"And with that, I want you all to keep in mind that finals will be coming up so please make sure you study! Tests will be handed back on Friday and make sure to read pages twenty-five and twenty-six! Source materials on those pages will be included in written finals! If you need me or need extra help my email is on the student and teacher portals online so, feel free to give me a shout! I'm always open for extra credit as well if anyone is looking for a boost! Now shoo! You're all free to go! Class dismissed!"
The scraps of chairs being pushed back, and jingling zippers rang out as binders and books were shoved into backpacks. Humming under his breath, he tapped the stack of papers on the surface of his podium before sliding a paper clip on them. Turning to make his way from the podium, he made his way over to the small desk in the corner of his room where his half opened laptop sat upon it with his bag hanging open. Sliding the papers into his bag, he walked around the desk to gently snap his laptop shut.
Listening to the deafening cacophony of chair legs screeched over linoleum tiles with the tap of shoes moving over the floor. . Flipping his bag to face him, he let his gaze flicker up when the door to his classroom was opened allowing the din of voices from the hallway to enter the room. He let his gaze drop as he slid his laptop in beneath the papers awkwardly before bending down. Tugging his charger out of its place in the wall, he wadded it up then slid it into the bag before reaching for the metal zipper to tug at.
Zipping it shut as his students slipped out of the room, he opened his top drawer for his key ring with both house and car keys jingling cheerfully on it. Reaching in for his phone and wallet, he slid his wallet into his coat pocket while powering on his phone. Closing up the bag, he couldn't help that spark of excitement when he grabbed at the strap. His phone glowed up at him as he slid the strap of his bag up onto his padded shoulder. Thumping against his thigh when he glanced over as the last of his students slipped out.
Sliding his keys into his pocket, he scooped his phone up as he walked around his desk to his chalkboard. Picking up an eraser, he began to move it over the board to make it easier for cleaning tomorrow before class. Erasing the writing on it, he made sure to leave the test dates and homework dates up in the corner. Making quick work on the rest of the board when his phone suddenly pinged his hand. Putting the eraser down, he lifted his phone up where he found a text from his son waiting for him to read.
Explaining he had study group tonight which meant he'd either be home later or crash at the dorms. He tapped the eraser down into the metal tray, he spun on his feet as he put a pep to his step as he made his way across his classroom. The din of the hallway filled with voices had lessened with a majority of the students having either left or headed off to the dorms. With a few stragglers remaining in the hallways, he slid his door shut before walking down the hallway as he typed out a reply to Hitoshi.
Grinning at the rather huffy reply, he shoved his phone into his pocket as he listened to the strike of his rubber soles on the linoleum tiles. Making his way to his husband's classroom, he felt a flutter in his stomach as he bit at his inner cheek. All week long he'd gotten fleeting looks at his husband. Passing moments of affection where the black-haired man would hall him into an empty room. Hands on his cheeks and lips targeting his nose in pecking kisses. Lips coming down on his with the affection he felt starved of.
Moments in the elevator where he got to pin Shouta in the corner with lips attacking the black-haired man's face until his cheeks were turning pink. Stolen moments with brushing hands being more than enough to get him through. Late nights spent at the kitchen table with on and off texting with his husband had been the worst. But it was worth it. To tie up his loose ends, his plans, and covering his bases before they could even begin the official countdown of their anniversary. To make sure everything was ready.
He wanted nothing more than to make it special and if that meant working his ass off then so be it. But the sight of that sparkle to Shouta's gaze? The way fingers fit through with his in the few moments he took in the black-haired man's room after hours? The soft kisses he received as he was pushed up against the chalkboard? When he had Shouta tucked in his lap in the staff room after everyone else was gone? Soft, tender kisses that left him electrified? Moments to shower that stubble covered face in kisses until it was turning pink?
It was the dream. It was enough. But God knows he woke this morning absolutely bouncing on his feet as he hurried about to get everything ready for the day ahead. For Shouta's homecoming as he did any other Thursday since his husband chose to spend three nights away. And yet despite their hectic schedules, he was more than happy to have a few weeks to breathe. To be excited about their anniversary looming ahead rather than the frustration at being unable to see his husband longer than a few moments.
Longer than few stolen seconds that left him thrumming from head to toe. He wanted nothing more than to scoop Shouta up in his arms and make time for his husband but there wasn't much he could do. Not when there were things that needed to be done. When he knew how Shouta felt about dropping their duties in order to have fun with something else. With each other. It's the reason his husband refused to take "breaks" while they were at home and grading. Why he refused to humor "coming back" to something important.
However, today he was more than excited to see the end of their hectic work week. A week into June, he was ready to get over it. Rather than vibrating with that impatience for a moment alone, he was filled with excitement instead. Tying up loose ends for their anniversary, he was absolutely giddy at the ideas he had for the night. How to work up to it properly. And knowing his husband's secretive calls and playful remarks he knew the black-haired man had something up his sleeve. His husband had something good.
Grinning to himself, he put a pep to his step when his husband's door came into view, to which he happily held onto the wall beside it. Using a tight hold that he used to swing himself into the open doorway. Beaming at the sight of his husband at his own small desk with his laptop bag being heaved up onto his shoulder. That bright yellow sleeping bag tucked under his arms with black brows raising at him expectantly. Already the pallid man seemed to have some color in him from the constant exposure to sunlight.
Not quite as pale as he had been in the summer, but he had a glow to him that was noticeable. Much different than the puffy appearance he'd had for those few weeks in spring when his allergies had flared up. Bouncing on his toes with that wide smile, his husband squinted at him before he caught the twitch to the corners of his mouth. A subtle twitch but it had him beaming at the black-haired man who seemed to give in with a tight grin at him. Shouta made his way across the room with strikes of rubber soles against the floor.
He quickly stepped back out of his doorway into the hallway where he noted a few gaggles of students rushing for stairwells. His husband stepped out into the hallway with the door grinding shut behind him and then he was in motion. Speed-walking down the hallway when he fell into step beside him as he took a deep breath then let it out on a rush. Now or never. He knew it wasn't a conversation for school, but he might as well, shouldn't he? Casting a glance over his shoulder at the distance between them.
At the quickly moving group of students heading towards a different stairwell. It had him humming out with the sound bouncing in the silence of the staircase as the thumps of their shoes rang out. He couldn't deny the flutter to his stomach at how close his husband was inching towards him. An inch or two between them that had his heart skipping in his chest. He knew Shouta might disapprove, he might as start the conversation now, right? Clearing his throat as they rushed towards the stairs, he turned his head toward him.
"So! I was looking at the list the other day! And I wanted to say that I made my choice about it!" Brows again raised at him with that silent look that implored him for more details to which he beamed at the black-haired man. "Have you ever heard of cupping? It's a weird kinda thing and basically, you can do it with a candle and cup or a suction cup with a pump! It's supposed to be relaxing and arousing in one go, you know?"
"You know, I love it when you don't let me guess and just babble like that. I appreciate you answering your own question with an explanation." The quiet amusement in his husband's voice had him grinning widely when they hit the entry way of the stair case. The black-haired man's hand brushing his lightly as they rushed with those long strides towards the stairs. "I'm guessing, however, if you've chosen it then that's what you'd like to do? You're all in on it then?"
"You know, you say that in the tone like you're calling me cute or something!" The black-haired man smirked at him wickedly in that Totoro-esque manner once they hit the stairs. "But yeah! I actually ran out and looked for the easiest option and picked something up at the store yesterday! So, it's waiting at home for us! It's really simple and the both of us can easily do it on one another! If you're interested in that?"
The sound of boots on the stairs was deafening as he held onto his railing while Shouta held onto the other one. Flying down the first flight of stairs, his husband turned towards him with a sigh leaving him when the bag of his strap was adjusted slightly when the black-haired man reached out to poke his cheek. "Let's play it by ear, yeah? I've had a long day, and I don't think I have the energy for sex at the moment. It could or couldn't change but let's just see, okay?"
"That is more than fine, baby!" Pausing before the second stair case, he reached out to catch the black-haired man's hand which he used to tug him closer. Pressing a kiss to that pink cheek, he then gave a nuzzle that had his husband humming out softly. "We'll play it by ear, but you know that with or without sex, I have fun with you regardless of when we do something off the list, right? But we'll play it by ear! That's more than fair for you after the past couple of weeks! Now, you wanna get a coffee on the way home?"
"Well, I'm certainly not going to say no to that. Let's go, yeah?"
"Yeah!"
Afternoons typically went by in the blink of an eye on Thursdays. It was filled with his husband spending half an hour spending and showering love on their cats who all seemed to appear on the bed the second his husband was laid out on it. All swarming to curl into his back and arms with their chirruping meows and purrs. It was only after Shouta "familiarized" himself with said cats did the man come out to take his place on the couch with him. Where he'd spend minutes inching closer until he was yanking the man in his arms.
When he got those small bursts of snickers and cackles similar to giggles that would break out. To shower his face in kisses as he wrapped his arms around his husband's waist as he held him in his lap. Kissing at his throat and cheek until it was turning pink much to his delight as the man wiggled and squirmed. An hour to themselves where he happily pressed his lips to those full ones as hands tangled into his hair to hold him close. Doing so until Eri was running through the front door squealing for Shouta.
Then the two of them would rush for the backyard to push her on the swing set they'd recently bought her. The play set up that she seemed to adore more than anything rather than taking her down to the park every afternoon. Running about the backyard until he inevitably stepped outside to join them, giving Shouta time to get dinner started if need be. Spending time with their daughter in the fading afternoon lighting as her squeals and shrieks of laughter filling the air. Until the seven-year-old was begging to go back inside.
It was there that she then was attached to Shouta's hip. Arms wrapped around his thigh as her head nuzzled into his hip while she stood on his foot allowing him to move about the kitchen. Where he happily sat himself up on the counter to watch his husband cooking with that playful atmosphere wrapping around them. Doing so until dinner was sat on the table and the three of them were sitting down together to begin eating. From there the rest of their afternoon melted into movie or show watching after dinner.
Doing so until Eri was slumping into Shouta's chest as her lashes struggled to stay up to which he took her upstairs to walk through her bedtime routine. Something he was more than delighted to do as she allowed herself to be pampered before he was making sure she was tucked in tightly. When she was hugging the cat plushie that had once been Shouta's to her chest with lashes drooping towards pink cheeks. And of course, running into Hitoshi and Denki who came home after a "study group" session.
A moment where awkward pleasantries were made before both teens proceeded to shut themselves in his son's room while he shouted that there was left overs for them if they were hungry. He'd been thrumming -damn near buzzing- in his own skin that put a bounce to his step as he rushed downstairs. A circuit that had plagued him since he sat in the car to drive them home. From the time they left the parking lot at the school to getting their usual drinks from the closest coffee shop he'd been unbearably excited.
Hopeful they could do something, but he had not a problem if his husband didn't want to have sex. Thursdays was rare for sex given how tired his husband could be but that didn't mean they couldn't do something. That he couldn't get Shouta off at a different time and different way. He didn't hold his breath about sex; it was wrong to assume and demand it from his tired husband. It was as his mothers' always said; sex wasn't sex if it was whined for. If the other was pressured into saying yes. That wasn't sex.
That wasn't making love with his husband. And so, after getting Eri tucked away, he'd come down to Shouta rinsing off dishes and placing them in the dishwasher. After kissing at that pink cheek as he slid his arms around his waist he'd swayed idly while his husband loaded the dishwasher. It was only when his husband protested playfully that he had broken away to get the laundry started. Walking through the house to make sure all doors and windows were locked and shut when he'd come back to the kitchen to Shouta.
Hands out stretched for his which he happily gave to him. A busy afternoon seemed to have worn his husband down when he let himself be tugged to the bedroom. He could understand that after the past five weeks of hectic energy his husband would be tired. That after constantly going, going, going would wear anyone down. Always working, patrolling, and hunting down villains while taking care of their teaching responsibilities by day. The needs and care required for both of their children to be happy and content.
Even if one child just so happened to be a teenager who was self-sufficient. The frantic sex they were trying to squeeze in on top of it all when that desire became insufferable. He didn't blame his husband for being tired whatsoever after the hectic month of theirs. It was perhaps why when his husband's fingers threaded with his as he was tugged towards the bathroom, he hadn't thought twice. Didn't have a moment of hesitation before he was stripping down and joining the black-haired man for a shower.
To stand under the shower head as he scrubbed at Shouta's head until black lashes drooped and he was swaying into his chest. When they came to rest on flushed cheeks when his husband melted under his hands when he scrubbed at him with the loofah. However, the last thing he expected from his tired husband was for the hands to slide along his waist when they were entering the bedroom. The lips on the back of his shoulder with fingers coaxing wet hair away from his neck where lips pressed against.
The way his husband had crawled over into his lap when he sat on the edge of their bed to begin lotioning his legs or the lips that came down on his. Not one bit of it did he expect but laying out on the bed now? Beneath his warmth his husband as lips moved against his? He didn't mind it one bit. Not at all. Letting out a sigh through his nose, he happily moved his lips with Shouta's as the heavy weight of him in his lap kept his lower half pinned down. Humming as he slid his hands along his husband's damp thighs.
Tugging playfully at the end of his towel, a sigh fanned over his cheek as arms tightened around his shoulders. Holding onto him with fingers tugging at damp locks of hair just as playfully while the warmth of their shower soaked into him from his husband. He'd been ready to accept that sex wasn't happening. Hell, he'd accepted it from the moment they met in the school. In the stairwell when his husband suggested they play it by ear. After all, there was no loss when there was something to gain and his husband made that clear.
He'd been uncertain. However, this was an absolutely amazing delightful turn of events as he moved his lips with those full ones. Listening to the quiet whisper of their lips brushing together over the soft murmur of the show he'd put on the TV before their shower. Long forgotten when they entered the bedroom again. Sliding his hands over his husband's thighs again, arms tightening around him with that light smack breaking up the whisper of their moving lips. Heat burned his cheeks from the residual heat of their shower.
But that excitement had his heart skipping. His stomach dropping with the jumping muscles beneath his hands with each caress. The warmth of his husband's damp skin against his own. He could die happy right now. It was the perfect end to a long, hectic day. A hectic month. Sliding his hands up towards his husband's waist to twist him closer with the black-haired man moving with him to sink further into his lap. A tremble to the breaths fanning over his hot cheek when he felt a playful tug on his hair.
It was no doubt twirled around his husband's fingers. Sliding his hands back towards his husband's lower back, he then swept them in a caress up his back that had the black-haired man arching towards him. Humming out softly, he got a squirm from his husband when a hand came up to cup the back of his head. Scratching gently at him when he slid his left hand into the black curls where he tugged gently at them. Air drying always left them frizzy and dried out but he didn't mind it at all. Not tonight anyhow.
They slid damply against his fingers and the back of his hand when he scratched at his husband's scalp gently. Cupping the back of his head as he moved his lips with Shouta's. Admiring the way those full lips molded to shape and curve against his own. Sliding slowly against his with that firm touch. How they filled up the spaces his own thinner lips couldn't and God if the heat from shower didn't have them feeling soft. Moisturized for once from the little Chapstick he'd pushed on him in the afternoon.
Melting against his with each slow slide against his as he slid his other hand down his husband's back. Earning himself a strained little hum from the black-haired man when he squirmed in his lap slightly before tightening arms around him again as nails scratched at him again. God, he loves this man. Loves it when he surprises him like this even if they were playing it by ear. He was tired from his day as well but the touch of those full lips against his had him electrified. It had him all too alert with that hope.
He rolled circles into the black-haired man's lower back where muscles trembled lightly as he kneaded at him. Working out the few knots he felt a low hum at his husband as lips slid against his. Slow. Firm. A quiet desire to it that he answered in kind with his own with each movement of his lips he felt his husband's knees digging into the bed. Legs coming together to squeeze at his waist as a hitching breath shuddered out over his cheek. If his husband had changed his mind and he wanted sex, then he'd happily give it.
He would make love to this man all night long the way he deserved to have it. For not every time had to be rushed. He didn't need to pound his husband's breaths out each time they had sex. Instead, it could be tender. Sweet. And yet if Shouta didn't want sex and all he wanted was to watch him get off? To stay off to the side of him? Well, then that was perfectly fine as well. He'd take what he could get from his husband; whatever they were both comfortable with. What they agreed on would be more than enough for him tonight.
When he'd been glancing over the list after their weekend sex, he'd been thrumming. Glowing as he threw himself into the rigorous routine this week, yet he found himself looking over the list Tuesday night. Holding the paper in his hand as he read over it when his eyes had fell on that one word. Cupping. Of course, his deep dive into it on his private browser hadn't been all that deep. Rather, he'd read quite a few articles until he understood it. Until he knew how to do it properly, understood the dos and don'ts.
Until he was confident that he could handle it. That he wouldn't over think it. Once he'd woken Wednesday morning he'd happily run out to that cute sex store that he and Shouta had been too many times. After inquiring about cupping, the workers had been all too delighted in showing him. He wanted to avoid fire use for the first time and had chosen happily to get a small set with a hand pump for them. Naturally used for puncture points, he found himself excited at the thought of using them during sex.
To have that pressure on his skin as he did what they agreed upon. It was a cute set with cups ranging in side from thin to rather large that would target spots on his back. He knew that, push come to shove, that he could use it on Shouta after rubbing his back. It was simplistic, amazingly so, and he couldn't wait to use them with his husband. Hell, if they worked the way he read they could, he couldn't help but wonder if they'd become an casual item to use for his husband's aching back. Sitting in its place within the closet.
He hadn't breathed a word about sex or about the cupping. Not a word. He didn't want his husband to feel pressured or awkward or forced to accept his request. But sitting here on the edge of the bed with lips moving with his as that light smack rang out intermittently? The warmth of Shouta in his arms? Against him? Well, he couldn't help feeling hopeful. Even if it wasn't penetrative sex, he couldn't help but hope that they could do something. Even if Shouta didn't join him on it. If he wanted to remain untouched tonight.
Moving his lips with that firm press against those plump, full ones he felt a shiver race down his back. Feeling his husband shudder in his arms when he kept rubbing firm circles into his lower back. Pausing to scratch at his husband's scalp when the black-haired man squirmed in his grasp. Squirming to curl and twist in his hold that would be entirely inappropriate in other company. He grazed his nails above the makeshift waistline of his husband's towel. A teasing brush that had breaths trembling over his cheek.
He tightened his hold on the black-haired man as he squeezed him to his chest with a hum. He could spend all night sitting on the edge of the bed with his husband's solid weight in his lap. Let those full lips slide against his slowly with all the desire in the world being poured slowly into the kiss. The quiet passion that he returned without a second thought as he slid his hand along Shouta's lower back. Following along the curve of his waist, he kept that cupped position on the back of his head. Curling then to scratch lightly at him.
That slow, tender kiss of theirs that had him absolutely melting. Just as his husband had been in their shower together moments ago. He loved the warmth soaking into him when he felt that light press of Shouta's chest to his with arms squeezing at him. Hands in his hair squeezing at their fistfuls tightly with a pull on his scalp; it sent weak sparks down his back causing it to arch slightly. A sharp exhale rushing out of him when he gave a playful yank on damp curls as he slid his right hand down along his husband's thigh.
Then he swept it back up underneath his husband's towel earning himself a hitching breath. A squirm as Shouta whined quietly then when he squeezed at his upper thigh. His husband deserved all the pampering in the world. He deserved to take a break after how hard he'd been working. They both did. It had him shuddering when he swept his hand back down his knee. So soft under his hands from their shower, he couldn't get enough of it. Tightening his grasp on black curls, he happily moved his lips with Shouta's.
And then he felt a push at him. A light, subtle push that had him leaning backwards slightly with his les tensing instinctively. And then he felt another push when he gave in to that first one and he leaned back again. Pushing. Leaning. He caught on quickly what his husband wanted when he let himself flop back as he held the black-haired man tightly to drag him with the movement. His thighs kept Shouta's legs spread as the man sprawled out over his chest with lips moving with his with a quiet heat to it.
The hands in his hair supporting his head to keep his face tipped up as he giddily kisses his husband. God, he loves it. Covered hips pinned tightly to his when he swept his hand up his husband's thigh towards his waist. Grazing his nails playfully along the makeshift waistband of his towel before dragging his nails up lightly along his back earning himself a squirm. An arch of his husband's chest pressing tightly to his. A sharp exhale fanning over his cheek with a tremble to it that had him squirming as he moved his lips with Shouta's.
The firm press of soft lips against his when he felt hips wiggling before pressing tightly to his again. He twitched, however, when his waist protested against the bunched waistlines of towels digging into him. Ignoring it, he found the urge to rock his hips up, to move out of line, or do something that could upset the man. He was content with kissing. He was content with playful touches. More than content as he listened to that light smacking becoming a consistent background sound that broke up the brushes of their moving lips.
The brushing of his palm and fingers drifting over Shouta's back with the other tightening on those black curls. Brushing softly against his hand as the damp locks began to air dry. A quiet hum left his husband, a small burst of noise, when he squeezed at his fistful of curls earning himself a shudder. There was something so, so nice about having his husband lounging over him like this. Thighs twitching to which he happily spread his out more allowing for his husband's legs to spread wider as well like he wanted.
Giving in to that quiet desire when he felt lips pressing harder to his. Moving with that slow speed, he felt heat flickering in a burst before sinking along his bones. Smoldering. He returned that harder press of his lips to Shouta's when he felt hips twitching against him. Holding onto his hair when he felt that spark of excitement when he couldn't help but hope. Was it going to go the way he hoped it would? Did this mean Shouta was in the mood for it? He didn't want to assume and take this any further.
Didn't want to enter one of those heated make-out sessions if his husband wasn't completely comfortable. He didn't want to do anything that made his husband uncomfortable. He'd said they'd play it by ear yet his husband had mentioned anything about kissing. About even hinting towards something with sex when he'd basically been swaying on his feet in the shower. So where did this change come from? What had changed before, during and after their shower? What was the change that he had missed during it all?
Or had Shouta been there when he'd met him in the kitchen? Did he already have this plan in notion of what he wanted to do but had yet to let him on the loop? He hissed in a breath when he felt hips pressing down firmly to rock against him shallowly when he used his hand in his hair to pull gently. Coaxing Shouta out of the kiss with a smack when the black-haired man whined and lips came down on his. Once, twice, three, and four short kisses that rang out with sharp smacks as full lips came down on his eagerly.
A fifth was given that was mad with the attempted deepening when he pulled away from the kiss with a smack as he took a breath. Used his hold on black locks to pull Shouta away as he opened his eyes to look up at his husband. He was so, so happy he'd been able to put his hearing aids in once he'd dried off enough. Before Shouta took his place in his lap when he climbed into it once he'd sat on the edge of the bed. So glad. Swallowing, he slid his hand out of the black locks then brought both his hands down to his back.
Sliding up and down it in a soothing caress when he met those dark eyes despite the blurry view past him of the ceiling, he had a clear view of that flushed face. Red from the shower or the heat building between them? He rolled soothing circles into his husband's back when he took a deep breath then let it out. He'd love nothing more than to get carried away but he couldn't. Not when Shouta made his boundaries earlier very clear. When he knew how his husband felt earlier and God knows he wouldn't start disrespecting him now.
"Shouta, baby, I thought we were going to play it by ear, yeah?" A look of confusion pinched at his husband's flushed face when the man nodded silently. Was he missing something? He wasn't going to say no but he didn't want his husband feeling obligated to do anything sexual tonight. "Well, then I need you to keep me in the loop! I mean, if you want to make love tonight, tell me, okay? I can't know what's going on if you don't tell me, you know! So, tell me, do you want sex tonight? What do you want?"
"I don't-" His husband hesitated before pulling his hands out of his hair. Pushing down on the bed causing it to dip on either side of his shoulders, Shouta pushed himself up when he swore that blush deepened before his very eyes. "I don't think I want, um, penetrative sex. Not tonight, I don't really have the energy for it? But I want you. And I-I don't know exactly what I want for myself but I'm willing to try out your cupping tonight, you know? And I-I'd like to eat you out? If that's okay?"
His face burned with a wave of heat when he felt Shouta squirm on top of him as he continued that gentle up and down with his hands along the black-haired man's back. "That is more than okay! I've told you before that we don't always need to have penetrative sex, you know? Especially when we've both been exhausted the past week and you've got some low energy tonight so it's okay! Anything is more than enough for me! I just wanted to check in, you know? I don't want to do something that spooks you off."
"No, you're fine! I-I did kinda sprung this on you without saying anything or letting you know where I was at." Pausing, his husband fidgeted when dark eyes darted away from him. Shy. It never failed to get his stomach dropping with that crushing squeeze of adoration when he reached up to touch his red cheek. Skimming over his cheek bone where he traced his scar as eyes darted back down to him. "So, then you're okay with that? With the cupping and-?"
"Eating me out? Absolutely! I'm more than okay with that, baby, you know that!" Cupping that red cheek, he slid his thumb over his cheekbone when he felt Shouta's face tipping into his hand with a nuzzle that sent a spark up his arm. His skipping heart sprinting against his chest when he smiled up at him. "Let me get the cups and stuff then we can worry about everything in time, yeah? Now that I know where you're at, we can continue, okay?"
His husband took a slow even breath before nodding down at him when he pulled his hand as he tapped at his shoulder. Prompting Shouta to sit up again allowing him to also sit up when his husband squirmed. Grunting under his breath as he did so when his husband shuffled back off of his lap. Standing up with that same shyness to him when he pushed himself up to his feet where he happily rushed around the corner of the bed. Speed walking over towards their closet with light thuds over the carpet.
He tugged open the doors then grabbed for the shopping bag with the cupping kit in it. Simplistic for their first time use but definitely something he knew that he could upgrade in the future. He knew it went on pressure points so he hoped it would feel good. Something that wouldn't make the experience awful for them both. Shutting the closet doors, he caught the quiet sound of fabric being thrown off to the side and the rustle of their blanket. The quiet creak of the bedframe and the protest of a spring.
Turning on his feet to face the bed, he found the black-haired man sitting on the bed with that familiar sparkle to his gaze. Wicked. Chasing the shyness away when the black-haired man's knees slid over the bed as he sat back on his heels. Letting him gawk over that broad chest covered in black curls of hair. Admiring the way that his nipples were perking up ever so slightly from the chill. Or was it the excitement of it? He had not a clue but God if it didn't add to the allure of the familiar sights of his husband's naked body.
He let himself look over the curve of his waist and the sharp dip of his hips. Over that elegant writing of his name across the black-haired man's left hip that always drove him up the wall. The way his thighs just barely touched seconds ago with a thickness that would be the envy of anyone. Letting his gaze flicker over him until he was following the dark happy trail down below his navel that ran along the lower half of his softening stomach. Down where it thickened in to the patch of wiry chaotic black curls covering his pelvis.
Neatly groomed curls that he would never fail to love burying his nose into when he had the chance to do so. Letting his gaze fall down towards Shouta's dick; God, the man may not think six inches was a lot but it was. Six glorious inches of a thick dick that he had no doubts would fill him up. Stretch him out leaving no space inside of him if it were to go in him. Beautiful. His husband was utterly beautiful. He felt that flaring flicker of heat under his skin when Shouta's dick then twitched under his gaze when he squirmed.
As if it were excited at his blatantly ogling when his husband squirmed again. Shifting his weight before leaning forward then with hands bracing themselves to the bed as drying curls spilled over his shoulders. Brushed lightly at red cheeks when full lips parted ever so slightly. Giving a pointed look that had him reaching down to grab at the makeshift waistline of his towel. There was no need for it, was there? No point in keeping it on a moment longer and leave his husband waiting any longer than necessary, was there?
Grinning at his husband, he curled his fingers into the fabric the pulled the towel from his waist with a playful toss where it landed in a heap on the floor. And oh, it sent a shiver down his back to watch those dark eyes looking over him with an unhidden hunger. A desire that had heat flashing under his skin again in a burst that left him breathless. It would never fail to get him hot to see his husband staring at him with such desire like that. As if he were the truly desirable one in the room alone.
Making his way over to the bed, his stomach dropped excitedly when he handed the bag to his husband. He knew what to expect from this; to be careful, to keep from having them on too long. However he knew that marking was unavoidable with cupping. That there would either be rings left behind or some slight bruising along his back due to the pressure of the cups but it was a risk he was willing to take. It wouldn't be the first or last time entering sex that he was marked up for the sake of trying something new.
Shuffling over to the bedside table while his husband dug into the bag to grab the small cups with their pumps. He tugged open the drawer to reach inside for their new flavored lube that he'd picked up at the store. A strawberry flavor that he hoped would be more agreeable with his husband than the mango one the man hardly seemed to touch. If anything he'd have to look at the expiration date on the mango flavor to see if it was any good still. It wouldn't do any good if someone got sick from bad lube.
However, he could do that later. Much later. Snapping the drawer shut, he then climbed onto the bed where he hesitated before handing the lube over to his husband. He wished he had a little more time to make sure he was extra thorough after scrubbing himself top to bottom. Wished he knew what Shouta wanted beforehand. He was clean, however, but he knew that the taste of any lingering soap on his body wouldn't taste the best hence the lube. His husband took it from him when he laid on his side next to him.
Spreading out, he held his hand up towards Shouta who placed the cups down within reaching distance behind before his husband slid over the blanket to lay out on his side next to him. God, his husband was beautiful. So stunning with damp curls rubbing over the blanket and brushing against red cheeks. The sparkle, the heat, forming in that gaze when his husband settled in next to him. And he happily reached out to slide his hand along his waist with that familiar brush of skin on skin when he tugged him closer.
Twisting forward to curl into the black-haired man who twisted up against him in response. A hand coming up to push at the hair falling into his face then tucking it behind his ear carefully. Tracing along the edge of his ear without dislodging his hearing aid as full lips parted slightly again with a quiet, shaking breath leaving his husband. And he happily leaned in to press his lips to those plush full ones without a flicker of hesitation. It was far, far easier to lose himself when he knew exactly what his husband wanted.
To know where this was going to go rather than playing the guessing game he'd been playing for the past fifteen to twenty minutes. Since he sat down on the bed feeling his husband drying against his chest as they air dried. When was the last time they'd had time to do this? Last month? The month before it? When was the last time he'd let himself be cuddled up skin to skin with his husband like this? When he had full lips coming down on his own as his skin brushed and slid against his? He couldn't remember.
Couldn't recall the last time but holding Shouta close as he slid his hand along his waist, he was more than happy. Giddy. The quiet brush of skin sliding together was deafening as Shouta's lips began to move against his. A firm press of those lips to his moving with that slow speed to get him smoldering. Had him thrumming from head to toe as he felt feet touching his before knees pressed to his. Legs tangling up with his as Shouta's hand brushed down over his jaw lightly before touching his shoulder.
Brushing down his bicep with a brief squeeze before his hand touched his side. Sliding down it in a caress down to his waist before sliding back up had him squirming at the tingles fanning under his skin to pool into his stomach. An ache that had him moving his lips with Shouta's when he slid his hand along his waist. A caress that had an exhale fanning over his hot cheek when Shouta's arm wrapped around him. Squirming close as he could with the tickle of curls tickling his skin. The rub of hardened nipples against him.
He happily twisted himself against the black-haired man. Sliding his hand back to rub over his lower back when he got a quiet hum from his husband who seemed all too delighted in the close proximity. Hips angled away carefully but he didn't mind it one bit. God, he forgot how much he missed laying skin to skin like this. In being able to have those full lips on his like this. The intimacy of it all that he was eating up already. Moving his lips with Shouta's, the quiet smack of their moving lips broke up the light whispering.
Rubbing at his husband's lower back, he lifted his hand up to trail fingertips along the center of his back. Coaxing him to arch earning himself the press of his chest to his own with hardened nipples pressing against him. It sent a shiver down his back at the rub of them over his chest when he playfully drifted his fingers along his upper back before brushing his fingers down the center of it once more. Down to the small of his back where he curved his hand forward to knead at his husband's waist firmly.
Loving the shudder with the slight arch to his husband's back when a sharp exhale fanned over his cheek. He could spend all night skin to skin with his husband like this. To indulge in some cockwarming the way they had that afternoon before his piercings. God, what he'd give to spend all night skin to skin with himself buried in the tight heat that would soak into him. Leave him warm as he spooned the black-haired man. To remain inside of him until morning. To indulge in the intimacy they would receive from it.
The proximity of it all that they would experience. It was a desire he couldn't shake as he happily pressed his lips firmly to those plush full ones as he slid his hand along his waist. Maybe he'd be lucky, and his husband would agree to it. It was all a matter of figuring it out tonight. Of feeling out how much his husband was willing to accept in his tired state that he'd witness mere minutes ago in the shower. Moving his lips with those full ones, he felt a shake to the breaths fanning slowly over his hot cheek.
He was glad he didn't have his glasses on; it made kissing with them off all the better. He hardly took them off nowadays, but he needed to get back into the habit of taking his glasses off during moments like these. Sliding his hand along Shouta's waist with a hum at the sharp exhale fanning over his cheek when the hand on his waist slid up along his side. It had him squirming at the tingles racing under his skin with that flicker of heat smoldering down along his bones where that desire grabbed at them fervently.
Flashing up to claw beneath the surface of his skin when he shifted slightly causing the blanket to rustle beneath him. He could let himself lay out like this all night; let his husband pluck him apart systematically by targeting his erogenous zones. Just as he had when his piercings were still fresh and neither wanted to touch him for the sake of keeping them clean. To keep the risk of infection away. And yet he'd let his husband break him down bit by bit with his erogenous zones alone. Offer himself up on a silver platter for him.
To let his husband poke, prod, tease, pinch and bite him to his hear content if that's what he wanted from tonight. He kneaded at his husband's waist before sliding his hand down slightly with his thumb pressing to his hip when he began to roll circles into it. It had the black-haired man squirming with an airy sound just barely making it out of the back of his throat. A quiet sound that had his dick twitching curiously when that hand slid along his waist again before curving backwards. He happily slid his own hand down.
Giving a caress to his thigh when he curved his hand backwards. Sliding along the back of his thigh before bringing it up to slide over the shape of his husband's ass before coming up to his lower back. Sliding his hand down in another caress over his ass when he gave a brief squeeze to the cheek before sliding his hand down to the back of his thigh. It had his husband squirming with another soft sound leaving the back of his throat. A barely audible, quiet whine when he felt the hand on his lower back rolling circles into him.
Kneading at him before his hand was sliding down to copy the same caress, he'd just made but God if it didn't have him squirming. Whining at the feel of that trough palm sliding over his ass down to the back of his thigh before coming back up in another rub. Squeezing at him briefly when that hand came up to slid along his lower back towards his waist. Sliding up his side without giving him a second to process the squeeze and caress over his ass. And once he did? Oh, it had his skin flaming with heat.
His face burning with a fresh blush as he squirmed at the tingles fanning under his skin with each up and down caress along his side with a low groan leaving him. Oh, this man was wicked. A foot slid over his calf lightly in an awkward caress up to his knee before sliding back down when he felt Shouta's lips pressing harder to his. A quiet passion bleeding into the kiss that he returned without a second thought. Returning his husband's desire that had been sparking in him; that he'd felt aimed his way seconds ago.
When his husband had been sprawled over him. Returning them to get the black-haired man's breath hitching on an inhale when nails grazed lightly over his side. Playfully. The tingles it sent racing under his skin to pool into his stomach with that pressure twisting into his lower stomach. Circling down to wrap his lower half in that all too familiar ache that had his dick twitching against his thighs when he shuddered. Returning that hard press of Shouta's lips to his when he felt that foot drifting by his knee again.
And then it slide down his calf in a cheeky caress that had him squirming when he rolled circles into his husband's hips gently. His breaths were shortening with that sharp, twisting excitement clawing into his chest with each kiss he got from his husband. Admiring the warmth of him as that hand swept down his side to curve backwards with another caress over his ass. He shuddered at the quiet brush of that rough palm drifting over him when he moved his own hand downwards to slide along his husband's thigh.
Drifting his fingertips over the warmth of his skin in idle shapes along the warmth of his skin. Tracing over the softer, paler scars he knew like the back of his hand after all of these years. That intermittent smack ringing out to break up the quiet brush of their moving lips. All from that change in pressure. It had him shuddering when he squeezed at his husband's hip earning himself a shudder. A huffing exhale fanning over his cheek when his dick twitches against his thighs again at the sharp twist of excitement.
That ache in his lower stomach had him whining out when he felt that hand resting on his waist squeeze tightly at his ass. Kneading at him when he groaned out. Sliding his hand down along his husband's thigh, he giddily fanned his fingers through the wild, chaotic black curls that tickled at his fingers. Wiry. He then reached down to wrap his fingers around his husband's twitching dick. A wavering exhale fanned over his cheek when he squeezed at the twitching thing with a firm squeeze that had hips twitching forward.
And he happily moved his hand to give a lazy stroke that had his husband whining out shrilly with that silent approval when he began to stroke him slowly. An even pace as the brush of his palm over skin rag out when the hand on his waist let go to curve forward. Nails dragging lightly over his hip before fingers fanned out through his pubic hair to reach down and wrap around his dick. Stroking him with that identical speed that had his breath huffing out of him sharply. Slowly. Evenly. He happily kept that pace as he stroked his husband.
The brushing of palms over skin was deafening when he felt that light brush against his lower lip. His husband pulled back slightly with gasps of air being taken when he felt the tip of Shouta's tongue tracing along his lower lip before moving up to lick lightly at the top. Brushes that had him opening his mouth without a second thought with full lips coming down on his. Moving his tongue in an over-eager movement that had his tongue scraping against the edge of his teeth. Had his piercing hitting off of his teeth with a click.
Meeting his tongue, he felt the tip of Shouta's nudging at his piercing flicking playfully as that hand continued it's slow, easy strokes. Squeezing his twitching dick good. God, it had him groaning out as he rubbed his tongue to his husband's; lashes fluttering on his hot cheeks, he squeezed at the twitching dick in his grasp. Thick. Fuck, he wasn't even hard yet and his husband was so thick in his hand. Filling it perfectly as he moved his tongue in another slide against Shouta's that was returned to him.
The feel of Shouta's tongue massaging itself to his as he stroked him slowly with lazy curves. Twists along the twitching thing as he squeezed firmly at his husband who groaned as that tongue twisted with his. Fingers tightening on him. He just needed to get hard. That's all he needed and then the cups would go on, no doubt about that. And he squirmed with a shallow thrust into his husband's hand as his dick gave a volley of twitches. Much like the dick in his grasp when he slid his hand up to swipe over the head of his dick.
Rubbing the pads of his fingers against him. Pressing down firmly against what he hoped was the slit only to get a keening moan out of his husband. Shuddering at the sound when hips moved to thrust into his hand when he slid it down again. Hot, hot, hot. Heat flashed yet again in a stunning burst under his skin when he felt Shouta's hand speeding up slightly. Leaving him breathless in its wake when he felt his husband's hand squeeze at him before it began to move quicker. An excitement to it that him groaning.
And he happily adjusted the speed of his own hand with the deafening brush of palms over skin ringing out over the TV. The barely audible sound of their moving tongues had him electrified. Had him growing hotter with each slid of that hand around him when his husband whined when he rubbed the pads of his fingers over the head of his dick again. Rubbing away a small droplet swelling on the slit. It had him groaning when his husband squirmed against him with hips thrusting hesitantly in time with his stroking.
God, it lit him up hotter than anything else could. He shuddered at the tight squeeze given to him. The quick speed that had his own hips twitching to thrust into his husband's hand as they began stroking faster. A silent agreement to move faster, faster, faster. Gradually speeding up as his shoulder rubbed annoyingly against the bed but he happily ignored it when he felt the black-haired man squeezing at him. Rubbing in twisting curves that had him groaning out as he undulated his tongue upwards.
Sliding his tongue across Shouta's so he could rub the bottom ball across the top of Shouta's tongue. Loving the moan, it got him when fingers swiped over the head of his own twitching dick when he felt the rub of hard nipple against his chest. Just as hard as his own yet it had his husband whining when he pressed his chest tightly against him with a squirm. Stroking fast with twisting curves up near the heads of erections with fingers rubbing at the bases. Stroking at his husband as he giddily admired that thickness again.
Filling out his hand as he stroked him quickly with a squeeze that had him shuddering as Shouta's hand moved over him just as quickly. Both silently encouraging the other to get hard; trying to coax the other into that heated excitement that would give an erection. And fuck if that wasn't hard. Not hard at all. Not when he got the quiet brush of warming skin against his own squirming and rubbing against him. The scent of his husband's musky, spicy vanilla soaps that he eagerly dragged into his lungs with each fast breath taken.
Fingers squeezing him so good it had him thrusting into his husband's hand as he felt that rush of blood beginning to surge downwards; an agonizing slowness to it. Maddening. The warmth radiating off of his husband had him huffing through his nose as he twisted closer with a shuddering. His legs squirming to spread slightly as he thrusted shallowly into his husband's hand with that tongue flicking at his. Coaxing him playfully, he responded kindly by rubbing his tongue to Shouta's in a massaging slide.
Rubbing the bottom ball of his piercing against the top of his tongue again. A whine left the black-haired man when his tongue undulated over his to flick at the top ball of his piercing that he happily replied in kind with. He slid his hand down to knead at the base of his dick when he slid his hand back up quickly in a twist as his husband began hardening in his grasp. Stiffening with that gush of blood that had him shuddering with a low groan tearing its way out of him. Echoed by his husband as lips pressed harder to his.
How something could feel so soft yet firm in his grasp he'd never know but God if it didn't have him squirming. Stroking fast to curve up to the head to rub the drops of pre-come welling there before sliding back down to the base as the hand wrapped around him mimicked his strokes. His movements. Shallow, racing pants fanning over his hot cheek as he moved his tongue with his husband's that nudge and massaged itself to his. Lips crushed to his firmly as he thrusted into Shouta's hand again compulsively.
Shuddering and admiring the dry rub of his palm and the slickness to his fingers. Squeezing him so fucking good as his tongue slid and rubbed with his as his piercing clicked off of teeth; his or Shouta's, he had not a clue. Sliding his tongue in another rub against Shouta's, he flicked playfully at his husband's earning himself a sharp exhale as the black-haired man hardened in his hand. God, his husband was always so fucking thick even when he wasn't hard. Six thick, glorious inches was fucking right.
It had his heart skipping against his chest as he slid his hand quickly over the hardening erection with twists and curves that had hips thrusting forward. Rubbing his tongue in a slide against Shouta's who responded in kind, he then pulled back from the kiss. A smack of their lips with racing, short breaths taken between the both of them raggedly. Hitching with excitement when he noted the strand of saliva between them fluttering off to trail down his husband's chin. Leaning in, he flattened his tongue to his chin.
Licking up to the corner of his mouth earning a whimper from his husband when full lips then pecked at his. Short kisses that rang out with their sharp smacks to fill the quiet when he pulled back to catch that blazing gaze. When was the last time he let himself be eaten out by this man? Back when he asked him to sit on his face? When he'd been healing from his piercings? God, it was a temptation that had him dragging his teeth over his bottom lip in a fierce bite. Squeezing at the thick erection in his grasp giddily.
Giving a few more strokes with the hand around him following suit. And then they were pulling back as he took a breath before shifting as he rolled onto his stomach. Swallowing when his erection was pinned between the bed and his stomach as his husband sat up next to him. Reaching for the cups. Stretching himself out flat, he rested his chin on his arms as Shouta shifted next to him when fingers brushed his hair away from his back. Felt the cups being pressed against his shoulder blades then down along his back.
Stopping just above his lower back with the placements fussed with for a minute when he felt them wiggling as the pump was being squeezed at. It had him letting out breath as the pressure was slowly but surely building with each squeeze of the pumps. Squeezing tight, tight, tight as the edges of the cups dug into his back as the skin was sucked up into it. The pump squeezing at him with the pressure that had him shuddering as that suction came from his shoulder blades down to his lower back.
Squeezing, squeezing, squeezing. Pressure building, building, building with each squeeze that had him letting out a trembling breath. It felt- Well, not quite odd. Not unpleasant. But it felt good with the feverish heat twisting under his skin as the cups sucked at him harder, harder, harder. Unbearably tight as that suction had him hissing in a breath as a few more pumps were given causing an ache to spread out over his back. He held his breath as the cups edges dug into his skin when he heard a light click of the pump.
Holding that pressure in place as he caught the light drop of it being put down on the bed. That- Oh, it didn't feel bad but it certainly provided a pressure and a suction that had him squirming instinctively only to hold still at the tug on his skin that resulted from his involuntary movement. There was a shuffle over the blanket when he felt fingers brushing along the backs of his thighs to which he happily spread his legs. He felt the bed dipping between his legs when he felt hands again brush over his thighs towards his ass.
Up over it to his lower back. It had him squirming when he felt hands sliding forward along his waist where fingers kneaded at him when his hips were raised up from the bed. It felt odd with that pressure lining along his back from the cups on it that seemed to continue building when hands squeezed at him with fingers kneading at his hips. Firm squeezes that had him melting every so slightly when his husband fidgeted. He was electrified. Absolutely eager to see what his husband was going to do next to him.
"Yo-You feel okay? Does it feel okay? Ca-Can you get off with-with that?" He turned his head over the bed at his husband's husky tone when he got that awkward angle of Shouta's red face behind him to which he pressed his cheek to his forearms. Humming quietly when hands squeezed at him again to which he took a deep breath before letting it out slowly. "Zashi? Are you okay? Do you wanna take them off? Or-?"
"I'm fine, baby, just fine! If anything, they could be looser but they're perfect right now! We have all night to fuss with the-the tightness of them, okay?" Arching his hips up with the light tug at him with kneading hands sending shivers up his back when he rubbed his hot cheek against his forearm when he slid his knees over the blanket to bend them. "Now, wh-why don't you be a good boy and eat me out like you want too, yeah? Eat me out fucking good, baby! Show me ho-how good you are with that mouth of yours!"
A shuddering breath left his husband when he arched his hips up higher. Bending his knees forward as his erection finally, finally, finally hardened fully as it tapped up against his stomach when he arched his hips up. God, there was nothing more than he loved than to rile his husband up. To get him turned around, flushed, and dizzy. The tight grip on his waist spoke volumes when the black-haired man's hands slid back to slid over his ass in another caress. Fingers kneading at him in firm squeezes that had his toes curling tightly.
His heart jumping in his chest as he dragged his teeth over his lip before biting down fiercely on it. Digging his teeth into it had pain screeching down his chin but he hardly paid notice to it. Dull compared to the sucking pull of those cups lining his back. God, that suction was bordering on that line of uncomfortable and just enough. He didn't know what excited him more; the cups sucking at his back or the idea of having Shouta eat him out. Of having his husband touch him like this after a long week.
Five weeks come and gone in a blur of never ending tasks, never ending paperwork and grading. Emails and segments at the radio station, meetings upon meetings, and exhausted nights passing out on the bed. Some nights not fully undressed from his costume when he'd wake the next day. Time eaten up leaving him turned around with moments of heat with his husband where that longing became too much. When they were giving in despite the insistences of how busy they were. The idea of having Shouta touch him like this?
It was more than enough to get his erection throbbing lightly against his stomach as that excitement twisted sharply into him. His breaths hitching when he felt lips pressing against his lower back in soft kisses that made their way down to his left cheek. Soft kisses that had him melting as his hips were held up high, high, high allowing the suction cup to wiggle slightly with tugs at his skin that had him biting down fiercely on his lip. Not quite pain but certainly not pleasant when they wiggled like that.
It would force him into stillness while his husband ate him out and God if that wasn't exciting. Soft kisses and nuzzles were placed to his left cheek sent tingles racing up his back only to pool into his stomach to feed into that ache that squeezed at him. A pressure in his lower stomach that had his breaths racing through his nose as another nuzzle was given to his cheek. Soft, adoring kisses that trailed over to the right cheek with a nuzzle being given when his husband pulled back to nip sharply at him.
Hands kneading at him when he let his eyes flutter shut as he arched himself back against the black-haired man with kisses fluttered over his feverish skin leaving him hot. The hand on his left cheek squeezing at him in that maddening kneading had him shuddering. He twisted his fingers into the blanket with his left hand and clutched at his elbow with the right. Kisses were fluttered over his ass with racing breaths fanned over his skin as they were broken up with nips. Sharp bites that had tingles fanning under his skin.
He whined at his husband before he could swallow the sound down. Fingers dug into his cheek when his husband fluttered his lips up towards his lower back again where he got a few kisses as a hand slid along his thigh before coming up to grab at his right cheek. Kneading at him when his lashes fluttered on his cheeks with racing breaths being taken through his nose that hitched with that excitement when his husband shifted. Thumbs coming forward to tug teasingly at him by not quite spreading him open.
Resting with light tugs but not pulling him open in that maddening tease when another nip was given to his right cheek. Teasing him to think any moment those thumbs and hands would be spreading him open when his husband's tongue lapped over his lower back before trailing down to the top of his ass. Shuddering at the wet trail left behind when he was finally pulled apart by those kneading fingers as soft lips then began to press kisses over the exposed area. Firm kisses that rang out with light smacks.
Kisses that had his heart jumping into his throat while beating furiously. Sickeningly with that excitement pumping through him relentlessly. If he knew anything it was that his husband loves the foreplay that came with eating him out. The foreplay that he also loved to dive into but God knows that this was one of the many, many things he swore his husband did beautifully. Did without a second thought in getting him to unwind beneath his hands and fuck if it didn't give a hint on what Shouta would be like if he were a top.
A switch. It was the one thing that he could happily sink into when it came to his husband. Let him take control of. It had his stomach fluttering before dropping with an intensity that had him squirming as his husband continued those firm kisses. Nipping at the sensitive skin of his cheeks before lips were pressed against his hole intermittently in between to break up those nips and kisses to his cheeks. Fingers curling in to knead at his ass when his husband's head dipped down to which his breath caught.
Hitching excitedly when he felt his husband's tongue pressing against his taint where he then gave a long lick upwards. From his taint to the top of his ass sending a shiver racing up his back causing it to arch slightly as he gasped. The action tugged at the suction cups on his back, sparking that discomfort when he bit at his lip. Shuddering. Fuck, he was glad his husband had paid attention when he was eating him out. His shaking breaths hitched when he felt Shouta's tongue pressing to his taint again with a rub.
Massaging it against the spot with the hope of stimulating his prostate from the outside no doubt. And then his husband was giving another of those long licks that had his hole twitching when Shouta made his way to the top. Taking his time going over it. God, he was always delighted to have the same things he did to his husband being flipped around and used on him. He shuddered when his husband then lapped his tongue over his hole with a hands kneading at him in fierce squeezes that had him shuddering.
And he tried to ignore that discomfort sparking over his back. The suction of the cups on him that he knew in any other moment that they'd possibly be relaxing but not now. A shudder raced down his back at the light tug to spread him open firmly when the black-haired man slid his tongue over his hole again. Muscles spasmed in a blatant, unmistakable twitch that had his face burning hotly with a fresh wave of heat. A shuddering breath racing out of him when his husband pressed a kiss to the skin.
Giving him a wave of tingles that had his feet squirming over the bed. His husband always did like foreplay; liked building up to it with his kisses and nips that had his breath catching. Shuddering on their ways in and out of him as he squirmed slightly only to stop with a groan at the discomfort of the cups digging into him. He felt those soft kisses being placed over him as hands held him open tightly when he arched his hips back with a whine. A quiet request for his husband to do it rather than spend all night teasing.
He knew the man was tired, knew he wanted to go to bed but he had seen that fire in his gaze. The desire that was making itself the first priority along with his erection. His own erection twitched against his stomach as it throbbed insistently. Muscles spasming causing his hole to twitch again that had him biting at the soft inner area of his lip. It had his face burning when he felt lips pressing against his rim when Shouta gave another lap of his tongue over it where the tip of it prodded at him. Flicking his tongue at him.
And then he felt the tip of Shouta's tongue tracing the rim of his hole lightly before his mouth was covering him. The heat of it covering him with soft playful sucks that had his feet squirming over the blanket with a sharp inhale. An idle suction that had him squirming with a low groan ripping its way out of him. He arched backwards towards his husband with trembling breaths fanning over his skin. Sucking at him playfully to stimulate the nerve endings there when his toes curled at a fierce suck given by his husband.
As if he wasn't seconds away from falling apart. As if he wasn't as excited as himself when he got that firm suction on him to get his hole giving another mortifying twitch. His cheeks throbbed lightly from the force of the blush there when his husband's tongue flicked at him playfully in between those firm suckles at him to get his feverish skin tingling. His stomach flipping with that desire and excitement which clawed at him insistently. To demand for Shouta to give him exactly what he wanted but he held his tongue.
He didn't to rush Shouta, but God knows he wanted the cups off. It wasn't exactly nice to have them wiggling and tugging at him with his squirms and arches. Tightening his hold on the blankets and his elbow, he felt his husband's mouth lifting up with his tongue lapping over him again then pulling away. He jumped at the cool touch of their flavored lube being dripped over him when the warmth of his breaths came back. The tip of his tongue pressing against him lightly then with an increasing pressure against his hole.
Pressing, squirming, nudging at him insistently. It had his heart jumping up to his throat when the black-haired man got the give he was looking for. Ohhh, it sent a shudder up his back feeling his husband's tongue sliding into him. Sliding into him with full lips pressing against him as the warmth of his mouth covering him again had his toes curling. A shiver racing up his back when Shouta's tongue pressed up to rub against his inner wall. Massaging itself against him sending sparks racing up his back.
It had him shivering when he clamped down around the wiggling tongue tearing a groan out of his husband. A throaty sound that had him moaning back in that same pitch earning himself a hard squeeze of those kneading hands when his husband then let go of his ass. Hands slid down over his thighs in a caress as fast, shallow breaths fanned over his skin. The rub of his husband's tongue against his inner wall had his fingers clutching at their holds with a whine leaving him. Fuck, his husband was the fucking best at oral.
Whether that was giving him a blowjob or it was eating him out like this. He could still recall the first time that they attempted eating one another out in their old apartment. It hadn't been sparks or like in the romance novels nor was it the most pleasant experience since both had been awkward. Clumsy and self-conscious about it. However, with time like with everything else, they kept trying. They kept learning what made the other shout or whine, whimper or moan. Playing off how the other moved when they were being eaten out.
And God knows that he was grateful it was the one thing his husband was determined to get right rather than mortified. Rather than put it off for months at a time the way he had with their French kissing. Shuddering, he happily rocked his hips back idly as his husband's tongue rubbed up against his inner wall. Fuck, there was something magical about having Shouta eat him out. Gripping at his elbow and the blanket, he shuddered when he felt that tongue sliding against him in another massaging rub against his inner wall.
The rough hands swept up and down his thighs in a gentle circuit. Moving up and down, up and down, up and down, with nails dragging lightly over him intermittently. It was fucking perfect as he rocked himself back against his face. His erection throbbed lightly against his stomach as he clutched at his holds when he felt his husband swirl his tongue before flicking at his inner wall. Clenching up around him, he groaned lowly in his throat at the black-haired man when hands squeezed at his thighs.
Sliding along them up and down, up and down, up and down then sweeping up to caress his ass before squeezing at him. Kneading with firm squeezes that had him shuddering when Shouta flicked his tongue at him against then rubbing again. Then he was moving his tongue in a shallow thrust that rubbed against him damn good. Clenching up tightly around the black-haired man's tongue earned himself a moan when fingers dug into him with another firm squeeze. Moaning out himself at the pleasure it gave him.
And God it had him moaning when his husband's tongue began to move fervently. Lapping, rubbing, swirling and flicking at his inner walls fervently with huffing, shallow pants fanning over his skin when he groaned out. Nails bit lightly into his skin with those fierce kneading squeezes of his husband's. Shuddering at the rub of his tongue against his inner wall that mimicked the one he used on the black-haired man countless times. The only difference was that his husband didn't have a piercing to grind against his inner walls.
But it didn't matter. Not one bit when his husband's tongue was then pulling back only to thrust into him. Repeating the action again, again, again, with flicks and rubs punctuating each thrust had him squirming with his hips rocking back in a tight back and forth. His thighs trembled lightly before tensing to keep himself still when that shrieking discomfort shot up his back from the tug of those cups and their suction on his skin. Fuck, they were keeping him from moving the way he wanted too, and he loves it.
He absolutely adores it. He shuddered with a slight arch to his back as he turned to press his face into his forearms. Moaning into them when he felt that budding confidence in the way his husband thrusted itself into him. The rubs, flicks, and rolls of his tongue that rubbed at him damn good. Being eaten out like the man was starving despite having eaten dinner earlier. It had his breaths shortening into that panting rhythm they'd been at when lips had been on his own during their kisses. When they'd been jerking each other off.
It had him squirming only to stop when the wiggling tug of the cups on him became too much. A silent warning. It had him moaning out shrilly into his arms when his husband groaned into him. Hands kneading at him firmly when a hand dropped away to drop down along his thigh where it kneaded at him there. The hand remaining on his ass squeezing tightly at him when he got another groan from his husband when he squeezed around that moving tongue. Fuck him, if that didn't have heat razing under his skin.
Pleasure pooled into his stomach like molten lava leaving him flushed with each wave pooling into his stomach. Making it heavy. He shuddered when he pressed himself back firmly against his husband's face when he got a keening moan from the man. Hands tightening on him when the hand he had twisted into the blanket let go in favor of reaching backwards. Grabbing onto drying black curls to push Shouta tightly against him had the man moaning out with such delight into him. Ohhh, it had vibrations racing over him.
Shuddering at that sensation when the black-haired man's tongue flicked at him with each thrusts that was elongating them. Growing confident with firm licks and cheeky flicks against his inner wall with that playfulness to get his hips rocking back tightly against his husband's face. The scratch of his stubble had him whining out shrilly at the man. And then, then, then his husband began to suck at him. A suction being given to him that pressure to get him moaning into his arm as sparks raced up his back.
Giving him a steady, consistent suction as his tongue wiggled and swirled inside of him. Eating him out like he was a starving man. He knew that he was perhaps more sensitive than his husband given how he never took it regularly like his husband. He never thought of letting himself be eaten out or fingered as often as he would like which left him sensitive. God, he should let Shouta eat him out more. It had him twitching with that urge to squirm and twist but the cups lining his back on either side screamed at him not too.
There was a dull throbbing surrounding the cups as his skin razed with that heat clawing beneath the surface of it. Rocking his hips back tightly as he pushed on the back of his husband's head had the man moaning into him. Sucking at him before thrusting his tongue into him as the hand on his thigh slid forward to the inner area of it. Coming up with fingers rubbing firmly over his taint tore a deafening whine out of him at the weak sparks it sent up his back as that firm press had it stimulating his prostate.
Had his toes curling at the weak sparks racing up his back with each petting rub his husband's fingers gave him along his taint before coming forward. God, there was something fucking good about having his husband eating him out so ferociously; so hungrily. It was an absolute dream as he felt the hand on his ass kneading at him insistently with racing pants fanning over his feverish skin. His toes curled when Shouta's hand came forward to wrap around his dripping erection finally, finally, finally as he moaned out.
It was dripping onto his stomach making an utter mess over it. God knows he felt a strange w ash of relief at the hand wrapping around it. The hand on his cheek moved away then as his husband slid his tongue to lick and lap at his quivering wall as he tightened around him. Moaning delightedly at that pleasure it gave him as he rocked his hips back in that tight side-to-side manner with curls brushing over the back of his hand. Through his fingers. Drying out with a softness that had them frizzing out in his grasp.
Pushing his husband actively against him with a wet sound ringing out from his husband's lips. The suction and the movement of his tongue leaving him slick from the over enthusiastic movements of his husband's tongue, but he hardly minded it. It had him groaning into his arm as he clutched at those black curls when his husband sucked at him fiercely. Fervently. It had him crying out when Shouta thrusted his tongue into him at the same instance as he squeezed at him. Holding onto his husband desperately.
And it had him squirming when the hand on his cheek pulling away as they hand wrapped around him moved. Stroking him in time with the thrusts and laps of his tongue, it had him squirming with a cry as his husband suckled at him with a suction to get his lashes fluttering. His skin burning when Shouta's hand began to slide over him quickly with those eager strokes. Eating him out so fucking good it left him speechless. Breathless. As if the fatigue from today had washed off of his husband the second he settled behind him.
As if the black-haired man had been thinking about it all day. It had him biting down fiercely on his bottom lip with a squirm as he arched his hips back only to groan at the protest of the cups. God, it had his back throbbing from the fierce suction they had one him paired with all his smaller movements. It had them digging in with that firm suction to get his skin throbbing from the pull on it. It had him groaning out as he kept up that tight rocking of his hips as Shouta lapped at his inner walls. Like was a sweet treat.
Something that he had to get every last bit of. It had him whimpering then when he caught the quiet sound of a palm brushing over skin. Was he jerking himself off? Touching himself just out of view? He had not a clue but fuck if it didn't have heat ripping under his skin to think of his husband multitasking. If the idea of his husband jerking himself off in time with the strokes given to his own erection while he ate him out with such surprising intensity. A hunger that had his stomach pooling with pleasure.
Shuddering at the mere thought as that tongue rubbed against his inner wall to which he clenched up around him again. Squeezing around that wiggling tongue with another whimper when his husband merely put more effort into the task. Licking, thrusting, swirling and flicking at him with that on and off again suction that had him moaning. Hell, even the discomfort along his back had its place in his pleasure as he wriggled and squirmed with hips rocking back against his face with his hand pushing him against it tightly.
Forcing his husband's face to remain in place tearing moans out of the black-haired man as the hand along his erection stroked fast. Fast, fast, fast with curving twists near the head that allowed fingers to stretch up to swipe over the head. Sliding down to knead at the base just as they had when they'd been laying side by side. It had him moaning into his arm as he clutched at those drying curls tightly. The fingers of his left hand finding their way to twist into the blanket as a means to hold on. God, it was burning him up.
There was a light prick to his forehead with the promise of sweat if he burnt any hotter as his husband ate him out desire. Devouring him from head to toe it felt as that tongue began to slow ever so slightly before moving again in a burst of energy. It wouldn't be the wildest thing if his husband was losing his energy. If his tongue was possibly getting tired after making such wild, over-eager movements like he has been. However, the black-haired man didn't pull back like he thought he would. Didn't ask for a break but rather continued on.
Sucking at him to give that consistent suction that had him shuddering. Lapping when he clenched tightly around his moving tongue as the hand wrapped around him sped up stroke him faster, faster, faster with fingers squeezing tight. Oh, oh, he could let this man eat him out all night. Let Shouta mouth at him, bite at him, eat him out and choke on his dick if it meant getting off with the man. He'd happily do the same. Oh, God, he'd do the same if his husband asked him to do it for him tonight.
Leave those bruises and bite marks over that pale skin until his husband was flushed. Swallow him down in one go just to hear that keening, trembling wail that always left his husband when he managed to take him in one go. Fuck, there was something amazing about the way his husband ate him out. Something so good when that tongue began thrusting in time with his stroking hand. Moaning into him with that muffled quality to send sparks racing up his back with the vibrations of it. The sound of it.
It had him groaning into his arm again as he pushed at the back of Shouta's head to pin his face tightly against him. Just a little more. A little more, more, more was all it would take as his stomach fluttered weakly with the stirrings of an oncoming orgasm. Smoldering in his lower stomach where it began to coil slowly. Unbearable. Mortifyingly fast. He couldn't help moaning out into his arm as his husband moaned behind him. And then, then, then fingers were pressing firmly up against his taint again.
All while his husband's hand slid faster over his erection. Stroking with fingers swiping at the dripping head before flying down to the base to knead at him. Fisting at him beautifully with careless brushes over his piercings in tugs that had him moaning enthusiastically at the man. That tongue rubbed at his inner walls the same way fingers were rubbing along his taint to stimulate his prostate from the outside. It had his legs trembling at the stimulation of all three things on him as he buried his face into his arm.
Shuddering as he used his hand to keep that tight press of his husband's face against him with a squirm as he clenched his jaw. Each lap of that tongue against him drove him a little closer. Another rub of finger tips along his taint and stroke from that hand as he dripped over his stomach shamelessly. Was he more pent up than he initially thought? Perhaps. But this was an amazing fucking dream, and he didn't want it to end yet. Not yet. But he knew it wasn't a choice he could make when that orgasm flickered into a spark.
Twisting lowly in his lower stomach like a hot coal he could chase after. Fingers rubbing firmly along his prostate had sparks racing up his back causing it to arch only for him to moan at the tug of the cups on him. The aching discomfort radiating in a pulse over his back that had him squirming. Twisting restlessly even as he rocked his hips back against his husband's hot face. God, fuck him, was this all it was going to take tonight to get him off? Shuddering with an arch to his aching back, he groaned at Shouta encouragingly.
Was he closer than he thought? Were those weak flutters a lie? He had not a clue but fuck the feeling of his husband's tongue thrusting into him and rubbing against his inner wall. Slowing slightly but God it felt fucking amazing. The hand fisting at him with fast, fast, fast stroking with that slick squelch. The drops of pre-come smeared over the pads of Shouta's fingers allowed them to slide slickly. Rubbing over him so fucking good as that hand squeezed at him. God, the drag of his rough palm growing slicker with each rub?
Each tight rolling rub over the heat that had him moaning? It was fucking amazing. The careless tugs over and around his piercings had him shuddering with a keening moan leaving the black-haired man when he caught the rustle of the blanket as he squirmed. He bit at his lower lip as he thrusted weakly into his husband's hand without causing a tug on the suctioned spots along his back. Alternating between rocking back to grind against his husband's face then thrusting forward into his hand cautiously.
Fingers curled tightly around him in a squeeze that had him moaning in unison with the man. God, he was burning, burning, burning. The suction, the lapping of his tongue, and the stroking hand with its careless rubs over his piercings gave him another jolt of pleasure. Another burst up his back that had his stomach pooling with pleasure as fingers rubbed against his taint to stimulate his prostate from the outside. It had his feet squirming over the bed with his pants shallowing out when he felt Shouta's hand slide downwards.
His thumb targeting his piercings tearing a cy out of him when they flicked at the balls. Rubbing over them directly where the bars ran under the skin had him writhing. Twisting with the suction cups tugging at his skin painfully but he couldn't stop moving. Not if he wanted to. His husband was going to be the death of him if he didn't get off soon as that thumb slid along the underside of his erection. Rubbing over all three of his piercings with careless flicks at the balls of his piercings with that wicked teasing.
Oh, oh, he fucking loves it. Shouting into his forearm as his husband slid his thumb over the bars of his piercings again then flicking at the balls before resuming his stroking. Giving purposeful, twisting curves that tugged at the skin surrounding them had sparks of heat raking up his back. Sparks that fanned out under his skin in blazing bursts as fingers pressed themselves with just enough pressure to stimulate his prostate with each rub his husband gave. The sparks of his piercings being toyed with so boldly.
It had him moaning with his husband who was moving his tongue faster. Suckling at him to give that suction as his tongue flicked at him before swirling against his inner walls when he clenched around him. Tightening around that wiggling tongue when he began to slide in shallow slides that rubbed so fucking good against him. Shallow thrusts as that hand twisted and curved with purposeful tugs and brushes over his piercings. His husband's fingers pressing into his taint with that drool worthy pleasure.
He jerked at the realization that there was a faint wetness on his forearm where his mouth pressed against it. Hanging open with huffing pants, he groaned at the thin puddle of drool beneath him, but could he be blamed? Could he be faulted for not remembering to swallow? It had him shuddering with a jerk back against his husband when the black-haired man gave another suck paired with a flick. Rubbing at him so fucking good as that hand jerked him closer, closer, closer as that knot twisted into his lower stomach.
Huffing through his mouth as it hung open with moans and whines tearing out of his tight throat. Shoving Shouta's face tightly against him with a keening whimper as that orgasm began to claw its way up. His stomach and thighs flexing intermittently with a shuddering racing down his back as he arched his hips back. God, he really needed this man to eat him out more. He needed to let his husband do it more often because fuck if it didn't feel good. If his husband wasn't amazing at eating him out like this.
He squirmed then as he tried to ignore the discomfort racing up his back when he clutched at the blankets. SO close, so close, so close already. His husband's hand flew over him with that blinding speed as he fisted at him; as if he could tell by the twitches of his erection. The smeared mess of pre-come dripping down his erection and over his fingers. The throbs of his erection as his thighs and stomach flexed intermittently in preparation when he felt his husband's tongue slowing to a crawl. Was he tired?
It had him whimpering when he got a final flick and rub before his husband was pulling his mouth away. His tongue slipped out of him only to lap itself over his twitching hole and God if it didn't have him moaning as he tightened his hand in Shouta's hair as the man kissed at his ass. Fuck, he wanted that tongue back in him, but he was dancing closer, closer, closer to an orgasm with each kiss and stroke. Rubbing fingers that then came up to slid over his hole in a slick rub that had his back arching slightly.
Curling inwards with enough pressure to get him moaning at the excitement of the mere thought that those fingers could push in. That his husband could finger him to an orgasm, but he was already getting close, close, close. His thighs were tensing with a tremble as his rasping breaths rushed out of him as he squirmed with a keening moan. The hand tightening around him as it stroked him faster, faster with fingers swiping over the dripping head of his erection. Grinding into it before flying down towards the base.
Fingers rubbing at his taint to give him sparks of heat twisting and razing under his skin. His blood was boiling through his veins as his husband jerked him off. The slick feeling of the lube and saliva had him twitching when his husband began fluttering kisses along his lower back. The hand on his taint slid away tearing a whimper out of him when he felt the pump for the cups being fussed with before there was a click. And then, then, then the relief had him moaning wildly as the pressure of the suction cups.
They were being lessened slowly but surely as he moaned out at the relief. The hand stroking him twisting and curving with fingers squeezing at him before his husband's palm was rolling over the dripping head of his erection before sliding back down. Huffing pants fanned over his lower back when the cups were teetering off of his back as he squirmed with another moan flying out of him. Keening. Desperate. He was burning, burning, burning up. That hand was driving him closer, closer, closer to that orgasm.
And his world began to shrink until it became that beautifully blinding hot spot where nothing mattered as he began to move as he wanted too. To move the way he liked that the cups kept him from doing. Thrusting into his husband's hand eagerly as he chased after that spark with huffing pants being taken when he let go of Shouta's hair. Flying up to instead claw over the comforter as he thrusted shamelessly into that stroking hand giddily. Whimpering out again when the spark in his stomach flared hot.
A burning spot where nothing mattered but the hands on him. The lips pressing against the sore spots on his back. The huffing pants as his husband whined under his breath. Keeping him hot with those quiet sounds as that hand stroked him fast, fast, fast in time with his thrusting. A hot spot where nothing mattered but Shouta, Shouta, Shouta who was squirming behind him. And he couldn't breathe without fanning the heat that was twisting into him as his thighs trembled. Tightening. Squeezing into him fiercely.
His stomach was flexing as he thrusted faster, faster, faster into that slick hand with a shout flying out of him. A chant. A slur of Shouta, Shouta, Shouta in that pleading tone as that orgasm finally snapped over him. Rushing up his tense, shaking thighs on a tingling wave as he squeezed his eyes shut with a wail. Hoarse. His eyes rolled back on him as that insignificant pluck had his orgasm slamming over him in a white-hot wave that had his wail cresting up in volume and pitch. Slamming, choking, drowning.
And then he shoved his face into the bed to choke off his wail as he thrusted desperately into the black-haired man's hand. Fuck. He needed it; he hadn't known how badly he needed this. Shaking under the force of that orgasm as hot spurts landed onto his stomach. Jerking his hips in time with the throbbing pulses of his erection with fingers holding him tight, tight, tight. Shaking. Oh, oh, he wanted nothing more than to return the favor. Shaking in his aftershocks as the heat ripped him apart from the inside out.
His chest was heaving as he took gasping breaths in his tight pocket he'd made against the bed. Fuck, fuck! It was devouring, drowning him, and there was no out. No breath that didn't feed into another pulsing shot through his body. It was so fucking good. Ohhh, he couldn't get enough of those throbbing pulses that seemed to itch a scratch he hadn't been thinking about since last weekend. And then, then, then it was rushing out of him much too fast leaving him shaking as he thrusted weakly to aid the spurts leaving him.
A mess. Making a damn mess but fuck him if it didn't feel both satisfying and unsatisfying. The quiet clawing urge for another orgasm to tear through him when he let out a choked, keening whine when that pulsing ended. Leaving shaking as he panted when he let himself flop over onto his side. Legs sprawling out awkwardly due to Shouta being rested between them still. The hand holding him sliding away to grab his leg and heave it up over his head when his lower half dropped to the bed with a bounce.
Huffing as he forced his heavy lashes upwards to stare at the ceiling before rolling his head over the bed. Forcing his blurry gaze to focus on his flushed husband when he felt that jolt of arousal snap over him. He was beautiful. Lips and chin glistening from the lube, the blush smothering itself over his cheeks was stunning. Spreading down to his collar bones where his gaze drifted down to those hardened nipples as his chest heaved with his panting breaths. Down, down, down to the erection laying against his stomach.
It was flushed and thicker than anything as he squirmed before swallowing to help ease the dry prick to his throat as he panted. Then Shouta was moving; crawling forward with fingers brushing his hair away from his face where they clung to the thin sheen of sweat forming there when fingers drifted down his hot cheek when he let out a barking laugh. Fingers flicked the hair clinging to the thin layer of sweat away. Tucking it behind his ears when Shouta beant down to kiss at his forehead when he then giggled.
"Gu-Guess that shower was for nothin', huh, baby?" A smirk curled over glistening lips when he reached up to catch his hand before sliding it down to hold his wrist gently. Pressing his palm to his cheek when he let out a sharp sigh as he then swallowed again. Nuzzling his face into his husband's palm before pulling back. Licking his lips when he let his gaze flicker down to his stomach with a groan at the spurts cooling there. "We-We really did waste a sho-shower, didn't we? Doing al-all this?"
"Mmm, we-we did but it's fine! I'll ge-get you cleaned up and we'll ta-take it from there, yeah?" His husband smiled when a thumb slid along his cheek bone when he turned his head to nuzzle his palm before sliding his hand up his forehead when the black-haired man's other hand rose up. Brushing hair behind his ear with that hand then cupping his cheek. "So-So how were the cups? We-Were they worth it? Or not worth it? It-It didn't seem li-like you liked it much, you know?"
Humming as he tipped his face into those hands as thumbs slid along his cheeks with that silent adoration that had him utterly melting. Not the kisses he wanted but rather the touch of his husband's hands on his hot face? The gentle slides of thumbs on his cheeks? God, he was putty in his hands, and he had no idea. "I-It's definitely something to-to try differently! But fo-for now I kinda wanna fo-focus on you! You're still ha-hard, aren't you? You want me to he-help with that?"
Oh. Oh, he could see the temptation of his question flickering over his husband's face along with that hesitation in his sharp inhale. Hands pressed against his hot cheeks when he squeezed at his forearm before pushing himself up with that dizzy sway to his head. Leaning onto his left hand, he grinned widely at his husband when teeth dragged over that full bottom lip before he spoke. "Yo-You don't have to do an-"
"Baby, I lo-love you to fucking bits bu-but if you say I don't have to do an-anything I don't want too I will scream." Dark eyes narrowed on him when he then reached out to slid his hand along his thigh. Lifting it up to brush along the underside of that throbbing erection when his husband hissed in sharply again. "I-I know you're low en-energy and don't wa-want penetrative sex but I'm mo-more than happy to suck you off? Get you off wi-with me? I'll do an-anything that's not fucking you in-into the bed! Promise!"
And then those eyes were darting away from him as he swore, he watched that blush deepening. There was a coyness to the flutter of those lashes when his husband shuddered when he wrapped his fingers around that throbbing erection. Holding it in his grasp when his husband squirmed before eyes came back to him. A sparkle of playfulness to them. "I me-mean, I think I have a few ro-rounds in me! I thi-think I can handle one or two mo-mmore times! Wh-What about you? Ho-How does that sound?"
"Tha-That sounds fucking perfect to me, baby! Now lay back an-and let me take care of you, baby, ye-yeah? Le-Let me love on you and sho-show you what you deserve?"
"Yeah."