hide that worried glint forming in that gaze when blonde brows squeezed together tightly as his husband took a deep breath. "I know it seems outta nowhere and sudden, but I promise I thought this through! I've spent two days -three if you count today- planning it all out the best I can on my front! And I know we've been busy lately-"

"I mean, that's one word for it, sure." Scathing. Dry. He couldn't keep them out of his tone when the blonde's eyes narrowed at him slightly with a tight purse of his lips. A flare of nostrils when brows raised at him with that expectant look to his gaze. Pausing with a hip jutting out slightly, the blonde looked for all the world like an exasperated mother trying to give a lecture. Swallowing down his protest, he sighed out when he shrugged his shoulder to adjust the straps. "I'm sorry. Continue, please?"

"Thank you." Oh, it had his heart skipping at the return of that dry, scathing tone in his husband's voice when he sighed out. And then a softer, warmer smile curled over his lips when the blonde when twisting hands pulled apart to reach out. He offered up his left hand allowing fingers to intertwine with his. "But as I was saying, we've both been busy this week. And we're only going to get busier going forward, you know? So, I thought we needed just an extra hand, you know? Like you said, to recharge together!"

"And that includes duplicating yourself again?" The blonde bit at his smiling lip when he let his gaze flicker over towards the bed where the sight of a perfect duplicate of his husband sat. Biting at his own lip with fingers twisting together in his lap, he couldn't help feeling a stab of pity. Duplicate or not, he could understand the awkwardness of a situation as this when those green eyes darted between him and Hizashi. Waiting as hands clenched together in his lap. "Zashi-"

"I know! I know it doesn't seem practical, but it is! Baby, he's helped me in more ways than you can possibly know! I've gotten so much done today with him without overwhelming myself, you know?" The hand in his squeezed tightly when he sighed out before lifting his right hand up to skim his fingers over that freckled cheek lightly. Hizashi's face tipped towards it when he pressed his palm to it. "I was able to get mine and your chores done in record time today so we can relax! Destress tonight, you know?"

"I can imagine how he's helped you but that doesn't mean you should go hunting down Tsukauchi for someone with a duplicating quirk to make a second version of yourself." Pressing his palm to Hizashi's pink cheek earned him a sigh from the blonde when shoulders slumped as his face turned into his hand. Nuzzling his palm with a soft kiss sending a tingle up his arm. "You don't have to go to such lengths to get things done, love, you know. You can ask me to help out more and I'll do it. You just need to ask."

Another nuzzle with a kiss was given to his palm when lashes fluttered with eyes lifting up to catch his when Hizashi's hand raised up to cover the back of his. "I know I don't have too but I thought it would make easier on us even if it was just for one night, you know? We've been running around all week long and the rest of this month is going to be no different. I thought one night to relax and have fun would be worth it. And it's not like Hiza wouldn't have fun or enjoy himself either!"

"Another Hiza, huh?" Oh, that smile on his husband's lips turned sheepish when that hand pushed gently against the back of his hand when he got another nuzzle of that cheek to his. Sighing out, he pulled his hand from Hizashi's when his gaze flicked over to the blonde sitting on the bed. Hizashi's spare glasses, octagon in shape, slipped down his nose with a hearing aid tucked in his ear. "I hope you haven't been working him to the bone with how clean the house is. Wouldn't be right if you did that, Zashi."

A laugh burst out of the blonde sitting on the bed then when he pushed himself up with a sparkle forming in that gaze when the duplic- Hiza, wavered on his feet before shuffling forward with a hesitant smile on his lips. Shy. "I wouldn't say he's been working me to the bone one bit, Sho! In fact, I'd dare say that Hizashi has been far more doting over me than you'd expect someone to be for a duplicate of themselves. He's been very attentive while I've been helping out with everything."

"See! We worked together on cleaning up the house while the kids are out at that festival! So tonight, I was thinking we could do your idea? I know we've been talking about it since Wednesday, but I thought this would make it easier, you know? Because I know you're not too keen on inviting others for this. And this isn't really inviting someone else but rather two of me! So, you don't have to be embarrassed or self-conscious, yeah? Is this easier? Or would this be too much on you, baby?"

"I think you're insane, Zashi." The strap of his laptop slid off his shoulder when Hizashi reached to grab at the strap when fingers brushed over his left cheek lightly. Prompting his gaze to flick to Hiza who held a sparkle of awe to him when fingers twitched away from his cheek in a jerk. Wary. He swallowed before reaching to grab at that wavering hand to press to his cheek. "I think you've run around like a dog after his tail and you're fucking nuts for doing this. For choosing to do it without telling me first."

"But?"

He swore the blonde and his duplicate were holding their breaths. Holding still to keep from spooking him away when he slid his thumb along Hizashi's cheekbone lightly. He had two options; blow this up into a bigger deal or take it in stride. Have a more in depth conversation with Hizashi on how he hunted down Tsukauchi just to find that woman from last year. How he made the time for it. "But I appreciate you going above and beyond to make this one request a reality for me. For trying to make it comfortable."

"And?"

Oh, how hesitant both blonde's sounded as that soft palm pressed to his cheek when he felt heat gathering in the back of his neck. Watching those spots of pink forming over freckled cheeks. Identical to Hiza's when he took a breath. Take it in stride or kick up a fuss. He didn't want to find problem with his husband doing exactly what he'd hoped for. Asked for. "And I wish you hadn't sprung this on me but I'm not going to kick up a fuss when you did something nice for me. If we both have the time and energy-"

"And if you have no complaints about doing this tonight then there's nothing stopping us, is there, baby? If you really want to do this then there's nothing standing in the way, is there?"

"No. No there isn't. Are you sure you're okay with this, Zashi? That you have the energy for anything involving a threesome? I mean, I didn't want you to feel pressured to do this soon as possible so if you feel uncomfortable about it-"

"Not at all! Baby, I'd love nothing more to try double penetration with you!" The hand pressing to the back of his shifted with his thumb sliding along his gently. There was a warmth to that gaze when Hizashi smiled softly at him when fingers squeezed at his hand. "I have more than enough energy and I'd love nothing more than to love you with the help of Hiza. I'd love nothing more than to try. Are you comfortable with this? Are you okay with this type of thing, baby? If you're uncomfortable then tell me, okay?"

"Okay. I-I want to try. Let's just try for the sake of it, yeah? You know better than anyone that I don't mind being shared between the two of you. With both of my husbands if I wanted to be technical about it. So if we're on the same page about it-"

"Then let's try, baby, yeah?"

It sent a shiver down his back at the lowered pitch of his husband's voice. The playful little growl when his laptop bag slid down his arm prompting him to pull his hand from that pink cheek. Placed onto the floor with a thud, Hizashi's hand found its way into his with a tug. His stomach fluttered before dropping when he swallowed around that knot of nerves. The hand on his cheek pulled away with hands grabbing at his left hand to tug him into the bedroom when the doors were slid shut behind him with a thud.

The light click of the lock being flipped into place when hands reached up from behind. Grabbing at his cardigan to begin pulling it down from his shoulders. Down his upper arms where they pooled at his elbows until he straightened his arms out allowing it to be pulled off. Hiza's hands hesitated before coming forward to flip up the hem of his shirt up with fingers brushing along his waist in a caress. Tugging him forward with that sparkle of awe and curiosity to his gaze when hands squeezed at him.

He knew, from what that very first time with a duplicate, that Hiza had those memories. A hive mind of sorts; after all, while Hiza was an independent creation, he was still Hizashi. Still his husband. And yet, despite being the same man, he knew from that past experience that Hiza had his own wants. His own needs, likes, dislikes and desires already in the short time he'd been in existence. It was an old song and dance he could recall from that very first time. Small facts he'd kept in the back of his head after all this time.

A hand raised from his waist when he was spun on his feet with a sharp inhale with his hands flying out to grab onto shoulders. Bunching fabric to his palms when fingertips were skimming over his cheek bone with a riveted awe to Hiza's face as pink spots formed over his cheeks. The drifting fingers then brushed backwards to pinch at a black lock only to coax it back to tuck behind his ear. They then drifted lightly in a caress over the shell of it before coming down to brush along the edge of his jaw.

The heat gathering in the back of his neck rushed forward to burn in his face when they came to a stop on his chin to tip his face up. Excitement clawed into his chest to make it groove in that overwhelming rush when he noticed the dip to Hiza's head. A spark of heat flickering in that gaze when his thighs hit the edge of the bed causing him to wobble on his feet when the hand on his waist shifted. That arm curling around his lower back kept him from topping over when he looked past the blonde before him.

To the sight of his husband walking around them. Hair fluttering over his shoulders with that sparkle to his gaze as he turned his head to watch the bed dipping as he climbed up. It had his heart skipping before hitting against his chest with a sickening strength when his breath wheezed out of him on a shudder. Turning at the light push on his chin, where he found that gaze locked onto him with such an intensity it had his breath hitching. A desire, a longing, that chased away that awe he'd seen minutes ago.

That curiosity. He licked his lips instinctively with eyes flicking down to catch the action as the hand on his chin shifted slightly. The press of his thumb just below his lip before sliding to follow the shape of it. Oh, the heat of that desire had his lips parting slightly when he squeezed at the shoulders beneath his hands. Sliding his right hand up to cup the back of Hiza's neck. God, it had his lips tingling at the intensity of that gaze on them when he felt fingers coaxing his hair away from his shoulder.

A kiss pressed to the side of his neck had him shuddering when he tugged at the blonde in front of him until he moved forward. The touch of those soft lips to his own had him sighing out as they slid against his with a familiarity to get his stomach fluttering. He could feel his lips molding to shape and curve to fit against Hiza's as they slid against his. Slow. A soft touch of lips that spoke volumes on that wariness remaining in him until he squeezed at the nape of his neck. Kneading at him firmly in soothing circles.

He felt a shudder run over Hiza with lips pressing firmer to his own. The quiet brush of their moving lips broken up with intermittent smacks as hands slid above his waist in a caress with lips trailing down the side of his neck towards his shoulder. Double anal penetration, from what he'd seen in quite a few videos the other night, looked painful. It looked absolutely uncomfortable from what he'd seen. And God knows he sounds of such an act had him wincing when he'd plugged his earbuds in out of curiosity.

Watching the videos with a sickening sense of awe and fascination with those disgustingly lewd sounds playing in his buds. He'd only barely made it a minute in on that second video before he was closing out that tab on his private browser. He'd gone on a dive yesterday after Hizashi had gone to the station for his show. Trying to look up what would and wouldn't make the idea of it easier on his body. Trying to hunt down the dos and don'ts of double anal penetration all for the sake of informing himself about it.

To know all he could possibly know about the act to make sure it went smoothly for him. All under the pretense it could take a while for the both of them to make time for something like this. And yet his husband had seemed all too content in running out, hunting down Tsukauchi, and the woman he knew. All to give him what he wanted. It was mind-blowing the lengths his husband would go to too just to make him happy. To pull something like this when he'd been more than content in waiting for it.

Waiting to make time for it. Moving his lips against Hiza's, hands slipped beneath the hem of his shirt to slid over his stomach causing muscles to jump in a vicious quivering. Had him squirming when fingertips trailed up his stomach over his happy trail. Up over his navel to slip up towards his chest as his heart pounded in that sickening speed and strength. Skipping when he got a nuzzle to the side of his neck as that quiet whisper of moving lips filled the quiet. The intermittent smack that sent a spark down his back.

Soft, warm lips melted to fit against his comfortably with firm press being more than enough to get him buzzing. To send a tingle down his back when hands fanned out over his chest before squeezing at him. It had him sucking in a sharp breath at the heat it had bursting under his skin. Settling down along his bones in a simmer. It had him flush as he pressed his lips harder to Hiza's only to earn himself a quiet sound from the blonde before lips returned that hard press. Trembling breaths fanning over his hot cheek.

Another squeeze was given to his chest was given before hands began to move over it blindly. Searching. Teeth nipped at his earlobe then with a sharp click off of the hoops there before biting at them gently to tug at them. An all too familiar action that had his stomach dropping airily leaving him sick from his racing heart. He moved his left hand down from its place on Hiza's shoulder towards his waist to pinch at the hem of his borrowed shirt. Twisting around his fingers with a light shake to his hand.

The pads of fingers rubbed over his left areola and nipple blindly. He could feel that tension that had kept his shoulders scrunched up and his back tense melting away. Slowly. Inching its way out of him with each slide of Hiza's lips against his that he giddily moved with. Returning those hard, slow kisses with their simmering heat to them when the pads of fingers were rubbing over his areolas. The press against his back had him pressed tightly to the blonde in front of him in a squish that had his heart pounding.

He shivered at the firm rubs over him as lips pressed with a quiet, fervent eagerness he was more than happy to reply in kind too. He knew he could have refused. He was in all the rights to refuse this. And yet could anyone blame him if he didn't reject it? If he was giving in without a second thought to a fantasy of his? The quiet, smoldering desire he'd had from the first challenge for the chance to be squished between his husband? To lose himself in that heat until he wasn't sure which Hizashi was the real one?

While he'd been absolutely delighted to have topped his husband's duplicate that very first time he had to admit that this is also what he wanted. To be squished up and kissed by two versions of his husband. To be smothered in that heat as hands and lips moved over him. It would be anyone's fantasy, wouldn't it? To have to a duplicate of their partner to love and touch them all night? He exhaled sharply at the idle wandering of his mind when he felt fingers sliding over his nipples in a slow flick over them.

A rub. It had his chest arching into those hands when he felt the light touch of a tongue tracing the shell of his ear before teeth nipped sharply at the tip. Sending a shiver down his back that had him squirming when the lips against his inched up in speed. Moving faster, which he was more than happy to follow along with, as he twisted his fingers into the hem of Hiza's shirt to tug at it again before untwisting them. Reaching backwards to twist his fingers into Hizashi's hair causing the blonde behind him to shudder.

There was a quiet, breathless sound in his ear. Shivering when he moved his lips in that new speed in time with Hiza's as those sharp smacks rang out. Trembling breaths racing quietly as they fanned over his hot cheek when he slid his hand from the nape of his neck into the soft blonde locks delightedly. Clutching at his fistfuls of hair to hold them close, close, close to him when hands shifted on his chest for thumbs to flick over his nipples. Sending waves of tingles down to pool down into his stomach.

Shortening when the fingers resting on his jaw moved down to curve backwards with a caress over his ass before tugging his hips forward to press tightly to Hiza's. Thumbs continued their idle, lazy flicks over his nipples when lips were trailing down towards the side of his neck again. A nip of teeth over the skin had him shuddering when he got a nuzzle following it as he pressed lightly on the back of Hiza's head for that hard press. Coaxing silently for those soft lips to crush themselves to his tingling ones.

A sharp exhale fanning over his cheek when fingers pinched lightly at his hardening nipples. Tugging lightly before twisting back and forth delicately had his heart skipping over those hard beats. He knew it would be shameful he hardly gave much of a fight against the scenario. Didn't insist harder on getting whatever remaining grading they had done tonight. On being responsible. But he was melting, melting, melting between the blondes'. God, that sandalwood scent of the blonde's cologne was unbelievably strong.

The both of them as warmth soaked into his chest and his back. Around his waist as hips pinned tightly to his sending a shiver down his back when he tightened his grasp on blonde locks. There was a nudge of hips against him sending a twisting of that desire through him to grip fervently at him. The flickers of heat beneath his skin. He couldn't deny he had felt that tingle of excitement when he'd been coaxed here by his husband to find Hiza sitting on the edge of the bed. A stab of apprehension he'd felt.

Knowing exactly what it meant without having needed to breathe a word at first. Fingers tugged gently at his nipples again before pinching tighter at them as they perked up tearing a low groan out of him when fingers tugged again before letting go. Fingers trailed over his nipples lightly with nails grazing over his areola's had tingles racing down to his stomach. Playful caresses and flicks given over his nipples were given again, again, again before flicking at them when that ache twisted in his lower stomach.

Spreading down to his groin in that maddening circuit when his dick twitched with that interest. At the pressure of hips pressing to his when fingers flicked over his nipples again as lips crushed themselves to his in those hard, passionate kisses that had his shortening breaths racing. Eager for another slide of those soft, warm lips against his. He had to be grateful that his husband the foresight to choose the weekend to try this. That it gave him a day and night to stay off of his feet so he wouldn't limp the day after.

While he hadn't read anything it would cause a limp, he had to figure it would leave him aching. Tender. It was counterproductive to be walking slowly everywhere without his students or coworkers questioning as to why he was so slow. And while he did have a patrol tomorrow it would be later in the evening. If need be, however, he could call out on it. Humming quietly at his rambling thoughts, he scratched at Hiza's head earning himself a shudder from the blonde with a renewed press against his lips.

Harder. Crushing kisses that had his lips buzzing from the force but God if he didn't love them. If they didn't have him clutching at the blonde locks in his hands earning himself whines from both of the blonde's pressed tightly to him. Trailing fingers flicked at his nipples again had him whining after them when he squirmed. Shuddering when there was a renewed, tight press of those hips against his pelvis and behind him. Fuck, if that didn't have his toes curling against the floor with a huff flying out of him.

The heat sizzling along his bones was leaving him warm, warm, warm. Flushed. It had his heart skipping over its hard beats with each crushing slide of those soft lips against his when they were lifting away. Growing lighter as he chased forward after them only to whine when the kiss was broken with a sharp smack with a trembling breath being taken. The hands on his chest squeezed at it again tearing a low groan out of him when hands were dropping down to his waist to bunch up his shirt before tugging it up.

Forcing him to release the hold on Hiza's and his husband's hair as he raised his arms up allowing his shirt to be flipped up. Tossed onto the floor when he felt the press against his back shifting away leaving him to wobble before dropping down on the edge of the bed with a grunt. Disgruntled briefly before he glanced over at the sight of his husband's blouse flying to the floor in a heap. Looking up to find the borrowed shirt of Hiza's coming up over his head with blonde locks slithering through the neckline.

His breaths trembled out of him when he leaned forward to press a kiss to the blonde's happy trail delightedly causing the muscles to tremble beneath his lips. There was another wobble to the bed tearing his gaze to the side when pants were flying off the edge to join the blouse. Turning curiously to glance over his shoulder, only for a choked sound left him at the sight of those rich purples panties on his husband. The pair he'd worn on their anniversary last year. God how long had it been since he'd seen Hizashi cross dress?

Months? The night of their foot jobs? A long ago date night? New Years Eve? He couldn't remember but God if the sight of that rich hue against the blonde's skin didn't have his heart sprinting against his chest. The light caught his nipple piercings in a playful, cheeky wink much like the jewelry in his ears. From his gauges to the smaller piercings running up to his double helix's. The deep blush smothering itself over his cheeks had the softer smatterings of his freckles along them to melt into the color.

Spreading down to his collar bones in a soft red. It was that blazing heat in his gaze, however, that had his racing breath catching in his throat. There was a shuffle before him when he found hands hovering over his shoulders prompting him to look forward. And God, if he didn't want to burn up at the sight of a pair of Hizashi's paler panties on Hiza. Softer. A peach color that his husband hardly bothered with as it wasn't "eye catching" but fuck if he wasn't awed at the sight as his face burned fiercely.

Cheeks throbbing lightly from the force of that blush when he nodded silently allowing hovering hands to cling onto his shoulders. Pressing down as pants were flicked away from around ankles off to the side with the rest. He found himself leaning forward then to press a kiss to Hiza's happy trail as he slid his hands up to slide along his slender waist. A stuttered, hitching breath was taken above him when fingers combed through his hair to tilt his head back allowing for lips to press to his forehead.

And then the blonde before him was stepping back out of his reach when tugged through his hair gently allowing him to lift his head. Just in time to turn his head to catch the sight of Hiza climbing onto the bed next to him. Dipping from his weight, his hands twitched at the sight of those softly freckled thighs and what he could make out of his ass before he was turning his head behind him when Hiza reached for their bedside table. Tugging open the drawer to tug out two golden squares that crinkled in his grasp.

Dipping back in to grab at the pack of wipes and a new tube of lube. The packs were sat down with a crinkle beneath the lamp with the drawer then being snapped shut gently before the blonde was settling down in the center of the bed next to Hizashi. He felt a light push on his shoulders then coaxing him to stand up, to which he happily jumped to his feet. Hands flying down to the waistband of his pants and boxers, he paused. Watched two pairs of eyes meeting with that all too familiar look to them.

Wicked.

As if silently questioning if now was the time for it. A look he'd seen aimed his way many times in his marriage to Hizashi, yet it left him confused at the sight of it. What could the blondes have up their sleeves? What could Hizashi have up his sleeve? He didn't- He froze as his mouth dropped open with another strangled, choked sound leaving him when Hizashi was leaning forward. And God, he didn't know how to feel about the sight of Hizashi essentially kissing himself. It was something that should be weird.

It should be so, so strange it put him off. It should leave him questioning his husband's intentions. It should leave him feeling something. Something that certainty shouldn't be the heat that sizzled under his skin as a shiver ran down his back at that first smack of sliding lips. Not to feel his heart jumping up to his throat as his stomach dropped viciously. Shouldn't feel his dick twitching at that twisting burst of arousal shooting through him. Hands frozen on his waist as he tried to process the sight before him.

The sight of his husband in nothing but his rich purple panties of his, kissing himself. Kissing his duplicate with such passion it had his hands trembling lightly. Fingers twitching before clenching his clothing tightly in his grasp. Last year, Hizashi had admitted he'd thought about it but had found it too narcissistic to fuck his duplicate. That he would find it too weird. Hizashi had been open about it after following an admission to wanting to give him something to remember far more fondly on the night but hadn't.

Something had changed from last year to tonight but fuck if he wasn't finding himself happy over it. If he wasn't stunned with that awe as he watched the blonde's lips moving with those deafening smacks. A hand coming up to skim over Hiza's red cheek before drifting down towards his jaw. Down to the other blonde's fluttering chest where fingers drifted over a hard nipple lightly. A quiet voice in the back of his head argued he should be put off by this. Should be feeling something negatively towards it.

But God knows it only served to turn him on in a way he'd never thought he'd be over his husband kissing himself. It had his heart racing against his chest as he squeezed at the fabric he held in his shaking hands when his dick gave another excited twitch that had his thighs pressing together to soothe that ache. That arousal clawing into him when a quiet hum left his husband. A soft breathless sound leaving the other blonde as lips slid together fervently together. Pressing harder as smacks grew louder in volume.

As if there had been some unspoken, quiet desire twisting tighter in the both of them until someone was aching to satisfy it. To fulfill that desire before it can become an acute need. Smacks filling the silence when Hizashi's fingers trailed over that hardened nipple again before pinching at it. Tugging with a light side-to-side twist that had Hiza's chest arching forward with a whine flying out of the man. It was- God, there was no word or sentence to accurately describe how fucking hot it all was to him.

How it had his dick twitching frantically when he felt a wet droplet soaking into his boxers causing him to hiss in a sharp breath. The sensation had his thighs tensing in their press instinctively when he glanced down with hands tightening on his clothing. There was a playful hum then coaxing him to look up when he felt his heart skip wildly, finding two pairs of green eyes staring at him from the corners of them. Locking onto him with a blazing, lustful heat to them as lips moved together with that desire.

That hungry lust he could see in that gaze of his husband's as lashes fluttered. It had his dick twitching yet again when he was unfreezing and moving to shove at his clothing with his eyes glued on the blondes who seemed all too delighted to keep his hold. It was so, so odd but God he couldn't think of finding something disgusting about it. Of finding something about this that could make it so weird he was put off. But he couldn't. Not when he found something to be such a damn turn on about the sight of it.

Whether it was the passionate, hungry way his husband was kissing himself or the eye contact but it got his blood burning. Had his dick twitching as he bent down to shove his clothing to his knees before letting it drop to the floor. Kicking at his clothing until he was flinging them off behind him when his husband pulled back from the kiss with a sharp smack. A grin curling of his lips when the lube was cracked open between them as he climbed up onto the bed then crawled forward to the both of them.

Hizashi shuffled back allowing him space in between when he leaned towards his husband. Lips parting with that tingle as his racing breaths shuddered on their way out when he tipped his face up allowing for soft lips to come down on his. The jolt of heat it sent down his back had his dick twitching when he felt hands on his waist. Coaxing his position slightly to have his lower half facing Hiza when hands slid over his waist to his lower back. A caress over his ass that ended in a hard squeeze with lips pressing to his back.

A combined sensation that had his toes curling when hands swept down towards his thighs. It had goosebumps raising over his skin when hands pulled away from him as his lips moved with Hizashi. Listening to the smacks of their kisses muffling that quiet brush as they moved together. A hard press of those lips to his that had him sighing out shakily when he balanced his weight onto his left hand with fingers clutching at the blanket. Lifting his right hand up to slide it over his husband's thigh to his waist.

Blindly, giddily, tracing the thin elastic band of his panties with the edges of his nails when the blonde inhaled sharply. Shuddering on its way out when he tugged lightly at that small white bow in the front when the squelch of lube being spread had him hissing in sharply as well. Slipping the tips of his fingers just enough beneath that waistband to tug them away before letting them flip back against his husband's waist. Loving the squirm of his husband's it earned him while those squelches rang out behind him.

Asif Hiza were eager to get it spread. To join the both of them in the heat of it. A hand slid over his ass before grabbing fiercely at the cheek as he was pulled apart when lips crushed themselves to his. Fervent, passionate slides against his that he was all too happy to return to his husband when slick fingers pressed against him. They slipped over him clumsily, no doubt going for a confident rub, but he couldn't help a whimper as he arched his hips back. Welcoming that touch without a second though.

It had goosebumps breaking out over his feverish skin when fingers rubbed at him slickly with that firm press to get his toes curling. He moved his lips with Hizashi's with that fervent eagerness that had been returned to him by Hiza seconds ago. The fervent need he'd seen in the blonde's kisses with himself. God, it had hotter than anything even if the concept was strange. It was, strangely enough, what he'd wanted to see the very first time Hizashi had duplicated himself. An odd, quiet desire he'd been hesitate to ask for.

Fuck if it wasn't hotter than he imagined it being. He whimpered at the firm press of fingers against him when he felt the bed shifting with lips crawling up his back in soft kisses. It had him shuddering as he crushed his lips to Hizashi's with that hard press being returned to him. God, he'd never get over how soft Hizashi's lips were. How warm they were as they slid against his quickly. There was a hunger bleeding into them. A sizzling passion that had his heart beat throbbing quietly in his ears at the kisses given.

Tracing his fingertips along the top of his husband's underwear, he tugged at them playfully again when a hand slid into his hair to tip his head back at a slight angle. It had him squirming when fingers swirled against him as lips slid against his passionately, lustfully, when his shaking breaths crested into that light panting speed. Racing. He happily threw himself into that kiss with his own passion, his own hunger and lust. The sharp smack mixing with the slick sound of fingers swirling against him.

A playful touch and go that broke up their firm rubs against him when fingers were lifting up to change their position. Tips pressing against him as they rolled along the rim of his hole causing the muscles to spasm in a blatant twitch. His dick gave a volley of twitches when he groaned at the teasing swirls given before he felt that gush when fingers pulled at his hair sharply. Pain shrieking over his scalp before racing down his back in sparks of heat that had him moaning out with a deafening volume.

Shuddering as his back arched instinctively when there was another yank followed by the hand holding him open to squeeze fiercely at him. A hard squeeze that had him squirming when he slid his hand down to cup his husband's crotch with an encouraging groan leaving the blonde. There was a wet spot soaking into the thin fabric as his dick twitched beneath his hand when he squeezed at him. The hand in his hair keeping a firm, tight pull on the locks resulting in a consistent pull on his scalp.

God, it had sparks racing down his back when he giddily squeezed firmer at his husband. Kneading at him idly with hard squeezes that had his husband groaning throatily at him when he pressed his fingers down. Curling them inwards to squeeze at him when he got a buck of hips against his hand. Prompting him to shift his hand before abandoning his firm, idle kneading for a rub against the blonde when he felt a finger pushing at him. He shuddered when he renewed his backwards arch of his hips towards Hiza.

Earning himself a low, throaty groan that had goosebumps raising over his skin again when that finger pushed, pushed, pushed at him before it sank into him. Oh, it had him burning up at the lips fluttering along his back with lips crushing themselves to his in urgent, passionate kisses that robbed him of breath. The quiet drag of his rubbing had hips bucking forward as a groan left his husband. Pressing down against him, he shuddered when tight, firm circles were rolled into his inner wall with that delicious pressure.

Tight circles that had him whining out shrilly when that finger curled inwards to press against him firmly. Clenching tightly around Hiza's finger sent a spark of heat up his back when his hardening dick twitched before coming up to tap against his stomach. A drop of pre-come smeared against his happy trail as it rested against it with a twitch. Rubbing at his husband eagerly with a firm press down had the blonde moaning at him in that keening pitch when he felt Hiza's finger then pulling backwards slightly.

Thrusting back in shallowly with a squelch had him shuddering with Hizashi when he curled his fingers to keep that firm pressure up on the blonde. Whining when he felt his dick twitching beneath his fingers only to have his husband pulling back to break the kiss. Gasping in a breath when he felt that finger pulled back before thrusting into him again with a squelch. He chased after those lips eagerly earning himself one, two, three short presses of those soft lips onto his. Pecks that rang out with sharp smacks.

The bed then shifted with a wobble behind him with Hiza's movement. And then, then, then he got that strange rush of arousal when he glanced up to find Hiza leaning in again with Hizashi meeting him halfway. Pressing together, he could admire the way their lips shaped and molded to fit against one another. That first kiss was punctuated with a smack when that finger pulled back again before thrusting in shallowly. And again. Again, again, again did that finger thrust into him shallowly with that quick speed.

Rubbing the pad of his finger against his inner walls carelessly had him shuddering with a whimper before giving in to that quiet desire. Wanting to do something. He leaned in then when he pressed his lips to the blonde's fluttering chest in soft, frenzied kisses that had his husband shuddering. The curls of blonde hair tickling his face when he nuzzled his husband's chest. Soft kisses being trailed as he moved over to nip playfully at his husband's pierced nipple. Tracing the rim of his areola with the tip of his tongue.

Loving the whine it got him from his husband when he felt the hand in his hair tightening in a consistent tug. It sent a jolt of pleasure through him as sparks ripped up his back with sparks of heat fanning under his skin as that finger thrusted into him quickly. The pad of his finger rubbing against his inner wall as the speed was adjusted to match that of his rubbing hand. He kept that firm press down against Hizashi's twitching dick, he made his way down the blonde's chest towards his stomach with a shuddering breath.

His toes curled then as his shallow pants wavered before pressing kisses down to the blonde's navel softly. Muscles jumped in a vicious quiver beneath his lips when he pressed kisses around his navel before moving down. Kissing at the start of that light dusting of blonde hair before following his happy trail down. Rubbing at his husband with that spark of eagerness to feel that finger matching his speed. Thrusting into him eagerly, he couldn't stop himself from twitching his hips back to meet those shallow thrusts.

He curled his fingers to press down fiercely before squeezing at his husband's twitching dick earned him a keening moan as hips bucked forward. Squirming with an arch to his back when Hiza's finger rubbed firmly at his inner wall with his shallow thrusts. God, it was hot, hot, hot. The slick squelches of that thrusting finger. The quiet smacks of his lips pressing to the blonde's stomach. The louder smacks of lisp moving above him fervently with that passion. A lustful hunger that had him whining shrilly.

The breathless, quiet back of the throat sounds being made beneath racing shallow pants. He slid his fingers up in a firm rub over his husband where he could feel the change in that wet spot as his dick twitched beneath his fingers. It had his erection throbbing lightly against his stomach with that silent ache. His breath hitched sharply on a choked gasp when he felt a second finger wriggling between his cheeks. Moving press against that thrusting finger which paused with firm circles rolled into his inner walls.

Tracing along the edge of his husband's panties when he leaned down to press a kiss to his husband when he lapped his tongue over the thin fabric. Hips arched forward with a groan leaving his husband above him when he felt that second finger rubbing against the surrounding skin. Moving inward to trace the rim of his hole spread around that finger sending a shiver racing down his back. Giving another lap over his husband when he felt his husband's dick giving a volley of twitches beneath his tongue.

Covering his mouth over his husband, he suckled firmly at him through his panties. Biting down gently on it before suckling firmly when he got another volley of twitches beneath his mouth that had him lapping his tongue against his panties. Squirming when the twitching bulge beneath his mouth finally began to harden. He could feel his saliva soaking into his husband's panties as he sucked firmly at his hardening bulge. Swirling his tongue over the soaked fabric before mouthing at him gently.

Sucking at him once more, he lifted his mouth from the soaked patch then leaned in to press a kiss to the wet fabric. It was absolutely aweing how easily the thin fabric got wetter faster than boxers. Thrilling. It had him squirming when he slid his fingers up to curl them beneath the thin waistband before tugging. Pulling them down when Hiza's middle finger pushed firmly at him with the tip tracing along the rim of his hole. Whining out when that second finger sank into him slickly when he glanced up instinctively.

Exhaling sharply when he caught the sight of lips parting as mouths opened up with a quiet click of that piercing hitting off of teeth. He then tore his gaze away as he reached in to grab at that twitching, hardening dick giddily before wrapping his fingers around him as he gave a stroke. Hot, hot, hot. He was fucking hot. How could he have thought, for a second, of denying this? When he'd been wanting Hizashi for more than a flitting gesture? A tiny moment of affection? He'd been thinking on this for God knows how long.

Was it from last year with that first duplication? After he'd let Hizashi fist him? When had that silent, unnamed desire formed? He couldn't tell but God if it wasn't turning him on. Had him hotter than he thought he'd get over double penetration and that hadn't happened yet. He felt that finger bottom out within him with fingers rolling firm circles into him with a shiver at that light burn of that stretch. Giving another stroke to his husband's hardening erection, he felt that cliché mouthwatering effect in his mouth.

Squeezing fiercely around those fingers as they rubbed at his inner walls when he shuddered at the pleasure pooling into him. Clutching around them with that spark of heat fanning under his skin at the sensation of having something inside of him. And he then leaned in to press a playful kiss to the head. Smearing a droplet of pre-come welling along the slit over his lips as a result. It was ignored, ignored, ignored when he was moaning throatily at the spread of those fingers pushing at his inner walls.

Jerking his hips back when fingers pushed, pushed, pushed out before coming together to rub at his inner walls with that curl inwards to give him that drool worthy pressure. Oh, it had him placing soft, fluttering kisses over his husband who groaned out when he caught a hand moving out of the corner of his eye. Pushing down those peach colored underwear. He opened his mouth with a shudder when he covered the skin above that top piercing. Sucking gently at the skin with a swirl of his tongue had his husband moaning.

The hand in his hair tightening its grasp on it with another tug that had his back arching slightly with a moan of his own ripping out of him. He swirled his tongue to the skin before lifting his mouth to move down further along the side of his piercings to press another open-mouthed kiss next to them. Sucking at the skin with a playful swirl as he lapped at the skin before lifting his mouth to duck down towards the bottom of his husband's piercings. Covering the spot with a playful swirl of his tongue and gentle suck.

Groaning when he sucked at the skin again gently when those rubbing fingers spread out, out, out, out relentlessly. The light sting of that spread had him groaning as they were broken up by sharp, shallow thrusts sending sparks up his back as he arched backwards with twitches of his hips to meet them. It had him burning up when he lifted his mouth to press another open-mouthed kiss along the side of his piercings. Suckling gently at the spot before swirling his tongue playfully when he lifted his mouth away.

Admiring the glistening spots he'd already left on his erection. Swallowing, he pressed his tongue to the base before lapping his way along the underside. Pressing his tongue firmly against his piercings tore a keening moan from his husband u above him with fingers tightening in his hair when he reached the head. Swirling his tongue over it before giving a firm lap. Prodding at the slit with the taste of pre-come spreading over his tongue after he lapped it away. He squeezed firmly at his husband as he fully hardened in his grasp.

Stroking him lazily with those slick spots he'd left behind acting as thin spots of lube. Fuck, there was so much going on around him it left him dazed. He couldn't focus on one thing that was leaving him hotter or what was causing him the most arousal but he fucking loves it. He couldn't think long enough too. Not when fingers were pushing out at him with sharp thrusts that had him jerking his hips back to meet them. The slick squelches of those thrusts acting as shots to his stomach as heat twisted impatiently under his skin.

Wanting, wanting, wanting. Needing, needing, needing. He lapped his tongue over the head with a grind to the slit that had his husband moaning above him with an echoing moan from Hiza. Huffing rasping pants being taken when he slid his hand in lazy, curving strokes as he brushed his palm over those piercings causing hips to jerk forward. Thrusting into his grasp when fingers stretched out again. God. When Hizashi had been questioning him insistently on what he wanted with double penetration.

Gentle prodding's from time to time on how he wanted to do it and what position he'd want it in he hadn't thought. Had answered offhandedly with the limited knowledge he had at time which, after last night's research dive, he'd gone into much more detail on. While he couldn't deny he was nervous, that excitement twisted into him viciously with each spread of those fingers. Quick thrusts of fingers that were lengthening their pull back before sliding forward in deeper thrusts that had him groaning throatily.

And as he sat there, rocking lightly on his knees back and forth, he had a moment of apprehension. No, not quite apprehension but worry. Anxiety. Despite his bold, slightly flirtatious words minutes ago at the door, he was scared shitless. He could admit that much to himself. Hizashi had danced around the idea of sex tonight which, in return, he'd done his best to be sure he was ready. To be clean by the time he headed home which prompted him to make a pitstop at the dorms before he ran for their car.

To be ready only to be be surprised by this. And as terrifying as it was to think about, he didn't mind trying. If it didn't work, then it didn't work. Hizashi had been hinting at making this work for him with no clear time frame. No set date. And yet he was burning up as he stroked Hizashi with that eagerness as he covered the head of his erection to suckle at it idly. Rocking on his knees to meet those thrusting fingers giddily when they began to spread out again. Pushing insistently at his inner walls in that spread.

He tried squeezing around them with a keening moan flying out of him. Echoed by the blondes up above him when he caught the quiet sound of brushing skin. The slick tap of fingers swiping over a dripping head when that sharp smack broke off above him with choked gasps. He shuddered before sliding down further on his husband's erection. Just past the head as he suckled at him with fingers rolling into his inner walls before spreading. Pushing at him in a fight against the trembling muscles.

Squirming with an arch to his back when they reinforced their push when he tried squeezing around them. Pushing out again, again, again. Spreading, spreading, spreading then thrusting into him to give him a rub. God, he could drool over it. So good, so good. He'd never thought actively of bringing another person into their bedroom but God if it wasn't an exciting thought. The hand in his hair tightened on a pull sending sparks down his back when he felt the bed wobble followed by the crinkle of a wrapper.

It had his heart jumping in his throat leaving it tight when he suckled at his husband. Listening to the rip followed by the sound of a strip being spit out followed by a whine with sharp smacks ringing out above him. Pecks. It had his blood boiling in his veins when he felt those fingers pushing at him in between their thrusts. He couldn't breathe without feeding that heat when the hand in his hair yanked at him sharply again to pull him off when he groaned in protest. Squirming to sink down only to have Hizashi whine.

He'd only just started it seemed when he was being yanked off. It was maddening. Frustrating. Pulling off of the blonde, he felt another tug on his hair coaxing his head back to look up to his husband when he squeezed at the twitching erection. A slick thumb pressed just below his lip in a familiar caress when he glanced over when hands came into view. Tapping at his hand for him to let go of Hizashi's erection when fingers came into view with a dollop of lube. Spread over his piercings causing the metal to glisten at him.

Watching in fascination as the ring of a dripping condom was pressed to the head. Rolled on quickly over the upper half before using caution once the ring met the piercings where they were eased over them. Careful. Rolled down to the base when fingers left his hair as fingers spread out in him rapidly back-to-back when he tried squeezing around them. Trembling. It had a moan snapping out of Hiza when he met that blazing gaze as the blonde pushed out against him effortlessly. Easier than he'd imagined.

Thrusting, thrusting, thrusting into him quickly with deep thrusts that rubbed so fucking good against his inner walls sent sparks raced up his back. Pushing out at him, again, again, again. God, it had him shivering when trembling fingers pushed out with that insistence at his inner walls. Coming together in one, two, three sharp thrusts into him to get him gasping with an eager, jerking backwards thrust of his hips to meet those fingers. Trying to keep them in him a moment longer as he squeezed around them.

They gave a final push at him when muscles spasmed with that silent desire. Trying to squeeze them together again only to find a resistance in those shaking fingers when Hiza groaned at him lowly. Shuddering. Pressing together again, the pads of his fingers rubbed against his inner walls in that drool worthy up and down slide with the slight curl to his fingers. Pressing just enough to get him squeezing tightly around them before they slipped out of him. Whimpering shrilly when they slid out with a squelch.

He jerked his hips backwards to no avail. Then the other blonde shifted backwards with a brief look of hesitation before laying out on his back. Blonde locks spreading over their dark comforter when he was coaxed backwards to sit on his heels when his husband cleared his throat. Drawing his attention away from the sight of Hiza laying out on the bed with those peach panties stretched around his upper thighs. It had his heart jumping in his throat when he met his husband's gaze with a trembling breath.

"I want to use our color system, okay? I want you to use our safe word if this is too much, okay? Do you still want to try this, baby? If you don't then that's perfectly okay! We don't have to do it and we can plan for it another day! If it hurts, if it causes any pain or it becomes too much, you just tell the both of us and we'll stop. No one will be upset if you need to, okay? Neither of us would ever be mad at you if you call the white-flag, baby. This is about you're comfort and feeling good. Not bad, scared or upset."

Did he want this? Yes. God, yes, he wanted nothing more than to try this. He'd been handed a golden platter to act on this. He wanted it more than anything since he'd brought it up to his husband. Even if those videos had been amazingly unpleasant in those oddly, pleasurably pained moans and slick sounds. Even if he couldn't help but wonder how he'd do this. Scared to try and excited too. Licking his lips, he swallowed before meeting his husband's gaze. "I-I wanna try, Zashi, please?"

"Then laid back on Hiza's chest, yeah? Spread your legs, baby. We'll take it real slow, alright? No rush." Nodding, he shifted before crawling backwards towards the other blonde when hands slid over his waist. Up his sides gently in a caress that had him melting when he rested back on his chest. Planting his feet on the bed before letting his knees fall to the sides as far as they could go. Spreading himself wide, wide, wide when Hizashi crawled forward with the lube in hand.

Hands slid in a circuit over him; up over his sides down to his waist when he felt lips pressing to the side of his head as then let his head fall back. Pressing to the mattress above Hiza's shoulder as hands kneaded at him comfortingly when the slick squelch of lube being spread over the condom rang out. "Hizashi's right, lovely. If you need us to stop, if you can't do this today, then there's nothing wrong with that. I know you like to at least try but this won't come at your expense, okay? Just let us know if something's wrong?"

"Ye-Yeah. Yeah, okay, I-I can do that!" Hands kneading at his waist squeezed at him when a hand lifted up to find his. Fingers intertwining with his when he swallowed at the squeeze he got when that squelching down between his legs came to a stop. Hips arched up beneath him with hands coming downs beneath to help spread him apart. Squirming at the slick nudging of Hiza's erection at him, he clung to the hand in his which earned him a gentle squeeze when he got a nuzzle.

Angling his hips down to press himself firmly against him and that equally firm upwards push had that give coming much faster. Quickly. Sinking into him slickly with a squelch, he gasped in a breath when hands let go of him when he slid his hips down. Down, down, down until he was resting against a pelvis. Shuddering at the throaty moan in his ear when hips squirmed beneath him when he bottomed out. Hands then swept along his inner thighs in a soothing caress. "Let me know when you're ready, baby, okay?"

"Mmm."

Clenching around that twitching erection, it had his thighs twitching with that urge to press and rub together. His hips wriggling much like the ones beneath him in a slight grind that earned him another throaty moan when the hand in his squeezed tightly in unison with the hand on his waist. Clutching at him as hands continued their soothing caress along his inner thighs. It was odd to have the blonde inside him like this. To feel him lacking that feeling of piercings rubbing at him through the condom.

Dragging his teeth over his lip, he rolled his hips down in that idle grind as hips jumped up to join his rhythm. His movements. It had shivers racing down his back when he dug his teeth into his lower lip with his head pressing back. The rustle of his hair over the blanket was loud, painfully loud in his ears, yet he could ignore it. Forsake it as he rolled his hips down in tight circles to Hiza's pelvis as hips pressed up tightly against him with whine leaving the blonde beneath him. Could he do this? Could he handle this?

Can his body physically handle two, in all fairness, well-endowed people in him? Or would it hurt too much? Should he call for that white-flag before they started? Hiza wouldn't blame him. His husband wouldn't blame him. He wanted so badly to try yet he couldn't help fearing that the preparation wouldn't be enough. Having Hiza stretching him out in that drool worthy manner wouldn't be enough. The apprehension was choking him. Whining out when he felt nails scratching gently over his inner thighs.

A gentle brush that caused the muscles to tense. Quivering under his husband's hands when they paused to knead gently at him. He clenched up around Hiza's erection tearing a groan from the blonde when hips ground up against him in those tight circles. Moving with him as if it was physically impossible to stay still. To hold himself still but God knows he didn't care one bit. Letting out a sharp exhale as he rolled his hips down against him when he let his teeth drag over his lip at the bursts of heat fanning under his skin.

The hands holding onto him in their kneading squeezes and comforting caresses. The silent offer for him to back out was all too abundant with that verbal one. Hizashi had chased down Tsukauchi for this. He hadn't asked for it to be soon but the fact his husband, who was running himself ragged, went out and did this for him? He didn't want to squander it. He didn't want to push himself either. It was such a contradiction, yet he couldn't deny the simplistic pleasure pooling into him when he clenched tightly around him.

Finding a pleasure in admiring the thickness of that twitching erection within him. Pushing at his inner walls with that insistent for room to be made as hips ground up against him. The second pair of hands sliding over his skin in a caress that had him melting into Hiza's chest. Chased away the anxiety and apprehension ever so slightly when he took a deep breath. He wanted to try. If it went badly then it went badly but he could say that he tried, couldn't he? He should have emphasized he could wait for this.

That they had time to plan it but he truly hadn't imagined his husband would run out and do this for him. If this didn't work then it didn't mean they couldn't do something different, did it? Hizashi wouldn't deny them to try something else if this didn't work, would he? Rolling his hips down against Hiza, he squeezed around that twitching erection earning himself another groan. A snapping sound that had his stomach flipping when he raised his own hips up slightly. Then he dropped down in a shallow thrust.

The slick squelch ringing out had the blonde beneath him shuddering as hands tightened their hold on his inner thighs in a squeeze. Rolling his hips in that figure-eight motion had Hiza moaning out with hands clutching at his waist and hand. It was so odd not to feel those piercings nudging and rubbing against his inner walls as he moved but it gave him a weird, strange sense of nostalgia. Groaning when he felt hips mimicking his figure eight movement beneath him had his toes curling into the blanket.

His feet pressing down firmly against the bed to aid in the tight movement as he dug his teeth into his bottom lip fiercely when he gave another lift up before coming back down. Shuddering at the slick squelch of the rubber and lube, hands slid up squeeze at his knees. His rasping pants hitched when his knees twitched to spread themselves open wider. Giving the blonde a clear view that could satisfy that quiet desire to watch for he knew the blonde. Knew himself enough to know what they could both possibly want.

That while it wasn't some stranger in bed with them that the other would want to show off and the other would want to watch. A beautiful balance that always left him far, far too eager to indulge in those quieter desires of theirs. He moaned out lowly in that muffled pitch when he lifted himself up only to drop down with Hiza's hips jumping up to hit against him with a light slap. Squeezing tightly around his erection had the blonde beneath him squirming with a rustle of the blanket with a breathless moan.

Dragging his teeth over his lip with a breathless groan of his own with hands sliding over his thighs sending tingles racing under his skin to pool into his stomach. Had his erection twitching against his stomach as drops of pre-come smeared onto his happy trail. Hot, hot, hot. He didn't need to look to know that his husband's eyes were resting on him and God it was burning him up. Riling him up just a little more, more, more. Could he handle this? Maybe. Maybe, maybe, but it was so sudden, wasn't it?

He wasn't mentally or physically prepared enough, he didn't think so. But would it hurt to try? Emotionally would it hurt? He couldn't think of an answer. Not when his hips were lifting instinctively before snapping down with hips jumping up to meet his shallow thrust. The feel of that twitching erection rubbing so damn good against him had him contemplating what two would feel like. Would it hurt? Or would it feel good? Taking a deep breath as he ground his hips down, he lifted his head up to find that gaze burning down at him.

Heated. A lustful desire that had him shuddering at the sight of his husband sitting between their spread legs. The sight of his erection resting flush against his stomach with the faintest bulge of piercings beneath the rubber had him biting at his inner cheek that gaze flicked up to catch his. Nodding tightly at his husband with that silent go ahead, the blonde shuffled forward between his spread legs with hands sliding down his thighs. The hand on his waist then squeezed before moving to curve down beneath him.

Hands spread him open once again when eyes remained on his to scrutinize his reaction when he paused that tight grinding down against Hiza's pelvis. Swallowing, he nodded again when Hizashi's hips arched forward, and he felt the slick nudge against him to which his stomach fluttered viciously. Dropping airily with such intensity it threatened to leave him sick when he clenched his jaw instinctively. Breathing slowly through his nose as he'd read online too. Keeping himself relaxed as he then shut his eyes.

Taking those deep, slow breaths that had his chest expanding then falling slowly. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. Trying to ignore that slick press against him with eyes on him as hands tightened with gentle kneading at him while the hand in his squeezed. Holding on tightly. In. Out. In. Out. Was he rushing? Should he give it more time? In. Out. What if it didn't fit? What if it did? In. Out. In. Out. In- A choked breath flew out of him when he felt that nudging give way allowing for Hizashi to slide forward into him.

Shaking. It was- He couldn't find a word to accurately describe it. Not yet. It wasn't at all like that dildo he'd taken a year ago; not at all. It felt like he had already been full but was now being made to take more. Inner walls spasmed as muscle shrieked at that pain causing them to throb frantically from the spread of it. Pain or discomfort? He couldn't identify it but it had him whining. It bolted up his back to wrap around his lower half in a pressure that had him whimpering when the hand in his squeezed gently at him.

He couldn't breathe without feeding that pain that had tears pricking at his eyes. No, not pain, but something more? An ache? Throbbing, throbbing, throbbing. He couldn't describe it other than his brain frantically shrieking at him that it was pain, pain, pain making his muscles contract with their throbs when the blonde bottomed out within him. Shaking. Gasping. Not pain but pressure? A fullness leaving him wordless? Or was it pain? Was it just discomfort so intense that it felt like pain but wasn't truly it?

It was stabbing his stomach as it pooled into him with a tight wrap around his lower waist. He hadn't felt this sensation since the first time he'd had sex with Hizashi. But was it pain? He knew it didn't exactly feel good. It felt rushed. Like he was trying to get over that fear faster by speeding them along quickly to keep from thinking about it. To keep from focusing on the fact that this was so sudden it left his head spinning. He'd been willing, hadn't he? Hadn't he been perfectly okay with this at the doorway?

When both blondes had been standing before him? Turned on when he'd seen those kisses traded between Hizashi and Hiza? So why, why, why now did it feel so bad? A Was it simply because he didn't expect this? The pressure that was throbbing through his lower half? He just barely caught the soft croons in his ears filled with that concern tried to gain his attention. Lips on his shoulders and face but he couldn't focus on the questions nor on the check ins as hands squeezed at him fervently with that silent question.

It wasn't true pain. It was, however, almost enough to get him to shout for it to be pulled out. For him to be given room to breathe but he couldn't move. He was frozen. Stiff as he tried to convince himself to calm down just enough to relax. To breathe through it but his lungs felt frozen. His chest unable to lift as tears pricked his eyes with his head falling back to the bed. Trying to think around the discomfort pulsing through his lower half. That extra sense of fullness that had his legs shaking as hands slid over them.

Hands that held and squeezed him close carefully between the two of them with a frantic edge to the quiet questions. The hand in his squeezing silently with that familiar rhythm they often used during their scenes together. That silent check-in to see where he was at when he couldn't speak. Couldn't reply verbally. Yet he couldn't make his hand move to return to give the three hard squeezes indicating red. However, both blondes were just as frozen as himself. Refusing to move an inch if he wasn't yet.

Shaking pants being taken by the three of them. It was mortifying hearing his own rasping pants raking down his throat as his right hand was clinging onto something. A hand? He clung to them in his grasp with a shake that rattled him to his bones. Slowly. And yet he couldn't ignore that voice shrieking in the back of his head for them to get out, out, out of him. Give him a second to breathe without that pressure in his lower half making itself all too apparent. That throbbing ache that had him whimpering breathlessly.

He'd read online countless articles saying it was a pressure; a pleasurable pressure but he couldn't find that. It was lost under the agony of that pressure, of that stretch, that had him shaking between the blondes'. Had his legs shaking as his feet pressed to the bed to- What? Push himself away? To pull them out himself? He was trying too but he truly couldn't find anything pleasurable about it. Not when the suddenness of the moment was catching up to him. The apprehension now that he was overthinking it.

The anxiety that had pricked minutes ago. He could feel his erection softening slightly against his stomach when he felt a subtle shift of someone. Hizashi, Hiza or himself he had not a clue but God if it didn't have him crying out in protest at the throb of his inner walls when he clenched instinctively. Fighting to stay still to keep from overwhelming himself with that push. The throb of his aching muscles trying frantically to adjust and accommodate the inches within him. Two men. Seven and a half inches.

It felt as if someone had slapped down two large steaks in front of him with all the fixings and demanding he eat it all with not a bit left behind. It was overwhelming. Too much at once like this. What had he been thinking? Where had his confidence come from that he could do this? He felt a streak rushing down his temple when the hands in his squeezed again with that silent question. He was biting off more than he could chew going into this. He knew that had they planned this out better that it would be more pleasurable.

If he'd been increasing with toys or plugs without the day to get him used to such a large stretch like this that it would feel better. Was it- Did he feel guilty? Yes. Yes, God, he felt awful his husband had gone through to these lengths, but he knew he could have stopped it. He'd moved without thinking. He'd assumed, yet again, he could handle something so drastic. He knew with enough time he could adjust. And he knew they could stay here all night, if need be, to let him adjust to the feeling of both of them.

To the sensation but the pulsing ache of that discomfort wasn't going to allow it. But the thought was agonizing. It was unbearable to think of laying there for several more minutes under the discomfort wrapped around his lower back. Where was the pleasure? The praises that was sung online? He wished he'd been better prepared. He wished that, as sweet as it was, that Hizashi had said something to him this morning. To give him the day to properly make sure that he was one hundred percent ready and confident.

He could let himself adjust but the thought was agonizing. It was unbearable to think of laying there for several more minutes under this discomfort pulsing up his back. Chasing away the heat of the lust and desire that had been twisting under his skin. As if it had been smothered out in the second his husband had begun pushing into him. It was an unbearable, agonizing thought to think he would have to lay here for an hour. Two hours. Just to grow accustomed and think around the discomfort in his lower half.

To grow adjusted enough for that pleasure to come back to him. He couldn't handle that thought when he could hardly think around that coiling pressure pushing at his inner walls. It was too much. He was drowning under that discomfort as his dick finally softened under the effect of that. From the pressure. There was a whimpering leaving himself that left him mortified as he fought the urge to twist and wriggle between them to get away. To make that pain possibly worse when he felt another drip down his temple.

The hand resting on his cheek to slid beneath his eye forcing it to shut when tears were wiped away when a quiet, urgent question was asked. So simple. And yet the second it left his husband in that hoarse voice, he was gasping in his air with aquiver to his lower lip at that guilt. He'd been promised that neither would be upset. No one would be angry with him if he couldn't handle it, yet he couldn't stop himself from whimpering. Keening out when Hizashi was questioning him that unmistakable urgency.

A whimper to the blonde's voice when he felt hips shifting again tearing another cry out of him. He assumed and he was being bit in the ass again. Again, again, again and yet he'd been feeling so good seconds ago, but this was too much. Too much, too much. He rushed this. He could see clearly how he had rushed it rather than insisting to his husband they wait. He was being hit with the repercussions of it. He was drowning under the icy anxiety and apprehension. The ache but he couldn't stand it.

He needed them to take it out right now, now, now-!

"-out! Take it out! Please, it's-it's too much! Em-Emerald! Red! I'm so-sorry please, please, take it out-!" Ah, was that him? Where his whimpers words this whole time? Or had the flood finally broken out of him? Had that quiet question if he was okay finally broken through the dam? The words he'd been trying to keep down for the sake of powering through for his husband. For Hiza. Himself. But he couldn't do it, not now, not so suddenly and he just-! "Red! Red, red, red! 'merald! I'm-I'm sorry but I can't do it!"

"Breathe, baby, I'm pulling out, I promise! I'm sorry, Shouta, I'm so sorry!" It was a relief like none other when he felt Hizashi pulling out of him, taking with it the blunt pressure on his inner muscles. The burning throb of his hole being stretched so suddenly when he felt his hips raising up with the blonde beneath him slipping out of him with a slick squelch. Hands were laying him out on the bed with the hand in his squeezing tightly at him as he clung onto it feeling a tremble to his lower lip at that worry.

The concern glinting in two pairs of such vibrant green eyes had him whimpering when he was given the space to breathe around that relief, yet it didn't stop that ugly twist of guilt. That sharp, piercing ache in his chest that he couldn't do it. He couldn't handle one thing, but he knew it wasn't seen as his fault. Hell, it wasn't Hizashi's fault. He hadn't said when or how, he hadn't said no, and Hizashi hadn't pushed more. They'd fucked up again. "Shouta, are you okay? Ar-Are you in any pain? How much if you are?"

"Just breathe, baby, okay? It's okay, I'm not going anywhere unless you want me or Hiza to go, okay? Just breathe then let us know, okay? I won't go anywhere, baby!" Lips pressed to his hot cheeks then when he felt a hand slipping into his right once again when lips pressed to his forehead. Nuzzles that had him tearing up at that guilt when hands squeezed at his. "I-I shouldn't have sprung it on you like this! It's my fault! I'm so, so, so sorry if I even slightly made you feel pressured to do this! If I-I guilted you into this then-!"

"No! No, God, yo-you didn't! You didn't-!" Hoarse. His voice felt choked on its way out of his tight throat when he clung to the hands in his that squeezed gently at him when a whimper left his husband. A wet sheen to the eyes on him when Hizashi shifted slightly causing the blanket to rustle beneath him. Taking a heaving breath, he squeezed at Hiza and his husband's hands tightly earning himself squeezes back. The press of soft lips against the backs of his hands and knuckles. "Do-Don't go, okay? Don't go, don't leave-!"

"I won't, baby! We won't go anywhere, okay? Focus on your deep breaths, yeah? Breathe with me? I won't leave you, baby, and neither will Hiza, so take your time! Just breathe, okay? I love you, baby, and I'm not going anywhere until you say so." Lips pressed to the back of his hands again when his right was pressed to Hizashi's cheek. A hand slid down his left forearm comfortingly when a choked sound left him. "You did so good, you know that? You did good, baby, and you tried, yeah? You tried it, didn't you?"

"And that's more than okay, lovely! You tries your best and it didn't work out but you did so good! We-We're so, so proud of you for trying, okay? Please, don't feel bad, Shouta! Neither one of us is angry at you nor are we upset! Not one bit, lovely, so don't feel guilty!" Lips pressed to his knuckles then with a soft nuzzle up to a cheek bone. "I love you too, Shouta, so much! So please, don't feel guilty over this! You couldn't have known it'd be too much did you? Even then there's nothing to be guilty over!

There was no reason to be guilty. None. And yet he couldn't stop himself from drowning in it. Strangled under the weight that he somehow disappointed his husband and his duplicate. That he hadn't stopped to think for a second on that wariness from the second he considered his husband's words. He was drowning under the weight of it all. His husband never guilted him into a second of this and yet the blonde feared he had. He had bitten off far too much than he could chew and now he was choking on it.

He didn't want to think of all the possibilities of how this had gone wrong. To sit here with his husband and Hiza as they began to croon softly to him. Soothing him the best they could when fingers pushed hair away from his face with light brushing touches. The hand slid along his forearm in a comforting caress. When Hizashi was pressing the back of his hand to that hot cheek as they sat next to him yet never curled to his sides. Giving him the space to breathe while still remaining by his sides to provide comfort.

He didn't want to think he had done something wrong. That, somehow and someway, his husband was disappointed in him. It was an agonizing thought that had his breath wavering when Hizashi's lips pressed to his forehead softly. Fingers brushing his hair away from his face to keep it from sticking. Kissing at his cheek with lips pressing to the corner of his eye to smear away the tear welling there. It was too much. He'd been excited. Happy to try this. He'd been eager but the discomfort had him panicking.

Had him frightful when Hizashi had pushed into him. He'd hardly had in him for thirty minutes and he couldn't take it. And yet not a single harsh word had been spoken to him. Not a hint of the disappointment he feared he'd be faced with had been given to him and he truly didn't know what was worse. How accepting his husband was that he couldn't handle this or that there could be a disappointment under it all. It was eating him up. He couldn't breathe under that agony of fear that he'd done something wrong.

That he bit off far too much yet the hands in his squeezed at him gently. Kissing at the backs of them and at his knuckles had him melting into the bed slightly. He'd have to talk to Hizashi. Explain himself. But until he could gather his words for it, he'd let himself be soothed by his husband. By Hiza. Taking his shaking breaths, trying to keep them in time with Hizashi's, he clung to those hands. Anchors keeping him tethered. He would take whatever lecture later on from his husband. For now he just needed one moment.