Shouta liked to believe he was a patient man. That he could keep his head and remain steadfast in waiting. For he knew that the wait leading up to what he wanted would be good. That it did nothing to whine and shout, cry and demand for something he simply couldn't have. It was one of the only things he was taught during his childhood that he could agree with. It was better to remain patient knowing something good was coming rather than wanting it right then and there. Especially when what he wanted was unavailable.
Couldn't be given to him. It was something he tried to press upon his daughter when her impatience would tear up to the surface. When she would whine and complain until she got what she had been pointing at. Wanting. It was something he tried to pass on to Hitoshi when the teen was far too impatient during their training. It was an emotion contagious and easily spread among a group or duo. It was counterproductive. Outside of sex, he knew he was patient. Steadfast. That he could keep himself inline as he waited.
There were rewards to waiting and he knew that this recent wait for him would be worth it. It was merely about bidding his time properly. About taking each piece as he could like a bitter pill. A reminder of what he couldn't have just yet, but God knows he wouldn't complain. When Hizashi had gotten his piercings, he knew it'd be a while. A wait that he wasn't sure he was ready for but who was he to tell his husband no? He knew he could voice his opinions. He could tell him about his thoughts on the matter.
Talk about the cos until he was blue in the face but at the end of the day it was up to his husband. And all he had to do was be there for him. Perhaps it was this mentality that had him putting off his desires for so long. Swallowing his longings in favor of focusing on Hizashi. It had been a reckless idea at the time to ignore his own desires so blatantly. One that merely led to a buildup of that sexual frustration between the both of them. Even if Hizashi was a bit late in the game when it came to feeling it with him.
Once that sexual frustration was satisfied there was another emotion beneath it all. A contagious impatience fanning between them. Something that, once identified, seemed intent on swallowing him up. Drowning him under the suffocating weight of it when he had a moment of quiet. Yet he knew better than to vocalize it. Knew that it couldn't possibly compare to what Hizashi had to be living through. His husband was hardly one to pay attention to his state of mind until it was blatantly clear to him. Undeniable.
He'd learned over the years to watch his husband. To keep a small tab of focus on the blonde in the events of a mood switch. His husband had never been the best at recognizing his emotional state let alone his mental and would rather suffer alone with it. Choke it down in favor of making those around him happy. It was something he never liked. It was cliché but he didn't want Hizashi to suffer through anything if he could help it. If he could do his best to make it better then he wanted to do it without a second thought.
While he wasn't wildly expressive in his emotions or very open about them but Hizashi? Oh, his husband was expressive. It was hard not to know what the blonde was feeling in a quiet moment together. When he could read that face in a public setting. The underlying emotion he could catch hidden beneath the surface. It was all in the set of those brows. Of his lips. In the way his eyes would often flicker away only to lock onto a point over someone's shoulder. Over their head. A carefully constructed blankness.
One that he had seen countless times in his husband. Hizashi was a complex but open book. He was easy to read one moment but other times it took a bit of time to understand him. To understand where he was at. And throughout the years he'd spent with his husband did he found himself clueless. Often lost when the blonde's moods fluctuated wildly. Going up and down, up and down, up and down. Doing so the emotional whiplash had them frustrated with one another. Frustration on his part for not understanding.
Frustration on Hizashi's that he didn't understand. It all came right down to it. Not understanding the root cause when those mood swings ran over his husband. Leaving them both drained with the outburst of emotions. Ones that went round and round until they could find a solution. Until he understood the best he could why Hizashi had been feeling what he'd been feeling. When Hizashi could understand his own point of view on his cluelessness. All off it stemming to an impatience for something the other had been clueless about.
Hadn't vocalized properly. A silent longing that couldn't be ignored a second longer as it burst into a problem. A situation neglected between them. And he could see it happening in the week before his husband's doctor appointment. An impatience that would come over the blonde when he was laying out beneath him. When he was twisting and arching into his hands with breathless pleas leaving him with that longing dripping in his words. Growling back vulgar words at him as he twisted until he was jerking against him.
It was always gone the second they were finished but there was a dissatisfaction to that gaze he couldn't help but ache over. His own longing gripping him tighter, tighter, tighter. As if there was a key in his back being twisted with each time they tried to do something. To relieve that sexual tension. He was proud he could get his husband off so effortless but sometimes it wasn't enough. Sometimes hands, words, kisses and hickey's left behind weren't enough. And he had to admit to himself it certainly wasn't.
He wanted the blonde just as fervently as he wanted in response. A fervent desire threatening to leave him feverish in its way. Aching so intensely it could bring him to his damn knees. He couldn't have what he wanted. Hizashi couldn't have what he wanted. Not a single soul had told them that they couldn't do as they wanted when the swelling was gone. Never said anything about not touching. But the blonde had been holding out for his doctor's appointment since the beginning of their third week.
Held out throughout the fourth yet it was easier once they had found their new normal for the time being. When he could do anything and everything, he could to get his husband off. To help ease the tenseness he could see gathering in those freckled shoulders throughout the day. Something that he could see was ripping his husband apart from the inside out. Leaving him helpless under. And he felt the same. God, did he feel it. It was a suffocating feeling that he wanted out of his system. Wanted to forget about but couldn't.
It was something that they had come together to talk about come Sunday morning before his husband's appointment. An in-depth conversation about the possibilities that they could be facing. About not getting that greenlight for sexual activity. About getting it and what they'd do. It was a quiet conversation murmured over coffee that had him hopeful. Sitting at their dining room table when a dam seemed to break in the blonde. Laid out between the two of them with an honesty to the words spoken it left him aching.
Had him answering in reply to the frustrations he had. The impatience eating at him. It left him grateful Hizashi and himself worked so hard at that open communication. Established an open channel for them to come to one another like they had been. It was far too easy for that understanding to be established. It was bitter to say but he'd expressed his guilt. The guilt that gnawed at him day in and day out. Left him feeling greedy. Selfish. And it wasn't what he wanted when it came to sex with his husband,
And Hizashi, from what he saw, understood it. It was an emotionally heavy conversation he knew he should have waited until the afternoon to have. When he was more alert and awake after he'd had at least two cups more of coffee but he wanted it out of the way. He didn't know when he'd be able to bring it up in a conversation with his husband. When he'd be able to express them in the healthy manner his husband had always suggested they did. To keep their communication open as to avoid the worry he couldn't say it.
It was all too easy to plan out their solutions weak as they were in the moment. All of it depending on the answer that Hizashi would get the next day. He was more than hopeful that he'd get the okay. The swelling was nonexistent, hadn't been for a week from what he'd seen but that light red hue to the skin remained. It was fading as he knew it was merely irritation, but it was still what gave his husband pause. With everything out in the open he'd felt lighter. It was a bottled up emotion he hadn't truly explored the depth of.
Something Hizashi clearly hadn't done either when he saw that pinched emotion at his husband's face. Hands locked on under his chin pulled apart as he was coaxed to the living room where he'd been tucked close to the blonde as he draped his legs over his lap. It wasn't a magically solved problem but rather one he knew they'd have to work out in the future. Especially if Hizashi would be adding the final three piercings to complete the ladder next year. And he wanted to ease those heavy emotions of that morning.
Giving affection he'd been far more content to indulge in. Giving Hizashi those most simplistic wants and desires that he hadn't spoken up on. In covering that cheek in kisses until it was turning pink. Crooning those sweet words back at him playfully only for the blonde to dissolve into giggles. To feel lips pecking over his own face in soft kisses he happily gave. Relished in the hands dancing over his sides and back as he tugged at blonde locks. Snickering at the ridiculousness of it all as Hizashi giggled into his neck.
Draining his second cup of coffee with Hizashi sipping at his own. Clutching him so close he swore he could have slid into his husband's lap. It wasn't until Eri appeared in the doorway with her bedhead and wide eyes did they pull apart. Her own sleepy giggles mixing in with his husband's as she was scooped up into his arms as they flew to the kitchen. He was more than content to sit up on the counter with their daughter. Watching as Hizashi began to undergo breakfast preparations before Hitoshi woke.
It was a morning spent with Eri inevitably taking up residence in his lap as Hizashi tucked himself into his side. Hitoshi sitting in the arm chair with his phone in hand. He'd never known he needed such a slow day. A day without that mounting frustration and guilt eating at him each time hands tugged at his clothes. For no matter how eagerly, he agreed to sex the other day, he'd been ridden with guilt afterwards. He always felt greedy taking so much from his husband who couldn't enjoy it properly.
To have a day without thinking about it had been a breath of fresh air. A change he hadn't known he wanted to get him away from those heavier emotions. An easy day to shower his husband and daughter in the affection they so clearly wanted from him. While he couldn't provide a smothering affection, he was happy to give what he could to them. Doing so until Eri was begging to go outside in the backyard. Hours were filled with snow being tracked in and out over the floor in slick puddles each time.
They came in for good after Eri's request as he settled on lunch plans with Hitoshi giving him a helping hand. He hadn't been the least bit surprised when Hitoshi had left only to come back with Denki tight on his heels. Awkwardly weaving in the doorway as he got lunch underway as Hitoshi alternated his conversations. It was a routine they repeated come dinner time after Hizashi and Eri had come inside after the girl had complained about her soaked gloves. It was only once she was tucked on Hizashi's lap.
And for the first time did he firmly have that hope. That it would work out in the long run as he shuffled about the kitchen to get dinner done. It was only once he started that Hizashi joined him in the kitchen. Hands remaining on his waist whenever possible as he shuffled about. Dinner at the table being the loud, expressive affair it was as Hitoshi ate quietly next to him. Eri, one the other hand, watched with delight as the blondes spoke. Often looking to him before copying her father's wild gestures with her own small hands.
Absolutely over the moon as she got them right when she'd look to him only to beam at him when he smiled. It was after dinner he had been tugged onto Hizashi's lap with Eri tucking herself close to his side. Cuddling up to him as they watched their after dinner movie. A routine Eri refused to let them forget about. It was only when she was tugging on his hands, and he was bringing her up to help brush out her hair. Tying it back gently, he felt that hope again. Going about her bedtime routine with a faint shake to his hands.
Something he had been all too relieved she never picked up on it. Questioned the brief crack when he'd been crooning that lullaby to her or when he'd been reading her story to her. It was only when he was brushing her hair from her forehead for a kiss did she question him. A quiet curiosity he soothed quickly before turning on her lamp as she rolled over. He shut the door behind him gently after doing so. Rushing down the hallway to the stairs with a tight grip on the railings to propel him down the steps quietly.
Fast on the tips of his toes without fear of falling down them. Using his grip on the banister to spin himself into the hallway off of the last step. Catching Hizashi flying about the lower half of the house to make sure all was locked up. He'd happily let himself be swept up into the blonde's arms as his feet lifted off the floor. Allowed himself to walked into the bedroom with that hope palpable between them. It was hard to fall asleep when Hizashi was squirming next to him. Fidgets he couldn't help but mirror.
Especially when he let himself fall into a quiet conversation where he signed back. Trying to keep his hope for a good answer out of his tone. His face. Yet the blonde seemed to read him perfectly when lips fluttered over his face when he was pulled close. Sleep had felt impossible. Laying on the pillow listening to the quiet breaths being taken with hair rustling over the pillow cases. Fidgeting feet he tried to keep from nudging Hizashi's. Restless. It was a feeling he could only relate to Christmas as a child.
The night before a birthday party. He was excited. And when he woke in the morning? Well, he'd never been a fan of Mondays but this one held significance. It had only been his twisting and squirming that woke his husband who had been rather bright eyed when he glanced at the clock. Both of them had flown into their morning routine with that eagerness. Watching Hizashi struggle with his hair as the bathroom filled with the fumes of his hairspray and hair gel. Nauseatingly overwhelming but he held his tongue about it.
It was a cloying, sharp scent of their morning routine when he'd been allowed into the bathroom after Hizashi was finished with his hair. Jumping into the shower before going about his routine filled with brushing his teeth and scrubbing his face as Hizashi chattered at him. With his duffel was over his shoulder, he'd accepted a thermos of coffee from his husband when he'd been shoving his feet into his boots in the bedroom. Flying out of it to find Hizashi finishing the buns in Eri's hair quickly as he could.
After making sure the cats were fed, lunches were grabbed, and coats thrown on with bags shoved into hands. Out the door with Hizashi locking up behind them before they were dropping Eri off. Heading to U.A as Hizashi all but bounced in his seat his styled hair hit off the roof of the car. A hilarious sight and sound if he was honest with himself. And work, surprisingly enough, had helped him relax. Helped him to focus on something other than that doctors appointment that his husband would be going too.
Helped him ground himself through the hope that had been clutching at him since the previous night. It flared when he was meeting up with Hizashi, yet the blonde insisted on a quiet lunch in his room. There did they had another brief talk about the possible outcomes of the appointment. Trying to make himself eat when Hizashi whined he was merely fussing with his food. From there he was able to lose himself in his afternoon classes. Gathering papers from small assignments and homework passed back to him.
It had been a blur when he was dismissing his class with a wave of his hands only to have his students jumping up. As if they were eager to rush outside despite the snowy conditions. It was only once his class had emptied did his husband appear in his doorway. A sparkle to his gaze with spots of color in his cheeks that were unmistakable as he rushed over. That bright smile on his lips that had his own twitching when lips attacked his face. The promise leaving Hizashi that he'd keep him in the loop about the appointment.
Text him updates should he want them which he heartily agreed with. It had been a brief exchange before his husband had flown out of the classroom with that excited sparkle in his gaze. It was a hope so palpable it was painful. A hope that had followed him throughout his afternoon. Waiting for his husband to update him with those intervals he'd used. Sometimes with pictures in magazines the blonde had been looking at. Posters on the wall. And the final text had been a picture of the exam room.
That had been five hours ago.
He let his gaze flick to his phone sitting silently on the desk next to his lamp. The soft yellow light washing over his hands as his phone screen remained black. Not a ping had been given from his husband's spammed texts when he'd been sitting in the office. Nothing. His pen tapped lightly on the corner of the page he was grading. Quiet save for the soft music filtering through his laptop speakers on his bed. It wasn't at all like Hizashi to go silent when he'd been spam texting. When he had promised to keep him in the loop.
The quiet tap of his pen had his knuckles digging into his cheek as he leaned against it before turning his attention back to the paper. The soft scratch as he marked another question on the paper only to frown to himself. Why did it seem that his students always fluctuated between high and low grades? This time it seemed that Todoroki and Denki had traded places. The blonde teen having a much better score, but Todoroki's had gone down a point or two. He crossed then rocked his feet idly beneath his desk.
Humming quietly to himself. The screen in his window rattled lightly with a sudden gust of wind bringing with it ice. Striking at his window as he marked off another answer. He knew he realistically could pick up his phone right now. Send a text inquiring about why the blonde had suddenly gotten quiet. Why had he stopped texting? It had his fingers tightening on his pen as the soft scratch of the ball point on the paper sounded out instead. He wanted to stay patient. He wanted to let Hizashi reach out first.
He didn't want to bombard his husband with texts as was done to him consistently from the man. He didn't want to seem nosey but was it nosey if this was his husband? Would it be seen as concern? Or would it be seen as selfish? Like he was looking for nothing more than to get in Hizashi's pants? All he wanted was sex? It had his jaw clenching at the thought when he adjusted his grip on the pen. Reading over the answer for a question as he let out a slow breath through his nose. He didn't want to be in Hizashi's face about it.
Didn't want to make it seem like he was interested in only one thing. It wasn't at all what he wanted to convey. What he had been trying so hard over the past week to convey even if he had whispered otherwise. Or would it be seen as improv? An erotic fantasy he'd made up to get his husband off? His jaw ached lightly when he clenched it further. Staring down at the page as he marked off the question with a soft scratch before he began to tally up the score. Tapping the end of his pen lightly on the paper with each count.
Flipping the page over, he wrote the score on the top. Flipping it over to the side to join the others he'd graded so far. Grinding his knuckles against his cheek, his eyes flicked to his phone again. Willing it to light up. Willing his husband to text him. Trying to hold on to the patience that was slipping from his grasp with each hour that had slipped by. Each hour that had passed since his last call with Hizashi. Focusing instead on grading Ashido's paper, he listened to the soft scratch of his pen over the paper.
Rocking his feet lightly beneath the desk. A habit he'd picked up on from his husband. It was relaxing, surprisingly. The soft scratch of his pen. The music playing from his laptop speakers softly paired with the quiet whir of the fans as it sat propped on a stand. The wind rattling at the screen. Even the light rocking of his feet. All of it was easy to lull him into a relaxation he needed to hold onto. Grounded him as he gripped at the plastic of his pen. The day had been quite the blur. Something he was surprisingly thankful for.
Through the excitement he shared with Hizashi down to the fights he'd broken up. Countless spats between his students that had his shoulders tensing. The constant jabs from Nemuri with her blatant innuendos that his husband tried not to feed into. The phone call he'd gotten about a spat his own daughter had with one of her classmates. It was exhausting but all served for a flow throughout the day to carry him through. He sighed through his nose softly when a softer song started to play from the laptop.
A change that he looked over instinctively at. It was one of his husband's favorites. A favorite of his own with its slow rhythm. He hummed before forcing his gaze back down to the paper to continue his grading. The screen rattled against the window lightly with another strong gust of wind that brought with it a quiet howl. His hair swayed lightly against his back with the momentum of his rocking feet. A lock of hair threatened to slither over his ear as it slipped loose from the hair tie. He felt that itching urge again.
To scoop up his phone. Just to check. He forced his fingers to move instead as he marked a few questions. There was an odd feeling to the dorms at night. It was a lonely feeling with not a soul out in the halls, yet he knew there were a few other teachers up. Grading just like himself yet it felt solitary. As if he had his own little universe in his room. He squished his cheek lightly with the firm press to his fist as his eyes burned with that dry itch. No doubt from the consistent soft light spilling over his hands.
Contrasting with the darker lighting around him. He didn't see a need in turning his overhead light on or to turn on the small lamp he'd brought with him. It would only serve as a beckon for snowballs at his window for a dare. Coworkers knocking at his door should they see the light under it. And he was in no mood to have to wrangle the more problematic of Problem Children he had in his class. No mood to be dragged into a debate with Nemuri about whether dragon dildos or regular ones piqued his interest at all.
Which one would be good to use on a partner or themselves. She had gone so far as to send him a link to a website after their "debate" that he'd tried to shut down. It had the back of his neck burning to recall that conversation. It was a ridiculous tactic from her that he regretted being sucked into but he at least knew the tells. The subtle questions that would warn him should the topic turn dirty. Into something far too outlandish. While he had not a problem discussing sex toys, he'd rather not do it in the common area.
Certainly not around Yagi or Ectoplasm where both always looked on with a mortified curiosity. It was this that led him to keep his lights off at night. If he wanted to do grading, then he'd turn his desk lamp on. Even if the constant soft yellow light had his eyes burning dryly. Had his eyes struggling to adjust to the darkness when he looked away. There was no other solution he could think of that worked better than this. Circling another question, he flipped the paper with a quiet whisper as he began to grade the back of it.
His stomach clenched then with a quiet growl that had him pinching his lips together. Regretting that he hadn't eaten more at lunch when Hizashi had been fussing at him. He could always run out and get something before it began snowing again. Find something in the kitchen that he could pop into the microwave to eat as a fast meal if he had too. Later. He'd do it later if he got any hungrier before he went to bed. Marking off a few questions with a soft scratch of his pen, he felt a yawn bubbling its way up.
Keeping his jaw tight, he inhaled slowly through his nose only for it to fly out quickly in an attempt to stop it in its tracks. To keep from triggering another one when he lifted his head up. Sliding his hand up to rub at his eyes with a heavy sigh. Digging his fingers in as he scrubbed at them before dropping his hand away to curl into a fist. Leaned his cheek against it again. Slumping forward once again as he blinked at the glow of his hand beneath the lighting. Glinting off his pen lightly when he began marking off questions again.
Rocking his feet faster when he found himself glancing at his phone again despite the best effort to keep from doing so. Tearing his eyes away from the dark screen. He rolled his shoulders back before settling back into the relaxation he'd made for himself. The comfort of it all. Soothing even as the song ended only for another to take its place with that same easy, slow speed. His husband always liked peppy, bubbly songs that held a sweetness. Put him in a good mood. Motivated. He liked slower tempos.
Slow songs meant to ache. The slow type he knew he had listened to countless times in the past when smoking a bowl with his husband. It was good. Heavenly. There was nothing he loved more than being tucked close to Hizashi as that low music played. When he could melt against his side. His chest as he rode out that high of his while his husband wrapped his arms around him tightly. It was the same when he decided to drink. When he went from tipsy into a drunken state, his husband would tug him onto his lap.
Playing with his hair with light tugs that had him melting as his head was coaxed to a shoulder. He'd been so worried in the beginning of his husband's sobriety. When he'd been afraid to drink when he was three years in but the blonde had waved it off. Encouraged him to do so if he wanted. And as much as he worried over it bothering his husband, the blonde never batted a lash. He merely hovered close to keep an eye on him while exhibiting that restraint in order of focusing on him. On making sure he was okay.
And now a days, the blonde wasn't afraid to join him for a glass of wine once in a blue moon. He hardly ever finished a glass or started a second but it was nice. Unbelievably so. Humming softly to himself, he quickly flew through the final three questions on the back with a scratch of his pen over the paper. Counting the answers to begin tallying them up for the score as he flipped the paper over again. Counting up before writing the score on the top as he added it to the pile. Sighing quiet at the name on his new page.
Starting in on Bakugo's paper, he truly wanted to skip it all. To give the blonde the one hundred he and the blonde both knew he'd get. Skimming over the questions, he moved his pen to mark off the questions quickly in rapid succession. One right after the other as he shifted his weight in his chair making it squeak lightly. Getting to the bottom of the page, he pinched at the edge to flip it over when his phone pinged cheerfully. The screen glowing up at him prompting his eyes to flick over instinctively.
A response to the sudden bright light of the screen. A text message was waiting to be read. From Hizashi. It had his heart pounding as it jumped up to his throat to strangle him. A picture? What could it be? A picture of one of their cats to make up for the silence? For being ghosted like that for five hours? His fingers tightened on the pen in his hand as he flipped the paper in his grip over before placing his phone down. Taking a breath, he straightened up in his chair in a stretch before grabbing his phone.
Unlocking the screen, he cleared his throat as his elbows thudding lightly on the desk's surface. He took another deep breath. In. Out. He tapped on the notification, opening up their chat, only to feel his tight jaw slacken. Dropping open slightly as heat stung at the tips of his ears. It was hardly the most scandalous thing he'd ever received from his husband. Hizashi, just like himself, always aimed for a good quality for their pictures to one another should they be in that flirty mood. To send a risqué picture once in a while.
Something that both would like to look at without being embarrassed over quality. For Hizashi, it was more important than anything to make it good. The blonde always insisted he liked to give him something to look at. Something to save for later. And this picture was clearly known differently although the angle was a bit awkward. The blonde was, from what he could tell, standing before their full-length mirror, they kept in the bedroom. In fact, it did reflect the corner of their bed and the room behind him.
But it wasn't what he wanted to focus on. No, the sight of Hizashi reflected in it ate up his focus. His attention. A hand was buried in those wild blonde locks as a hip cocked itself slightly. The low lighting caught the jewelry of his husband's nipple piercings that had been changed out. Silver hoops that caught the light in a playful wink. Just like that tongue piercing did with the blonde sticking his tongue out. The pajama pants he wore were a pair from his silky purple set that hung low on his hips.
Showed of the sharp angle of them as they dipped down. It was always hard to see from a distance in pictures like this but he knew that happy trail was on display. Especially when pants were lowered just enough to that point, he knew that dusting of hair would give way. Thicken into the neatly groomed pubic hair covering his husband's pelvis. There were spots of color on his husband's cheeks and a glint to that gaze. Wicked. It was a look that told him Hizashi knew exactly what he was doing when he was taking that picture.
When he took it. And it had him flushed. Had heat flashing under his skin at the sight of it as he marveled over the sight when he looked down at three little dots dancing at the bottom of it. What had he done to warrant a picture like that? It had been so long since he'd gotten a picture like that. So long since he sent a picture like that. God, he'd have to send a picture back just to make it even. He wanted too. That picture, by far, had to be his favorite. Taking place of that one Hizashi sent him in Nemuri's car a year ago.
Zashi-chan: So, you know how at lunch we said not to get our hopes up?
Sho-chan: ofc i do
Sho-chan: does it hve anythin 2 do with u prctically flashing me? 😉
Zashi-chan: Oh, so you like that, huh? 😉
Sho-chan: and if i do? wht then? 😏
Zashi-chan: Then I'd say that's VERY good for me 😉
Zashi-chan: But anyways I think our hope worked! Positive output into the world, manifesting and all that good shit!
Zashi-chan: Because I got cleared, baby! Oral and hands are a go! 😘
Sho-chan: wht bout actual sex tho? r u good 4 tht? or longer?
Zashi-chan: The doctor told me that I should wait until Sunday?
Zashi-chan: But, like, sex can honestly happen at any time! The redness is going away and no swelling?
Zashi-chan: He just said to look out for irritation or bleeding while in the condom! I even cross checked with the piercer and she said the same!
Zashi-chan: So like in a couple days? 😏😉
Sho-chan: thts fuckin amazing Zashi
Sho-chan: cn u tell me y it took u 5 hours to tell me tho?
Zashi-chan: Because I won't lie that I got kinda preoccupied this afternoon 😅
Sho-chan: "preoccupied" huh? i hear u loud & clear Zashi 😏
Zashi-chan: Ha! You wish! I was chasing around YOUR daughter all afternoon long!
Sho-chan: oh, my dghter? i thought she was OUR dghter?
Zashi-chan: You know good and well what I mean! She's a MEACE, Shouta, because you're raising her to be one!
Sho-chan: says the man who ALSO lkes to spoil her rottn
Sho-chan: but again tht dsnt expln Y u never texted once u were cleared
Zashi-chan: I knooooow, I'm sorry! I was awful for doing that, I really was!
Zashi-chan: How about I make it up to you?
Sho-chan: how r u gonna make it up to me? 😉
Zashi-chan is typing .…
Placing his phone down, he flexed out his fingers with a slow breath. It was truly breathtaking. Like someone had given him amazing knew only to knock his feet out beneath him to make him sit. Leaving him breathless. Wheezing in the absence of standing but so grateful it had been done. He had tried so hard not to hope. Hizashi, for all his positive mentality, had dared not hope aloud either. Even if he knew the healing was going much better than he realized it still wavered. It was a cautious hope.
But to have it confirmed? It was like getting a golden ticket. The free pass after five long weeks. If anything, he was happier for his husband. Happier that not only did he get the relief of knowing he could do something about it but that he did everything right. Did everything perfectly. For he knew that piercings were touch and go. Hell, his own studs in his ears nearly had to come out at one point due to an infection despite having done everything perfectly. Something could be done right the entire time but still go wrong.
That much was a fact of life but to know that they had hoped and won? It had him buzzing in his own skin ready to crawl out of it. Shifting in his chair making it squeak as he lifted his shaking hands up to rub at his face. He only wished Hizashi had told him earlier. Though he had not a doubt Eri was running the poor man ragged given it was a Monday. The first day of the school week was always hectic with their daughter but he wished he'd known sooner. Had time to process the fact that they could have their old normalcy.
To have processed the news he'd been hoping, praying, and crossing his fingers they'd get. Grinding his fingers into his eyes, he dragged them down his cheeks with a light tug. The three little dots were dancing along the bottom of his screen. Then they disappeared. Came back for a second before disappearing again. It was impossible not to know what Hizashi wanted. What he wanted but given he was away at the dorms? It was impossible to act upon those quiet wants that had been doing nothing but building.
Eating him up from the inside out. He wanted to go home now. He wanted to scoop the blonde up into his arms as he squealed at him. Wanted fingers twisting into his hair as lips covered his own before being dragged towards their bed. He wouldn't care if they didn't make it there. He didn't care if he was bent over the edge. If clothes never came all the way off. If they never made it past the entry way. He wanted to touch those freckled cheeks. Wanted to twist his own fingers into the long, silky blonde locks.
To inhale the woodsy cologne his husband wore day in and day out. The one that went best with his citrusy, fruity scented soaps. He wanted to feel that warmth under his skin. Wanted to be there. If anything, he knew Hizashi would pick him up right now if he said it. If he texted for him to come and pick him up from the dorms. Yet he couldn't. Wouldn't let himself drop everything for sex. It wasn't the end all or be all of their relationship but he couldn't deny he wanted to be home. He wanted the aftercare.
Wanted to share the bliss that came after an orgasm with his husband. To cover his flushed face in kisses and target the smatterings of freckles over his cheeks. The bridge of his nose. It was an odd thing to long for when he had seen Hizashi merely hours ago. When he had been able to press a few kisses to those foundation covered cheeks. A few parting kisses before he'd left. A ping from his phone had him blinking himself out of his thoughts as he pulled his hands from his cheeks to scoop up his phone again.
Zashi-chan: I have quite a few ideas on how to make it up to you, baby!
Zashi-chan: Ideas I'm sure that you'd going fucking nuts over 😉
Sho-chan: oh? is tht a prmise or a threat Zashi?
Zashi-chan: A promise 😉
Zashi-chan: But seriously? I appreciate you being so patient with all of this, Sho!
Zashi-chan: I know it hasn't been exactly easy with you bottling everything up until recently 😟
Sho-chan: its fine Zashi rlly it is
Sho-chan: its ur body & if u wanna tpierce ur dick then you can & i'll help u thru it 😌
Zashi-chan: I know but still! After our talk yesterday, I know it hasn't been easy with it all!
Zashi-chan: To go from a VERY active sex life down to near nothing?
Zashi-chan: I don't know how you weren't ripping your hair out! Or mine, for that matter 😅
Sho-chan: like i said it is wht it is & if gettin urself pierced is wht u want then who am i to tell u no?
Sho-chan: all tht mttrs is i can TOUCH u again
Sho-chan: tht it doesnt feel off balance btwn us anymore bc it did Zashi
Zashi-chan: I know and I know I can't make you feel differently about it all, baby
Zashi-chan: But just remember next time, yeah? Just because I don't get off with you doesn't mean I don't enjoy every second of it
Zashi-chan: So just keep it in mind, okay?
Sho-chan: ofc i will
Sho-chan: and not to go off topic bt can u srsly say u didnt masturbate ONCE tday? Bc theres no WAY Eri kept u busy tht long
Zashi-chan: Welllll, I guess you could say before the picture I might've done something 😉
Zashi-chan: But I honestly didn't wanna get carried away with it
Zashi-chan: Not unless it was with you 😉😏
Sho-chan: oh? u wanna get frisky wit it do u? wht if i said no bc im grading?
Zashi-chan: I mean, if you wanna grade rather than jerk off with your husband I get it!
Zashi-chan: Just know I'm down to do it any time tonight! I'm all ready to go 😉
Sho-chan: oh r u? 😏
Zashi-chan: Oh, I absolutely AM, baby!
Zashi-chan: Wanna see? 😏
Sho-chan: r u sayin ur hrd alrdy? 😏
Zashi-chan: Not completely yet! I'm gettin' there! You still interested though? 😉
Sho-chan: yessss
Zashi-chan: [ ]
Zashi-chan: Like what ya see? 😏
A scoff left him as he felt the heat gathering in the back of his neck. Stinging in the tips of his ears as he leaned back in his chair with a light squeak. He knew he shouldn't start this. Knew it but did he start it? Hizashi sent the first picture, hadn't he? And he'd taken the bait. Hook, line, and sinker. He'd been dedicated to starting then finishing his grading. To keep anything from hovering over his head by the time he went home. Yet this? This was thrilling. Mutual masturbation wasn't something they avoided.
However, it had certainly been a while. It had heat flickering under his skin before settling in a smolder along his bones. His stomach twisted when he moved his left hand up to rub over his lips before sliding it up to scrub at his eyes. He knew it wasn't smart but fuck if he didn't want to do it. He wanted too. Dropping his hand away from his eyes, he took a slow breath before tapping on the picture to blow it up on his screen. It was an awkward angle that his husband had shown yet his eyes were riveted to it.
To the purple pajama pants, he still wore that rested low to show that happy trail he'd missed in the first picture. Far more visible than it had been at a distance. The up close view allowed him to marvel over the toned flex he could see caught in the picture. Shifting no doubt before he had taken the picture. The blonde's left hand paused along the waistband of his pajama pants in what could be guessed at as a caress. Caught in the picture as glistening green nails caught the flash of the camera with a glossy sheen.
The wink of his golden wedding band on his ring finger. Just below them he let his gaze fall on what he knew the blonde had been implying at. Taking his time to admire the picture as a whole before his eyes were locking onto the up close view of the blonde's groin. The faint bulge of a forming hard on that was all too evident by the loose pajama pants. It had his lips parting slightly with a trembling breath leaving him when he shifted in his seat. Felt his dick twitch with interest at the sight of that up close picture.
And while there was no possible way of seeing his husband's face he knew it was there. That wicked, delighted smirk that would curl over his husband's lips. Reflect in a glitter within those dilated green eyes. An evil look that had his skin ripping with heat just to recall. His dick twitching again at the image his brain was more than happy to provide him. He felt the heat burning in the back of his neck rush to his cheeks with a tingle. The corners of his mouth twitched before a wide grin curled over them.
He pushed away from his desk. Leaving behind the soft yellow light that had been reflecting off of his phone. Making the pale hue of his skin glow up at him. Crossing his legs, he bounced his foot lightly as he took a deep breath. If he wanted this then he had to be confident. He had to be upfront with his husband about it. God knows how many serious conversations they'd had in the last five weeks. They were only a week fresh into February and he was exhausted emotionally. He wanted something to unwind himself.
While the responsibilities in that stack of papers called to him, he wanted to forsake it. Because surely it would be fine? If he took what he wanted? They weren't due to be passed back until Friday. Plenty of time to sit and grade those along with any other papers he got. And he wanted to take this chance. He wanted to do this. It had heat swelling from his bones up to claw under the surface of his skin. Would it really be so bad to give himself a small break? Especially if his husband would be joining him?
Getting off with him? Touching himself just like he'd be doing to himself? It was exciting. Exhilarating. There was nothing he wanted more than to have that knowledge of it. To know Hizashi would be getting off just like he had countless times. That he'd be able to touch him when he went home. He swallowed when his phone was pinging in a rapid back-to-back manner with a vibration accompanying each message. It had him looking back to the screen instinctively to find one text after the other flooding his screen.
Zashi-chan: Sho? You still there, baby?
Zashi-chan: Or did you actually choose to finish your grading?
Zashi-chan: Which is fine! Totally fine!
Zashi-chan: Not everyone wants to sext and that's perfectly fine!
Zashi-chan: You don't have to do anything you don't want to, baby! If you wanna work then work!
Sho-chan: how do u evn manage to do tht?
Sho-chan: u dnt gotta panic all the time Zashi
Zashi-chan: I know! But I don't want you to feel pressured about it! 😟😫
Sho-chan: ur not pressuring me into anythin
Sho-chan: i WANT to
Zashi-chan: 😳
Zashi-chan: You do? Really?
Sho-chan: rlly
Sho-chan: bc i DO lke wht i see Zashi
Sho-chan: i alwys do 😉
Zashi-chan: OH
Zashi-chan: Oh, do you now? 😉
Zashi-chan: If you like it so much then I bet you're REAL excited about being able to touch it?
Zashi-chan: I'd bet anything that the second you got home you'd be on your knees, wouldn't you? 😏
Zashi-chan: Impatient little thing you are, I'd bet you shove me up against the front door like you did before, wouldn't you?
Sho-chan: u act lke we wuld make it home witout u draggin me in the backseat Zashi 😏
Sho-chan: tbh i think ud jump my bones the second u saw me, wuldnt u?
Zashi-chan: Maybe I would! Maybe I'd say fuck it and drag you in the bathroom during our lunch break
Zashi-chan: Let you do whatever the fuck you wanted with me before we had to go back to work
Zashi-chan: But you'd like that shit, wouldn't you? If I dragged you off? Let you choke yourself on my cock in a public bathroom because you're so desperate for it?
Sho-chan: and i bet ud love it if i didnt put up a fight wuld u?
Sho-chan: id bet ud shove me under ur desk in the staff room & mke me suck u off
Sho-chan: pull on my hair whn im too loud & fuckin choke me with it
Zashi-chan: Oh, I'd pull on that pretty hair of yours the entire TIME
Zashi-chan: Fuck your throat under the table when you know others are around?
Zashi-chan: I KNOW you'd fuckin eat it up, wouldn't you?
Zashi-chan: Being used as nothing more than a whore under the desk? Choking on a cock like you're some sex addicted slut?
Zashi-chan: I bet you'd want me to fuck you in the staff room on my desk, wouldn't you? Bend you over and ignore anyone who came in?
Sho-chan: and id bet ud get off just as hrd wuldnt u? cuz u LIKE rubbin it in others faces u hve me dont u?
Sho-chan: god id let u do it tho
Sho-chan: id let u fuck me over your desk if it meant i got 2 hve u
Zashi-chan: Oh yeah? You want me to fuck you right now?
Sho-chan: YES
Zashi-chan: Are you hard, baby?
Zashi-chan: Wanna tell me what you're doing right now? 😉
Sho-chan: u 1st
Zashi-chan: Oh, me first, huh? You just want me to say it first so you don't get all flustered, don't you?
Zashi-chan: But if you REALLY wanna know I'll absolutely tell you
Zashi-chan: But I wanna see a pic first, pleaseeee? Let me see you?
Sho-chan: u rlly tlk like this is a hostage negotiation Zashi 😐
Zashi-chan: It's a simple exchange! I tell you and you send me a pic!
Zashi-chan: If it makes it more even, I'll not only tell you but I'll send you a picture of myself if it makes you more comfortable?
Sho-chan: yeah
Sho-chan: just dnt label it "Little Mic" like the lst 1
Zashi-chan: Awwww, so you DON'T want to see my cock?
Zashi-chan: You don't wanna see how hard I am for you?
Sho-chan: I i do but i dnt need my HUSBAND callin his cock Little Mic 😑
Zashi-chan: Fine, fine! I won't call it that if you hate it so much!
Zashi-chan: Do you wanna send a pic first? Or do you want me to send one first?
Sho-chan: gve me a sec & i cn go 1st since u sent the 1st pic
Zashi-chan: What a gentleman!
Zashi-chan: Well, go on! Show me how hard you are for me, baby?
Zashi-chan: Show me how bad you want me?
Fuck.
He felt breathless. His face was uncomfortably hot as he shifted in his seat when he adjusted the grip on his phone. Swallowing down a groan clawing at his throat, he couldn't deny the fact Hizashi had pressed his buttons. Had pressed them in the right order to get him flushed. To get him hot as his hand tightened around his hardening dick. Felt the excited twitch beneath his palm as he clenched his jaw with pinched lips to keep himself quiet. Kneading weakly at himself halfway through that text exchange
God knows Hizashi wouldn't notice a difference in his awful texting. He swallowed down another sound clawing at his throat when he gave a firmer grip that had his hips bucking up causing the chair to rattle. Heat clawed restlessly beneath the surface of his skin. Eating at him bit by bit. Kneading at himself with an exertion of force against himself, he let his head drop back as he let out a slow breath. It was impossible not to feel a bit awkward. Paranoid that someone would hear him. The walls were awful here.
That he knew that for a damn fact. There was a rush to it all that he knew he should feel disgusted at. knew he should feel mortified when Hizashi had implied he'd like doing anything sexual in public. But he didn't God, he didn't. That afternoon in the café bathroom still remained the absolute highlight of sex that even slightly tapped into that exhibitionism. And the words Hizashi painted were colorful. Created an image that had him squeezing one leg over the other with the intent to hold back just a moment longer.
To stop the reaction to the texts that had lit him ablaze. A rush of heat down his back that had merely fed under his skin the second he'd read them. God, did he want it. Wanted that thrill. He wanted Shifting in his chair again with a squeak from it, he took a breath as he took a deep breath before uncrossing his legs. Planting his feet to the floor, his gaze flicked back down towards his lap. Adjusting his position in the chair, he spread his thighs apart as he closed out their chat. Tapping open his camera, he hesitated briefly.
Looking over at his desk where the soft yellow lighting spilled over the surface of it. A contrast to the darker lighting of his dorm room that he was angled towards. How did he do this? He was far from self-conscious when it came to sending dirtier texts to his husband. To sending nudes along with the "tasteful nudes" Hizashi always liked to give him. There was nothing self-conscious or embarrassing about it as he sat there. What he truly cared about was the lighting. For every dick picture was awful.
From what he'd seen and taken in the past, he knew from firsthand experience. Knew what did and didn't make it better but lighting was definitely important when it came to the picture. Angles could be discussed and fussed with, but lighting could make it or break it. Make it bearable or unbearable. The last thing he wanted was t o use the flash on his phone to take the picture, but he would be damned if he turned his lights on. If someone caught him in the midst of sexting his husband like a horny teenager.
He'd be damned. Dragging his teeth over his bottom lip, he spun in his chair to face his desk. Could he do something with the desk light? Angle it so it wasn't like a spotlight? Placing his phone down on the desk with a clattering thud, he slid forward to grab at the lamp when he began fussing with the angle. He felt ridiculous to chase after something so desperately but dammit he wasn't going to give up the chance. After twisting and fussing with the light, he reached over to grab his phone again with a shuddering breath.
Focusing the camera down at himself he couldn't help low groan at the lighting. It was awful but he didn't want to keep Hizashi waiting a second longer. Didn't want to wait so long the blonde questioned his presence again. He slid his fingers beneath the waistband of his own pajama bottoms and boxers to pull them away from himself. He felt that tingling rush hit his cheeks as they burned with a fresh wave of heat. He arched his hips up to try and get a better lighting, but he knew that it was impossible.
Not when he wanted to snap a picture rather than analyze himself. He felt a small stab of embarrassment when he caught a twitch of his half hard erection through the camera. But he swallowed it down when he slipped his hand down. Grabbing at it to coax it up where it rested against his stomach with another twitch. Hot. He was fucking hot as he slid his fingers lightly along the underside of it with a shudder. What did Hizashi's feel like? Would he feel the bar of the studs under his fingers? Under his tongue?
Or would it be like his nipples where he'd have to press hard? Heat flared under his skin as he slid his fingers in another light against the underside as his hips arched up. Swallowing down a sound as forced his hand up to hold his bottoms out of the way. Fighting that urge to grab onto himself. That temptation to stroke himself to an erection before he sent it but the way he was going it wouldn't take long. Not long at all. He merely had to exert a bit of patience. Snapping the picture, he places his phone down.
On the edge of the desk as he opens their texts. Fussing with his pants before he was pushing his clothing down slightly towards his knees before sitting back down in the seat with a huff. Sending the picture, he held his breath when he got three small dots dancing along the bottom of his screen before a picture was sent back. And God, it was good. He swallowed to fight that cliché watering of his mouth at the sight of his husband. It had that heat flaring under his skin. A flash that left him breathless under its wake.
Squirming as it sizzled through his veins. If he thought a few made up scenarios weakly described could get him hot, then that was nothing. Oh, he couldn't stop his mouth from dropping open slightly. There was a light redness to the skin that was nowhere near as drastic as the last time he'd seen it. Faint as it surrounded the piercings that caught the light in a playful wink. The sight of his husband's erection resting against his stomach had him hot. Hotter than he'd like to admit to being when he fidgeted.
Let that sight soak itself into his mind. Memorizing it when he knew damn well he'd be saving mentally. Fuck him, it felt like it had been such a long while since he'd seen that sight. It was only made better with the piercings lining the underside with their playful wink. How many times had Hizashi gotten himself off already? How many times before he'd picked up his phone to take that first picture? Send it to him? He didn't believe his husband one bit that Eri kept him that busy for hours. Couldn't believe it.
Not when it was nearly eight o'clock at night which meant their daughter had long since been put together. And given the light redness from a possible irritation had him squirming. A whine catching in the back of his throat as his hands clutched at his phone. For the mere idea his husband had been getting off before texting him? The thought of Hizashi writhing on the bed with those keening moans? Throaty groans that always snapped out of him? Huffing pants with breathless whines of his name leaving him?
The glaze that always came over those green eyes as pupils expanded. The way blonde locks clung to his skin. Thin locks to red cheeks. Even the roll of his hips with thrusts upwards had him boiling with that heat that was merely gathering under his skin. It had him hot to merely imagine that scene. All that blonde hair spread over their sheets. The squeeze of his blonde brows as lashes fluttering on red cheeks as his voice crested louder. Howling those praises at him as nails raked over his waist if he was riding him.
The crooned forward when he was leaning over him. To know he was mere days away from trying sex with his husband and restarting their sex life? It was fucking exciting. Knowing tomorrow he'd see his husband in the morning. Hoping for that text to be reality and Hizashi would drag him to the bathroom. Force him under the desk. It was a fantasy he knew would never be reality. Couldn't be but God to imagine it? A low moan broke out of him as his fingers twitched to with the urge to reach down to grab at himself.
At the twitching erection resting against his stomach he caught a small bead of pre-come welling from the slit when he swallowed before taking a breath. God, he was far too riled up by a few dirty words and a dick picture. How could he get so riled up? Was it simply from the longing? From the fact it had been so long since he'd seen Hizashi hard? That it was all the more tantalizing to see that jewelry winking at him? Forcing his thumbs to move when he noticed the small dots dancing along the bottom of his screen.
Sho-chan: jesus Zashi
Sho-chan: ur goin to KILL me u know tht?
Zashi-chan: Oh, you like that shit, huh?
Zashi-chan: You like the sight of my cock that much?
Zashi-chan: I have an idea before we go even a bit further thought!
Sho-chan: oh yeah? whts ur idea Zashi?
Zashi-chan: I want you to send me a video of you cumming and I'd do the same!
Zashi-chan: What do you think about that, baby? 😉
Sho-chan: i thnk its unneeded but i mean if u wanna see it 😏
Zashi-chan: Of course I do!
Zashi-chan: I wanna hear you moaning no matter how quiet it is because I know when I get my hands on you?
Zashi-chan: Oh, you'll be HOARSE when I'm done with you, baby 😏
Sho-chan: oh am i? or will it be u?
Sho-chan: bc im goin to wring u DRY Zashi
Zashi-chan: Promise? 😘
Sho-chan: promise 😉
Zashi-chan: I bet you'd just love it, wouldn't you?
Zashi-chan: Love the thought of wringing me dry? Love knowing you get me so fucking horny I don't know what to DO with myself?
Sho-chan: yesss i do! god i do Zashi
Sho-chan: i wish ud come 2 the dorms 2 sty wit me
Sho-chan: my bed is 2 lnly witout u Zashi
Sho-chan: god Zashi i want u here wit me! i wanna feel u IN me! id fuckin happily choke on ur cock & let u fuck my throat GOOD! i wonder wht itd be like 2 have ur cock in me now wit the piercings all the time 7 i just know itd feel GOOD
Zashi-chan: Tell me, baby, do you think they'd click off your teeth? Thing I'd hear it when you go down on me?
Zashi-chan: Imagine me deep inside you while I choke you and make you beg for me like you always do
Zashi-chan: God, I bet you're so tight now it'd HURT to be in you, wouldn't it? You'd fuckin choke my cock wouldn't you?
Zashi-chan: You'd just LOVE it if I hled your ass up while I fucked you into the bed wouldn't you? I'd fuck you GOOD, baby! Fuck you so goddamn hard you'd be begging me to cum already just so you can have a break
Zashi-chan: Fuck, if it wasn't for the fact I hate driving in the winter at night I'd come over right fuckin now nd pound your ass into that damn shitty bed if I could! You want that, don't you?
Sho-chan: yesssss! yes i do! i wnt u to come now! god id let u fuck me so hrd this entire floor hears us! give nezu a REAL fukcin reason 2 tlk 2 us bout harlotry or sme shit
Sho-chan: i wnt 2 feel u in my mouth Zashi! down my throat & feel u chokin me with it!
Sho-chan: i wnna feel you throbbin in my mouth 7 id fuckin swllw every DROP u hve 2 give
Zashi-chan: Oh? Oh, you'd swallow my cum when you never liked swallowing, huh?
Zashi-chan: You just want me in you any way you can get me, huh? Give that hungry hole of yours exactly what it wants, huh?
Zashi-chan: God, baby, when you come home I swear I'm gonna strip you down and throw you on our bed
Zashi-chan: And I'm going to fuck you until those goddamn sheets are soaked and you're COVERED in cum and hickeys and you're clawing my fucking back up GOOD
Zashi-chan: I'mg oing to make you beg not to cum again, you hear me? Fuck, I'm going to fuck your throat damn good! I'm going to make up for it, you hear me?
Sho-chan: pls do it! pls pls pls i want it BAD Zashi!
Sho-chan: i'll claw up your back fuckin GOOD 7 cover your thrt in hickeys
Sho-chan: i wnt u to fuck me so hard i cant BREATHE! pound me into the fuckin bed, shve my legs up & fuck me until i cant TAKE it anymore
Sho-chan: god i wnt u to choke me with your cock Zashi! wnt u to stuff my throat til i cnt breathe round it & feel u throbbin in my mouth & my hand! fuck me Zash i wnt u to come here pls? pls pls? let me?
Zashi-chan: God, baby, you're making that idea of dragging you in the bathroom sound better and better!
Zashi-chan: You touchin yourself right now? Tell me, baby, what are yuo doing right now? I wanna knwo!
Sho-chan: im in my chair & im touching myself but its hard bc y pants wnt let me moveee & im tryin so hrd to be quiet
Sho-chan: its so hrd typin wit 1 hand Zashi but fuck i dnt wnna stop
Zashi-chan: Then don't! God don't stop, baby!
Zashi-chan: Fuck, this bed is too big without you in it, you know that? I MISS you, baby!
Zashi-chan: God it feels fucking goooood baby you dont have any CLUE how good it feels!
Sho-chan: does it feel tht good? ur alwys so dramatic i nver know whn its serius but i bt it feels fuckin good when u hvnt touched urself in WEEKS
Zashi-chan: Oh, it feels fucking GOOD, baby! So good! Only thing better would be your hand doin it!
Zashi-chan: But i can only imagien if a hand feels this good that it'll feel so much fucking better havin your mouth on me, wouldn't it? So HOT, baby!
Zashi-chan: But I know when I'd fuck that hungry hole of yours itd feel so much better! I can't wait to feel you fuck yourself on me, baby! Would you use me up? Ride me so goood?
Sho-chan: yes! yes, yes, i wuld! ride ur fuckin cock so goood! use u up until U cnt take it no more & its too much 4 u!
Sho-chan: GOD ZASHI PLS PLS
Zashi-chan: fuck fuck i gotta get cm open for you to seee
Sho-chan: plssss wanna seee wanna see u cum all ovr urself!
Sho-chan: fuck!
Zashi-cahn: Cum with me? Let me see, baby? i Wanna seeee
Fuck him, it shouldn't be so hot. Some simple sexting should not have wound him so much. Especially when he had to keep a somewhat conscious effort on his volume. The pants that left him in racing huffs that hitched on their way down only for him to strangle a sound clawing at the back of his throat. The twists in his chair that had it squeaking and creaking beneath him as he fidgeted restlessly. Sliding his hand up along his erection, he swiped his fingers over the head. Smearing away a droplet of pre-come.
Rubbed away the second that they formed on the slit if he could catch it. Gathering it as a lubricant as his hand slid down with a firm squeeze that had his head falling back. Strangling a groan down, he clenched his jaw tightly. His hips jerked up to thrust into his hand as he slid it quickly. Curving and twisting his hand with a firm grip, that had his toes curling against the floor as he braced his feet against it. It was so unbelievably hot. He was burning up. I t had that spark of excitement twisting tightly into him.
Had him hoping, wishing, and praying that what Hizashi had texted would be made true. He hadn't played with overstimulation since the very first time he'd asked Hizashi for it but God he'd do it. He'd happily let himself be brought to the edge again and again until he was dizzy. Crying through orgasm after orgasm that would be squeezed out of him. One right after another until he was twitching with the aftershocks. To have Hizashi squirming underneath him with hips slamming up against him was all he wanted.
That brutal strength his husband used to make his eyes roll back. Had him wailing out as he clawed at the blankets. Clawing at his husband's back and shoulders in an attempt to drag him closer, closer, closer. The sharp, fervent pulls on his hair that had him moaning as Hizashi's hips snapped up. Grinding themselves against his lips. It was all the beautiful imagery Hizashi had conjured with his words that triggered memories to go with it. Images that had him panting shallowly as his hand flew over his erection.
Kneading at the base as his thighs trembled lightly to spread wider in his seat. His chest ached with the heaving breaths he took as he squirmed in his chair, causing it to squeak. He gave another thrust up eagerly, only to groan when his chair rattled underneath him. His phone wobbled dangerously in his hand, with the threat of being dropped. Clattering to the floor. And God knows the last thing he wanted was someone knocking on his door now. He tightened his loose grip on his phone when he felt another ping.
A vibration against his palm. He couldn't focus on it. Not yet. God, the idea of Hizashi writhing and squirming on their bed had him burning up. The thought of him twisting and arching up from the blanket as it rustled. Hips jerked up as that hand flew over his erection with an eagerness he knew his husband had to have. The heaving gasps that would feed into another moan and breathless whine. All made in pitched that would no doubt have the items around the room trembling without him there to stop it.
The thought of all that golden blonde hair spread out over the bed as he did so. His flushed cheeks and the way his brows squeezed together tightly until the muscles trembled gently. Twitching. The way his mouth hung open to allow for those noises to fall out of him one after another. It was a beautiful image his brain made up as he kept his head pressed to the back of his seat. His hair was brushing annoyingly against his throat, yet he could ignore it. The slick sound of his strokes rang out in the room.
Louder than the quiet music he had playing. His huffing pants were the only contender as he stroked himself faster. Faster, faster, faster as he kneaded at the stiff length in his hand. Panting desperately as his feet slid over the carpet before pressing firmly, allowing him to thrust up. Ignoring the chair when it rattled and groaned from his weight when he did so. When he braced his upper back against the back of it. A strangled, soft moan left him before he could stop it as his jaw fell open despite his best attempt to keep it tight.
To keep his mouth shut in order to keep his panting quiet. His chest heaved with the shallow pants as he slid his hand quickly. Faster, faster, faster as he squeezed at himself with a pressure that had him bucking. Jerking out of his seat as he thrust into his hand eagerly with a strangled croak of a sound left him. A huff. His forehead felt clammy from the warmth gathering in his room. Allowing for a few stray locks to cling to it as he slid his hand down to knead at the base. Curving his hand in an upward stroke.
He then rolled his thumb over the head of his erection. Tight, grinding circles that had his thighs trembling lightly before his hips bucked up desperately. Urgently. He wanted it. Oh, he wanted it so bad. He wanted everything they had texted. Wanted it all. Hizashi may not be into degradation but fuck if some traces of it didn't make themselves known in their texts. His exhibitionism being hinted as something they could play with. Fuck him, he'd happily let Hizashi fuck him into a stupor. Until he was limping.
He didn't care. He didn't care at all if he had to walk out. He could feel that low spark in his stomach when there was another ping of his phone. Text or video? He had no clue. He couldn't think to look. Not even to get a glance at those dirtier words to get himself off as that heat twisted under his skin. Burned through his very veins, leaving him unbearably feverish. The slick sound as a drop of pre-come was wiped away repeatedly. A slick swipe that had his pants shaking as he rolled those tight circles into the head.
Grinding his thumb against the slit eagerly as the chair buckled lightly at his jerking thrust up. Grinding the side of his thumb along the slit before he was sliding his hand up to rub his fingers over the head to wipe away the fresh droplet, welling up the second his thumb was gone. Gathering it before sliding his hand back down to stroke himself again. He resumed that fast, eager pace that had him writhing. Twisting as his hips jiggled restlessly, uneven, shallow pants flew out of him that came faster with each inhale.
Huffs and puffs of sound squeezed themselves out to the back of his throat as he jerked when he felt that small spark. A knot of heat formed in his lower stomach. He'd never truly considered doing something like this in the dorms. He'd never needed to do anything after those wet dreams. But those couldn't be controlled. This was masturbation. This was something he'd never dared to do in the dorms for fear someone would overhear him. Hell, he'd been afraid someone had overheard him back then.
When he'd been suffering from his wet dreams. It was silly, but God knows it had been embarrassing yet exciting at the thought of being overheard. As if he were taking a risk. Gambling it all. A risk that someone would come knocking at his door asking if he was alright. If they asked him about it in the morning. The thought threatened to tear a moan out of him when he palmed at the dripping head of his erection. Rolling his palm over it, gathering the pre-come welling there in slow, easy circles.
Then he began to massage at it. Oh, it had his hips jumping against his hand as he snapped his mouth shut to control the sound clawing up his throat. To tear out of him what he knew would be a deafening quality. As fun and hot as it was to get caught in a fantasy the reality of it was terrifying. Embarrassing. He clutched at his phone uselessly as he palmed at the head of his erection. Rolling his hand in lazy circles to palm at it again. Panting as he then slid his hand down to resume that fast stroking.
The slickness gathered on his palm aiding in faster strokes. God, he just needed a little more. Just a little more to shove him over the edge. He had a shirt in his bag from Hizashi. Hidden in a separate pocket in his duffel bad, he had a pink tank top of his husband's. One that he hadn't worn in some time which he took as a chance to tug from the dresser drawer. And while it smelled like detergent it still smelled like his husband. Surely that could be more than enough, right? That paired with the texts he kept replaying?
The scenarios his brain was making scenes for? Even the video his husband had to have sent by now surely had to be enough, right? Right? Squeezing at his erection, he got a twitch as a droplet of pre-come dripped onto his stomach when he let go. Pushing himself up to his feet, his phone clutched in hand, he dropped down to his duffel to rip the zipper open. Feeling for the smaller one on the inside blindly, only to feel that small, cold zipper. Tugging it open impatiently, he yanked out the pink tank top.
Feeling a rush of embarrassment that balanced faintly on shame. He knew it was disguising. It was perhaps even perverted, treading on boundaries he didn't know that Hizashi could possibly have. But he'd tell him in the morning when he saw him. If it weighed heavily on him he'd say something about it. Flopping down with his back braced against the wall, he shoved at his pants clumsily until they were pooling around his feet and ankles. He let his knees spread open with his erection twitching against his stomach.
He felt another slick drip land on his stomach. Swallowing, he realized he had a situation if he wanted his husband's shirt. With both hands holding something, he'd have to find a solution. Fast. Especially if he had to record himself as he reached an orgasm like Hizashi no doubt had. With shaking hands, he unlocked his phone screen. He opened the camera app with his hand hovering over the pink fabric. He brought it up when he got an idea. After making sure he could maintain his position comfortably.
He bunched up the pink fabric of that tank top before merely laying over his nose. He swallowed when he kept his thumb over the red button to record as he moved his left hand to grab at his erection. Pulling it away from his stomach as he took a deep breath to drag in that familiar scent. It didn't smell completely like his husband but it was enough. More than enough. He just wished he could watch the video Hizashi had sent him. God, he'd give anything to be able to watch it right now, but he couldn't.
Not if he wanted to record this damn video for his husband to see. Sliding his hand over his erection, he resumed the quick pace he had in his chair with a huff. Panting into the fabric had him taking bigger breaths despite the difficulty as his hand flew over his erection. Squeezing at himself with that same pressure. Then he curved and twisted his hand along it. Slick as he swiped at the head with each upward stroke that merely aided that lubrication. It had his hips bucking up eagerly with feet planted firmly to the floor.
A better position than the one he'd been in while sitting in his chair. He panted frantically into that pink fabric as he dragged the scent of his husband down again, again, again. The faint cling of that woodsy cologne. It smelled like their detergent and the pocket but he could smell Hizashi on it after being in the drawer. And that was more than enough. Stroking himself eagerly, he kneaded at the base as that spark twisted tighter in his lower stomach. Growing hotter, hotter, hotter as he palmed at the dripping head.
Sliding his hand along his erection with that eager speed. Hips jumping up to meet those downward strokes he gave with a quiet whimper leaving him. Muffled by the tank top. God, he was so close, it damn near hurt. He could only imagine how Hizashi had to feel. How he must have twisted restlessly and thrust into his own hand. Howling until their lampshades and picture frames rattled. An exasperated, pleasure filled howl that always sent shivers down his back. How would that feel? To go five weeks without touching himself?
Without getting that relief? It must feel amazing. He could truly understand if Hizashi continued his masturbation long into the night. If he was insatiable now that he was getting that relief. His breaths stuttered before racing through the bunched-up fabric. A hitching whine left him as his back arched from the wall. Stroking himself faster, faster, faster. Chasing after that orgasm that was knotting up in his stomach slowly as his brows squeezed together. He'd give anything, anything, anything to see his husband right now.
His throat felt tight with the moans he kept choking down. The groans, whines, and whimpers he'd know he'd be making any other time. Any other day when he had privacy. His slick fingers slid over his erection quickly as his hips bucked up eagerly. Jerking into his grip, he tightened his fingers as hard as he dared. Imagining the twisting and whining image of his husband. The way his husband always howled at him to come and coaxed him towards it. Would Hizashi be insatiable? Would he truly do as he promised?
What if he did let Hizashi drag him into the bathroom? If they never made it out of the parking lot? If they never made it further than the doorway before he was dropping to his knees? Or if he was being pushed up against it Hizashi held him up as his hips slammed against him? Oh, fuck him, he was hot. Hot, hot, hot. He was suffocating under the blazing heat under his skin as he fidgeted with a sharp exhale. Thrusting up desperately into his hand, he slid it as fast as he possibly could while kneading at the base.
Firm squeezes he would give before coming up to palm at the dripping head. He squeezed tightly at that erection as he felt that light, erratic throbbing beneath his fingers. His breaths raced out of him on hitching gasps as he pressed his feet to the floor. Thrusting up to chase that orgasm as his back thudded lightly against the wall, he braced himself against it. Thighs falling open as he forced his right hand to tap the red button on his screen. Shaking as he tried his best to aim it, he gasped in shallow breaths.
Heaving lungful's of fresh air as the fabric slithered from its place over his face when he shifted his head to make sure. That orgasm twisted tight in his stomach like coal, threatening to drive him crazy. Feeding into the heat fanning under his skin as he squirmed against the wall. Pressing his head back after a moment, he felt the muscles in his thighs trembling. They were tensing up, much like his flexing stomach, as he jerked his hips up eagerly. Stroking himself wildly while kneading at the stiff skin beneath his grip.
Using a pulsing rhythm had him shuddering. It was too much. Those dirty words and the questions stung him over and over like bees. No, wasps would be more accurate, wouldn't it? He squirmed with a choked sound, leaving him when his orgasm took that moment of pondering to snap. To wash over him in a wave that had him writhing against the wall as his legs jerked apart instinctively. It was choking. Burning. It was a savage wash over him that had his tense thighs shaking as he gripped tightly at his throbbing erection.
Twitching as his hips jumped up in shallow thrusts as if to aid the spurts leaving him. Each gasping pant carried a quiet cry before he could strangle it down. Hot, hot, hot. He was so hot under that grip. Under the throbbing waves that had him shaking. Melting. Choking. His legs shook as he tried to keep his hold on the phone in his grip. Hadn't thought about the angle. The sight of it. He didn't care; all he knew was that Hizashi had gotten off with him. They had done something together rather than one and then the other.
It had him breathless when he felt a weak dribble of liquid over his fingers as his shallow thrusts came to a stop when that white-hot heat rushed out of him leaving him weak. His lower half dropped to the floor with a thud as the breath held in his chest wheezed out. A whine? Whimper? He had no clue, but he forced his shaking fingers to end the video. It dropped to the floor with a light thud as he leaned against the wall. Panting as he looked down, only to groan when his fingers lifted up to touch a soaked spot on his shirt.
Come soaked into it leaving it glue to his skin. He hadn't thought about his shirt being in the way once during this entire thing. He swallowed when he tugged his shirt carefully up over his head, only to toss it weakly towards his small basket. Panting unevenly, he reached down to scoop up his phone with shaking hands. His feet slid over the floor allowing his legs to sprawl out with a sigh leaving him. He pulled open their chat, where he did indeed get a garbled text followed by a video. It had his heart skipping excitedly.
Tapping on the video, he turned the volume on his phone down quickly as he shuddered at the start of it. The sight of Hizashi's hand flying over his erection with thrusts up into it mirrors his own sent heat flickering under his skin. The low volume allowed him to barely catch the pants in the video. Racing breaths that crackled and carrying a hitching cry of his name. The moans spilled out of his husband as he stroked himself fast, fast, fast. A desperation to it when his husband was shouting his name.
Doing so with such volume, he knew it would blow out his speakers. It sent shivers down his back when that shout repeated his name again, again, again. Shouting it like a curse. A prayer. A plea. A praise. Curse. Term of endearment. Dropping out of his husband again and again as spurts of come landed on his stomach. That hand stroking himself through it until it was tightening into a grip that had his softening erection twitching. He watched his hips thrusting shallowly to help ride out that orgasm.
Had his husband shaking when hips dropped down onto the bed making it bounce lightly. A heavy rush of a shaking sigh leaving his husband when the video then ended. He swallowed at the flash of heat beneath his skin as he quickly sent his video to his husband. Leaning against the wall, he couldn't help a lazy smirk when he watched small dots dance along the bottom of his screen briefly. Disappearing for a few moments, as the video was no doubt saved on his husband's small dots reappeared with a text following it.
Zashi-chan: God, I may not have seen all of you but you are the sexiest fucking thing I've seen all NIGHT, you know that? 😘😍
Sho-chan: thx but i thnk ur honestly bttr 😉
Sho-chan: do u hve any idea how HOT it rlly is to see u TOUCH urslf after so long?
Zashi-chan: I can imagine 😉😏
Zashi-chan: God, that felt GOOD!
Zashi-chan: Like you did so good getting me off the way you have! But THAT?
Sho-chan: feels bttr? i get it i rlly do
Sho-chan: i just need u 2 keep ur hands to urself til thursday afternoon 😏
Zashi-chan: And if I don't? What are you gonna do bout it? 😏
Sho-chan: well i DO knw about a bathroom we culd use if u RLLY culdnt keep ur hands 2 urself 😉
Zashi-chan: Oh, don't tease me NOW, baby! 😍
Zashi-chan: You're just lucky I'm tired after that! I've never cum harder in my LIFE
Zashi-chan: So, with that in mind do you wanna go to bed?
Sho-chan: it mght be best bc i know sure as shit i cnt focus on grading now 😩
Zashi-chan: Okay! Then I'll let you get to bed and get some good sleep like I will be! I'll see you tomorrow!
Zashi-chan: I love you, baby! 😘❤️❤️❤️
Sho-chan: i love u 2 Zashi ❤️😌