Fifty Darker Shades of EraserMic

by CrypticBeans

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

43. If The Boot Fits

Trembling, shaking breaths being taken.

The quiet sound of a whine being muffled.

The thud as the paddle slipped off the bed's edge.

There was nothing Hizashi loved more than a good BDSM scene. It was a sentiment that he knew for a fact that his husband shared with him. There was just something so enthralling and exciting about sitting down with his bright eyed husband with the idea of a scene in mind. Writing a script together that quickly filled out the pages of a document of theirs. In having the black-haired man curled into his side as they went over a scene, what it would detail, what it would give both of them and preferences for the both of them.

What they wanted to include and what they wanted to do without. It made him regretful that they hadn't jumped into the BDSM pool sooner but like his husband always said there'd be more in the future. More chances at having a scene. That there was no set date for starting and no "too late" to the party when it came to BDSM. If anything, now that they were far more open with their communication? The communication they worked on for years to build? The communication established with their first challenge?

He was sure that had they started in their younger years that it would have spooked his husband away. It would have left them with a rift that would be impossible to mend properly. With how reserved his husband was back then, BDSM would have been a non-starter. It would have driven Shouta into a shell that would take him years to work him out of. If anything, he was more than happy to start their BDSM life the way they had last year. There was nothing he loved more than to know that his husband trusted him like that.

To recall the nights, he'd had his husband on his knees with that dreamy look to his dark eyes. How the black-haired man melted in his hands like putty as he let himself be carried away in the rhythm of a scene. How his husband looked at him with such trust it left his chest aching long after the scene had ended with the man curled into his chest. There was nothing he loved more than knowing he was itching a scratch for both him and Shouta. That the black-haired man trusted him enough to do this with him.

It was a trust that was necessary to maintain a BDSM relationship because without trust there would be no functioning relationship. It would be nothing short of abuse. From what he had learned in his two years of assuming his role of a Dominant it was that trust truly meant everything. It was needed for a submissive to truly enjoy a scene. Trust was the very foundation that they simply couldn't do without. And Shouta showed him each time that collar went on that he trusted him. When those dark eyes locked onto him.

When hands reached out and held onto him or when he was sprawling out it was there. That trust. It was there when his husband openly told him what he wanted from the scene without so much as a flinch. When his husband was open about what he wanted and how he wanted it. There was something so exciting about planning it all out in such meticulous detail that there was no stone unturned. When the image was laid clear for him to bring into reality for his husband. To give Shouta exactly what he wanted.

A desire he held both before their scenes and after it during their usual sex. When it came to their planning it was often days in advance. Days spent teasing, toying, and trying to pull from the other just what they wanted from the scene. To pick it apart from what they wanted to say down to what they wanted to wear. It was absolutely meticulous with room to nitpick it apart. It was by far his favorite thing when it came to the BDSM scene with them. Knowing how eager, how excited, his husband got for it.

The spark it put in those dark eyes as they danced around one another as Shouta teased him. Setting the mood for their scene which was a playful game they'd come up with together. A game where it mattered how Shouta acted and would lead to the tone of the scene. Reward or punishment? It was anyone's guess on how Shouta would act with him which is what made it so exciting. The black-haired man seemed to thrive off of that game system of theirs each time he mentioned doing a scene. It was his favorite game.

To watch his husband either act sweeter than anything or like a true brat who liked to pick and poke at him. Mash his buttons in the right or wrong manner. It was the prelude to the scene that they both wanted so badly to dive into but having to wait always made it all the better. In the days following after their roleplay with medical play, he'd been absolutely over the moon with his husband's euphoria. His delight. It was a glow to the black-haired man that made him absolutely lovely to him in a way that had him magnetized.

Admiring the glow to his husband's dark eyes. The rosy pink blush that was easily triggered much like his sweet, shy smiles when they had a moment alone together. He'd been "weak in the knees" when he'd finally left the house that Friday night after their medical play. That night his husband had seemed truly insatiable; going at him like a starved being. They both had high sex drives but it really shone through that night. It nearly toed the line of overstimulation in a way they hadn't attempted since that night last year.

He'd been more than happy to give the black-haired man everything he needed and wanted from that roleplay. It had left the black-haired man glowing in the days after it with an easily given affection that he ate up. There was something so beautiful about a euphoric Shouta. About the happy and satiated energy that he radiated brilliantly. The black-haired man was unbearably lovely with his rosy cheeked glow. A happiness that he made possible. A happiness, a joy, that was because of him. Because he did what he asked for.

It was enough to make him egotistically delighted with that old urge to gloat. To proudly proclaim that he was the reason behind Shouta's good mood when their coworkers commented on it. That he was the one who triggered that laughter and smile out of him. That he had done that by merely giving his husband all the spoiling in the world. By making him happy. And that's all he'd been hoping he would give him when they attempted their roleplay. It was this joy, however, that had him turning to their list,

At first it had merely been to cross off medical play that following Monday night. Alone in their bedroom, he'd begun looking over the remaining options on the list when his eyes had fallen onto an option. One that him popping onto his laptop with that private browser up to research it. Boot worship. It was often used in BDSM as an act of degradation or humiliation. Something that, for his husband, seemed to be something he absolutely adored lately. An absolute glutton for. And when he brought it up to his husband?

Well, he sworn the man had all but sparkled in that quiet way of his with excitement as he tried to remain gruff. Unimpressed. Shouta had tried so hard to keep him from showing so much interest in it but when they'd sat side by side to research the boot worship? When they began to write out thier scene? He couldn't help but feel pride at the excited sparkle to his husband's dark eyes. It was just like when they'd sat down to write out the scene for their roleplay on Friday. It was by far his favorite thing about Shouta.

When he tried to keep his delight, his excitement, hidden. Even after all this time did his husband try to save face but he could see it. He could read his face like a damn book. And with each line they wrote on the document together? That they picked, rewrote and revised? Each bratty, snarky remark that left his husband's mouth that grew more brazen? That snarky, venomous stare that locked on his from behind turned backs. When they were alone. Acting like a damn spoiled brat the past two days of them hyping this up.

A brat who adored his punishments, but he'd be lying if he said that he didn't fucking love it. If he didn't adore watching his husband acting so catty. So snarky. So infuriatingly bratty and smug it made his hands itch to crack down on his thighs. His ass. When the black-haired man was trying to flutter his lashes while being so sarcastic, so damn mean it left him longing. Burning up. He'd been more than eager for tonight as he stood before the black-haired man. He loved their scenes too. Loved them so much.

And he knew that Shouta loved them just as much. Boot worship was, quite literally, their foot in the door to do another scene together. It was everything he could have dreamed of and more for tonight. The black-haired man had said before the adores his rewards just as he adores his punishments. Swore it. But he couldn't help but feel that his husband liked his punishments a bit more. There was always a heat to his gaze that spoke volumes when he'd threaten a spanking. A whipping. A heat that left him shivering.

Just watching that excitement flare in his husband's gaze as he bit at his lip? Well, how could his husband deny that it's what he liked? He had not a problem with giving Shouta what he wanted from a BDSM scene. He was the same; he adored his punishments just as he adored giving him rewards. It was as much for himself as it was for Shouta. But in the prelude, the days leading up to this, Shouta had been nothing short of a damn brat. Running his mouth with that bold eye contact of his without so much as a flinch.

Challenging him to do something about it. The way he would squirm and twist in his lap with that mischievous sparkle to his gaze then hopping off with the claim of a bathroom break if he so much as touched his waist. The cheeky little strut after he got out of the shower where he let that towel slip bit by bit while he dug through the drawers just to find one pair of sweatpants. He was snarky. Catty. Venomous as a coiled snake ready to strike at him. Winding him nowhere but up until he was itching for that scene.

Twisting him up until he was left flushed much like the black-haired man. And God, if that smug look to his husband and that satisfaction didn't rile him up. The idea to act in such a way seemed to click in his husband that Tuesday. The idea to act like little more than brat during their work hours in that simplistic manner of over talking. Ignoring. In questioning everything he fucking did until he was prickling. Tensing. And it was only when he would snap that his husband seemed smugly satisfied with himself.

When he came home? Oh, it was worse. His husband would squirm, twist, and resist him "Fighting" him when he was tugging the man into his lap with that mischievous little smile and sparkle. Rolling his hips as he peppered his jaw in kisses only to have Shouta break free. A snappy attitude that he'd recognized when he first met Shouta. The defensive, prickly nature of his that he held had always enthralled him. And the black-haired man seemed to really step it up on Friday before he'd gone to the station.

Lounging on the bed in his towel with fingers lazily drifting over his chest with crossed legs bouncing with that same lazy manner. Teasing him with that visual when he was running out the door to get to work. It was wicked. His husband, he swore, delighted in tormenting him. In being a demonic scourge on him. In being a damn brat who wanted his way and his way only. A brat who wanted to twist him up until he was snapping at him. Until he was flushed, and his teeth gnashed together, he feared he'd grind them to nothing.

And he knew his husband was only acting like it because of his request for that boot worship. When they'd read in detail what it implied, what it meant. it's goal in a Dominant and submissive relationship. In a scene. It had him riled up like nothing else with each taunt and teasing action his husband gave. The man was an absolute scourge on his life with the intent on driving him insane. On driving him up a wall of such thin patience he almost didn't recognize himself. And he could see that Shouta liked it.

Whatever expression that would contort and pinch at his face seemed to only light that fire in his husband. Seemed to rile him up to do more. To constantly push, push, push at him until he was snapping like he did tonight. They'd talked in depth of what they wanted from the scene; Shouta claiming he wanted the paddle, the new one he'd bought, and the cane along with the flogger. No whip tonight. And he'd been more than happy to pull out that bright, shiny new paddle of his that he'd finally gone back to buy.

It had been one of the ones that he had been eyeing when they first tried impact play. Before it became a punishment he'd been worried that something with a word would be too much but lately he went back. He bought a paddle with a word on it, a single word, and Shouta had requested it be used on him tonight. He was more than happy to give that to his husband. After all was said and done, written down in their document, he was absolutely ready to get to their scene. Antsy like Shouta had been to get to tonight.

So, so ready to try that boot worship he'd read about, it had him absolutely excited for tonight. A quiet, breath whimper caught his attention as it pulled him out of his thoughts with a blink. And he looked down at his husband sitting on his knees before him with dark eyes focused on him. The black-haired man looked absolutely euphoric. When they'd gotten to the bedroom, he'd seen that foggy expression when he'd gotten his collar on. Something he always adored when he would play with the lock.

A type of foreplay where he'd let it sway before he lifted it up just to let it swing down to thud against the hollow of his husband's throat. Just to watch that euphoric, dreamy expression intensify. To watch his husband sink a little further into his role was the fucking best. When he had counted out loud the number of snarky remarks and backhanded comments he'd made as a tally for his spankings. Ten hits on each ass cheek. Ten cane whips on the back and inner thighs to go with the hits from the paddle.

Laying out the ground rules, the black-haired had seemed overly excited when he'd been bent over the bed. When he'd gasped, wailed, and shouted out the number counts with each impact on his skin. It was hot, hot, hot in their bedroom. Unbearably hot as he stared down at his husband's flushed face when the man squirmed slightly with a shift as a flicker of discomfort flickered over his face before it was gone. Did it hurt to sit back on his heels like that? How could it be comfortable after the blows to his ass and thighs?

Or did his husband like it? Was it lost to him as he sank into his subspace? Or was his husband merely enduring it silently for the sake of moving the scene along? Shouta's chest fluttered with that blush smothering itself over his cheeks spread its way down to his collar bones. Stung the tips of his ears a brilliant red as the blue gems of his studs he'd worn today caught the light in cheeky winks. Shouta's whole chest was damn near flush as nipples stood out in their hardened state from the excitement.

Or was it from a chill he couldn't feel yet? Those dark eyes were absolutely bottomless with wet lashes fluttering in fast blinks as full lips pated again when he hummed down at the black-haired man. He was so beautiful. Stunning. There wasn't a person on this planet who could get Shouta in a position like this. No one could hope to see him in a position like this outside of himself. He got this image all to himself and he couldn't get enough of it. No matter how many times now he had his husband in a submissive state.

A submissive role. He'd never get tired of it; never get tired of that wet gaze staring up at him curiously as he waited for the next part. When Shouta was melting like putty in his hands for him to mold as he saw fit. It had his erection twitching frantically in its tightly packed position behind his leather pants. Aching. He was aching, aching, aching with that excitement tearing into him. A heat under his skin that was razing him apart tonight the longer the scene went along. He wanted to see the black-haired man's ass again.

He wanted to trace the word from his paddle with the tips of his fingers. He wanted to see that word imprinted in his skin with that glowing red hue. The first imprint of "slut" on his husband's skin had been surprising in how arousing it had been to see it after the first couple of hits. Would they still be there? Did his husband feel the words imprinted in his skin? God, he was hot. A bead of sweat ran down his cheek when his husband let out another of those quiet, breathless whimpers with a squirm that had him focusing again.

He needed to focus, focus, focus. He couldn't afford to get lost in his own arousal yet. In the heat clawing beneath the surface of his skin. The desire that was gripping at his bones leaving his hands to shake lightly as the cane dangled from his fingers that tapped rhythmically against the side of his boot lightly. Blinking again to bring himself back to the moment, he took a shuddering breath that merely fanned that heat. Had it flashing in a burst at the pleading, hopeful expression on his husband's flushed face.

Fuck, with messy black curls brushing at his face made him look so lovely. The light swell to his lower lip from the biting at it earlier was fucking beautiful. Shouta was a sight to behold, a mess at his feet, and they were far from done. They were far from the end of their scene, and he was eager to see how more unraveled his husband would become. Would he reduce the man to tears tonight? Or would he become a wailing, screaming mess for him to take care of? A mess in his arms that needed his affection?

Would he stand on shaking legs while he peppered his red and sore body with kisses? Would he allow him to shower him in the affection he deserved after taking this so well like he did every time? It had his erection giving a throb that had his breaths catching as he felt another wet drop hit the fabric of his boxers. Twitching. He lightly bounced the cane off the side of his boot with that rhythmic beat he had going before tightening his hold on it. Then he stretched his free hand out to the black-haired man.

Sliding his hand in a caress over his hair gently in a display of affection that had his husband squirming again. Shouta then rose up on his knees with his flushed face nuzzling itself into his hip. As if he wasn't hot with that thin sheen of sweat on his body from his punishment. The spanking that had gotten the black-haired man harder than anything as his erection curved up to rest against his stomach. Dripping shamelessly against it with a twitch that had his mouth watering at the sight of his husband's erection

Any other moment he'd be happy to suck the man off but it wasn't included in the scene. They hadn't thought to include it and he wanted to stick as close to their script as he could. Later, if Shouta asked for it, he'd happily go down on this man if he needed just one more orgasm. His breaths came shakily from the vigorous motions from their spanking as sweat glistened faintly on his own skin in a light sheen. A bead of sweat running down his own flushed cheek as he slid his hand in another caress over wild black curls.

It was fucking hot as he stood there looking down at this man who seemed five seconds away from falling apart on him. Seconds from unraveling into a damn puddle at his feet all from a few hits to his ass. His thighs. Giving his husband exactly what he wanted and how he wanted it tonight. Everything going exactly according to their plan that they laid out in meticulous detail together. Sliding his hand over the wild black curls, he crooned down at the black-haired man who nuzzled at his hip again with hands coming up to hold onto his thigh.

Nails dragging over the glossy leather with a tremble to them that had him scratching at the black-haired man's scalp. God, he loves nights like these. Loves, loves, loves them. There was nothing better than knowing he had his husband's complete submission. That he could do anything as long as it gave them both pleasure. If it was something they had both agreed on beforehand. Taking care of his husband in such a vulnerable state was his number one priority each time they went into a scene and he loves it.

Scratching at his husband's scalp, he twisted his fingers into black locks to tip his husband's head back slightly. His cheek pressed to his thigh when wet lashes trembled before lifting up to reveal those glossy, bottomless eyes. He could drown in those dark eyes of his. He wanted to go over their plan just one more time. To make sure that his husband remembered his outs; his tells and their system. "How are you doing, kitten? Can you tell Daddy your color? Can you do that for me right now?"

The quiet sound of a whimper cutting off in his husband's throat. Shaking, uneven breaths being taken. The foggy, bottomless appearance to Shouta's eyes as they turned to look up at him with full lips parting where they then trembled before the black-haired man was smiling slightly with that dream quality. With messy black locks brushing at flushed cheeks as stray tears clung onto wet black lashes. "Green! 'm so greeen, Daddy, I promise! I-I can keep going, so please? Please?"

A shiver ran down his back at the pleading mewl to his husband's voice. Cresting up with a crack to it as that faced pushed itself into his hip when he slid his hand along his wild curls with a soft hum. Combing his fingers through to scratch at his husband's head gently had Shouta shivering. His breaths racing against the sliver of his exposed hip had it feeling hot. Warm. He needed another check in; just to go over the ground rules for the black-haired man. "Good! Now, tell me our color system again."

"Gr-Green is good, yellow is unsure and red to stop!"

"And what's our safe-word?"

"Em-Emerald!"

"Good boy!" A shudder ran the black-haired man when he squirmed as he sat back on his heels with a whimper when he lightly tapped the cane against his boot rhythmically. He felt utterly breathless when those dark eyes locked on him. His breaths came shakily when he reached out to drag the tip of his cane along the black-haired man's upper back lightly. "And tell me, what are you going to do for Daddy tonight? Why did I spank you? Because you were bad, right? What are you going to be now?"

"Good!" Shouta squirmed then when he arched up higher as if to press his head into his hand when trembling hands squeezed at his thigh tightly. As if the black-haired man had to hold onto him to keep from flying away. From melting into a puddle at his feet right then and there. Fuck, his husband was absolutely perfect. He couldn't get enough of him in their BDSM scenes; each one more memorable than the last. "I-I have to be a good boy for Daddy tonight! An-And I will! I will, Daddy!"

"Oh, I know you will be, but I think you might still have some of that brat left in you, don't you?" Oh, the light that flared in those bottomless eyes had him absolutely shuddering when he slid the tip of his cane down the center of his husband's back coaxing it to arch. When his husband squirmed with hands tightening their holds on his leg. "You want to be a good boy for Daddy, right? Well, I think you need to earn it! I think you need to prove it to me, kitten, that you're sorry for your bratty behavior!"

"Ho-How do I do that?" Clueless. A perfect pitch that his husband had used in their roleplay and God if it didn't hit perfectly. If it didn't have his crotch aching with his chest fluttering on a shaking inhale with those eyes on him. Admiring the way those lashes stuck together from the few tears during his spanking. Fuck. He was itching to get through this; to touch Shouta. Not yet. He had to get through it first to give them both the full experience they wanted. "How do I do that, Da-Daddy?"

"To make up for your inexcusable, bratty attitude you've been giving me lately, you are going to lick my boots. You are going to lick them until they shine, kitten, you hear me? You are going to lick them, laces and all, until I deem it good enough, got it?" A shudder ran over the black-haired man with that flare of heat to his gaze as he squirmed again. He combed his fingers through his hair to scratch gently at his scalp when full lips parted with a shaking exhale. "You understand me, kitten?"

Oh, he was so fucking pretty. He couldn't stop gawking down at his husband who had a cheek pressed to his hip to look up at him with those bottomless eyes. He could see the faint tear tracks on his red cheeks from the few tears earlier along with the clammy sheen of sweat on his forehead. Thin wisps of black hair clinging in vain to his forehead that he pushed away gently. Shouta licked his lips before taking another shuddering inhale when hands tightened on him. "I-I understand, Daddy! I'll pr-prove it!"

"Good. Now, why don't you get to work, yeah? The sooner you finish your punishment, the sooner that you'll get your reward!" It had eyes sparkling up at him when he shifted to take a step back with his husband clinging briefly before letting go. Allowing him to sit on the bed when he pointed a booted foot up with dark eyes flicking down to it. "Now, get to work. Make Daddy's boots shine."

Shouta seemed to snap out of it as he crawled forward when he looked over his shoulder. Reaching behind him, he tugged the lube and condoms closer to him within reaching distance. To grab it when he was ready. And with a flicker of hesitance, he then grabbed the flogger before turning back to his flushed husband. The black-haired man's gaze focused on the paddle with such intensity it had his trapped erection twitching. He crossed his legs lazily to bob his booted foot lightly until hands came up to grab at his boot.

There was a moment of hesitation when his husband glanced at the boot before looking up to the flogger. It had been the request of his husband's that if he didn't do something "right" that he use the flogger on his upper back. To make him do it repeatedly if he did it "wrong". It was an exciting premise in their planning when Shouta admitted that small want to him. He bounced his foot lazily in his grasp when the black-haired man's mouth opened up with a shaking breath being taken by his husband.

He'd made sure before they did this that his boots were clean. As clean as they could be on the carpeted floor. And he watched with fascination as Shouta pressed pecking kisses at the toes of his boot. Trailing them up over the top of his boot up to his laces. Tugging playfully at them with his teeth, he watched with that riveted fascination as the black-haired man kissed at his booted foot. Soft kisses no doubt left little wet marks behind due to his damp lips. Faint lip marks that had him biting at his lip.

A flicker of that determination made itself known in his husband's gaze when his booted foot was brought up to a better angle. Kisses fluttered over the leather as he squeezed at the handle of his flogger out of sheer instinct. Watching when Shouta came up to nip then tug at the laces with the threat of pulling it apart with his teeth. There was something so unbelievably arousing about having his husband on his knees like this. Having him kneeling before him with that deep blush smothered over his cheeks.

His golden heart lock swung against his throat. How submissive the normally gruff man looked. It was a sight, a look, that he adored more than anything on his husband. All night he'd been gawking at this man when he'd been giving his spankings. The cane whips to the back of his thighs and inner thighs. He'd have to remember to rub ointment on the welts so his husband can sleep comfortably tonight. He blinked at the shuddering breath being taken below him when his husband's tongue was pressing to his boot.

Licking his way up only to stop below his laces. A long, shining line left behind from that lick when Shouta dipped his head back down to slide his tongue over the toes of his boot. Licking at the leather with his tongue tracing along the top of his rubber soles lightly. Then he was lapping upwards over the leather with small droplets running down from the excess saliva of that lick, but the black-haired man was powering through. Lapping over the leather leaving it shining as the hand holding his foot tipped it up at an angle.

One that allowed his husband to lap at him comfortably. The drag of his tongue was silent but it was riveting. Watching his husband so openly lick at his boots as he ran his tongue over the top of his boot again, again, again until small droplets were running down it to the sides. His husband lapped up over his laces at the tongue of his boot beneath it. Then he was dipping his head to the side to lap along the side of his boot on the left. Coming back up, his husband slid his tongue across the top of his boot then to the right side of it.

Leaving a glistening line behind as the black-haired man dipped his head down to target his heel the best he could. To keep from pricking himself on the spikes before coming forward. Already his boot was dripping when his husband lapped his tongue over the wet leather before coming up to lap over his laces again before taking the bow and knot into his mouth. Sucking at the laces with black lashes fluttering looking up to him. Fuck, this was something no one could say they could have the pleasure of having.

That they could tear down Shouta Aizawa until he was flushed, wriggling mess. Whimpering and melting at their feet like this. To do whatever he had to get what he wanted no matter how humiliating. How degrading. To have the trust he had for his husband to melt away like this. To lick his damn boots without a question on why he wanted to do it. It had his trapped erection twitching with that ache spearing through him making his breath hitch. Throbbed with that insistence that enough was enough.

It was uncomfortable keeping it tightly compressed the way it was by the leather of his pants. Yet his hands made not a move to free it. Not when his brain was sending frazzling commands to keep his eyes on Shouta. The black leather glistening as droplets of saliva rolled down from that shameless drooling. It shouldn't be getting him so hot but it fucking was. Oh, the sight of his husband happily going along with such a degrading sight was the hottest fucking thing. He couldn't stop himself from gawking,

Riveted to the sight of his husband lapping at his boot like that. Sucking on the laces to soak them through as dark eyes seared up at him. He was absolutely riveted to the sight of his husband sitting there on his knees where he caught the faint peek at the welts left on his inner thighs. Puffy. It had his breath catching in his throat as he admired the way the top half of his boot was glistening with a few drops sliding down only to drip off the edge of his boot. Absolutely soaked from his husband targeting the same areas.

An excess of saliva to gather on the slick surface. His husband suckled at his ties before letting them go where they drooped, dripping with the saliva that had been soaked into the material. Dripping. Shouta then dipped his head down to follow a few of those small stray droplets eagerly as he slid his tongue along the sides of his boot again. Coating it in a new layer of saliva as he twisted his leg to follow along with the light pulls of his husband's hands. Moving his foot to allow for that access as his hips twitched slightly in his spot.

That ache twisting low in his stomach was howling as it wrapped around his lower half like a vice grip. It had his trapped erection throbbing beneath the tight leather of his pants as that heat raked under his skin. Howling at him to do something about it already. Normally they'd be fucking by this point after his husband's spanking, and it was damn near intolerable sitting there with his erection hidden away. Twitching in a frenzy as drops of pre-come soaked into his boxers which merely added to the soaked patch.

A shameless dripping that had him squirming slightly in his pot when Shouta tipped his leg up to get at the head again. Doing his best to keep from nicking or hitting his face off of the sharp spikes lining the back of it. And then his husband was sliding forward with his tongue slipping over the slick leather where he lapped over his toes again. Black lashes fluttered as glassy, bottomless eyes burned up at him sending a shudder tingling down his back. God, it was a fucking sight to see his husband in position like this.

To watch Shouta, give his boot a devotion that was blasting him out of the water. He didn't think that his husband would be so devoted to the boot licking, but it seemed to be working out in his favor. With his boot dripping with his husband's saliva, fingers came up to grab at his foot only to slip over the slick leather. And he was left awed when Shouta lapped his tongue over the sole of his boot. He watched his husband lap his tongue over the grooves of that sole. Taking his time with it before he came down to the heel once more.

Lapping at it until he caught a few drops dripping off the edge of it. There was a look of determination in that glassy gaze. It had him swallowing a sound clawing at his throat when fingers dug into the slick boot. Another of those long licks were given from the bottom up to the toes of the sole. God, he was so happy he kept his boots clean. That he'd had the foresight to scrub his boots down tonight in the favor of having his husband lick at them, but he was in awe. Stunned at the dedication his husband was giving.

They hadn't talked about whether he was to do the whole boot with soles included but his husband seemed to take that choice. To make it without saying a damn thing which left him in awe. It was fucking hot. It shouldn't be so ridiculously hot the way it was but fuck him it was. His eyes were riveted to the glistening of his boot under the dim lighting. Locked to the sight of Shouta lapping his tongue over the toes of it before moving up. Targeting that area below the laces of his boot once more as he seemed all too delighted to do it.

To coat his boot with saliva as he watched a few droplets roll down from the excess amount. It was far too much yet he couldn't think of a word to breath about it. To tell his husband to cut back on that dedication. Even if he could, he didn't want to. It was mesmerizing to watch it when he knew that a boot can't taste good. Couldn't. Yet Shouta was lapping at him as excitedly as he would his erection. Like he had that night when they tried "eating" off one another. He was lapping at him with such determination.

Shouta had that same lust and hunger in that glassy gaze. It had his stomach flipping with that heat fanning under his skin with each line given over the soaked leather. Watching as Shouta targeted the sides of his boot. Right along the soles before hands tugged at him forcing his foot up. Moving back like with the other to get to the back of his boot. To target the heel of it. Avoiding those spikes as he closed his mouth to swallow only for him to adjust his grip. God, it should be disgusting how slick his boot was.

Glistening when fingers slipped over it slickly but it wasn't. God, it fucking wasn't. And then that tongue was dragging up the sole of his boot. Following the sides, the grooves, and God knows what else. Lapping at the rubber of his sole as if determined to get every nook. Every groove and dip the sole had to have. Lapping at him so intently it had him half convinced it somehow tasted good. Shouta seemed to convey it to be. He was lapping, tonguing, at the bottom of his boot like it was a sweet treat he couldn't get enough of.

That he was determined to get every last bit of. It had him wheezing out a breath with that awe twisting into his chest as Shouta lapped at the sole. He noticed a drop of saliva dripping off of his head from the excess saliva. It had him burning up, up, up watching his husband lick at his boot like it was something delicious. Going above and beyond to show him how he wanted to be good for him. The bottom half and top half of his boot were absolutely soaked in saliva that had it glistening in the dim lighting of their bedroom.

A slick sheen that had his lips parting slightly with awe at how dedicated his husband was to soaking his boot through with saliva. The black-haired man's fingers slipped over the leather when his foot was then being dropped down to the carpet where saliva would no doubt soak into it. He then lifted his right leg up to curve over the left with hands reaching up to hold his foot when he stretched it out. Watching his husband flutter over the tips of toe of his boot with a confidence rather than hesitantly as he had been with the first.

Kisses were placed up over the top when he then moved up to nip at the strings again. Tugging at them with his teeth before dipping his head down. Watching as his husband's tongue lapped over the toes of his boot before making his way up below the laces. Leaving behind a slick line that glistened with small drops racing down the sides of his boot. His husband lapped his tongue over those small droplets before making his way up. Watching as the black-haired man dove into lapping at the upper half of his boot.

Leaving slick lines behind as his stomach flipped with that impatience as his breath trembled quickly. The urge to hurry his husband along when his hips squirmed down against the bed with his trapped erection howling to be let out. That he should do something to ease some of that discomfort that he was more than happy to ignore. His boxers felt absolutely soaked from the shameless drops of pre-come. Dripping when he'd gotten hard half way through the spanking with Shouta and consistently dripping.

Just like the black-haired man's erection. It had him shuddering as he watched his husband coat the upper half of his right boot with his saliva. Small and large drops rolling down the leather as his husband came down to begin working on the lower half of his boot. Swiping across the toes before coming up to the laces where the bow was sucked into his husband's mouth. It was damn near deafening the quiet suckling of his husband's mouth soaking his laces through with lashes trembling on red cheeks.

God, he fucking loves this man. It was far too much yet he couldn't think of a word to breath about it. To tell his husband to cut back on that dedication. Even if he could, he didn't want to. It was mesmerizing to watch it when he knew that a boot can't taste good. Couldn't. Yet Shouta was lapping at him as excitedly as he would his erection.

It had his stomach flipping with that heat fanning under his skin with each line given over the soaked leather. Watching as Shouta targeted the sides of his boot. Right along the soles before hands tugged at him forcing his foot up. His husband lapped over the leather, along the sides right above the tops of his rubber soles, before coming forward to lap over the arch of his boot. The glistening saliva had his breath catching in his throat at the sheer determination while the black-haired man licked at his boot.

Swirling his tongue and lapping at him when hands came up to hold onto his slick boot where fingers slipped over it. He watched droplets rolling down over the slick leather when his foot was tipped upwards with black lashes trembling before lifting up. Locking onto him with that hunger. That lust. As if he were tempted to act out in that brattish manner again but swallowed it down in favor of tipping his booted foot backwards. And dipping his head down, he watched Shouta press his tongue to the heel of his boot.

Then he was coming back up to lap his way up the sole. Repeating the same actions as he had with his left boot as he licked at the rubber of his sole as if determined to get every nook. Every groove and dip the sole had to have just as he had with the other. Hands clutched at his boot to keep his foot lifted up as the black-haired man lapped at his sole. It was so fucking good. His erection throbbed in its trapped position as his hands twitched with that urge to give it something. Any bit of attention but he refused.

An outer pressure to soothe that manic throbbing but he refused to move an inch out of turn as he watched his husband lapping at the rubber sole giddily. There was a confidence that was ripping through with each lap over his rubber sole. As if the black-haired man were trying to get every tiny groove on it when he lapped his tongue along the side of his sole. A slick mess from the blatant drooling when his husband closed his mouth to swallow before opening his mouth again with a long lick up the rubber sole of his boot.

Up to his toes where they slid across that slick leather. Absolutely shining with the slick saliva as his husband's lips twitched into a small grin when he lapped at the rubber sole again before he curved up to lick up his husband's boot to the tongue of it. Over his laces leaving them wet in their wake. The absolute determination to coat his boot was aweing. It had him hot, hot, hot. How could one man be so submissive and look so damn sexy at the same time? How could his husband look so damn good like that?

How could he look so fucking sexy as he lapped at his boots? It had his erection twitching as it tried to strain against his fly only to find no resistance. Held tightly down with an ache that had him groaning under his breath with fingers twitching. Itching to unbutton and unzip his fly to give himself a little relief. Just a little. But he wouldn't; not until he had the black-haired man in his lap. Watching drops slip down the slick surface of his boot, he could hear the shaking breaths being taken by his husband.

He couldn't help noticing the squirm of his husband's hips then when the man whimpered. A cagey side to side movement as lashes fluttered with those glassy eyes flicking up to him. Whining when lips pressed a kiss to the slick leather before his foot was placed down onto the floor. A hitching breath being taken by his husband with that hope once again flickering over his flushed face with hand coming up to cling to his knees. Nails dragging over the material of his leather when he spread his legs open wide.

Wide, wide, wide as he could with hips arching forward when his husband's hands shot up. Grabbing at his fly with fingers shaking as they struggled to get the button ripped apart. Once it popped open, he noticed a thin dribble of saliva running down his husband's chin when fingers reached in to pinch the small zipper of his fly. It was ripped down quickly, tearing a groan out of him at the relief as his erection strained out against his fly. He turned to throw the flogger further back onto the bed when he reached next to him.

Grabbing the condom behind him which he lifted up to hold between his teeth. Grabbing the lube, he popped the cap when he felt fingers tugging his boxers down. And ohhh, if that relief didn't have another, louder groan flying out of him when his erection sprung up to rest against his stomach. Throbbing when he felt lips press to the underside of it lightly before pulling back when he squeezed a dollop on his fingers. Reaching down to rub it over his piercings, he was all too aware of the dark eyes watching his movements.

Rubbing a thin layer over them, he then reached up to rip the condom open. Spitting a thin strip out, he dipped his fingers into the wrapper to grab at the slippery ring within that he pulled out to then press to the head of his erection. Rolling it down while being mindful of working it over his piercings, he tugged it into place down near the base. He then picked the lube up again to drizzle a palmful into his palm before reaching to grab at his erection. Sliding his hand over it with a slick squelch that had his heart skipping.

Had his husband's breaths racing as he sat back on his heels with fingers curling against his thighs. Nails raking over skin that left soft red lines behind as the black-haired man watched his twisting, curving hand as he spread the lube over it. Lube dripped over his fingers, along his condom, when he pulled his slick hand away before holding his dry hand out to his husband who took it. Standing on shaking legs, he tugged at his husband's hand gently to coax him to turn. The black-haired man seemed to understand.

The black-haired man then spun to put his back to him and fuck if it didn't have his erection twitching against his stomach at the sight. The image of his husband's ass, still a mottled mess of red marks, with the imprinted "slut" on his skin covering his ass had his heart pounding. The welts on the back of his thighs puffing up with their red, angry appearance from the cane earlier that curved inwards to his inner thighs. The few marks on his upper back from the flogger hidden beneath black curls of hair that spilled down it.

Hiding it from view when he slid his hands up to grab at his husband's waist pulling him back. Just enough to bend slightly forward when he slid his hands over his lower back down to his ass. Pulling him apart, he hummed at the newest plug to their collection; one he'd bought on a whim with the new paddle. A shiny, brilliant purple jewel in the shape of a diamond winked at him in the low light as he reached in to grab at the end. Tugging it gently with a spasm of that stretched hole around it as he eased it back and forth.

Tugging until it was popping out of his husband with a slick squelch when he watched the black-haired man's hole twitch. A whine leaving his husband when he placed the plug on the bed behind them with a light toss. He then grabbed his erection to hold away from his stomach as he tugged at his husband's waist with the other. Bringing his legs together with Shouta's spread on either side of his as he tugged at him. Coaxing him to come down, down, down until the head of his erection pressed against that twitching hole.

His husband whined out again with hips rolling slightly to grind against the head of his erection. Moving instinctively when he pulled at his husband's waist, forcing him to press down firmly against him. He didn't want to tease. He didn't want to torment either of them a second longer. It got him riled up to see the brilliant red of his husband's ass. That word imprinted into his skin that would fade eventually. He felt his husband pressing down against him with a hissing breath being taken when it didn't take much to get that give.

Not much at all. Ohhh, it had him moaning in unison with his husband when he began to sink down on him slickly. Watching that twitching hole spread around him as he slid in, in, in to the heat that clenched tightly around him. Moaning when he slowed Shouta ever so slightly near his piercings to ease them in. Moaning when the black-haired man was bottoming out in his lap with inner walls clamping down tightly around him. Squeezing around his erection with such strength it threatened to make him drool.

God, the heat was soaking into him when his husband squirmed in his lap with a moan bursting out of the man. He could feel the light tremble to his husband's legs as he let his knees fall open forcing Shouta's to spread over his when he pressed kisses to the black-haired man's back. Soft kisses that had inner walls trembling around him as hands reached down to grab at his wrists with nails biting into the skin lightly. Holding onto him as he kneaded at his waist in firm squeezes that had his husband shuddering.

Squirming slightly again with a whimper when he felt hips rolling down before holding still again. Waiting for his go ahead. Waiting for him to say the word for him to move and God if that wasn't fucking hot. Holding him down tightly in his lap when his husband shuddered with a keening moan ripping out of him was deafening when his head fell back. Pressing back to his shoulder much to his light as he bit at his lip. Kneading at Shouta's waist as he braced his feet apart before grinding against the black-haired man.

It was all the silent encouragement his husband needed for him to begin following along with his grinding. A shudder as his back arched slightly from his back with his head pressing against his shoulder. Hands slid up from his wrists to hold onto his forearms with nails dragging over them. Moaning lowly in his throat, he ground himself up in tight circles against his husband was a damn pleasure. One that had the heat flashing then raking along the underside of his skin with its sizzling heat that boiled his very blood.

Pooling into his stomach with each fluttering spasm of those inner walls around him. God, it was hot. Shouta was so hot, hot, hot. Inside and out. He was feverish against him as shaking pants were taken with hips grinding down fervently against him. Lazy figure eights that he quickly found himself following along with that had his husband moaning encouragingly. A needy sound that had him squeezing at his waist as hands tightened on his forearms. He moved his right hand from its place on Shouta's waist.

He then swept them up towards his chest to fan his fingers out through the wiry black curls covering his husband's chest when he scratched lightly at him. Sliding his hand over blindly until he brushed his palm over a hardened nipple had his husband squirming against him. Whining when he began to brush his palm up and down over his nipple to get the black-haired man's breath hitching. Thighs tensing against when his husband changes that lazy speed to something urgent. Something faster than the previous one.

Something faster as he moved his hips to follow those figure eight movements. They were frantic in their eagerness, which he was more than delighted to follow along with. He brushed his palm over his nipple again. Ending it with trailing fingers over the hardened thing before bringing them together to pinch at it. Ohh, it had inner walls clenching tightly around him with a trembling whine leaving his husband. And he couldn't help but whine out himself at the strength of those stretched muscles with a shudder.

Fuck, Shouta's had that plug inside of him all damn day at his own insistence and he still felt fucking tight. So tight it had him groaning lowly in his throat when muscles spasmed and clenched around him when his erection dared to twitch inside of him. He ground himself up fervently against his husband with that light squelch ringing out intermittently. Fuck him, he couldn't get enough of his husband. Each time they came together for a scene, it seemed like it got better every time. Each scene hotter than the last.

His husband slipping faster into that submissive state of his. Trusting him so implicitly to carry them along through the scene was a turn on like nothing fucking else. Pinching sharply at his husband's hardened nipple had the man squirming against his chest with a gasp. Twisting idly back and forth at the hardened thing between his fingers, he squirmed as he ground himself up against his husband. Tight figure eights that had that light, rhythmic squelching ringing out intermittently when he tugged at his husband's nipple.

Tearing another of those keening moans out of him. So loud next to his hearing aid but he'd be damned if he told his husband to be quieter. He shuddered at the familiar tremble of inner walls when he tugged at his husband's nipple once again sharply before letting it go. Flicking at it ruthlessly before sliding his hand down his chest towards his stomach. Muscles quivering beneath his touch when hips jumped up when he skirted his fingers around that slick wet patch of pre-come. Muscles quivering beneath his finger tips.

Along the side of his husband's erection to hold onto his hip instead when he slid his other hand from his waist to his tattooed hip. He then squeezed at the black-haired man's moving hips when he used his hold on his moving hips to lift his husband up then pulling him back down. A shallow bounce that had him moaning when inner walls clamped down tightly around him. Squeezing him for all their damn worth it seemed as he giddily lifted the man up then yanked him back down. Jerking him down into his lap.

The black-haired man moaned at him with hands tightening their holds on his forearms with that slick squelch ringing out. It was strangely thrilling to pull this man up then drop him down in his lap in shallow bounces. Lifting, dropping, lifting, dropping. He felt curls brushing at his jaw and ear as his husband pressed his head back to his shoulder before he felt legs tensing in their draped position over his. Tensing up with an obvious push off as his husband began to bounce himself in accordance to his lift and drop.

It had hair tickling at his feverish skin, but he didn't care one bit. Only that his husband was moving; bouncing himself shallowly on him. Fuck, he was aching. Dying to pound himself up into that constricting heat but he'd let the black-haired man have his fun first. It was, after all, a reward. He just didn't know how long the black-haired man and himself were expected to last. God knows that the spanking had riled them both up and lapping at his boots like that? It was the hottest fucking thing all night.

His erection was throbbing lightly with inner walls clamping down when it dared to twitch. Melting him to his core as his husband bounced himself shallowly. A squelch ringing out when he bottomed out to which he happily took the initiative to slide his hands up over his husband's stomach. Along his waist. Sweeping up to his chest where he squeezed at it tearing a moan from the black-haired man as he began to bounce himself faster. Inching up past that shallow depth as he groaned before dipping his head forward.

A hand lifting up to coax his hair away from his neck. Kissing softly at the exposed skin around that leather collar which his husband shuddered in his arms as he bounced himself so quick, quick, quick. Clenching tightly around him with all the strength he dared to get him groaning into his shoulder as he trailed kisses down to it. Nipping playfully before kissing at the back of his shoulder as hands tightened on his forearms. Clinging onto him when he squeezed at his husband's chest again before lifting his hands up.

Brush his palms over his hardened nipples lightly. Bringing his palms up to brush over then then trailing his fingers over them on the downward stroke. It had his husband squirming in his arms with a whimper when he then rubbed the pads of his fingers over his areolas. Shuddering at the rhythmic squelching of his husband's bouncing curls brushed at his shoulder. Fuck, it was so goddamn good. The build up only to get the reward was just as much for Shouta as it was for himself. A treat for him as well.

Moaning into the black-haired man's shoulder hat him moaning back ecstatically. Enthusiastically. It was a sound to send shivers down his back when he rubbed at his husband's areolas before bringing his fingers in to pinch at his nipples sharply tearing a reedy whine out of the black-haired man. And he couldn't stop himself from groaning lowly at the way that bouncing sped up impossibly fast. The upwards lifts lengthening themselves subtly but he could feel it when his husband began abandoning that shallow depth.

Inching past it slowly but surely as his husband groaned at him. God, he couldn't get enough of it. Couldn't get enough of that tight heat wrapped around him squeezing him for all their damn worth. A testament on how worked up his husband had to be. Fuck, it had him moaning into the side of his neck earning him a slight arch of his husband's back. The vibrations no doubt doing their work as the black-haired man shuddered with hips jerking up and down. Working himself into a proper frenzied state as he clung to him.

Moaning in unison with such volume he could hear the tremble to their conjoined voices as he twisted idly side to side with a firm pinch to his husband's nipples as he listened to the racing breaths being taken by the both of them. The squelches of the rubber and lube rubbing together with each of his husband's drops. The shake to his husband's legs and he couldn't help but wonder if his thighs ached. If those welts burned like he always claimed, they did. If his ass was tender from the careful spanking.

God, he wanted to spank his thighs up just to see that word imprinted on his pale skin all over. Fuck, it was hotter than he'd thought it'd be, and he was determined to get a picture of it if his husband allowed it. It was hot. So fucking hot! His husband was damn sexy tonight. The perfect little thing all night long, taking every bit of his punishment, and allowing him to do this with him. Putting that trust into him. It was more meaningful than anything and he couldn't get enough of knowing how much of it he had.

He moaned into his husband's shoulder before nipping playfully at it earning himself another reedy whine. Fuck, those inner walls were clenching tight, tight, tight around him with a heat to get his mouth watering with the threat of drooling. He couldn't get enough of this man. He tugged sharply at his nipples with a harder pinch to get his husband whimpering shrilly at him with that silent encouragement. He tugged at them again before twisting idly side to side earning himself a shudder from the black-haired man.

Bouncing himself fast, fast, fast with black curls brushing his shoulder; spilling down his upper back much like his own hair and God it was good. He clung to the black-haired man with a keening moan ripping out of him when he got a hard squeeze in response to a twitch of his erection. It had his thighs tensing with hips twitching as his husband began to swing himself up higher with that confidence he'd displayed seconds ago. As if he were falling into the rhythm of their usual bedroom roles outside of BDSM.

He could only imagine how that lock was swaying against his throat. The gold gleaming against the soft red of his skin. He could feel his own skin pricking with sweat forming along it as his erection throbbed erratically with that pleasure pooling into his stomach as he pinched harder at his husband's nipples. Tearing a cry out of the man as he jolted in his arms when he tugged sharply with hips squirming before slamming down hard. A hit that had him bouncing lightly with bed that had them moaning out in unison once again.

His own clawing up in volume when he nipped at the side of his neck teasingly right above his collar. Ohhh, how he wished he could mark up his throat with hickeys. With bite marks. How he fucking wished. He instead trailed his lips back down to nip at his shoulder. Panting in racing, uneven hitches to mirror his husband's who began to drop down harder. Swinging up, up, up then slamming down into his lap with that new strength to get him moaning when inner walls spasmed and clenched tightly around him.

God, his husband was eating him up and he had not a clue. He'd bend over backwards any time just to have him. He'd do anything for this man. His hips squirmed as the black-haired man slammed down into his lap with a groan when he released his hard pinch on his nipples to flick at them. It had his husband moaning at him encouragingly when he slid his hands to squeeze at his chest again. A hard squeeze before scratching his nails through the curls of black hair as he held onto Shouta as he bounced himself.

Fucking himself on him like he was a damn toy. It had him groaning in that snapping pitch when he kissed at his husband's shoulder before leaning back slightly to cover his upper back in kisses. Prompting his husband's head to lift from his shoulder only to fall forward with black curls swaying lightly against his upper back. So long it was now, and he absolutely adores it. He panted raggedly as he kissed at his slick upper back that was breaking out in a sheen of clammy sweat. A bead of sweat smearing beneath his lips.

Black curls tickling his face as he kissed at his pale skin, along the lines left from the flogger. He slid his hands down from his chest down to waist to yank him down harder with his upwards swings. He could feel himself bouncing lightly with the bed and he absolutely fucking loves it. He'd let Shouta fuck himself on him for hours. Days. He'd give anything to merely be inside of his husband as long as he could. He kissed at his upper back when he yanked his husband down hard into his lap with each upwards swing given.

Higher, higher, higher until he could feel his piercings slipping in and out of the black-haired man. It had him moaning out delightedly at the black-haired man who released a throaty moan of that same delight. Ringing unmistakably in his tone as he bounced himself fast, fast, fast. So fucking fast like he truly was lost in his own head. Like he was losing himself in that foggy subspace of his as he caught the light jingling clack of his lock swinging against his throat. Hitting off the loops it connected together.

God, it had him hot. So hot, so hot, so hot. From the second he saw "slut" imprinted on his husband's ass, he'd been hot. From the second he slid that collar on him, he'd been hot. He loves their scenes. When they could lose hours of their night without anything overcomplicating it as they lost themselves to their roles. Where domination and submission had its place in their sex life. Where those roles were blatantly clear when in their usual sex, his husband was the perfect power bottom. The perfect active participant.

BDSM truly opened a door he hadn't been expecting to fall into when he'd sworn, he never cared about dominating his husband. Never cared about Shouta showing submission. He didn't need his sex life to look like one of those shitty erotica novels he got ads for occasionally on his TikTok. But BDSM allowed them to lose themselves in the roles given and he adores it. He loves to see that trust in foggy dark eyes. The silly, delirious smile that always crept on his husband's face when he was holding him up against the wall.

Anything to keep his shaking legs from giving out and he was soaping him up as he took care of him afterwards. When his husband handed himself over without a second thought. It was the trust of it all that got him off like nothing else could. He yanked at his husband forcing him down harder with a slick squelch that had hips squirming against his lap before lifting up again as Shouta lifted himself up. Fuck! He moaned when inner walls contracted tightly around him as his husband bounced faster.

So damn fast as he slammed himself down with slick squelches ringing out from the excess lube and rubber. Fuck, he was melting. He was burning hot, hot, hot wondering how he wasn't reaching that peak. Wasn't coming yet. With everything he'd figured he'd blow early. But he was surprised with his own stamina as he clung to his husband's waist as he bounced himself. Huffing against his upper back before kissing him up to the back of his shoulder when his husband whimpered at him. Did his ass feel sore?

Was it agony to drop down like that after receiving twenty hits between both cheeks? He'd never played with a higher number yet but God if he didn't want too. He bit down on his spot behind his husband's shoulder tearing a cry out of the man. He sucked fervently at his spot when his husband's bounces stuttered before slamming down hard. Grinding frantically in his lap with rasping pants being taken by the both of them as he suckled at the skin.

Digging his teeth in just enough as his husband began to rock his hips tightly back and forth against him. He knew bouncing was hard to do when he was working a hickey into his skin but fuck if he didn't want him to move again. If the throbbing of his erection didn't feel damn insufferable the longer his husband stayed still. The longer those inner walls clutched so good around him. Sucking harshly at his spot with his teeth digging in had his husband whimpering before him in that keening, crackling pitch.

Sucking at his husband's skin before popping off, he lapped his tongue over the indentations of his teeth. And he used his grasp on his waist to tug his husband up, up, up until he felt one, two, three piercings popping out before slamming him down. A hard drop that had black locks flying around his shoulders. Around his face no doubt. Ohhh, what he'd give to turn him around. To watch the black curls, fly around that flushed face as lashes trembled as dark eyes struggled to stay open. To keep from rolling back.

To watch his mouth, drop open as his brows squeezed together with that look of determination as he rode him. Like he had to focus as he fucked himself on his cock. Focus on fucking him. It had him moaning when Shouta began to lift himself up and down in that wild bouncing again much to his delight. God, the things he'd do just to have this every fucking day. To be able to fuck this man into the bed then make love to him until he was a sobbing mess beneath him. He'd give anything to be able too.

He panted as he threw his head back on a howl when inner walls clamped down tight. Hard. Squeezing him so fucking good he bucked up in a sharp thrust that nudged his husband up lightly tearing a wail out of him. And he happily began to actively to pull his husband down into his lap. Listening to the rasping, huffing pants being taken by the both of them. The squelches of the condom and lube rubbing together with that tight clench. The back of throat sounds that barely made it out of them.

The light squeak of a spring behind him, beneath him, he had not a clue. The footboard beneath him groaning quietly from the weight being pushed onto it. He groaned out with each hard drop down into his lap that had black locks swaying and bouncing against his upper back. Fucking himself on him with a renewed vigor that had him moaning encouragingly at his husband who moaned back enthusiastically. With such delight it had him shuddering as he clung onto his waist to lift and drag him down giddily.

He moaned at that tight squeeze as his husband bounced himself wildly. Riding him so fucking good it had him absolutely breathless. Huffing in gasps when he felt hands clutching at his forearms tightly with nails raking over his skin leaving burning lines behind. Ohhh, he loves it. Loves, loves, loves it. Shouta moaned in that keening pitch at him with inner walls clenching tightly around him. God, he fucking loves this man. Sliding his hand up to his husband's side, he fanned his hand over his chest to squeeze him back

his back hit his chest again when his husband turned his head. And he met that foggy gaze; lost. Utterly, completely gone. His husband was sinking into the layers of his subspace. Lost in his own head like he thought him to be. Ah hand lifted form his forearm with his husband grunting when that arm was slid around his shoulders to hold him close. A whimper leaving the black-haired man as that golden lock swayed against his throat when he leaned in. Flying forward to crush his lips to those full ones for a kiss bursting with that lust.

That hunger. His lips slid quickly against those soft full ones that were so damn plush against his when his husband bounced himself quickly. Dropping down hard, hard, hard to get him bouncing with the bed as lips slide against his. Melting to mold and curve for that perfect fit against his own. Filling the gaps his thinner lips couldn't hope too fast, rasping pants fanned over his cheek identical to his own. The sharp smack of their moving lips was deafening, much like that slick squelching of those hard drops.

God, he had to be a dripping mess against his stomach. Making a mess out of himself. While he'd love nothing more than to establish that dominance on him again, to demand he didn't come before he said so, he didn't want to. This was meant to be a reward. This was meant to be the good thing after his husband took his punishments without so much as a protest against what he'd asked for. He didn't have it in him to stop an orgasm in its tracks. To even think of preventing his husband from coming.

He didn't talk about it often with Nemuri but God if everything wasn't the same coin; he enjoyed the same punishments he laid for his husband. Enjoyed the rewards he gave his husband for listening. He huffed as he let Shouta bounce in his lap wildly as fingers twisted into a lock of hair when that hand lifted. Hesitating before cupping the back of his head as he hummed in approval. Lips crushed themselves to his which he happily returned without so much as a second thought. Without a drop of hesitation.

He could feel thighs twitching against his while they flexed with the push off on the floor to aid in his bouncing. The brush of black curls against his skin as Shouta's warm lips slid fervently against his. Kissing him with such passion it left him truly breathless. He clung to Shouta's waist and chest; clutching the man to his chest with those hard drops tearing moans out of the both of them. Fuck him, he was so hot. Hot, hot, hot. How damn hot can one man get without bursting into flames? Without disintegrating?

And he could feel the feverish heat radiating off of his husband as their sweaty skin slid and slipped against one another. He felt a bead of sweat run down the side of his face with that raking lust shrieking for more, more, more. To bury himself in the black-haired man again, again, again the second a bit of him slipped out of him. Out of the tight heat throbbing, contracting, squeezing him so fucking good. So fucking hot. Tight. He was drowning under that pleasure pooling into his stomach as he held onto the bouncing man.

Moaning in that deafening volume to get items rattling around their bedroom as Shouta snapped his hips up and down. Sharp thrusts down that had him moaning encouragingly, ecstatically, at his husband. He moved his lips in fervent, passionate kisses that were returned to him without a drop of hesitation while the black-haired man clung to him. Squeezing a fistful of his hair in that shaking fist that pressed lightly against the back of his head. And he happily slid his hand along Shouta's waist forward to feel along his hip.

Dropping down to his pelvis where wiry, chaotic black hairs tickled at the tips of his fingers when he wrapped them around his husband's erection. Fuck, he felt so hard. Thick in his hand. Groaning at the black-haired man who damn near mewled at him with hips jumping forward eagerly. Thrusting into his hand, he squeezed at the throbbing thing before moving his hand to stroke him in time with his wild bouncing. Curving his hand in that idle twist the way that his husband liked when he swiped his fingers over the dripping head.

God, it was fucking wet. He groaned out again as he slid his hand down to stroke him fast, fast, fast with the man rocking himself. Jerking his hips down then thrusting shamelessly into his hand before lifting himself back up. Bouncing with thrusts into his hand had his own hips twitching to move. To snap into that tight heat of his but he couldn't. Not in this position. If he was to change it, then it should've been in the beginning; not now that his husband was clinging onto him for what felt like dear life.

Like he was his only anchor to keep him from flying out of his damn body. The hand on his forearm clawed at him while the hand in his hair clutched tightly at him. He moaned at that pull on his scalp, the sparks it sent down his back, when he broke from the kiss when Shouta lapped his tongue over his lips. A shameless display as the man let out another of those mewling whines. Fuck. Him. God, how had the man not come yet? He'd been hard for God knows how long and he was still holding it off?

Bouncing himself on his erection with such wild abandon it had him wondering how the black-haired man hadn't tipped over yet. Was he waiting for permission? Was he waiting to hear him say it was, okay? Fuck, that thick erection in his grasp was throbbing with hitching, shaking pants fanning over his wet lips when he found himself throwing his head back on a howl at that tight clench. Oh, oh, it had his toes curling in his boots that slid over the carpet with legs shaking. Threatening to spill Shouta out of his lap.

The man remained upright but it had him moaning back when his back arched. Squeezing at the throbbing erection in his hand as he stroked fast, fast, fast with a curve upwards towards the head just like Shouta liked it. Swiping his fingers over that dripping hand as he choked his wail off when he heard a pop behind him. The tinkle of glass falling onto wood of the bedside table. Fuck. He happily ignored it when he opened his mouth again on a gasp before flying forward to crush his lips to Shouta's.

Feeling his mouth opening up as he moved his tongue in an overeager movement that had his piercing clicking off of teeth. Twisting his tongue with Shouta's as full lips pressed themselves firmly to his. Rubbing, sliding, twisting. Playful flicks and nudges to his piercing with that wild bouncing had him moaning into the kiss as he stroked Shouta. God, what more would it take? Or would his husband remain stubborn? Would he remain holding out until he gave hat permission? How long before he was begging for it?

How long until he had that deep voice climbing up as it mewled at him to let him come? Until he was whimpering, pleading, for him to let it happen? How long could Shouta hold off? It had him moaning at the thought as he rubbed his tongue to Shouta's who moaned back at him with that ecstatic delight. Hips snapped up and down as he stroked that thick erection in his hand; harder than fucking anything. Stroking him in time with that fast bouncing had his husband's moaning growing in volume.

Higher. Louder. It had him delighting in rubbing his tongue against his when he felt the tip of his tongue targeting his piercing. He undulated his tongue up to rub the bottom ball of his piercing against the top of his tongue. God, he could let this man go to town on him like this every night. He'd happily let himself be used up by his husband if it's what got him off. If it gave him that pleasure he felt pooling into his own stomach like a pressure going nowhere but up. A damn pressure that had him groaning throatily.

He itching to flip this man over onto his stomach and pound him like he wants too but he refuses. Can't. Won't. This is his husband's reward. His gift for being so good. It had his own head spinning as he massaged his tongue to Shouta's who flicked at his with the hand shaking against the back of his head. Hips thrusting into his hand shamelessly as drops of pre-come dripped down faster than he could swipe them away. A damn mess over his hand. God, he loves this. Loves Shouta so goddamn much.

He could feel the changing in his husband's breathing as it fanned over his cheek; the way it raced. Changed to a new sense of fast. It had his own pants shaking with excitement when he felt that stirring flutter burning into a spark in his lower stomach. Promising that the end was coming whether he liked it or not. That the end of this scene was closing in on them and he couldn't help but want more. To draw it out longer a bit more but he knew it was useless. Especially with how worked up the both of them were.

He could feel a droplet welling in the corner of his mouth as he twisted his tongue with Shouta's. Rubbing against his when he gave a playful flick followed by a swirl that had his piercing hitting off of teeth with a deafening click. It had his husband groaning as the arm around his shoulders tightened. Holding him closer. He happily tightened his own arm around Shouta to clutch him to his chest. Refusing for even an inch of space between them as that spring squeaked quietly beneath them. Rhythmically.

Much like the light rattle of the footboard beneath them. The bounce of the bed. He could live in this moment forever. He wanted too. But there would be another night and there would be another scene. He clutched Shouta to him when he felt the black-haired man flick his tongue at him once more before breaking the kiss. Gasping breaths being taken when his lashes lifted up and his gaze locked down on that swaying lock. Like a pendulum that bounced and swayed against his husband's throat.

If there was anything he could say about that lock it was that he wished to get it engraved. Something on the back. Something for them. It had him huffing out as he lifted his gaze up to find that dark gaze on him; pleading with him silently. Begging, begging, begging him silently to let him come. He could fucking hear that plea. Hear the words of that begging chant of please, please, please but that wasn't good enough for him. Not tonight. He wanted to hear it. He wanted to hear that deep voice telling him what he wanted.

He wanted to tease his husband a little more before they got over that edge that was rapidly approaching as that spark twisted sharply. His orgasm clawing its way up, up, up with a steadily building pressure in his lower stomach. It had him all too eager to chase after that knotting orgasm in him. Clawing himself up that mountain with each sharp drop into his lap from his husband. With each fluttering squeeze of his husband's inner walls around his erection when it so much as dared to twitch inside of him.

"Te-Tell me, kitten, how good you feel! Tell Da-Daddy how much you lo-love his cock! Mmm! Nnnnn, fuck! Ah, ah! Te-Tell me how much you lo-love havin' Daddy's big fucking cock in your tight ass! Tell me ho-how much you love having me in you! I know I-I love it! Co-Could fuck you all damn night! Fu-Fuck you into this bed! 'gainst the wall! In the sho-shower! I ca-can't get enough of you, kitten! Oh! Ohhh, fuck yeah! Yes! God, fucking, yes! Ah, ah, ah! Fu-Fuck me! Fuck me, fuck me so goooood, kitten!"

"Go-God I fu-fucking love it! Lo-Love havin' Daddy's cock in me! So ha-haaard! Fi-Filling me up so fucking gooood! I lo-love havin' your hands on me! Touching me! I ca-can't get enough! I ne-need yo so bad! Ne-Need Daddy to fuck me all night! I-I need you in me! Want you in me all ni-night! Fu-Fuck me til my legs are shaking! Mmmm! Oh, oh! Ah! Hnnnn I ne-need you! I wa-want you to spank me! Lea-Leave bruises on me! I want you to fuck me in-into the bed! Please! Gimme your co-cock all night!"

God. Fuck. Him. He moaned at the black-haired man's slurred moan of a cry as that arm tightened around his shoulders. Inner walls clamping down tight around his throbbing erection tearing a snapping growl out of him when he tightened his hold on his erection as he stroked him in time with his bouncing. "Mmmm, God, fucking yes! Cho-Choke my fucking cock! Squeeze it so goooood! Ah! Nnnghnn! You wa-want Daddy's cock that bad? You want all of Da-Daddy's love? Is tha-that what my baby boy ne-needs?"

"Yessss! Yes! Please, please! I ne-need you so bad! Wa-Want all of Daddy! Need you so bad! I ca-can't! Oh! I gotta- Mmmm! Fou-Found it! Ohhh, found it!" Mewling. It was so fucking hot listening to the mewl of that deep voice when his husband gasped as he jerked and jolted with his drops. It had him burning up. "Ohhhh! Oh, ah! Ah, ah, ah! I can't! Da-Daddy, please, I go-gotta cum! Need to cum! Please? Please, please, can I? It's ri-right there! Ah! Please, le-let me cum? Please?"

There it is. That's what he was looking for as his husband whimpered as he bounced with hard slams down as he jolted and jerked in his hold. Hitting at his own prostate with each drop when that resulting pleasure had his husband clenching tight, tight, tight around him. It had him shouting at that change in pressure around his throbbing erection. God, he loves this man! "Fu-Fuck, yes! Yessss, ki-kitten, squeeze me so gooood! Mmm! Fu-Fuck! Yo-You really wanna cum? Ne-Need it that bad?"

"Yes! Yesss, please! Please, please, I'll do an-anything! Just let me cum! I wa-wanna fuck myself on your co-cock all night! Wa-Wanna feel you filling me up so goood! I-I wanna cum wi-with you, Daddy!" Gasping. Fuck, it was a treat listening to that deep voice damn near mewling at him as his nails dragged over his scalp. The underlying breathlessness to his voice when his husband writhed against his chest with a cry. "Please! Yo-You said it was a reward! Please, Daddy, let me cu-cummmm! It-It's right there, Daddy!"

Fuck, how could he deny this man anything? How could he deny his husband the one pleasure of the night? He bit his lip when his husband writhed against him again desperately as he twisted in his lap. Jerking whe he slammed down only to hit at his prostate with inner walls spasming around him. Clenching tightly. God, it had him moaning encouragingly at Shouta as he began to stroke him faster. "Th-Then what are you waiting for? Sh-Show me how much you love fucking me! Cu-Cum for Daddy!"

Ohhh, it had his husband crying out as his hips continued their snapping up and down movement. Bouncing himself fast, fast, fast with hips squirming to no doubt find his prostate again and again as he clung onto the black-haired man. Holding him to his chest as that arm tightened around his shoulder. Fingers squeezing tightly at the fistful of hair that they held giving him a sharp, consistent tug on his hair. It had him damn near drooling as he panted with those fast, gasping pants fanning over his lips.

Fast pants mingling with his own. Hot, hot, hot. It was so fucking hot. He couldn't get enough of moments like these. Couldn't get enough, enough, enough. He stroked Shouta quickly as he squeezed at that swollen erection earning himself a keening whimper that had hips bucking to thrust into his hand. Stroking him fast in time with those snapping up and down bounces of his husband's that had his legs squirming over his. His body jolting with that arm tightening around him as the hand on his forearm clawed at him.

His husband was gasping as he twisted his hand in curves up near the dripping head as he rolled his palm over it then sliding his hand down slickly. Inner walls spasmed before clenching tightly around him with a consistent, growing pressure to get him moaning. Dancing closer, closer, closer to that edge at that fucking squeeze wrapped around him like that. The heat burning under his skin howling for its insistence for satisfaction. To be put to rest already. He didn't know how he hadn't burst into flames yet.

How he hadn't become a pile of ashes at this man's feet. He huffed in his pants raggedly with hitches as his hips squirmed with that urge to snap up. To meet the snapping up and down bouncing his husband was using only to be held still as he didn't want to move an inch. Didn't want to ruin the rhythm that his husband had established and maintained. He could die right now the happiest man. Die the happiest he'd ever fucking be. He stroked that throbbing erection when nails raked over his forearm again.

A cry flying out of him when he ground his fingers slickly into the slit. Rubbing at the dripping thing in tight circles before sliding his hand back down to resume his frantic stroking. Loving the keening moans, it got him from his husband was jerking, jolting, and twisting in his hold with hips dropping down hard. Hard, hard, hard. Half formed, puffs of words left his husband who was squirming actively in his hold with hips becoming a touch clumsy but God if he didn't love it. If he couldn't get enough of this man.

If the feeling of his husband's established rhythm didn't become sloppy. Changing with his eagerness to chase after that orgasm. An orgasm that was knotting tighter, tighter, tighter in his lower stomach with each throbbing squeeze of his husband's inner walls. Pulling at him as if willing him to come now, now, now. It had him moaning as he let his head fall back when lips pressed to the side of his face. Along his jaw as his husband's pants raced against his sweaty skin with legs shaking in their draped position over his.

Squirming. It was right there! Right there, there, there coming at him with each hard drop into his lap. Each slick squelch ringing out of the lube and condom rubbing together as the black-haired man tightened around him. A heat that soaked into him as his erection twitched. Throbbed. It was damn near enough to bring him to tears at the nearing of that orgasm. Panting raggedly as his husband began to stiffen against him; subtly but he could feel it. Inner walls clamped down tighter, tighter, tighter around him.

His husband gasped in when he was crying out again when he squeezed at the throbbing erection in his grasp. Stroking him fast, fast, fast as nails bit into his forearm. The arm around his shoulder tightening with nails clawing at his scalp tearing a shout out of him as his hips twitched. His thighs shaking as they began to tense up on him with that pleasure pooling into his stomach. He was right there, right there, right there! And there was absolutely nothing he could do to stop it. Nothing he could do to draw this out a little more.

Not when his husband was riding him like his fucking life depended on it. Fucking himself on him like he was a damn toy. Like he was Shouta's absolute, number one favorite toy. It had him moaning at the thought when he felt his stomach flexing slightly with muscles trembling in preparation when the inner walls were squeezing tight. Choking his damn erection as his husband threw his head back with a wail. Shaking thighs draped over his tremble as they tensed up with that hand tightening on him.

The arm around him suddenly displaying that strength to clutch him against the squirming man. He stroked fast, fast, fast as that erection damn near pulsed in his hand with the force of that orgasm ripping over the black-haired man. Shouting out a slurred wail of half formed words; husky. Half distinguishable but it had him moaning to hear that deep voice slurring out his chant of Daddy, Hizashi, baby, over and over. Over, over, over, over. And he was jolting with the pressure of that twitching hole squeezing around him.

Squeezing him for all its worth as Shouta slammed down in his lap. His hips writhing in his lap, but it wasn't needed. He didn't need a bit more when his own thighs were tensing up with that rushing tingle racing up them as his stomach tensed when that heat exploded into his stomach. And he was howling as his eyes rolled back on him before he squeezed them shut with nails clawing at him. The white-hot heat slamming over him to drown him. Squeezing him through a damn wringer as his world melted.

Draining down into that burning, sizzling point where nothing mattered but the orgasm rushing over him. No one, nothing, mattering more than the black-haired man squirming, tensing and stiffening in his lap. A world where nothing mattered but Shouta, Shouta, Shouta who was coming with him. A world where nothing but feeling good with him mattered. He strangled his howl down when his husband whimpered at him in discomfort. It became a strangled, croaking sound as he clung onto the black-haired man.

Holding onto him just as fervently as Shouta clung to him. Squeezing at the pulsing erection in his grasp as his own twitched within that heat. Throbbing, throbbing, throbbing. White-hot waves choking, drowning, swallowing him fucking whole. Leaving not a bit of him undevoured. Choking, choking, choking. Drowning. A white-hot space that felt insufferable in its eternity. It was so good, so good, so fucking good! Oh, it had him moaning in that choked pitch as he twitched and stiffened through each damn pulse being given.

Each spurt leaving him as inner walls contracted and throbbed around him as if encouraging another spurt to leave him. Another throb. Another twitch. It was so hot, so hot, so hot. He could feel a bead of sweat slipping down the side of his face. Down his cheek as his mouth hung open with that croak of a moan leaving him. He felt a hot dribble running over the backs of his fingers when his husband was slumping into his chest. A shaking exhale rushing out of him only to inhale far too fast when it rushed out on a tremble.

Shaking against him with a breathless, husky whimper leaving him. God he was choking under those slamming waves of his orgasm, but it had him whimpering huskily back at the black-haired man. Nails scratched comfortingly at him when his orgasm finally rushed out of him as intensely as it had slammed over him. Choked and drowned him. It ebbed out of him with raking nails under his skin when he let out a shuddering exhale. Gasping in another breath as he leaned his head forward against his husband's shoulder.

Panting in the absence of that choking white-hot heat. That blazing heat that had been burning under his skin before it as Shouta slumped into his chest with fingers scratching weakly at his head with the hand on his forearm letting go. Sliding over it in a caress as he released his tight hold on the twitching, softening erection in his grasp. He let out another breath before sliding his hand down his husband's chest to join the hand down by his waist. Sliding them over his shaking thighs when he pressed a kiss to his shoulder.

Then another. Another, another, another kiss that trailed up the side of his neck over his collar. Up beneath his jaw before moving up to kiss at the edge of it when his husband's full lips began to press against his forehead. The arch of his eyebrow. Soft, fluttering kisses being given as he tipped his face up to kiss that sweaty, flushed face to which he got kisses back. Along his cheeks. The tip of his nose. The bridge where the smattering of his freckles was darkest. Down his cheeks to his jaw in chaste kisses.

The side of his face, the arch of his eyebrow, his forehead. Soft kisses that he was desperate to place on that red face when his husband's hips squirmed slightly as inner walls fluttered around him. Spasms like an aftershock from his orgasm had him whimpering at the overstimulation of it to which he slid his hands up his husbands shaking thighs. Coming up to grab at his hips which he lifted up slowly with his husband whimpering in protest yet didn't make a move to fight against him. To stop him from doing so.

He slipped out of Shouta with a slick squelch when he sighed out as he coaxed Shouta to sit on the bed next to him. He stood up on shaking legs as he reached down with trembling fingers to work the condom off of himself carefully to keep from dropping or spilling the slick thing. Shouta wouldn't forgive him easily if he spilled it everywhere. He worked it up then lifted it up to begin tying it off with a grunt with the slick rubber squelched. The slick rubber snapping at his shaking fingers annoyingly.

Waddling around the bed with the slick thing in hand as it snapped at his fingers again, he managed to tie off the filled thing which he chucked into the trash. He grabbed at the back of wipes to begin wiping his hand and softening dick off before tossing them away. Tucking himself away while he left his pants unbuttoned because they'd be coming off soon. He kicked at his boots until they thudded over the floor where they thudded across the floor one at a time. Sighing once he had them kicked off.

He then scooped up the water bottle he had on the bedside table before waddling his way back around the bed to his husband who watched him. That dreamy, euphoric look to dark eyes had them looking glassy. Bottomless. He unscrewed the cap of the water bottle with a crack before sitting on the bed where he brought the mouth of it up. Pressing it against Shouta's bottom lip when his mouth opened up and he sipped at the water. Using his free hand, he stroked the wild locks away from his flushed face.

Shouta gulped at his sips of water with black lashes fluttering when he pulled the bottle away. Wiping at a dribble that made its way down his hot cheek. Capping the bottle, he leaned forward to place it on the floor when hands reached out to him. And he happily adjusted his position before tugging his husband up to a sitting position and he pulled at him gently. Coaxing him onto his lap with little resistance as that golden lock swayed against his throat. Lips began peppering over the side of his face, his cheek, and temple.

And he happily turned his head to return soft kisses. Showering that red faces in kisses as he slid a hand along his husband's thigh gently while making sure to avoid the back and inner area. A giggle burst out of him when Shouta kissed his chin, the tip of his nose, to which he leaned in to nuzzle his nose to Shouta's. Loving the chuckle, it got him from the black-haired man who tightened his arms around his shoulders. Curling up slightly in his lap as he cuddled into his hold. Curling into his chest with a quiet husky hum.

He slid arm around his lower back to keep him in his lap comfortably while he slid his left hand along his thigh. A gentle up and down as he nuzzled the tip of his nose to Shouta's in that gentle side to side action. Rubbing against it with another giggle leaving him when his husband began to tug gently at a lock of hair. Twirling it around his fingers when he kneaded at the shaking thigh gently. Was it uncomfortable? He knew it would be when they get in the shower as it was always over sensitive as he'd come to learn.

He'd make sure to rub that Vitamin E lotion into them to keep them from flaring up too bad. He pulled back from that nuzzle when he began covering that flushed face in soft kisses again. His cheek. His nose, the side of his face, his cheekbone, the arch of his eyebrow. His forehead. Along his jaw. They were kisses returned to him as he slid his hand along his husband's thigh soothingly while fingers continued to twirl his hair. Gentle tugs that had him smiling when Shouta finally tucked his head down beneath his chin.

That hot face nuzzled itself into his throat. Curling into his hold, he squeezed Shouta to his chest as he nuzzled at wild black curls then kissed at the top of his head. Sliding his right hand along his waist, he kneaded gently at him when he got a husky hum from his husband. He nuzzled black curls once again before turning his head to rub his cheek to the top of his husband's head. Holding him close, close, close as he felt the man actively cuddle into him. Arms tightening around him to hold him close.

Shaking pants were taken by the both of them. Black curls rustled by his fast breaths as he rubbed his cheek against his head again. Humming in that hoarse pitch, he kneaded at his thigh and waist when he found himself rocking slightly back and forth. Crooning softly at his husband as he listened to the light click of his lock swaying against the metal hoops as he rocked Shouta. Crooning that gentle lullaby of his that had his husband melting in his arms as fingers continued twirling his hair absent mindedly.

He rocked idly back and forth as he slid his hand along Shouta's waist. His thigh. He got a nuzzle of that hot face into his throat as his stubble scratched at his neck. Black curls tickled his face when he then sighed out, tightening his arms around Shouta. It wasn't good to let the man sit in his lap with come on his stomach a moment longer and he wanted to take care of the welts on his inner thighs and the backs of them. To take a look at his ass to make sure that it wasn't bruising despite how careful he'd been with his strength.

He slid his hand from his waist to come up where he coaxed Shouta's hair over his shoulder and hopefully out of his face when he touched his collar lightly. Siding his fingers along the leather when he reached down to flick lightly against his husband's lock causing it to sway. Tugging gently at it with a light click that had those shaking pants hitching against his throat. Pulling his hand away, he squeezed Shouta to his chest as he resumed his idle back and forth rock when he kissed at his head softly with a wordless coo.

"Ho-How are you feeling, kitten? Ok-Okay?" He got a tight nod against his neck with a dreamy, husky hum leaving the black-haired man. He chuckled when he then kissed his head gently while he continued his gentle rocking. "We ne-need to take this off, kitten, and get you cl-cleaned up. You wa-wanna come take a sh-shower with Daddy? Le-Let me get you all cleaned up and get so-some lotion on those pretty thi-thighs of yours, yeah?"

"Ca-Can I-?" His husband paused to clear the hoarseness out of his voice when a shuddering breath was taken as he felt Shouta's sweaty forehead press against the side of his neck. Arms tightening around him with fingers tugging gently at the lock of hair he held. He would wait all night for that answer. He'd let Shouta take as long as he needed to gather his words together; he knew how hard it was for him to focus after a scene. "Ca-Can I put it back on after? Please? I-I wanna we-wear my collar a lil' lo-longer."

Smiling into black locks, he kissed at his husband's head again when he then shifted forward to the edge of the bed. He pushed up with Shouta yelping as he stiffened in his arms as he shifted his left arm to curl underneath his knees as he heaved the man up into his arms. The key to his collar swung against his chest lightly when he kissed at the tip of Shouta's nose. "Alright! Wh-Whatever my good boy wants to-tonight, he gets! Now le-lets go get you in the shower! An-And then we can cu-cuddle and watch a movie!"

Black lashes fluttered when a soft, sweet smile curled over his husband's lips. A smile that he absolutely adored. His aftercare was just as important as their scene; there was a routine to it that he was dedicated to following. It was perhaps the most vulnerable his husband would be and as he squeezed him to his chest? Shouta shifted before moving his head down to rest on his shoulder with fingers tugging at a lock of hair with that sweet smile. "It so-sounds good to me. I lo-love you, Daddy."

"I lo-love you too, kitten! Mo-More than anything in the world."