The warmth blowing into the car.
Barely audible music playing through the speaker.
Shouta's hand in his as it rested on his thigh.
Hizashi felt electrified at the dry, warm air blowing into the car with hair tickling his cheek as the steering wheel slid against his palm with a brushing whisper. The hand in his held on tightly to his when he glances out the corner of his eye at his husband. Black locks fluttering wildly around his face as his left hand held onto his coffee. Sipping idly at it with the hand in his squeezing. Warm. God, he could drive anywhere in Japan and do it without complaining if it meant he had Shouta's hand in his.
There was a rattle of ice against the cup when the black-haired man twisted to place his cup in the holder between them. And then his coffee was being lifted up and he happily tilted his head towards him while keeping his eyes on the road. The straw was then stuck between his lips as he took a long pull at his. "Sickeningly sweet" Shouta had called it before, but he didn't think two shots of liquid sugar was a lot but according to his husband it was. He felt electrified. Absolutely buzzing in his own skin.
His blood singing through his veins at the dry air blowing into the car as he fought the urge to bounce in his seat. Holding onto his husband's hand tightly, he moved the remaining hand on the wheel down to turn his blinder on. Taking a turn when his cup was lowered down into the cup holder between them. Damp fingers then slid over the back of his hand in idle shapes when the hand in his squeezed gently at him sending a tingle up his arm. Summer was his favorite time of the year. His absolute favorite time of the year.
Anything felt possible. The white-blue skies with the puffy wisps of cloud that rang with shrieks of laughter of himself, Eri, and even Shouta's booming laugh. The same sky he used to shriek and laughter under with his siblings as a child. Summer, albeit filled with bug encounters, was his favorite. Life felt impossibly fake. It felt like a dream with the blistering heat on the top of his head and the laughter that came so effortlessly. Just like that summer night at the festival when he'd confessed to Shouta.
The very same one that he bought a cat plushie at that now proudly sat on their daughter's bed as one of her prize possessions. Summer was the month they went down to the courthouse and married legally. The month they had a proper wedding to celebrate the following year. June was the start of their summer and always had been. He was electrified as he held onto his husband's hand knowing they were mere days away from their anniversary. The first three days of this week had flown by in the blink of an eye.
Something he'd hardly noticed going by with that excitement between them going nowhere but up. Both with their own plans on how to make their anniversary memorable as it was last year. He held onto Shouta's hand when he tugged at it prompting fingers to slide over his wrist when he lifted their hands up. Flipping them to kiss at the back of his husband's hand. Noting the sweet smile curling over full lips from the corner of his eye when their hands came back down to rest on Shouta's thigh where fingers squeezed at his.
Fit snugly between his. Sunlight highlighted black messy locks with loose curls brushing against stubble covered cheeks. Shimmering in dark eyes peeked at him from under black lashes. Coy and sweet without having to try. It had him squeezing delightedly at his husband's hand as he drove with his husband's fingers ghosting over the back of his hand again. Thursdays had to be his favorite days of the week. The drive home with Shouta next to him like this with the wind blowing his hair around his face.
The warmth of his thigh, of his hand in his and the comfort it brought him as Shouta idly drew shapes on the back of his hand with sunlight spilling into the car with shadows breaking it up occasionally. Summer was filled with possibilities. Summer was endless. And with his husband's hand in his? Well, it was truly a dream come true. To think their summers could he hallmarking something completely different if Shouta had never accepted his feelings that night. The murmur of the radio was barely audible over the wind.
He didn't want to roll the windows up. Not with the warmth blowing in that felt damn good. Had his blood sparking with that electricity at just how dry it was; a stark contrast to the fall and winter dryness. Sliding his thumb along the side of his husband's hand, he felt a thumb moving to mimic his actions which merely had his heart skipping. The warmth of Shouta's hand covering the back of his hand before coming up to cup his wrist to squeeze gently before it was lifting away to pick up his coffee again.
The straw being stuck between full lips as his husband pulled at no doubt. Keeping his eyes on the road, he listened to the rattle of ice in the cup as it was put down in the holder again followed by the sound of ice rattling again. His own cup held up to which he again tilted his head towards it and opened his mouth allowing his husband to stick the straw into his mouth. Closing his lips around it as he pulled at it to take one, two gulps before he pulled away and his husband put the cup back down in its holder.
It was unbelievably relaxing as he drove to have Shouta's hand, dry and damp, on his hand. In it. Fingers pressed into the back of his hand when he felt his husband's thumb moving along the side of his hand idly with damp fingers petting the back of his wrist idly with fingers skimming up towards his forearm. God was he happy to have forsaken his coat in the backseat due to the heat today. Peeking at his husband, he watched his head press back against the headrest with fingers tracing and skating over his forearm idly.
The hand in his holding onto him tightly. There was a tranquility to the black-haired man as his head rolled over the seat with black locks flying around his face with the drive. It had him squeezing at Shouta's hand gently only to earn himself a squeeze back. The quiet music of the radio just barely making it to his ears over the wind whipping into the car when he shifted in his seat as they flew down the road. He couldn't wait to begin riding his bike again; he'd been taking it out on drives weather permitting during May.
Something his husband remained tight lipped. Displeased if he so much as forgot his jacket or helmet behind. He knew Shouta worried over him on the road, but he truly didn't have a single fear. He wanted to take his husband on more bike rides going forward and he knew if his husband got used to it that he'd find it just as fun. He felt the hand in his tightening again when they approached that all too familiar corner store. He stretched his pinky finger out to flick the turn signal on as they took the turn onto their street.
His husband's left hand curled to squeeze at his wrist with his thumb sliding over his forearm idly in unison with his thumb against the side of his hand. He happily squeezed at his husband's hand when he moved his own thumb. He got a quiet hum from his husband as the hands on him tightened in squeezes as they made their way down the street. He loves their afternoon drives home. And with their anniversary on Saturday? Well, he was about ready to bounce out of his skin to get Shouta home today.
Because he had a plan, an idea, up his sleeve. A pre-anniversary gift. When he'd been looking over their list his eye had fallen on a single option; cock praise. Whether his husband knew it or not, he could see how the black-haired man could be a bit self-conscious about his dick. There was a quiet jealousy when they both stripped down bare together but it was always quickly lost. Always fleeting. And with his idea for their anniversary, he couldn't see anything wrong with some cock praise beforehand.
Pulling his hand from Shouta's with a whispering brush of their skin as he reached for the wheel, he turned the blinker on again when he turned to pull into their driveway. There was a quiet click of his husband's seatbelt when pulled into the driveway. Putting the car into park, he turned to his husband who was leaning in already to which he happily mended the gap. Pressing a quick kiss to full lips when they slid against his once, twice, before pulling back with a warmth to those dark eyes as Shouta smiled softly at him.
"I'll grab my bags and you grab the coffees?" Nodding at his husband, he then got another brief press of full lips against his when his husband then twisted in his seat to unlock then push the door open. He unlocked the other doors with a click when the back door was pulled open. He watched Shouta grab his yellow sleeping back, his laptop bag, and then slam the door shut to walk around to the back when his husband spoke again. "Unlock it!"
"Got it!" Unlocking the trunk, he then unclipped his own seatbelt as he watched the trunk open through the rearview mirror before turning the car off. He grabbed the door handle as he tugged the keys out of the ignition then stuffed them in his pants pocket. Grabbing their coffees, he then stepped out into the heat of the air. Inhaling when he stepped forward and used his foot to slam his door shut when he turned to his husband. "Sho! I've got something I'd like to talk to you about inside!"
"Oh, yeah? Is it that special pre-anniversary gift you've been talking to me about all damn day?" Grinning sheepishly with a nod, his husband rolled his eyes with black lashes fluttering when a tight grin curled over full lips as the trunk was slammed shut. There was a sparkle of playfulness to his husband's gaze as he bent down to grab the strap of his duffle bag when a hip cocked out slightly. "That doesn't seem very fair, does it? I hardly gave you a gift with my choice last week, did I?"
"Oh, trust me, baby, it was a gift like nothin' else! You know how much I love scenes like that!" His husband's grin widened when his duffel bag was heaved onto his shoulder with his husband striding forward with strikes of rubber soles against the cement of their driveway. Jumping to fall in step with his husband, he found his own grin widening at the black-haired man as they made their way up the front walk way. "In fact, I think you deserve it today! A gift for all you've done to accommodate me and all the shit you've dealt with!"
A scoff left his husband but there was a warmth to that gaze when he looked over at him. A warmth he was all too familiar with as they came to a stop before the front door as he shifted Shouta's coffee to the crook of his elbow when he dug in his pocket for the keys. His husband hesitated before touching his elbow lightly. "You know it's not accommodating when it's something for both of us. Yeah, it was frustrating waiting for you to heal but I don't mind it. You don't have to make up for all of that, Zashi, you know that, right?"
"I know! But I still want to show you how much I appreciate you, especially so close to our anniversary!" He dug his keys out then picked out the house key before sliding it into the lock when he smiled at his husband. There was a pinch to his brows that threatened to turn into true concern when he caught the quiet metallic click and jiggled his key free. "But you've had to put up with my ass a lot this year! So, I want to do something extra special for our anniversary, before and day of! You're going to love it, baby!"
"Does it have anything to do with you blatantly leaving reservations for a hotel on our bed?" Letting his smile widen at his husband as he reached out for the doorhandle to twist then push open as he rushed forward to hold the door open for his husband. The thud of his boots over the entry way floor, his husband then smirked with a click of his tongue. "You're being purposefully sloppy this time round, love, and I still can't believe you booked a whole weekend away! Was it really necessary to do a whole weekend?"
"We deserve it! Now come on, move that ass of yours and get to the bedroom so I can tell you what your surprise is!" Dark eyes narrowed at him with another click of his husband's tongue which he copied with a click of his own as he shut the door shut. Listening to the pep in his husband's step as black locks fluttering with his capture weapon when he shut the door with his foot. "You know, some people wouldn't take kindly to their husband running out and piercing their cock like that!"
"Well, I'm sure you're glad I'm not just some people, huh?" His husband had a playful lilt to his voice as he stroked after him with coffee's in hand towards the kitchen. Shouta making quick work to fly over the threshold of their small hallway, pausing to adjust his holds on the bags in his grasp when he glanced over his shoulders. "You can just put the coffees in the fridge or sink, it doesn't matter if we finish'em or not. But really, Zashi, don't go feeling bad. I love your piercings and you love them too so it was worth it, yeah?"
Humming at his husband as he sat the cups in the sink, he tossed his keys onto the counter before spinning on his feet to make his way to the small hallway. Catching the quiet grind of their bedroom doors being pushed open, he put a pep to his step to lengthen his strides. Making his way across the kitchen to their small hallway where the sunlight from the bedroom spilled into the hallway. "We may know what to expect but this was so new, and I felt so bad because of how high both of our sex drives are, you know?"
Making quick work of the small hallway, he was flying over the threshold of their bedroom to find his husband dropping his bags down at the foot of their bed. A thud as the laptop hit the floor, his husband sighed out before turning to him when he shut their bedroom doors. Flipping the lock as his heart jumped in his throat when he turned to face Shouta again. "High sex drives or not, I think we've proven time and time again that our marriage, our relationship, isn't built on wild and kinky sex! It isn't going to make it or break us, love."
"But we love our wild, kinky sex!" Again, he got another eye roll from his husband when he stretched his hands out. He'd long since stuffed his fingerless gloves into the jacket pockets that sat in the backseat of their car. He would grab it later before he went for a ride that, hopefully, he could convince his husband to join him on. Curling his fingers in that silent beckoning motion had his husband sighing out before walking forward. "I mean, I know that I love our wild, kinky sex! Even if Nezu gets on our ass now and again about harlotry."
"Mmm." Arms curled up around his shoulders as he slid his hands above the utility belt of his husband's hero costume to knead at the black-haired man in squeezes as he held him close, close, close. Leaning in to nip playfully at his jawline, he nuzzled at his pink cheek when nails scratched at the nape of his exposed neck. "Now spill. What does my husband want that could quite possibly lead to kinky, wild sex today, hmm? I have the energy for it for once so tell me what you've chosen?"
Swaying idly, he kneaded at his husband again earning himself a shudder when he lifted his lips away from the nuzzle to that pink, stubble covered cheek. Nails scratched at the nape of his neck again as they swayed together when he smiled at the black-haired man. "I feel like you might already know about it but I know how you feel about your cock. Ah, ah! You know exactly what I'm talking about! You think that just because your six inches is nothing compared to me but that's not true at all! I see it in you all the time!"
Spots of pink deepened on his husband's cheeks when he caught the bob of his Adam's apple as he no doubt swallowed. Dark eyes flicking away from him shyly when arms tightened around his shoulders as he plucked idly at the material of his jump suit. Shouta knew exactly what he meant. Full lips parted only to tremble as they moved silently before he spoke. "I-I didn't- I mean, isn't it a bit natural? It's not relationship ending but I didn't think it was that noticeable."
"It is! And both today and on our anniversary, I am going pound that stupid fucking idea out of your head! I will say it now and I'll say it again, but anyone would bend over backwards to have six inches! And with how thick you are? Baby, you're perfect." Lifting his hands up he tugged at his husband's capture weapon. "You are perfect, Shouta Aizawa! Your hands, your mouth, your cock, your body. All of you is perfect so I plan on showing you properly how much I love this cock of yours with some praise, yeah?"
"Cock praise, then?" His husband's voice was weak, yet it held a husky edge to it when he tugged at his capture weapon allowing the last bit of its length to slip free which he then dropped to the floor behind them when he felt his husband shifting. Arching into his hold when he brought his hands to his covered back to slid up it with a shudder racing over his husband when he nodded. "Yo-You don't have to do that, you know. Just because I'm a little insecure about something doesn't mean-"
"No, it doesn't mean I bend over backwards! But wasn't it you that for years insisted on eating me out whenever you could to prove my flat ass was as good as yours? Wasn't it you who did his best to make me feel none of that insecurity?" He used his hold to spin them on their feet where the black-haired man tightened his hold on him. "I plan on making you love your own cock with all the narcissism attached to it! I am going to love, praise, and give this cock all the attention it deserves, you hear me?"
Full lips again parted with that heat sparking in dark eyes as arms tightened around his shoulders again. A wheezing exhale leaving his husband as his eyes widened when he slid his hands down his husband's back to reach down past his utility belt. Sliding his hands in a caress over his ass when he jerked hips closer to him. His husband could say no. He could claim he was too tired despite his previous answer. He had his out and he knew it, but a hitching breath. "I-I hear you loud and clear, Zashi."
"Good! Now, let me love you, yeah? Let me give you a pre-anniversary gift you know you're going to love, yeah? You've done so much for me lately and dealt with so much I think you deserve something more, don't you?" A hitching breath was his answer when his husband nodded with that spark of heat to his gaze. Lips parting with lashes fluttered as eyes darted down to his own as they swayed on their feet. The hand cupping the back of his neck tightening ever so slightly.
"Can you just kiss me already rather than babble on and waste time? I want you to kiss me. Show me how I should feel about it, yeah?"
Smiling at his husband, he happily dipped his head down to capture those full lips. Pressing his to Shouta's, he could taste the lingering coffee on them as he admired the fullness, that plumpness to them, pressing firmly against his. Warm. A bit dry but God if he didn't love it as he slid his lips against Shouta's who tightened his arms around his shoulders. Moving his lips with his in a brushing caress that had him melting as he slid his hands along Shouta's back gently. An idle up and down, up and down comfortingly.
Sweeping them from his lower back to his upper back with the quiet rustle of his hands moving over the material of his jumpsuit. Swaying idly on their feet, he swept his hands down to knead at his husband's lower back earning himself a shudder from the black-haired man. Nails scratched lightly at the nape of his neck sending shivers down his back as he moved his lips against warm full ones. Feeling lips melting to curve and shape to the others with each slide given with that quiet whispering filling the quiet of their bedroom.
They swayed idly on their feet as lips slid against his softly. Sweetly. God, he didn't know if that insatiability in him was a result of his husband's the previous week with their romp with objectification. If it was due to their wedding anniversary being so close or the three nights his husband spent away from him. He didn't know but he couldn't get enough of the simple pleasure. Sliding his hands above his husband's utility belt, he swept his hands forward to find the buckle of it. He then pulled it apart with a quit click.
He then stretched his hand out to fall with a thud to the floor. Hands clung onto him as he moved his lips with Shouta's as a sigh fanned over his cheek which he couldn't stop himself from copying. Sliding his hands along his waist with a squeeze had his husband humming quietly at him with lips sliding against his with their comfortable fit. God, he felt so greedy with what he could get from his husband. He wanted nothing more than to throw him on the bed and shower him with all the affection, all the love, he deserves.
But he could wait. He could hold out because he'd taken steps to ensure that an adult would periodically check in on Hitoshi and Denki while they were away. To pay Nemuri and Hitoshi handsomely for watching Eri for the weekend while they were away. He'd done everything he could to ensure their stay away at the hotel he'd found would be relaxing. And God knows they could go for some relaxation for a few days. Sliding his hands along his husband's waist earned him a shudder when he squeezed at him.
The quiet whispering brush of their moving lips was deafening with breaths fanning onto flushed cheeks. He was grateful he wore his contacts to work as it spared him the awkwardness of stopping to take his glasses off. He used his grip on Shouta's waist to twist him slightly then pull his lower half closer to his own for that tight press. It had the black-haired man groaning out quietly with that approval when he felt hips pressing tightly to him with arms tightening around his shoulders with a hand sliding upwards.
Moving to cup the back of his head. Just below his up-do hair style that he would most definitely be taking down when they were done here. After all, it wouldn't kill them if he had his hair up like this, now, would it? Swaying back and forth, back and forth, with his husband curving to twist and arch into his hold. Becoming putty in his hands as he swept them towards his lower back. Kneading at him with firm circles at the tight muscles there until they were trembling beneath his fingers as the knots melted.
Rolling firm circles into the trembling muscles had his husband melting in his arms with lips sliding slowly against his. Pressing with that firmness he was more than happy to give back to the black-haired man. Sliding his hands firmly across his lower back before sweeping his hands up his back had Shouta shivering; his back no doubt was acting up from his long day. He could feel it in the tense set of his middle and upper back, but he'd happily massage his back afterwards. Did he save it for the shower?
Or would it be better to start now? He gave in to the thought as he began kneading, massaging, at his husband's middle and upper back as they swayed lazily when a sigh fanned over his cheek again. Lips sliding against his with a light smack coming to break it up intermittently. It had him melting against his husband when an arm draped over his shoulder moved from around it. Instead, it curved downwards to wrap around his waist while that hand cupping the back of his head remained. Pressing lightly against it.
Fingers rolled firm circles into his lower back had him shuddering when they pressed in firmly like his own. God, it was perfect. Everything he could want getting off of work together. Even breaths fanned over his cheek as it flushed as he moved his lips against those full ones. Admiring the warmth, the plushness, of the pressing against his own and filling any chance of gaps that his own couldn't. It was by far one of his favorite things about kissing his husband. There was nothing more he loved than to kiss Shouta.
To hold him in his arms just like this as they swayed idly with hands kneading and arms holding the other close, close, close as lips moved together. He let out another sigh of his own as he moved his lips against Shouta's as he slid his hands up along his back with that massaging knead. Humming quietly before sliding his hand down to his lower back where he kneaded at him as the black-haired man melted in his arms. Pressing into his chest as he swayed in that idle side to side motion that brought with it a comfort.
He slid his hands down to slid over his husband's ass in a caress. Rubbing over it again, again, again, had his husband whining out as he rubbed his hands giddily over the curve of his ass. If there was anything he could be jealous of, it was how thick his husband was. Oh, he was perfect, and he adored that muscular, thick build of his husband's but his ass was more than enough to stir a bit of jealousy in him. Stirred a bit of envy. After all, it was an ass that anyone would envy if they saw it in casual clothing.
It was an ass anyone would envy and the one thing that couldn't be hidden away by the material of his jumpsuit. Just like his muscular upper arms, chest and legs. Hid the curve of his waist and the flare of his hips. It was a jumpsuit that made him look thinner and it was a downright shame. Sliding his hands over the curve of his husband's ass again, he then squeezed at him firmly to which his husband hissed in a breath. Pressing their chest together tightly when his back arched slightly with hips nudging at his.
Then he began kneading at his ass as their lips moved together with a tremble to his husband's breaths. Kneading at is husband's ass then had the man swaying on his feet before stepping back and tugging at him. He happily moved forward blindly where it took little more than two steps before he flew forward on top of Shouta. He slid his left hand out to press it to the bed to hold himself up to prevent from crushing his husband. Even if he did like it, he'd rather avoid pinning him down if his back was sore.
Knees knocked together painfully with a grunt leaving his husband when legs spread apart welcoming him to step between them. Pinning their hips together again he kept his right hand on the black-haired man's ass which he giddily kneaded at. Hard squeezes that had his husband squirming beneath him with trembling breaths wavering over his cheek. Keeping that tight press of his hips to Shouta's, he squeezed at his ass in those firm kneads before releasing his tight grip to rub his hand over the curve of it.
Petting at him. It had the black-haired man squirming with knees pinching inwards to press against his with a squirm. Oh, did his husband really like having his ass touched like that? He normally got so twisted up with Shouta slapping, pinching, grabbing and holding his own ass so much he never thought to begin returning the favor. At least, now with how flustered his husband got. But if this is how he'd react to some caresses then he'd happily give his husband's ass the attention it deserved as well.
He happily slid his hand along the curve of it with his husband's hips wriggling beneath him as their lips moved together. Pressing his harder to Shouta's in response to the silent coaxing press of the hand cupping the back of his neck. The smack coming to break up that quiet brushing of their lips much to his delight. He could kiss Shouta for hours. God, those lips felt soft today with only a bit of that chapped state to them from nervous picking no doubt. Or had he been excitedly picking at it in anticipation?
He had not a clue, but they felt so good against his; curving for that perfect fit against his. Two puzzle pieces warped to fit together perfectly after all of these years spent together. Arms warped to hold the other perfectly. Lips molding to one another's with such beauty he was sure kissing anyone else would be odd. Alien. He moved his lips against those full ones giddily with all the delight in the world as fingers dug into the nape of his neck. The arm wrapped around his waist shifting to slid up over his back.
From his shoulder blade down to his lower back in a caress that had his button down bunching only to be smoothed out on the downward strokes. He then felt hips twitching beneath him to nudge lightly at him when he happily reinforced the down press against his husband. Pinning his hips down slightly tearing a low groan out of the black-haired man. He slid his hand in another rub over his ass before squeezing hard at it with that groan rising in volume with a tremble to it as it rose up in volume.
Moving his hand to knead at his husband again he giddily rolled his hips against Shouta curiously only to fee knees pressing against his. Pinching inwards with a tremble to them with boots sliding over the floor had him pressing his lips harder to those full ones. Inching them past that slow speed to something casual. Something that spoke of that urgency. And it had arms tightening around him with hips twitching to press up against him with knees digging into his. God, he loves this man. Loves, loves, loves him.
He could shower him in all the pleasure and all the pampering in the world to prove that point. He'd been getting those coy looks from his husband all week. From the night that they had his bag packed the day after their breast torture. He'd been religious in rubbing lotion and the vitamin E lotion over the welts and bruises forming over his husband's chest from the impact play they used on it. His chest had been absolutely wrecked Saturday night with the paddle, cane, and the flogger with bruises left behind.
Welts from the cane that puffed up and had his right nipple puffier than the left with a strike that had gotten it. His husband had seemed giddily dazed when he'd rubbed the Vitamin E lotion over his husband's chest Sunday night before pushing it into his hands. Telling him to put it on his chest throughout the week. And yet after this, he'd begun getting caught up in wrapping up all the loose ends. Any possible task that needed finishing before their anniversary. It was then that he realized the coyness in his husband.
The reckless flirtation he found aimed his way when they were alone and the challenge in those dark eyes. The excited sparkle to them and the lip bites that had his blood boiling when his husband was flitting off for some unknown task with Nemuri or on his own. The coy flutter of his lashes that were entirely unintentionally when he saw it. It was much different than when his husband intentionally went to do it. God knows Shouta was awful at fluttering his lashes on purpose when it came to anything close to flirting.
But for the past three days, Shouta was playing a song and dance; pushing, flirting, playing with him then dancing away when he reached out to him. His husband wasn't a notorious flirter in public but when they were alone? Oh, the black-haired man had been an absolute menace to him half of this week. Always lingering within reach before flitting away the second he went to touch him. It was a cat and mouse game that he was more than happy to play along with his own game. To even the playing field with that coyness.
Keeping himself within reach before flying out of the bedroom and to the car when he left for the night. It had the black-haired man smirking at him in that manic, Totoro-esque way of his when he caught on Wednesday afternoon after that confused frustration had melted away. When the sparkle in his gaze as he caught on when he was blowing kisses to the black-haired man when he had left yesterday. But today? Today he was more than happy to amp it up. To give in to the chase that they both and set up for one another
And with his husband squirming beneath him, it had him absolutely delighted. Happy to give in. Pressing his lips hard to the full ones beneath his, he felt Shouta moving his lips in time with the new speed he had set when he felt hips twitching beneath him again when he rolled his hips down against the black-haired man. Loving the slight arch of that chest pressing up against his, he gave a firmer roll of his hips against Shouta who let out a whine. Hips ground up against him in tight circles to get him shuddering.
His breaths trembling as they began racing when he felt the hand on his back sliding down to tug at the hem of his shirt before slipping between them. Lips moving with his quickly with that sharp smack ringing out when a hand wedged itself between their chests. Fingers finding the buttons of his shirt to work apart one, two, three buttons as trembling, racing breaths fanned over his hot cheek. Hips grinding up weakly against him when he shuddered as he began to roll his hips down against his husband actively.
Tight circles that had his husband groaning up at him eagerly with hips jumping in their limited space to grind up against him. Tight circles that had his toes curling in his boots when the fourth button was pulled apart blindly with finger sneaking beneath it. Hitting off of his wedding ring. Hanging on its chain today, he felt it sway against his chest when his husband's hand fanned out against it. Sliding through the blonde curls with a tremble to his hand as that hand slid blindly over his chest beneath his shirt.
Fingers rubbing over his areola before flicking over a nipple blindly. He arched his chest down with an encouraging groan at the black-haired man who trailed his fingers over it. A downwards caress before his palm slid over his nipple lightly then coming down with fingers trailing over it. Again, again, again. The light grazing caress of his husband's palm followed by his fingers had him shuddering as his nipple began to perk up under those trailing fingers. The light brush of his palm was driving him crazy.
Grinding his hips down in tight circles against Shouta with hips jumping to mimic his circles had him moaning out then when hips thrusted up against him. Palm and fingers grazing over his nipple sending tingles rushing down to pool into his stomach where that ache twisted into him. An unbearable ache that had been fluttering in his stomach since lunch time when he'd found himself pulled into Shouta's sleeping bag under the pretense of a nap. When lips had come down on his with lazy kisses traded for quite a bit.
At least it was time for him to leave to return to his own classroom before the lunch bell rang. It had left him flushed and dazed for the rest of the damn day and that ache refused to abate. The tingle to his lips feeding into it just like the trailing fingers and brushing palm did. It had him groaning as he thrusted back down against his husband. He fanned his fingers out then squeezed at his husband's ass tightly tearing a moan out of the black-haired man. He used his hold to arch up his husband's lower half.
Using that tight position against him to aid in their tight grinding as hips arched up to grind against him in tight circles. Moving together when his dick twitched curiously in response to the heat flickering along his bones. The desire weaving lazily into him with that lust not far behind. The hunger he felt twisting into his stomach with that ache. It had his dick twitching again when he felt his husband thrusting up against him again with a whine. A quiet, reedy sound that had his heart sprinting against his chest.
He shuddered at the burst of heat it sent up his back when he rolled his hips in tight circles as he ground himself against Shouta giddily. Sliding his lips against Shouta's, he felt the black-haired man inch up their speed which he happily followed along with without a drop of hesitation. Twisting down against his husband as he kissed him with as much strength as he dared. Faster. Passionately. He was getting damn hot with fingers trailing over his hardened nipple before coming together to pinch sharply at it.
It sent a wave of tingles under his skin when he whimpered at his husband who whined back as fingers increased their pinch. Hips rolled up against him in tight circles ground up against him that had his dick giving a volley of twitches as he arched his back. Pushing his chest into Shouta's hand as fingers pinched before tugging at his nipple which merely resulted in tingles that fed into the ache building in his lower stomach. Squirming as he ground himself against his husband with those fervent, passionate kisses.
Shudder at the growing heat. A desire that had his breaths racing on trembles when he squirmed in unison with his husband who whimpered up at him. Tugging at his nipple again before using that idle back and forth twist to get his skin breaking out in shivers as hips grinded up against him. Pressing up harder against him to which he happily pressed down fervently against his husband in tight circles that had the man moaning out at him. A low, throaty sound that sent shivers racing down his back at the sound.
Fingers dug into the nape of his neck when he changed his tight circles for a back-and-forth slide of his hips against Shouta. Rubbing himself against the black-haired man had him moaning in that same throaty pitch when he moaned back ecstatically. Squirming when the hand on the nape of his neck squeezed before sliding down to slip beneath the open neckline of his shirt to trail fingers over his left hardening nipple. Pinching at it as it perked up from that excitement clawing its way into him with each twitch of his dick.
He knew that sex, unless his husband got himself ready, was a no go. His husband rarely ever let them have sex if he wasn't emptied out and clean. He didn't understand it, but the black-haired man always became red faced when explaining but never elaborating. He always figured it was a personal preference of his husband to be emptied out and cleaned up. And given there was no prep work before they left the school building then he knew that sex was likely a nonstarter. Not unless his husband found the drive for it.
And if Shouta didn't have the drive? The interest in it? Well, it wasn't the end of the world if they both got off with blowjobs again. He hummed as he rubbed himself against Shouta in that back and forth slide that had the black-haired man writhing beneath him as his dick twitched. A frenzy of twitches when he felt the leather refusing to give his dick an inch of space. Not giving him that space to harden and God if that didn't get his dick twitching excitedly at the thought. At the agony of not having that give.
He rubbed himself against Shouta when he slid the hand, he had on his ass up to knead at his waist. His moving hip. Fingers pinched sharply at his nipples tearing a keening moan out of him as he pressed himself down hard. Hard, hard against his husband only to moan at the hardening erection he felt. Twitching in a frenzy beneath him, it had his dick twitching when he felt a wet drop on his boxer. Then another. And another, another, another drops of pre-come leaving him all before he even became a bit hard.
He rubbed himself against his husband as that ache twisting into his lower stomach wrapped down to include his groin into it. Exhaling sharply in a huff, he felt that light twist of the fingers on his nipples when they pinched sharply tearing a shout out of him. Breaking the kiss as his husband then twisted back and forth, back and forth, before tugging.It had his shout raising up in volume when he bucked his hips against his husband in a frenzy of thrusts tearing a whimper from him. A keening, trembling sound.
Abandoning his sliding rubs to grind in tight circles against his husband when he felt fingers tugging at his nipples again before letting go of their pinch to tug playfully, delicately, at his piercings. Flicking at his hardened nipples to get his back arching when palms then slid over his nipples in a brush. Hands fanned out to squeeze at his chest tearing a moan out of him at the pleasure of the action when thumbs were pressing down on his hardened nipples. Rolling tight circles into them had tingles racing under his skin.
A whine left himself when his husband's hips moved to follow his frantic grinding. He then lifted his hand up from its resting place on his husband's waist up towards his throat. Nipping at his jaw with shallow, shaking pants being taken by them that raced far too fast as he reached for his husband's zipper. It had the black-haired man whining when he then wasted little time in pinching at that tiny, easy to miss zipper. And then he began tugging it down from the hollow of Shouta's throat down towards his chest.
Down, down, down where it exposed his stomach when his husband's breaths caught in his throat when he pulled his hips back away from that tight grinding. Giving himself space as he worked it down to his crotch. Rubbing the backs of his fingers, his knuckles, over the forming bulge there had hips jumping up with a keening whimper when fingers came together to pinch at his nipples. Hard. Oh, so damn hard he felt those damn bars running through them and fuck if it didn't have him howling at a deafening pitch.
A burst of volume that had the picture frames lining their walls rattling. His hearing aids shrieking with that feedback in protest to the burst of sound without his headphones. It had his husband flinching beneath him when he choked it down when fingers tugged at his nipples sharply. It tore a moan out of himself despite his best attempt to stay quiet after that howl. He rubbed the backs of his fingers against Shouta's twitching dick before nipping at his jaw again when he got a buck up against them.
He then tipped his head back to kiss at Shouta's chest with wiry, chaotic black curls tickling his face as he made his way down his chest. Humming when his husband's breath hitched as he made his way down to his stomach where muscles jumped and quivered under his lips. He happily peppered that softening stomach with kisses before making his way down towards his navel. Pecking, chaste kisses as he sank down onto his knees with his husband sitting up with a sharp inhale when thighs twitched uncertainly.
And then thighs were spreading apart with booted feet sliding over the carpet. Sitting upright, he kissed below his husband's navel before opening his mouth and licking down along his happy trail towards the waistband of his boxers. A glistening trail left behind when he then lapped his tongue over that covered, growing bulge. The taste of the boxers was almost enough to put him off, but he happily ignored it when he lapped at him again. Not quite hard yet but God if he couldn't work with this position just fine.
Lapping at that twitching bulge, he then covered the wet patch soaking into it with soft, suckling pulls. Soaking the fabric beneath his mouth with his saliva with the wet sound of his suckling when he lifted his mouth with a huff. Licking over the spot with a grind of his piercing against it had his husband moaning above him with hands dancing uncertainly near his stiff hair do before coming down. Clinging to the edge of the bed instead as he lapped at the twitching bulge with that spark of eagerness twisting into him.
The light red of his boxers soaked through his saliva that left a glistening, deep red behind. He lapped his tongue over that wet spot with his husband whimpering above him when he closed his mouth around it to suck at him. Mouthing at him gently when he watched thighs twitching on either side of him. Spreading impossibly wide with hands clutching at the edge of the bed. God, it was better than he'd thought it would be. The entire drive over, he had gone over again and again how he would go over his cock praising.
Going over what he'd say and how he'd bring it up to his husband. All of it to go out the window with how receptive Shouta was to him mentioning it but he had a few things to say. A few crooning praises up his sleeve before he dived head first into a blowjob. Sucking at his husband with that gentle mouthing had hips twitching forward as he felt the bulge beneath his mouth twitch. Lifting his mouth away, he lapped his tongue over it with the wet drag of it ringing out when he lifted his hands up to slid along his husband's inner thighs.
Kneading at them when muscles jumped with a vicious quiver beneath his hands as he lapped at him. Soaking the fabric through when he glanced up only to watch his husband work his arms free from his sleeves from his jumpsuit as it pooled down around his waist. Spreading over the bed. It put that broad chest, his shoulders, on display as he gazed up happily at the expanse of his husband's chest with its soft scars. The curls of black hair covering it with nipples perking up from the chill. The arousal.
It had him pressing his tongue firmly in his lapping licks over that hardening bulge. It had him absolutely giddy with each lap of his tongue as he watched his husband's chest flutter with his racing, shallow pants when hands wavered before resting on the edge of the bed to grip the blankets. He just knew any other time that he would have Shouta's hands buried in his hair. If they'd worked it down before starting this, but he was too excited. Far too eager to dive into this the second he got the black-haired man to himself.
Nuzzling his nose and lips to the soaked patch against that bulge which twitched under the affection action. He then opened his mouth to suckle at him when he nuzzled his face into his crotch earning himself a whine from his husband. A trembling sound ringing with that excitement as he suckled at him firmly with a cheerful hum that had his husband shuddering. Hips again twitching forward tearing a moan out of him in response to the push against his mouth and he happily kneaded at his husband's inner thighs.
He lifted his mouth up to lap his tongue over the soaked spot again, again, again. Grinding his piercing into the fabric had hips twitching forward with another whine leaving his husband. He fucking loves it. It's a thrill. An excitement that had made it impossible to fall asleep the previous night when he was thinking about it. Put a pep to his step this morning when he woke to get through his morning routine and out the door with Hitoshi and Eri. He'd been playing out how he was going to bring this up.
How he was going to do this before approaching his husband. He'd been bouncing on his toes waiting to get out of work. To get Shouta to himself for him to act on his weak plan he'd formed around lunch time after Shouta coaxed him into his sleeping bag. Lapping his tongue over the hardened bulge of his erection with the drag of it over wet fabric was deafening. It was going to dry his tongue out if he wasn't careful, but God knows he was drooling. Painfully evident when he closed his mouth around his husband to gently mouth at him.
Biting down softly earned him a whimper from his husband who squirmed up above him with thighs jumping under his hands with that fidget. He continued to mouth gently at his husband before sucking softly at him. And God knows how loud it was to hear the wet suction of his mouth on the soaked fabric. Sliding his hands along his husband's thighs, the muscles jumping beneath his hands when he slid them up to his husband's waist. Sliding his palms over the warmth of his skin with nails grazing along his skin.
Along the elastic waistband of his boxers. Flicking playfully, teasingly, at them had his husband squirming again when he sucked firmer at the black-haired man with a gentle bite on his erection when his own dick gave a frenzied volley of twitches. Dripping into his boxers shamelessly when he felt the heat flashing along his bones. A deep smoldering burn that had his hips wiggling when his dick twitched with that gush of blood when he met his husband's gaze. Oh, it was such a hungry look it had his crotch aching.
It was a look that easily triggered the blood that gushed down to his twitching dick. A look that promised his husband would devour him alive and he felt that identical hunger. That identical lust clawing beneath his skin that howled for him to forsake the cock praise. To flip this man around and give them what they so clearly wanted but no. No, no, no he'd do this properly if he wanted to even think of having sex with his husband. He wouldn't begin trampling over his wants, his needs, in favor of getting what he wanted.
He'd never done it in the past and he sure as fuck wasn't going to start doing it now. Not when this was an act that wasn't about just him. It was about what felt good for him and Shouta. Mouthing at his husband, he lifted his mouth when he curled his fingers into the waistband of his boxers. Tugging playfully at them, he heard that sharp inhale above him when his husband raised his hips up. Allowing him to pull his mouth away from the soaked patch of his boxers when he then took a shuddering breath.
And he tugged his husband's boxers down carefully with a hum while he admired the black-haired man's happy trail that ran along the lower half of his stomach. Down where it thickened into the wild, wiry chaotic black curls covering his husband's pelvis that had begun growing out again, but he didn't mind it one bit. His mouth watered at the familiar sight of his husband's erection springing up to rest against his stomach with a twitch. Resting flush against his happy trail when that erection twitched again under his gaze.
He couldn't help but wonder if the twitching thing was indeed wet from his saliva. From the wet patch he'd been working into his boxers. It had him squirming on his knees as he adjusted his position to sit up straighter as he lifted a hand up to wrap around the black-haired man's twitching erection. He then gave a curious, lazy stroke to the black-haired man which resulted in hips arching forward with teeth digging into that full bottom lip. Dark eyes concentrated on him with such a hungry intensity to them.
It sent a shiver down his back as his own hardening erection twitched as his leather pants refused to give. Refused to let his forming erection to bulge, to strain, as Shouta's had. It sent another shiver over him as he stroked his husband's erection lazily before pulling it towards him where he pressed a cheeky kiss to it. And then he squeezed at the thick length in his grasp with a grin up at the black-haired man. Watching the heat flare in that dark gaze as full lips parted with a silent tremble as they moved wordlessly.
"You know, baby, yo-you might not think this is much, but I beg to differ! Honestly, I've never bottomed but feeling this in my hand? I bet you'd fill me up with how fucking thick your cock is, wouldn't you?" A shudder ran down his husband when he gave another lazy stroke when he let his grin widen up at his husband. "I'd let you fuck me every day if I bottomed, you know that? You have a fuckin' perfect cock, you hear me? I always love going down on you because I love having you clog up my throat, you know?"
"Mmmm, wh-why does it seem like a threat you're making? Li-Like it's a promise ab-about bottoming or somethin'?" Breathless. His husband's gaze was locked onto him with a surprising intensity as he stroked him lazily before pressing a few more kisses to his erection. The skin beneath his lips was feverish with that blood flow to it when he kissed at his husband again. "Yo-You know that yours is be-better than mine! I'm not as big as you so ho-how does that make mine so perfect, huh?"
Oh, his husband was fishing for it now. Not quite shrugging it off but he was playing along. God, it had him excited when he wiggled on his knees with his hand moving faster as he pressed a few kisses to the base of his erection before looking up at him again. "It fits down my throat so perfectly, baby, that I-I can't get enough of going down on you sometimes! You've got six glorious fuckin' inches and you know it! I love it when you get hard for me, you know? It le-lets me see how thick and big you are! It's fucking perfect!"
"I-I don't think it's very perfect but to each their own, huh?" He watched black lashes fluttering as dark eyes blazed down at him. That hunger had his hardening erection twitching in its pinned down position against his pelvis when he shifted slightly on his knees before placing a kiss to the twitching erection in his grasp. God, he really was fucking thick, wasn't he? Perhaps he should amp it up a bit? "You gonna suck my cock an-any time soon, Zashi? It's clearly what you want, isn't it?"
Oh. Oh, if he wanted to play it that way then he'd happily play along. Giving another fast stroke to his husband's twitching erection, he smirked up at the black-haired man when he squeezed at him. "Oh, I definitely want that! I want this fat fuckin' thing down my throat and I want you to fuck it raw! Make me choke on your cock, baby! I'm going to show you how much I fucking love this fat cock of yours and I'm going to drink every damn drop of cum you have in you! Your cock is beautiful, just like the rest of you, baby!"
A shudder ran over his husband when hands tightened on the edge of the bed with knuckles going white when he glanced over at the sound of nails dragging over the comforter. He then lifted his gaze up to watch teeth drag once, twice, over that full bottom lip with heat sparking and blazing in those dark eyes. A hunger, a lust, that had his own skin flaring with heat in a sizzling burst. "Wh-What do you like about it? What ma-makes my cock so much better than yours, Zashi? What about it ma-makes you so desperate for it?"
"Everything, baby!" He let his grin widen into a smirk at the shudder that ran over his husband when he slid his hands down along his thighs with muscles jumping and trembling under his hands. "I love how it fills up my throat so fucking good! I love how it tastes and how heavy it is on my tongue! There's nothing like it, baby, and God knows I love how thick it is! It's perfect, made just for me, isn't it? This cock is all mine, right? You always feel so fucking good in my mouth that I can't stop myself from coming back for more!"
"Fuck, Zashi. Yo-You really don't spare any fucking details when you're ta-talking dirty, now do you?" Oh, the breathlessness to his husband's voice had him shuddering this time when the erection in his grasp, beneath his lips, twitched with its light throbbing. Erratic. It was so damn hard he couldn't help squeezing at the black-haired man's erection when he got a twitching thrust of Shouta's hips into his hand when he watched teeth yet again dragging over that full bottom lip of his with black brows twitching together.
Giving a stroke to the erection in his grasp, he used the tip of his tongue to follow a vein playfully before rubbing his piercing against it earning himself another twitch. A drop of pre-come dribbling down that he happily licked away when his husband groaned. "Your cock is perfect, Shouta, and I-I can't get enough of it! You know how jealous I should be over you? I bet anyone would go for thick rather than inches! I mean, look at you! I barely have my fi-fingers wrapped around it! That's impressive, baby, I promise you that!"
Squeezing at the twitching erection in his grasp tore another low groan out of his husband with hips arching forward slightly. A weak thrust into his hand as he sped up his strokes giddily as his own fully hardened erection twitched as it pressed to the leather. A maddening compress down had his toes curling at the feel of the pre-come dripping and soaking into his boxers. Throbbing. "If-If you like my cock that much, if you like cho-choking on it so much then what're you waiting for? Su-Suck my cock, Zashi? Please?"
"It'd be my pleasure to choke on it! Such a shame you can't twist your hands up in my hair, huh? Maybe it'll teach you to keep your hands to yourself." He loved the whine it got him from Shouta as he stroked the throbbing erection in his grasp when another drop of pre-come dripped down. Lapping it away, he slid his hand up to swipe his fingers lazily over the dripping head when he stretched up with a smirk. "You ready to fuck my throat, baby? Choke me with this beautiful, mouthwatering cock of yours?"
"Yes!"
Pressing an open mouthed kiss to the side of his husband's erection had breaths hitching when he let his lashes flutter shut as he happily began pressing open mouthed kisses along the black-haired man's shaft. Lifting his mouth then pressing a kiss to the underside of his erection, he sucked gently at his new spot. Swirling his tongue against the skin with that gentle sucking that had his husband's hips arching forward. Hips weakly grinding against his mouth when he lifted it then traced along a vein.
Then he pressed his mouth to him again in another open mouthed kiss. Sucking as the muscle along the underside of his erection fluttered in a twitch beneath his tongue when he swirled it to the skin. Sucking at him before popping off with his fingers sliding up to stroke the upper half of his husband's erection while he dipped his head down to press his mouth against him. Sucking at the new spot of his with a swirl of his tongue against the skin as he swiped his fingers over the dripping head of his husband's erection.
His own erection throbbed in its constricted position and God knows that was fucking amazing. It was a torment he absolutely adored for himself; had his thighs rubbing together at the erratic throbbing of it. The drips soaking into his boxers. Twitching, throbbing, much like Shouta's erection in his grasp. He'd meant every damn word of it; his husband's cock was amazing. It was perfect in every damn way that the rest of him was and he planned on showing it properly during their weekend away together.
He planned to shower this man with such affection and such praise for his cock that it would leave him with no insecurity. None. That was his goal he set for himself when he had decided on cock praise this afternoon after looking over their list. This is what he wanted more than anything for his husband. He lifted his mouth from his spot near the base to lick his way up before closing his mouth around a higher up spot below his stroking hand. It had his husband whining up above him as he swirled his fingers over the wet head.
Rubbing blindly to smear the drops of pre-come welling there as he sucked at his new spot giddily with lashes fluttering on his hot cheeks. He wanted to give everything he could if it meant his husband lost his self-conscious beliefs about himself. He'd do his best to eviscerate each and every one of them. He swirled his tongue against his spot when he lifted his mouth up then licked his way up. Stopping just below the head of his erection where he pressed another open-mouthed kiss to the stiff skin. Hot.
He slid his hand down to stroke the lower half of his erection with a kneading squeeze to the base. He could settle himself between Shouta's legs for hours. He had spoken nothing but the truth to his husband and he was determined to show it. He sucked at his spot as he swirled his tongue against the spot earning himself a groan from his husband. Then he lifted his mouth from the spot before moving to the side to place another open-mouthed kiss to the skin. Sucking gently as he left behind glistening wet spots.
Smeared over the lower half by his hand much to his delight as he squeezed at the black-haired man. Creating a slick layer to help his stroking despite how damp the skin was as it spread thinly but it didn't matter. Not when he knew he'd be diving down it in mere seconds. Sucking at his spot giddily, he dug his teeth in lightly tearing another groan out of his husband when he felt muscles jumping under his hand he had on his inner thigh. Clinging onto the fabric of his jumpsuit when his erection twitched.
Fuck, it ached in its compact space. It was fucking good. Lifting his mouth from the spot, he finally stretched up as he caught a drop of pre-come with his tongue then licked his way to the head where he swirled his tongue around it. Squeezing at the lower half of his erection, he happily lengthened his strokes when he forced his lashes up to peer at his husband. The sight of his husband's teeth digging into his lower lip as dark eyes blazed down at him sent a shiver down his back at the sight of that heated look.
At the desire in that burning gaze. A desire he felt twisting along his bones when he swirled his tongue over the head of the black-haired man's erection. A hungry lust that was clawing its way into him the longer his own erection remained trapped. With each kiss he placed over his husband. He flattened his tongue then lapped at the head with grinds of his piercing against the dripping head that had his husband moaning out. Hands tightening on the edge of the bed with a tight, white-knuckled grasp.
Shouta's hips lifted up to nudge the head against him with that silent. impatient way of his when he whined up above him. Grinding lightly against his tongue when he swirled his tongue lazily over the black-haired man's dripping head. Prodding at the slit with the tip of his tongue when he got the taste of his pre-come spreading over his tongue with a low moan leaving him. Shuddering at the taste as he stroked the lower half of his erection giddily as he lapped at the head before he got another impatient whine.
What did he look like right now? When he'd been pressing his kisses to the rest of his shaft? When he'd been licking at the head? Did he look like Shouta did when those actions were used on him? Did he look like a slut down here on his knees showering the black-haired man's erection in kisses? Strokes? It sent a shiver down his back as his mind effortlessly put his place in Shouta's and God if that didn't have his erection twitching. If it didn't have him strangely hot at the thought he was seen that way.
That his husband was comparing him mentally to a slut. A whore. It was a thought that had his breaths shuddering out of him when he covered the head of his erection with his tongue with a few strokes to the lower half of his erection. Kneading at his base firmly had the black-haired man groan cresting up when he pulled his hand away in favor of sliding down. Swooping to the base in one fell swoop to the base as he moaned at the slide of that throbbing erection over his tongue only for the head to hit the back of his throat.
And then, then, then his husband's erection was sliding down his throat to fill him up and fuck, if it wasn't a magical feeling. Puffs of air making their way around the black-haired man's erection as he giddily buried his nose in those chaotic black curls. Wiry hairs that tickled it and his cheeks while his husband moaned out above him. Keening. A needy, breathless sound that had his erection throbbing as his hips shook impatiently yet he placed his hands on his husband's inner thighs. Hard squeezes that had him whining.
He clutched at the loose fabric of his husband's jumpsuit. He knew that a blowjob without washing wasn't high up on favorability for Shouta who always felt a need to scrub himself down before anything sexual. If he remembered right, it was the fear that his husband would smell, and he didn't want that. Hell, he understood that perfectly for he was the same way. But given they were diving into it he could taste the salt on his husband's skin no doubt from running about all day. He didn't bat so much as a lash at it.
The lingering tastes he had no name for at the moment, but he didn't mind it one fucking bit. Swallowing around his husband had the man moaning out again with thighs twitching under his hands when he squeezed at him. Kneading as he swallowed around him again with a groan of his own when that erection twitched. Throbbing erratically against his tongue weighing it down but he happily wiggled it up to rub against the underside of Shouta's erection. He could stay just like this for hours. Oh, he'd give anything for that.
He could let the black-haired man stay down his throat, hard or soft, for the rest of his afternoon. For hours and be content in having the man filling his mouth and clogging up his throat. It had him shuddering at the thought of staying right here for the rest of their afternoon. They'd done it before; he'd request to do it while his husband sat on their bed playing on the switch with his dick down his throat. Hell, he'd had Shouta do it to him plenty of times! Plenty of times with his dick down Shouta's throat to warm it.
He shuddered when he caught the quiet sound of nails dragging over their comforter with hips grinding weakly against his mouth. The smell of his husband was a musky sweat with the lingering scents of sweat from the day but God if he didn't love it. If it didn't have his head absolutely spinning as he sucked absentmindedly at his husband with a shudder racing down his back. Swallowing again had the black-haired man moaning above him with thighs trembling lightly under his hands in response to the action.
With his hair up in the style of his hero costume it left zero chances of those rough hands fisting at it. Twisting into it. It was a bit saddening, but it was a loss that he would take regardless because he truly found himself impatient today. Impatient enough to dive into this head first both literally and figuratively. He kneaded at those trebling thighs as he swallowed around his husband once more before lifting his head up. Pulling up, up, up until he could rub his tongue properly against the underside of his erection.
And then he dived back down as he sank to the base in a slick slide that had his husband groaning at him in that throaty pitch. It had thighs spreading impossibly wide with boots sliding over the carpet. Hips grinding weakly against his mouth as he suckled at him before pulling his head back at that same half way point to rub his tongue against the underside of his erection. Sucking firmly at him before diving back down to the base with a hum when he buried his nose in those wild, chaotic black curls.
And he then pulled his head back then came back down. Moving past that stop and go rhythm of his for a slow bob of his head as he rubbed his tongue against the underside of his erection with his bobs. Grinding his piercing into that prominent vein running along the underside as he sucked at his husband. Kneading at trembling inner thighs as he watched his husband's face with each bob of his head. How black brows squeezed together with lashes trembling in between slow blinks that seemed to take their time.
The way his teeth dragged over his lower lip before his mouth was dropping open ever so slightly with his shallow, racing pants that trembled on each inhale and exhale. The blush smothering itself in a deep red hue over his stubble covered cheeks. Spreading to the tips of his ear in a scarlet red while a softer dusting of color spread to his collar bones. His goggles still rested on top of his head where they glowed in their bronze color against the wild black curls of hair. Another reminder he was still in his hero costume.
The feel of his husband's jumpsuit beneath his hands was all the reminder he needed to feel that shier down his back. The bolt of arousal that he had dived into something so freshly out of work. That they hadn't even dressed down before he was getting in his husband's pants. It was a strange turn on that he absolutely adores. After all they've fucked in hero costumes before after work but mostly at the request of his husband emptying himself out first. It was like an unspoken kind of roleplay when they did it.
But his husband always insisted on cleaning himself up which resulted in the sight of his husband half dressed in his jumpsuit. But today was different and he fucking loves it. Bobbing his head in that slow, casual speed as he rubbed his tongue against the underside of his husband's twitching erection. Sucking at him as he swallowed with a slurp to keep himself from drooling over himself. His thighs pressed tightly together to help soothe the ache of his throbbing erection. Squirming together with a huffing exhale.
Hoping to satisfy it yet it merely had his back arching as he squeezed at Shouta's thighs. Slowly bobbing his head with purposeful grinds of his piercings to the underside of with shaking breaths flying in and out of his nose. God, he loves it. Sucking at the twitching erection weighing his tongue down with a groan when he rubbed his tongue against the underside. Loving the tickle of black curls against his nose and cheeks when he dove for the base again. Swallowing around the black-haired man when his toes curled in his boots.
Shuddering at the shameless dripping of his trapped erection that throbbed erratically much like Shouta's. He was all too aware of the silence of their bedroom amplifying his sucks. The wet sound as he dove down towards the base. The slurps of his swallows to avoid drooling over himself. The low groans flying out of himself while his husband squirmed and whined above him. How did it feel? To see his hair yet unable to grab at his head and force him to move faster? To be unable to twist his fingers into it?
He slid his tongue to rub at the underside of his husband's erection with each bob down before lifting his head back up. And he happily let his urgency claw through in his bobs as he kept that casual pace but God if he didn't want those hands in his hair. He would love nothing more than to have that brutal face fucking his husband could give him, but this was so much better. This was so much more exciting to hear Shouta's nails clawing at the blanket with breathless, back of the throat whines and whimpers leaving him.
The shaking pants taken above him mirrored the pants flying through his nose as he felt that heat smoldering along his bones. Flashing up to claw beneath the surface of his skin leaving him hot, hot, hot. He clung onto his husband's thighs as he bobbed his head, sucking at him giddily, when he squirmed. His knees digging into the floor as he bobbed his head giddily with his hands sliding along his husband's thigh when he slid his left hand up. Drifting up then over his thigh to find his hand blindly.
He hummed when he bottomed out when fingers reached out to interlock with his. Holding onto him with such a hard grip as it trembled in his with its tight grasp on him. He squeezed at that shaking hand in his as he swallowed once, twice, with a slurp before resuming his bobbing. Faster. Urgent. He let the emotion dictate his speed ever so slightly as he bobbed over his husband's erection. Feeling the saliva pooling in the bottom of his mouth with his brows squeezing together as he tried to remain focused.
Shutting his eyes to focus on his bobbing as he swallowed around him. Moving his tongue in massaging rubs against the underside of his erection when he flew up, he sucked fervently at his husband. Tasting the pre-come dripping onto his tongue in response as the black-haired man moaned at him. The hand in his squeezing with nails biting lightly into the back of his hand as if to make up for being unable to twist into his hair. He swallowed frantically around his husband when he moved his tongue.
Rubbing against the head awkwardly. It earned him a needy groan from his husband as the hand in his tightened when he moaned up at him before diving back to the base before coming back up. Pulling back, back, back to suckle at the head where he prodded the dripping slit before swooping back down to the base with an ecstatic moan ripping out of him. And his hips gave a cagey side to side squirm as his erection throbbed. Jiggling his hips impatiently when he bobbed his head giddily over his husband.
Then he slid his right hand down to grip at his husband's knee with fingers twisting into the fabric as shaking pants were taken by the both of them. God, it was thrilling. He couldn't remember going down as often as he had been on his husband, but he loves it. Bobbing his head quickly with that urgency bubbling to the surface within him to move his head faster. Suckle harder. It had Shouta moaning above him with such shameless volume, it had sparks of heat fanning under his skin at the shots of arousal it created.
Groaning, he dove for the base where he began to hum. A light, playful hum as he bobbed his head had the black-haired man's hips twitching in a shallow thrust. Meeting his downwards bob much to his delight. He moved his head quickly as he sucked at the black-haired man with that faint trace of salt lost to him under the drops of pre-come. Their taste spreading over his tongue yet that musky scent of his husband was something he happily found himself inhaling each time his nose was buried against his pelvis.
He fucking loves it. Even if this didn't lead to sex, he could happily do this all fucking afternoon long. All night long. He hadn't lied when he told his husband he loved his dick. It was a comfort, an absolute turn on, to have that heavy weight of it weighing his tongue down. Filling his mouth and throat up as he suckled at him. When he could get the taste of pre-come spreading over his tongue as he bobbed his head. The mere taste that was all he could describe as the familiar taste of Shouta that he could recognize anywhere.
He wanted nothing more than to keep Shouta in his mouth, yet he knew that they'd had to shower to get his hair down. To clean up. But it was an amazing fantasy to have nonetheless, wasn't it? He moaned to himself as he pulled back to swirl his tongue around the head that he suckled at frantically. Then he ground his piercing into the slit before diving back down towards the base with his humming that had his husband squirming. Moaning, whining, whimpering. Needy. Wanting. Pleading silently with him.
A medley of sounds leaving the black-haired man up above him with the hand in his holding on desperately. As if he were an anchor, he needed to hold onto preemptively to keep from floating away preemptively. Bobbing his head quickly as he suckled at the black-haired man's erection giddily. And then he felt hips grinding weakly against his mouth when he flew down to the base of it. He happily held himself there as he hummed around the black-haired man tearing a keening whimper out of the man.
Hips ground firmly against his mouth with the hand in his tightening in a firm squeeze to which he happily returned it without thinking. His chain swung with his ring lightly hitting off of his chest rhythmically when he pulled his head back. Flying down then up, down and up, down and up in bobs that had his husband's head falling back. And then he opened his eyes, forcing his heavy lashes up, at the moan flying out of the black-haired man. It had him moaning in response around the twitching erection in his mouth.
He bobbed his head eagerly when he began moving faster, faster, faster moving from head to base without so much as blinking. It wasn't hard the way it would be if hands were shoving him down, but God knows he could happily imagine it. Swallowing around the black-haired man's erection, he happily hummed when he could through his racing pants as his thighs rubbed and squirmed together with knees digging into the floor. Pressing tightly together until they trembled while he bobbed his head quickly.
Slick, deafening slurps ringing out as he swallowed. Anything to keep from making a mess of himself yet he could feel a bead of drool gathering in the corner of his mouth. Bobbing his head quickly, he sucked at the black-haired man giddily when he felt the hand in his squeezing. Moaning out when he then decided giddily to switch out his humming for something better. Taking a deep breath through his nose, he activated his quirk just enough to buzz around his husband. And ohhh, if that didn't get the man jolting.
Like he'd been electrocuted. A cry ripped out of his husband when hips bucked against his mouth when he flew down to the base. Buzzing around the black-haired man as the hand in his tightened painfully on his when he slid his hand from his hand to grab at Shouta's other hand. Touching the back of the shaking hand prompting it to lift with fingers intertwining with his as he bobbed his head fast, fast, fast over his husband as he buzzed. It was ironically giggle worthy listening to himself buzzing away like this.
As if the black-haired man was truly using a vibrator on himself. The sound was akin to the ones they kept in their drawers and fuck if it didn't have his husband moaning when his husband's hips began to move. Finally, finally moving to thrust into his mouth with each downwards slid of his head. He buzzed cheerfully around the black-haired man while bobbing his head fast. He flew down to the base only to get that hit of hips striking against his mouth when Shouta thrusted forward to meet his downwards slide.
Hitting at the back of his throat before sliding down it had him nearly breaking the buzz he had going to moan. But he forced that moan down in favor of continuing his buzzing as he moved his head quickly. Hands clutched at his tightly with that fervent desire as he swallowed with a deafening slurp. But he knew he was too late when he felt that droplet in the corner of his mouth drip down his chin quickly. Dripping off quickly when he groaned when his erection throbbed fervently at him; as if screaming for his attention.
Demanding it. He rubbed his thighs together with a renewed squeeze to them to satisfy that throbbing, but it just had his hips bucking. Wriggling in a cagey shake as he clung onto his husband's hands with a moan of frustration at that maddening throbbing of his erection. Sucking at Shouta as he buzzed had the black-haired man moaning shamelessly up above him with hips actively snapping forward to thrust into his mouth. As if he were growing too eager to stay still as hips hit against his mouth.
Grinding when he bottomed out and held himself there for a moment as he buzzed tearing a snapping moan out of his husband. Squirming, twisting, writhing on the bed. Much like his own twisting as his knees dug into the floor with a slight arch to his back when he whimpered at that maddening throbbing. Breaking up his buzzing briefly with that shrill sound, he bobbed his head fast, fast, fast. Sucking harder, harder, harder at his husband while he rubbed his tongue against the underside of his erection giddily.
Throbbing as it slid slickly over it and down his throat, he shuddered with a moan when he pulled his head back from the base up towards the head where he then swirled his tongue around it before prodding at the slit with that pre-come dripping onto his tongue with its bitter taste. It had him moaning out as he lapped his tongue over him again, again, again as he rubbed the middle of his tongue against him. Making sure to grind the ball of his piercing against the slit that had his husband moaning back.
An ecstatic, encouraging sound that had him flying to the base with hips jumping to meet him halfway with a thud against his mouth. God, he loves it. Loves, loves, loves that feeling as he sucked at his husband in hard pulls. Hollowing his cheeks ever so slightly when he resumed his face bobbing with hips falling into rhythm with him. Jumping in snapping thrusts that had the head of his erection hitting at the back of his throat roughly before slipping down his throat in a slick slide that had him moaning.
He swallowed once, twice, three times before he felt confident, he had all the drool pooling in his mouth down before he flew to the base. Holding himself there as Shouta his hips fiercely against his mouth as his erection twitched against his tongue. God, it had his lashes fluttering on his cheeks as he then took a slow, deep breath that he held in his lungs when he began to buzz again. Pulling back to resume his bobbing, he kept his cheeks slightly hollowed to keep a suction going for his husband along with his buzzing.
Doing his best to provide the best pleasure to the black-haired man while bobbed his head over his shaft giddily. He could suck this man off for hours, days, and he'd still find a giddy joy in it. He'd still find that same pleasure he felt the very first time he got down on his knees in his childhood bedroom back when they were teens. He'd never give up the chance on going down on his husband. Buzzing firmly around the black-haired man got him a keening moan as hips bucked in unison with his downwards slides.
He rubbed his tongue against the underside of his throbbing erection. It had the black-haired man moaning as hips ground tightly against his lips when he forced his lashes up to watch that back arch slightly. Pushing his chest forward to show off nipples that perked up in their hardened state. The soft blush over his collarbones. He watched Shouta's head lifted up on a gasp as black lashes trembled against red cheeks only to lift to reveal that blazing gaze. Bottomless. Glassy. It sent a shiver down his back with that heat.
They were absolutely burning down at him with that hungry desire as hips jumped to thrust into his mouth. A low, guttural groan left his husband at the sight he no doubt had as he buzzed firmly around him while he kept up that firm suction. He was close. He knew he was close in the throbbing against his tongue when he decided to kick it up. Buzzing faster around his husband had the black-haired man's back arching again with a cry as the hands in his squeezed fiercely at him. Holding onto him tight, tight, tight.
Fingers digging into the backs of his hands with that hard squeeze, he returned giddily. Bobbing his head quickly over the black-haired man's erection as he sucked at him while he kept up his buzzing. Faster, faster, faster. He closed his eyes to keep himself from growing dizzy from the fast view as he kept that buzzing up with moans spilling out of his husband. Keening. A need pitch that was unmistakable much like that breathless one. They bounced in their volume depending on what he did much to his delight.
He never knew what would come spilling out of his husband with such shamelessness. It had him buzzing giddily with thighs shaking on either side of him with hips snapping forward ruthlessly. Thrusting quickly into his mouth in time with his bobbing while he listened to that ragged panting increasing in speed above him. Hands clutching fiercely at him while he bobbed his head fast, fast, fast. He fucking loves it. The salt of his husband's skin. The thick feeling of his erection weighing his tongue down.
Clogging his throat up so fucking good. The musk of his husband's skin as he bottomed out to his pelvis again, again, again. The throbbing and twitching of his erection as he rubbed his tongue against the underside. The hands in his that held onto his so fervently. The sound of his buzzing filling in the gap that rasping pants his husband took. The whimpers, whines, moans and groans spilling out of his husband with increasing volume and frequency. The thighs that were trembling on either side of him.
He could live in this moment forever and he'd never have enough, he swore it. He shuddered at the cramping in his chest, his lungs, that screamed for air, but he knew if he let out that breath, he took that he'd be moaning and groaning with his husband. And he couldn't stop buzzing now when it seemed like his husband was dancing on the edge of an orgasm already. It never failed to turn him on to know his buzzing pushed his husband to the edge all the faster. All the quicker during thier blowjobs.
Focusing on keeping his cheeks hollowed for that firm suction as he buzzed around his husband had him squirming. His erection throbbing frantically when his husband's hips hit his mouth again, again, again, with increasing strength. As if making up for the lack of hands in his hair. He didn't mind it one bit when he forced that groan down in his chest in favor of buzzing faster. Harder. It had Shouta crying out again with hips snapping forward with that delicious hit that had him fighting down the moans desperately.
That erection was throbbing frantically against his tongue, just like his own, as it twitched. The head hitting the back of his throat again and again before slipping down it promised to leave him hoarse from the rough treatment, but he didn't mind it one bit. Not one damn bit for he knew how close his husband was. He could feel it in the way that his erection throbbed and twitched against his tongue. The strangling squeeze on his hands with pants increasing above him. Racing faster while they shallowed out.
Pleading whimpers spilling out of his husband with hips snapping desperately against his mouth? It was painfully clear how close his husband was already, and he didn't blame him one bit. He merely focused on sucking at his husband with that hard buzzing that had said man whimpering louder. Huffing above him desperately. He was right there. It was just a matter of getting him there. On getting him over the ledge that he was so clearly clinging in vain on for the fear of coming "too early". For him there was never too early.
If he could make his husband come from this alone then that was a fucking win. That just showed how good he was making Shouta feel. Bobbing his head fast in time with snapping thrusts hitting against his mouth, he decided to step it up on his buzzing. Faster. Harder. A burst of vibration that had his husband crying out with such volume it had his erection aching. Throbbing viciously like Shouta's but he could knew he was done. That cry crested up into a wail when he let his breath rush out of him to kill of his buzzing.
However, he happily hummed as he slammed himself down to the base. Moaning then when his husband shouted his name out in a slurred wail above him as hands clutched at his fervently with a strength to get him groaning. Hizashi, Hizashi, Hizashi. It sent a shiver down his back when he felt the first hot spurt prompting him to swallow giddily when another moan ripped out of himself. Hips grinding fiercely, fervently, against his mouth while he swallowed, swallowed, swallowed the shots of come rushing down his throat.
His hips shook impatiently with thighs squirming together desperately to appease the throbbing as he moaned around his husband's throbbing erection. Swallowing the spurts as his husband's hands shook with the strength in which they clung onto his hands. Huffing breaths being taken above him as hips began to rock tightly against his mouth while his husband rode out the waves of his orgasm. A croaked, choke sound leaving the black-haired man above him when he rubbed his tongue against the underside of his pulsing erection.
He pulled back slightly when he felt another shot of come hitting the back of his throat as he suckled at his husband. Humming at the faint taste on the back of his tongue while he swallowed the final dribble of his husband's come when another choked, hiccup of a sound left the black-haired man. And then he was relaxing with a shuddering exhale leaving him. His erection throbbed desperately for some type of stimulation -anything- yet he happily ignored it as his husband relaxed the hold on his hands.
Then he began pulling back along his erection slowly. Sucking gently at him with his tongue massaging the underside of his erection when he stopped at the head to lap gently at the dripping thing. Prodding the slit only to get that taste of his come spreading over his tongue weakly; musky. A bit salty. He'd had worse; much, much worse in terms of flavor. Then he popped off of his husband with a gasp as he forced his heavy lashes up to find dark eyes blazing at him again. Oh, it had his stomach fluttering.
Watching full lips parted as his mouth hung open slightly with black brows squeezed together so tightly, they twitched lightly. His chest heaving with his pants with that deep, beautiful red blush smothering itself over his cheeks. And then he found himself leaning up with his husband flying down with hands pulling from his to cup his face. Lips crushing down on his to slide frantically in a frenzy of passion that he returned without a second thought as his erection throbbed. Screaming for it to be acknowledged.
Pulling back from the kiss, he pressed chaste short kisses to those full ones earning himself a whimper from his husband. When they parted with thumbs sliding along his cheeks with shaking pants being taken by the both of them when his hips wriggled slightly. His face burned when dark eyes dropped down to catch the movement when he swallowed before he reached up to touch a red cheek. Sliding his hand along his cheek before sliding it down with hsi fingers touching his husband's bottom lip.
A light swell to it from the kisses traded. He traced along the shape of it lightly when lips came together when lips came together to kiss at his finger tips when he smiled up at the black-haired man. And then his hips were squirming again when he groaned lowly under his breath at the discomfort beginning to sink its claws into him. It was nearly agony keeping himself in his pants but he wanted to hold out. A little longer, a little longer, a little longer. He swore he'd get them off but he just needed a little longer.
He tipped his face forward into his husband's hands when he dropped his hand from his lips with a sigh. The black-haired man sighed out shakily when he turned his head to kiss at his husband's palm before then turning his head to the left palm to nuzzle his face into it as thumbs slid along his cheeks with all the adoration he could ever want. And then his husband was bending down to kiss his forehead that held a clammy sweat to it that he'd failed to notice. Identical to the one on his husband's forehead and cheeks.
A thin sheen that had thin wisps of hair clinging to his flushed face. Then, much to his delight, lips were coming back down on his. No frenzy. No urgency. A slow, sweet kiss that screamed with all the tenderness and adoration he could ever ask of from his husband. His partner. He happily returned that adoration without a second thought as he reached up to cover the backs of the hands holding his face so tenderly. Moving his thumbs to stroke the sides of his hands gently with thumbs moving to return that action.
He hadn't even come yet but he was melting under the affection his husband was showering onto him. As if he'd come with him. The tender sweetness of that kiss spoke of a love that pulled at his heart so viciously it had him whimpering into the kiss. Had his lashes fluttering on his cheeks when his husband was pulling away with that soft, crooked smile curling over full lips. So damn sweet with its shyness that he'd recognize it anywhere as the shy, sheepish smile in their youth. A smile that he would recognize anywhere.
When they'd begun holding hands on the way and out of school with thier peers gawking at them. It was a smile meant for him. It melted him as he swayed on his knees when he hissed in at the press of a foot against his crotch that had him looking down as he jumped. Eyes widening at the rub of that foot against his crotch when a hand slid down to trace along his jaw to tip his face up as he looked up to his husband with that excitement sparking in his chest again. Did this mean what he thinks it means?
Was it safe to hope? To think that his husband could be throwing him a bone right now? Would it be too much to assume that? Staring up with awe at his husband's, he slid his thumbs to stroke his husband's wrists again. Admiring the beauty of that flushed face before him when he bit at his lip when that foot pressed down again. Curiosity sparking in his husband's gaze when he then took a shuddering breath before giving another gently squeeze to Shouta's wrists when he felt heat spark up his back.
"Yo-You're so fucking beautiful, you kn-know that?" Oh, he could hear the rasp to his own voice as he stared up at his husband. That shy smile curled wider when he squeezed at his husband's wrists gently when he then shifted on his knees before swallowing. Feeling the tender soreness to it, he felt a flutter to his stomach when his erection twitched when he licked his lips as he locked onto Shouta's gaze. "Yo-You know, whenever its clo-close to our anniversary, I ha-have this super special appreciation fo-for you!"
That sweet smile curled wider over full lips when his husband's leaned in to rub their noses together in that sweet nuzzling had him giggling when his husband chuckled breathlessly at him with thumbs moving along his cheekbones. Caresses that had him melting when he returned that gentle nuzzling. And then his husband was pulling back with another shake sigh as palms pressed to his cheeks. "Th-The same to you! I got so-something up my sleeve for you on our anniversary!"
"Go-Good! I look fo-forward to it! I think thi-this year it's go-gonna knock your socks off, ba-baby!" He kissed at the tip of Shouta's nose with a kiss only to have the action pressed to the bridge of his nose. Then to the tip of his. It had him giggling when he then squeezed at his husband's wrists when he then slid his thumbs gently. Beaming at his husband, he couldn't stop himself from squirming his hips. "No-Now, I dunno about you but I ne-need to get my hair down and I go-gotta go take care of m-mmmyself!
"Yo-You want me to help?" Blinking, he swore that blush deepened before his very eyes when he let his smile widen at his husband who pressed his palms against his cheeks firmly. Squishing his face when he giggled happily when the black-haired man growled at him. "St-Stop! Don't go looking at me like that! Yo-You're my husband! I wa-want to help you get off too! It's no-not fair for you to gi-give me a blowjob off of work and then go take ca-care of yourself! So, le-let me help! I can je-jerk you off just fine!"
"Oh, you wa-wanna jerk me off, huh?" Dark eyes widened with that old mortification when he laughed before reaching up to catch shaking hands when they jerked away from his hot face. Standing up, he tugged at his husband's hands coaxing him to stand up from the edge of the bed. His suit pooling down to sway against the backs of his legs when he tugged him close. "I'm ce-certainly not gonna say no to my hu-husband if he wants to jerk me off! Ju-Just know I'll be returning everything te-tenfold this weekend!"
It was sweet watching that lower lip jut out ever so slightly in a pout when dark eyes flicked away from him when he let go of his husband's hands to reach down to pull his husband's boxers up. Tucking his softened dick back into them when he rested his hands on his husband's waist. Swaying idly before he took a step to the side then back with Shouta moving with him. He truly did want his pants off; it was reaching a true discomfort that had him antsy. "Yo-You're lucky I love you, yo-you know that?"
"I do!" He then squeezed at his husband's waist as he walked backwards towards the bathroom as he tugged his husband along. Smiling at that pout forming on full lips as brows squeezed together tightly with black lashes fluttering in a blink. A disgruntled look that didn't go at all with what he'd expect a post orgasmic Shouta would be when he giggled. God, he loves that pout! He then squeezed at his husband's waist again as his boots hit the tile of the bathroom. "Be-Because I love you too, baby!"