"You know, running from door to door like an excited puppy won't make your package show up sooner, Zashi."

Hizashi glanced over his shoulder to shoot a scowl at his husband lounging on the couch with Cosmo curled on his stomach. Her white hair standing out on the black tank top he wore as fingers combed through her fur with a phone held tightly in his husband's left hand. Scrolling aimlessly yet he could see the alertness to his husband from the moment he woke. Just as keen on the trucks that came up and down the road. "For someone just as excited you sure are acting holier than thou, aren't you?

Black brows raised at him with that unimpressed, neutral expression he'd seen aimed his way countless times in their youth. The neutral face of displeasure is what he always playfully called it when he scoffed at his husband when he spoke up again. "And you know what I'm saying is the complete truth, Zashi. Sit down and drink your tea before it gets too cold and hit the bowl. Just relax, okay? It'll come and more than likely it'll be when we aren't paying attention to every truck going up and down the road."

"So what? I can run from door to door all I want! You can't tell me that you have been pestering me to check my phone for the past two hours since it said its out for delivery to watch for it, now, can you?" Dark eyes narrowed at him when full lips pinched together into a thin line to which he huffed at his husband. "That's what I thought! So let me be excited for it! I've never used one before and neither have you! So why not be excited about it?"

His husband tutted at him before turning his head away with a huff when he combed his fingers through white cat's fur. "I never said you couldn't be excited but running from place to place like a headless chicken isn't going to do anything for you, Zashi! Why don't you come and sit with me? Check your phone, come hit the bowl, and relax for once, okay? I swear, it's like I live with two seven-year-olds rather than just one. I can't tell who's worse, you or our daughter."

Jutting his lip in a brief pout, he let his gaze flick out the window at the empty street before huffing out a sigh as he spun on his feet to face his husband. There was a victorious edge to that smirk when he pulled his phone out to check the tracker as he shuffled into the living room as his husband gently sat up allowing him to cradle Cosmo. "You know, you can say you love my ADHD having self without being so condescending! I just- I really want it to come while we have time, you know?"

"And we do. Neither of us have work to be done as we got it done yesterday, yeah? I already ran a patrol last night and you did yours this morning so there's nothing waiting to be done, is there?" Humming out at his husband as feet were moved from the cushion allowing him to plop down when Shouta shifted. Cosmo pounced out of his lap with a disgruntled meow before flicking her tail as she rushed off when Shouta's head nudged his shoulder gently. "We have time, love. You don't need to be so wound up, okay?"

"I know but I can't shake the feeling something is gonna come along to tear us apart again! We've been so busy I've hardly had time to look at your pretty face, you know! I only get glimpses of you throughout the day, and I want more than five minutes or a quick fuck, you know? Half this year so far has been filled with shitty, dramatic scenario after another! I want to feel good with my husband and spend time, but something always comes along! Haven't you noticed that?"

"I have. But you got your dick pierced, Zashi, and that takes time to heal which was understandable. Everything else- well, shit happens. Literally! But it's not always going to be like that, you know. We'll have so much free time before summer break that you'll be sick of me!" There was a pause as Shouta grabbed at the lighter and bowl before shuffling over to him with legs draping over his waist. "Besides, I thought we agreed that you were the pretty husband, didn't we?"

The bowl was held out then when he smiled softly at his husband before taking it when that smile widened as an arm curled around his back. Leaning into his side, he took the lighter from Shouta as well with a playful blow of air that had black locks fluttering around Shouta's face. "I am the pretty husband! But you're- Hmm, how should I put it? Stoically sexy in the way you have all people of all sexualities desperate for you!"

"Uh-huh, sure they are. Can you take a hit so I can take one? I'm not waiting around all day for a hit and or for this fancy schmancy penis pump you got which I still don't' understand the appeal of. But I'm going to be getting one of those things faster than the other so hurry up." Oh, the playful, catty tone of his husband's had him smirking widely at the black-haired man when his legs curled slightly in his lap. "C'mon, Zashi, I'm getting older by the second."

"Sure, you are! I thought you'd be dying for a shotgun, but I guess not! And by the way, that fancy schmancy penis pump is going to be fun for both of us to try so don't act holier than thou!" A snort left his husband when he raised the bowl up to his mouth. "Besides, you're the one who said it could be fun! So, don't go being catty with me, baby, when you know exactly what it'll get you, don't you? Don't be a brat."

Oh, he loved the flicker of heat to his husband's gaze when he pressed the bowl to his lips again. Catty. His husband was in high spirits today and he didn't want it to fade away before the pump could come. Sliding his thumb over the wheel once, twice, before that flame jumped to life as he brought it down to the bowl. The weed glowed a brilliant red when he pulled at the end in an inhale that dragged the thick smoke down into his chest. Pulling the bowl from his lips as he pinched his lips together, he held it out to his husband.

Shouta plucked the lighter from him when he let his head tilt back to rest against the couch. Holding it down in his chest as long as he can felt like a game. One, two, three, four, five. He let the smoke out on a silver plume with a cough when his husband inhaled next to him. There was a clatter as the bowl was placed down with the lighter before a cloud plumed out of Shouta on a cough. Coughing himself, he slipped his fingers beneath the frames of his glasses as he rubbed the tears forming on his lashes away.

Coughing into his palms when he perked up at the vibration of his phone against his thigh in its tucked position on the cushion. Legs slid out of his lap then with his husband instead swinging himself up with knees being placed on either side of him when his phone was moved over to where Shouta had been sitting previously. His head turned away as he coughed off to the side with a few hacking bursts left him. He could hear Shouta's own wracking coughs next to him with a thud as the bowl was put down.

Clearing his throat, he took a breath when Shouta's hands were touching at him with his husband swinging himself into his lap. Clearing his own throat with another cough as Shouta settled into his lap with arms coming up to curl around his shoulders. There was a few more hacking coughs of his own to go with Shouta's before it settled down. Coughs melting into rasping throat clearings when he focused his watery gaze on his husband. He was so warm in his arms. Felt absolutely perfect against him when he squirmed.

Arms having shaped and bowed to hold his husband perfectly; two puzzle pieces not meant for one another being mashed together after all this time. It had him clutching his husband close when he felt lips pressing to the side of his neck when fingers began to pluck at his hair. Twisting and untwisting strands around fingers idly with lips pressing a few more kisses along the side of his neck. Soft with nuzzles breaking them up as he melted into the couch with a soft sigh as he slid his hands along Shouta's waist.

Could his husband really fault him for being so excited? Could it be held against him that he was impatient? For three weeks they'd been busier than they had been from the beginning of the year when he'd gotten his piercings. The few glimpses he got of Shouta the man had been angry. Irritable. Storming down hallways with that tight clench to his jaw. The dangerous glowing flicker of his quirk threatening to activate at a moment's notice. The flare of his nostrils with brows squeezed tightly together tightly.

The twitch to them nd the black-haired man's eye had him keeping a distance when his husband was stomping past. Like a thunder cloud rushing past him, he'd watched in worried awed as his husband flew from one place to the next. When would there be time to mention that he had made his choice off of the list let alone that he'd had an appointment with their sex therapist? That he'd bought a toy under her recommendation? He hadn't wanted to throw another thing for his irritated husband to worry about.

So he kept it to himself with plans to mention it once his husband was in a better mood. After all, penis pumping was an out there choice on the list but he wanted to try. It was as his husband said that the least, they can do is try to do something. Fingers tugged at his hair sharply then to pull him out of the hazy thoughts coming to drown him when he slid his hands along his husband's waist with another cough leaving him when he cleared his throat. Soft kisses placed over his exposed neck and shoulder.

It had him shuddering when he squeezed at his husband's waist before tugging at him to sink comfortably into his lap. Chests pressed together as he inhaled the scent of weed clinging to his husband mixing in with the musky vanilla notes of his shampoo and conditioner. He tugged playfully at the hem of his husband's shirt earning himself a low hum when teeth nipped at his earlobe. The warmth of Shouta's breath fanning over it. God, he could spend hours lost in the haze of a smoke session with his husband.

When Shouta would crawl into his lap with that sparkle to his gaze. Tipping his head forward, he placed kisses over Shouta's shoulder and the side of his neck softly. A shiver ran over the man when teeth nipped gently before biting down on the shell of his ear carefully. To keep from biting or dislodging his hearing aid. He shuddered when his husband turned his head to clear his throat again with a small cough before dipping his head down to kiss his shoulder. Kneading at his husband's waist with playful tugs on the hem.

Tugging at his shirt again before flipping it up to quickly duck his hands beneath it. Touching the warmth of his waist, he fanned his fingers out over it with a breath fanning over his shoulder. He knew that his husband was just as excited. Just as eager for the package to come. He still remembered the way those dark eyes glittered at him over the phone during a call they just barely managed to squeeze in before bed. The spots of pink he caught in the low lighting over the phone with the curiosity to his gaze.

An expression he'd got the privilege of seeing in person when he showed his husband the toy on his phone. He had to admit that it was something new for the both of them that neither had heard about. After all, how would penis pumping come up in a conversation without it being odd? Out there to bring up? Especially when, from what he had read, it was something to help with erectile dysfunction? There was no easy way to slip it into a conversation yet when his husband had come home on Thursday.

It was a conversation they had in depth about it. It was far easier than he would've expected to show his husband the picture on the much bigger screen of his laptop while they laid out on the bed. To go over how it was used, why it was used, but more importantly he had gone over his interest. Why he wanted to try it so much. And he could recall that glowing curiosity to his husband's face when the laptop was pushed away. Laying on their sides facing one another as they spoke about it together in low murmurs.

His husband, for all intents and purposes, seemed delightedly curious about the topic. While penis pumping was indeed typically used for those suffering with erectile dysfunction, it had him curious. It was the same effect as a cock ring in that it was meant to make a man achieve and maintain an erection. It also, supposedly, was supposed to enlarge penises but he didn't put much stock into it when he bought the device. It came with a kit of rings he didn't need but Shouta had joked could go with their arsenal of toys.

From Monday when he bought the pump to today, Saturday, he was antsy. Pacing the house when the package was marked as late but in route. Bouncing from door to door, window to window, from the moment he woke seemed to amuse his husband more than anything. He wanted to try it before they did end up with something in their laps to get done. A nip tugged him out of his hazy thoughts to which he turned his had to kiss at the side of his husband's neck. Lifting a hand up to coax the hair away from his skin.

Sliding his other in a caress along his husband's waist. Squeezing at him when he combed the fingers of his right hand through wild locks. Tugging out knots and snags out gently when he scratched at his husband's scalp to get the man shivering against him when lips trailed along his cheekbone. Beneath the frames of his glasses where they attacked his face in soft kisses with adoration being poured over the darker smattering of freckles over his nose. It had him humming out when Shouta came down.

Pressing a featherlight kiss to his top lip then pulling back just enough to catch his gaze. No doubt gauge if that was the right move. It had him twisting his fingers into those wild black locks as his lips tingled. Buzzed. Parting ever so slightly, the desire in that gaze had heat flickering under his skin. Full lips parting ever so slightly to which he pulled his husband forward to bridge the gap as Shouta moved with his pulls. He sighed out in unison with Shouta at the touch of those full lips against his when they moved.

Arms tightened around his shoulders with locks of hair being tugged at when lips slid against his in another caress. Plucked and flicked playfully when his husband curved to fit against him with lips pressing firmly to his. Allowing him to admire that plushness to his full lips as they moved against his. Using that slow speed as he slid his hand along his waist before sweeping it up underneath his shirt to slide up his back. God, he was so warm under his shirt. Soft rather than dry as he was used too with Shouta.

He slid his hand idly along his back when he moved his fingers top scratch at his husband's head earning himself a quiet hum. The whispering of their lips moving in that firm press, the slow speed that took its sweet time to smolder him as he tightened his arms around his husband. Was this what he meant by relax? Was it his husband's subtle way of asking him for this? He had not a clue, but he was more than happy to stay on the couch until he got the confirmation email that the pump was delivered.

Moving his lips in unison with Shouta's, he leaned back into the back of the couch where he melted into it. An exhale fanned over his cheek again as Shouta leaned forward to twist into his hold to fit properly in his arms. He loves it. Loves the lazy afternoons of these that had him warm, warm, warm. Had him smoldering with flickers of heat beneath the surface of his skin. There was a sweetness, a tender passion to the kiss to get his heart stumbling over its beats before jumping into that sprinting speed.

His breaths trembled on an exhale when fingers tugged through his hair gently before that hand came up with his arms moving from around his waist. A hand coming up to cup the side of his neck with Shouta's thumb pressing then sliding along his jaw in a caress. An easy back and forth, back and forth, back and forth over his jaw when he pressed his lips firmly to those plush full ones. Warm beneath his. God, he loves kissing his husband; loves the touch of those plush, full lips melting to mold and curve against his.

Fitting comfortably with their slides against his with the quiet brushing as they moved together, it was broken up by a smack. A light, intermittent smack that seemed so deafening compared to the murmur of the TV in front of him. There was a tickle in the back of his throat, but he'd be damned if he could ignore it for the time being as he moved his lips with Shouta's. Sliding his hand along his back with the quiet, barely audible whisper caught under the fabric of his shirt. The sound of his nails scratching at his head again.

Loving the shudder, it got him when the black-haired man squirmed in his lap when he felt a pull on his shoulders. Humming quietly, he knew exactly what his husband wanted from him. No doubt dizzy from the weed, from the high, he turned in his seat to stand briefly to press Shouta down on the cushions. Lips breaking from his with a smack, he shifted in his position to press his knee to the couch cushion to push himself up to hover over his husband. His hand pinned beneath Shouta's head when arms tightened around him.

Tugging at him with that silent insistence for him to lower himself down which he happily gave in to. Dipping his head down, he pressed his lips to those full ones that melted with that first slide. God, it had him thrumming as he moved his lips with Shouta's as they curved to mold and shape to one another's. Arms curled tightly around him to hold him down against his husband's chest as lips moved with his. Passion bleeding into it like an undercurrent when he pressed himself down against his husband.

Returning that passion without a second thought as he scratched idly at the back of his husband's head. Tightly pinned together from hip to chest with a sharp exhale leaving his husband as a hand tugged at his shirt to pull it upwards. Bunching it to a fist when he slid his hand along Shouta's waist. Flicking the hem of his shirt to touch the warmth of his skin again. He shuddered at the light, grazing brush of fingertips against his skin, he arched down against his husband. Listening to the hitching breath it earned him.

Shuddering over his cheek to which he moved his lips against Shouta's when he felt the hand in his hair pushing lightly on the back of his head to which he happily pressed his lips harder to Shouta's. So plush. Soft. It had him all too happy to give his husband the hard press the hands in his hair were coaxing him to give. Slow. Easy. A kiss meant to make him smolder before that razing heat came along to leave him feverish. To leave him hot. There was a time and place for those scalding, eager kisses but now wasn't it.

Not yet at least. When was the last time they had time to simply lay out like this? To indulge in those lazy make outs without being worried about time constraints? Without the other running off to solve another problem? He couldn't remember but fuck if he wasn't loving it to bits to kiss his husband while they waited for the pump to come. The quiet whispering of their moving lips mixed in with hitching, trembling breaths seemed deafening over the TV. The intermittent smack of their moving lips sounding out.

The hand he had on the warmth of his husband's waist and the drifting fingers over his back. Fanning out on his back to get him shivering when his husband squirmed slightly before settling back down. Relaxing under him with nails scratching at his scalp when he shuddered at the grazing of nails over his back. Hips pressing up tightly against him only to twitch curiously. He happily reinforced his hips down to pin Shouta's to the cushion earning himself a hitching breath that flew out on a soft whine.

He could spend his afternoons just like this. To be content in laying within his husband's arms. Above him. The slow, hard slides of those plush lips against his with the whispering of their movements breaking up with the intermittent smack. He was warm as heat rushed up to burn in his face with locks of hair brushing against it annoyingly. His glasses digging into the arch of his eyebrow and his cheek-bone but he could ignore it. Squirming against his husband restlessly with that hard press of his lips left him hot.

Eager for another sliding caress of them against his. He exhaled sharply at the squirming wiggle of his husband's hips beneath him. The hand trailing along his back fanned out before coming up it leaving his shirt bunched loosely against the middle of it when that arm shifted. Sliding over his shoulder to once again have that hand come forward to cup the side of his neck. Shouta's thumb pressing then sliding along his jaw in a comforting back and forth again. Oh, it had him melting down against him.

Made him absolute putty in the man's hands as he moved his lips against those full ones. Pressing his lips harder to those full ones earned him a quiet, breathless sound from his husband when hips squirmed beneath him to press up with a leg squeezing to his waist. The other to his outstretched leg as he used his foot as an anchor to keep him balanced as he moved his lips with Shouta's. Curving his hand along the dip of his waist, he slid his hand up to sweep along his husband's side in caress.

His dick twitched curiously when he pressed his hips tightly to the black-haired man's when he got another twitch of those hips beneath him. It had him giving a curious grind down against him only to feel his husband's jumping to grind up in tight, small circles which he happily returned. Lips inching past the slow speed ever so slightly with that hard press he was eager to return to his husband when his phone pinged back to back. It had him pulling from the kiss with a smack when his husband whined out in protest.

Using the hold on his hair to try and turn his face back down towards him only to kiss his cheek. And then there was a brief honk outside followed by the sound of a vehicle pulling off. He sat up with Shouta following after him when he worked his hand from the black locks twisted and curled tightly around his fingers. Kissing the top of his husband's head, he crawled off the couch with his phone left in its stuffed position between the arm rest and the cushion. Rushing forward between the coffee table and couch.

He flew across the living room to the hallway where he yanked open the door to find a box sitting on the welcome mat. Gasping in delight, he bent down to pick it up with his hand on the door when he spun on his feet to find Shouta walking up to the doorway. A sparkle to that gaze when it fell on the box in his hand as he slammed the door shut with a deafening thud. It took a squeeze to the box to keep him on track. Even so, those flushed cheeks and mussed black locks did wonders on that aroused appearance to Shouta.

"It's here! Ha! I guess I'll start listening to you and being more patient when waiting for packages if that's what I can expect!" Black lashes fluttered when his husband rolled his eyes at him to which he then reached out for his hand which was slid into his without a second thought. The gold ring on his fingers glittering up at him to which he raised his hand up to kiss at his ring finger before squeezing his hand. "Now, are you okay with this? With trying it out? You're absolutely alright with what we have planned?"

"Of course I am! How overly complicated is this going to be, Zashi?" The hand in his squeezed when their fingers were sliding together with Shouta tugging at him with the soft thuds of thier socked feet hitting the floor with those few steps. "Now come on, let's get to the bedroom, yeah? I want my husband to myself for a bit before everyone comes back home. It's been hell not having you to myself, you know. I have needs just as you do and I feel ready to rip my hair out over this stupid schedule of ours.

Smiling at the black-haired man, he squeezed his hand as he let himself be tug forward with the box in hand with a chuckle. "I know, baby, but you've got me now! And when our anniversary hits, you'll have me all to yourself two weeks in advance! Everything will slow down a bit and we'll have all the time in the world together, you know that? But it'll all be worth it, just you wait! I have things planned that are going to knock you off your feet!"

Oh, that soft and sweet smile of his husband's had him absolutely melting when his hand was yanked at forcing him to fly forward. Closer to his husband when the box threatened to slip out of his hand to which he tugged it under his arm against his side. "I bet you do have something up your sleeve for it, but I'd much rather spend time with you now rather than stand around and talk about the time we'll have in the future. So, move your cute, flat ass and get moving."

"So, you do think my flat ass is cute, huh?"

"Hizashi."

"I know, I know! I'm coming! No need to be so impatient, baby! You'll get everything that you so clearly need from me and more!"

Dark eyes narrowed at him much like they had in the living room when the hand in his gave a hard tug that had him stumbling over his feet. A flurry of thudding steps that had a few cats in the kitchen scuttling past him down the hall and up the stairs. Catching his foot, he ran forward with his package held tight under his arm when he wrapped his arm around Shouta's waist. Heaving him up into an awkward hold had the black-haired man yelping as he was balanced on Hizashi's hip awkwardly with legs kicking out.

Wrapping around his thighs awkwardly with hands clinging onto him tightly. Tightening his arm around him, he put a pep to his step through the kitchen towards their small hallway. Shouta was heavy. Not in an unhealthy manner but damn if it didn't have his arm aching lightly from the sudden lift but he got to their bedroom doors. He nudged open with his foot before shuffling in as he placed his husband down. There was a fierce red blush smothering itself over his husband's cheeks that burned a vivid red in the tips of his ears.

He grinned before turning on his feet towards the bedroom door, hissing at the few attempting to skitter in before shutting the doors. A light thud as they clattered together when he caught a few muted thuds of his husband's moving feet when the box was tugged from under his arm as he flicked the lock into place. Turning to find his husband spinning on his feet with the box in hand to the bed. Pausing to tug the drawer open to get the scissors within when he happily skipped over to watch his husband cut open the box.

Opening it up when the green packaging was tugged out then tossed to the floor. The box was simplistic with a picture of the pump itself as his husband cut away the small circles of tap along the edges. The box showed off the power button, the start button that acted as a switch with three auto suction choices. The two buttons with their dual functions with the right being a pause and release button. The one on the left beneath the power button acting as a start to switch between four training modes.

It was, as it said on the website, recommended to rub and massage himself to a one third of an erection before training. Before putting it on. Of course, the trainer modes can be used with air or with water to train his dick for the excitement. It can be used as an enlarger for erections or a masturbator. It came with six additional cock rings surprisingly. It was absolutely perfect when his husband got the box open with the charger cable falling onto the blanket with the pamphlet was tossed with it lightly onto the bed.

He was surprised he remembered the information he did about it, but he was bouncing on his toes. Excitedly waiting as Shouta worked the plastic from around the small digital screen. Then eyes were raising up with that sparkle of excitement as the box was knocked onto the floor with the wire being grabbed at. He happily stepped over to put it on the bedside table where he reached into the open drawer for the wipes that he put on the top of the table. The lube then the box of condoms that he tugged open.

Pulling out the chain of condoms to rip one off at the end before tossing the box back into the drawer which he then snapped shut only to hear a rustle behind him. He turned to find Shouta's shirt being flipped up towards his chest allowing him to gawk. To let his gaze flicker down to his broad chest with its black curls of hair. Down to his softening but toned stomach to the happy trail beneath his navel. Following it down with his gaze where it disappeared beneath the waistband of his pants with the dips of his hips.

It had him choking on a breath when he tossed the condom and lube onto the bed with hands reaching down to grab at the hem of his shirt. Tugging it up towards his own chest then up over his head with hair slipping through the neckline. He tugged it up then yanked before getting it over his head successfully when hands brushed along his waist. The sight of his husband when the fabric was out of his face had his heart jumping in his throat at the desire flickering in that dark gaze. The fire to it that had him breathless.

The mussed appearance to his hair from his own yanking at his shirt no doubt. The pump was sitting on the bed with the pamphlet next to it, yet he found his hands raising up to cup that red face. Shouta's face tipped into it then turned to kiss at his palm softly sending a tingle up it. He slid his thumb over the shape of his scar beneath his right eye. And he stepped back then turned to the bed with hands brushing along his waist when he climbed up onto the bed. Mindful of the condom and lube on it.

He crawled over them then settled down on the bed when he raised his hand. Curling his fingers towards his husband who seemed all too happy in jumping up onto the bed. Doing his best to keep the pump from flying off or kicking the lube and condom off when he spread his legs open for his husband to crawl between them. Dark eyes burning at him when the black-haired man crawled forward to which he happily reached out towards broad shoulders. Tugging him closer with full lips parting ever so slightly.

Sliding his hands backwards to drift down his husband's upper back when he leaned in. Closing that gap with lips coming down on his in a slide to get his breath hitching before shuddering out of him. A hand slid along his thigh when Shouta tucked himself between his spread legs to which he then closed to press his thighs against his waist. That hard touch paired with the slow speed spoke of that passion. That desire smoldering along his bones that was returned to him without so much as a batted lash.

It had him clutching Shouta closer to him with a sigh fanning over his cheek when he felt hips pressing down against him. Chests pressed tightly against one another's with the quiet whisper of their moving lips filling the silence of their bedroom. He didn't have to get fully hard, just one third whatever the hell that meant. It honestly didn't make much sense, but he didn't give it much mind; once he started getting hard is when they would put it on him. Until then he can enjoy the warmth of his husband in his arms.

Against his chest. The scents clinging onto him as full lips moved against his with a building passion that had his cheeks burning with the blush rushing up to it. His heart skipped against his chest when he felt a curious twitch of hips against his. And he slid his arms from around his husband's shoulders. Instead wrapping them around his waist, he grabbed at his husband's ass without a second thought to coax his hips down for that tight press. Grinding up against him in tight, hard circles that earned him a low groan.

Then hips jumped once again to copy the movement of his much to his delight. God, his husband was warm; the man always was like a furnace. It's what he loved the most about cuddling up to him in the night during winter time. Grinding himself up against his husband, hips rolled down in tight circles against him as well sending heat flashing under his skin. A sizzling burst that sank down to his bones for that desire to clutch at him as it twisted through him. A stranglehold of an emotion that had him choking.

Excitement that clawed its place into his chest as his heart skipped over its sprinting beats. Grinding tightly against Shouta delightedly as the black-haired man rolled his hips down against him for that hard press to send a jolt of heat through him. A spark that had him hissing in a sharp breath when his dick twitched with interest at that new pressure. The friction of him that had his toes curling tightly when his feet pressed to the bed as he kept his hips arched up against him. Kept that tight press together.

Grinding while those hips rubbed against him in that sliding back and forth to get his skin ripping with heat. God, he loves it. Loves, loves, loves when Shouta slid his hips like that against him to give him that toe curling friction and pressure. Groaning out under his breath when he felt a hand slide up along his side to get him squirming with a hitching breath. It was a frenzy to touch, caress, kiss one another to feed the heat sizzling under his skin with each slide of his husband's hips. To give and receive more.

The rustle of fabric rubbing together and the brush of his husband's dry, rough palm moving over his side. The whispering of their moving lips with that smack coming to break it up intermittently. The warmth of Shouta's skin. Small, quiet sounds that sent sparks down his back as he whined up at the black-haired man when hips abandoned that back and forth slide to grind down against him. Tight circles he was more than excited to give up against the black-haired man as full lips melted against his with that hard press.

Quick slides against his that the followed along with without a second through as he slid his hands up his husband's back towards his shoulder blades. Sweeping down to his lower back where he grazed his nails over the sensitive area to get the man squirming with a whine bursting out of the black-haired man. Muffled into the kiss. He pushed lightly against his husband's lower back to keep that tight, hard press down against him that had his dick twitching excitedly with that ache twisting into his lower half.

The desire for that pressure to soothe it away as he ground himself up. Rubbing, grinding, squeezing at the the man above him had him squirming. Lips moved against his with that quiet urgency; the passion bleeding into it robbing him of breath as he slid his hands over his husband's back. Coaxing him to arch down much to his delight as he lightly grazed his nails over his back with idle shapes. Scratching at him gently had the black-haired man squirming above him with lips crushing themselves to his.

Fervent. As if his husband, despite all appearances, had been dying for this. Excited. Moving his lips with Shouta's, he slid his right hand up to twist black locks around it as he cupped the back of his husband's head for that hard press of his lips on his. Allowing him to admire the fullness and plumpness of his lips. A strained hum left his husband when he ground up against him with tight rocks in between that the man copied much to his delight. He could kiss this man for hours. lose a day kissing his husband silly.

He could let him drape on top of him with lips on his for as long as he wanted. He'd been addicted to his husband's kisses; even the awkward, clumsy kisses they shared in the beginning of their relationship. There were sparks from that first peck on Oboro's living room floor due to that stupid spin the bottle game Nemuri insisted on. Sparks with those clumsy, awkward kisses where hands twisted together in laps with the fear of doing something wrong. Back when their kissing had been so new and unbelievably awkward.

A sharp exhale flew out of him when Shouta's nails dragged lightly over his side, over the curve of his waist, as he ground himself against his husband. Hips renewed their press down to pin his lower half to the bed when he squirmed with a moan bursting out of him. Squirming, he dragged his nails over his lower back earning himself a deafening moan from his husband who squirmed. Pinning his chest down against his tightly, he shuddered at the bucking thrust of hips down against him. The strength to it.

A hit that had him moaning out again at the sparks it sent rushing up his back as his dick gave a volley of twitches. Giving a thrust back to his husband, he got a shudder from the man when he slid his hand over his lower back down to grab at his ass in a hard squeeze. Curling his fingers to dig his fingers into his cheek, he then lifted his hand to sweep it up his back. Grazing his nails over those sensitive spots on his husband. Teasing him when he moved his fingers of his left hand to scratch at his head.

God, it had his lips aching at that hard press; had them tingling with an ache to them that he was more than happy to ignore. Instead, parting them to lightly lick at the shape of his husband's bottom lip before tracing the top. Flicking at them with that silent request that had his husband groaning when his mouth opened up. Lips pressed together fervently when he moved his tongue eagerly causing his piercing to hit off of his teeth. His tongue to scrape along the edge of Shouta's teeth but it didn't seem to matter.

Not when the the black-haired man's tongue was moving eagerly to meet his. Flicking at his piercing as racing, trembling breaths fanned over hot cheeks when he rubbed his tongue to Shouta's. Drifting his fingers over his lower back to flick playfully at the waistband of his pants. Letting it flip back into place against his husband's skin when he then drifted his hand up along the center of his back. Humming breathlessly at the black-haired man when he twisted his tongue with his before giving a firm rub.

Massaging against it while Shouta swirled, nudged, and played with his piercing. Flicking at it playfully with breaths fanning over his cheek shallowly as they raced in that light panting. It had him burning up like nothing else when he twisted eagerly against the bed with hips grinding viciously against him. It had him moaning out as he yanked at the wild black locks wrapped around his hand tearing a moan out of his husband. Deafening. It had him shuddering when his dick twitched with that excitement.

A wet drop soaking into his boxers when Shouta thrusted against him. So hot. It was already so hot, hot, hot between them and he absolutely fucking adores it. When that passion was poured into the kiss as his tongue moved with Shouta's. The desire and lust in the way his husband's hips were grinding and thrusting against him. As if his husband was just as excitedly pent up as he was about it. It had him shuddering with a thrust up in response that nudged the black-haired man lightly in a bounce up.

Tearing another of those deafening moans out of the man. He knew that soon enough they would need to pull apart. To get the pump on him but fuck if it didn't have his back arching when nails raked down his side. Had him thrusting up against his husband in frenzied, frantic thrusts that had the man whining shrilly at him with nails digging into his waist. A blunt, burning pain that had him shuddering with a moan tearing out of him with a groan leaving his husband when he dragged his nails over his lower back.

Squirming, twisting, writhing. He clung onto the black-haired man when hips jerked down to thrust against him fiercely sending a wave of heat up his back. A shrill whine flew out of him following that moan when he dragged nails along the center of his husband's back had him arching with a snapping groan ripping its way out of him. Fuck, he loves it. Loves how his husband moved, twisted, and squirmed against him with each tight movement. It was fucking hot. It was eating him up with that eagerness to get there.

To have the pump on him just to try. And he knew his husband was right there in terms of excitement when he felt the black-haired man's dick twitching against his palm and fingers through his pants. It had him groaning as he twisted his tongue with Shouta's before undulating it up to rub the bottom ball against the top of his tongue earned him a whimper. Rubbing it against his husband's tongue that moved to massage itself against his. Hips grinding tightly in circles to get his legs shaking from the sparks of heat.

Sparks that fanned under his skin to feed into the raking smolder scraping along the underside of his skin. Leaving him flushed in its wake as he panted shallowly through his nose when he dragged his nails down his husband's back causing the man to arch down. Pinning down tightly against him with hips jerking to thrust against him again. Then hips arched backwards when he flicked his fingers playfully at the waistband of his pants earning himself a whine when his twitching dick ached prompting his thighs to squeezed together.

Inhaling sharply when Shouta pressed himself down firmly against him to which he shuddered with a moan as that ache wrapped around his lower ache. The pleasure heavy as it pooled into his stomach when he felt that rush. Blood gushing down so damn fast it burned; left his head spinning as he gasped in another sharp breath. Twisting, swirling, lapping at his husband's tongue which moved to mirror his movements. Rubbing and massaging itself to his as lips crushed down so fervently to his own they throbbed lightly.

He couldn't get enough. Couldn't possibly get enough of this man who seemed so willing to give him everything without so much as a blink. It had him shuddering with his husband squirming as he ground himself up against him shamelessly. His foot slipped on the blanket which nudged the pump on the bed slightly. A light hit that had his husband's tongue flicking against his before pulling away with a gasp being taken by the black-haired man. He forced his trembling lashes up from his cheeks then to focus above him.

Finding that smoldering, blazing heat in his husband's gaze when a hand slipped down between them to cup his groin. Cupping him before squeezing at him with a pressure that had him throwing his head back into the pillow. A throaty, guttural moan snapping out of him that had his thighs pressing to his husband's waist tightly when that hand holding him let go. It instead came up to tap at his thigh prompting his head to raise up as he opened his legs without much prompting. Allowing his husband to move.

Watching him crawl backwards towards the box sitting precariously at the edge of the bed. His husband then tugged it open with his hand dipping in to pull the pump out with that sparkle of awe to him. It was a sleep thing, big, with the digital screen and small buttons shining as they called for that attention. And fuck, if it didn't get his heart jumping in his throat as he reached for the lube. For a first time use, he had been advised to use a little lube beforehand, especially if he planned on using a ring.

Grabbing at the lube, he then reached down with his other hand to hook his fingers into the waistband before pushing it downwards. All while his husband fussed with the gadget with the small book open before him with a quiet hum leaving the man. He placed the lube down next to him when he reached down to grab at the waistband and in record speed he got it down. It had dark eyes flicking over to him when he winced at that slight wet spot that had begun forming from a few additional drops of pre-come.

He kicked his pants away before swallowing when he saw that hunger flashing to life in his husband's gaze at the sight of his twitching, hardening erection that seemed to give another twitch of excitement. He grinned at the flushed man with a spread of his thighs as that gaze roamed over him. From top to bottom, he swore those eyes traced every curve and dip to his body before he grabbed at the lube. Clawing the cap open while his husband leaned forward to grab at the small bag of cock rings within it.

Six had surprisingly come with the device and it had his pounding heart skipping over beats when he squeezed a dollop of lube over his fingers to spread over his piercings. The base of his hardening erection to which his husband then shuffled over the blanket with the pump in hand. Hesitating with eyes flicking over his face to which he nodded. A hand slipped onto his thigh to squeeze that silent question he could recognize anywhere. A question he used on Shouta many times during a BDSM scene together.

That they used for years. He wrapped his slick fingers around his wrist to squeeze back. He was more than fine. He found it quite endearing, his husband was so willing to make sure he was comfortable. Then he sucked down a breath that he held in his chest. Watching as the pump was fitted over him; a perfect one when the therapist to go with one that would provide comfort. Watching as the device was settled on him, his husband's fingers hesitated near the buttons before pressing on the power button.

And oh. Oh, oh, oh it had sparks racing up his back at how quickly that suction was given to him when he hissed in a breath only for it to fly out on a whimper. The pressure building already when he groaned as his husband fussed with the buttons when he felt that suction kick to life. Oh, it had heat sizzling up his back with the low settings but fuck if it didn't feel good on his hardening erection. A low, husky hum from his husband had him squirming when he dragged his teeth over his bottom lip.

Watching himself harden in the tube with that ache twisting into his lower stomach when he bit down fervently on his lip. Trying to keep those keening, louder whines and whimpers of his down. Fingers drifted over his thigh then to gain his attention to which he let out a shaking breath when his husband fidgeted. Curiosity pinching at that flushed face when Shouta settled next to him with the pump held into place against his pelvis when he shuddered with the sparks of heat racing up his back to fan under his skin.

The suction had his toes curling as it went hand-in-hand with the pressure that built up rather quickly as he let his gaze flicker up to his husband. Reaching out, he slid his hand along his husband's thigh when he slid it up to his crotch where he pressed his fingers against the man. Groaning lowly in unison with his husband at the twitch of his dick beneath his hand. Curling his fingers inwards to squeeze at him, he began to knead at Shouta which earned him a twitching thrust of hips forward against his hand.

Kneading at the twitching bulge, he looked up to his husband. How pretty he was with the wild locks of his curling up to brush against his cheeks. A mess from his hand having twisted up not once but twice into the locks. The blush that smothered itself over his cheeks down to his collar bones with a soft red. Stung brilliantly in the tips of his ears with the glossy black hoops caught the light slickly. Shouta was beautiful up above him as he dragged his teeth over his lower lip. Such a stunning, beautiful sight he was.

Kneading in firm squeezes had hips arching into his hand when he gave playful grinds of the heel into him. Oh, it had shuddering breaths being taken when he paused in his kneading to give a firm, slow rub over his husband that had his head falling forward. Lashes trembling as they struggled to stay up with dark eyes locked onto him. Nothing burned him hotter than knowing his husband was getting that pleasure from him. Receiving the moan worthy, eye rolling pleasure that always had the man howling.

The pleasure that had his husband howling out with each pounding thrust he gave. It had his erection twitching within the confines of that pump that had him looking down. It was an odd thing to double as a pump and a masturbator, but that suction felt damn good. It had him groaning out when his husband unintentionally wiggled the tube over him. Leaning down towards him with black lashes lowering slightly, he eagerly pressed his head back to tip his face up. Welcoming the touch of those full lips on his much to his delight.

He gave another of those firm, slow rubs over his husband before kneading at him insistently. Firm squeezes that had his husband moaning out into the kiss with such delight it sent heat razing under his skin. A flash that left him breathless in its wake when he moved his lips with the black-haired man's. Hips thrusting up weakly into that pressure filled suction with a moan of his own when felt his husband's left hand come up to slide over his chest. Fingers flicking blindly over it before lifting one side of his piercing up.

Raising up, up, up again until he felt that light sting before letting it fall down again with fingers giving a sharp, brief pinch to the nipple tearing a whine out of him. A burst of sound that had his hearing aids shrieking at the sudden burst of sound; the pitch of it that had pain stabbing his ruined eardrums. Had his husband flinching when he strangled it back down. Pants flew in and out of noses to fan on hot cheeks as he eagerly moved his lips with his husband's with the quiet whispering of their moving lips.

It was broken up by the sharp smacks as damp lips pressing together. The heat of his husband next to him as his dick twitched under his hand before he felt it beginning to harden. Pressing against his fingers with that gush of blood downwards to which he abandoned his kneading for a rub over the hardening bulge. His husband groaned out with fingers pinching sharply at his nipple again. Sending a burst of pain over his chest that had his back arching up with a deafening cry flying out of him shrilly.

Rattling lampshades. Clattering picture frames on the walls before he choked it off. The quiet whir of the pump on him was unmistakable in the silence of the bedroom. A background sound like the smacks of their lips. The rustle of his hair over the pillow and his body over the blanket. The racing pants being taken by the both of them mixing with the rub of his hand over fabric. Squirming. Fidgeting. His cheeks throbbed lightly with the force of his blush when he bucked up with a gasp as the suction was amped up.

Tearing a delighted, enthusiastic moan out of himself as he pressed his head into the pillow with full lips crushing themselves to his when an echoing moan left his husband. He rubbed at the black-haired man's hardening erection fast, fast, fast with hips jiggling shallowly to meet his rubbing. He felt giddily excited at the twitches beneath his fingers to which he curled them in slightly to rub firmly at him; to give him that pressure. And fuck, if that didn't have Shouta moaning into the kiss when he threw himself in with enthusiasm.

An emotion that he could feel being returned to him. God, it was perfect. Why hadn't he thought of getting one like this? Or a fleshlight at the most? He never saw the need given Shouta always met his needs. Took care of him in such a way that toys like these seemed unneeded. And he knew his husband shared the sentiment but fuck if it wasn't hot. The thought of his husband strapped down with the machine they had? Himself tied up in the black-haired man's scarf as he was jerked off with a toy like this?

The possibilities are endless. They were toys that the other swore they didn't need but something they could get to spice things up. To make their bedroom even more active. The thought of it had him burning hot, hot, hot as he thrusted up weakly into the tube held over him. Aching. His erection throbbed lightly in the confined space much like the one beneath his hand. He rubbed at his husband quickly, urgently, curling his fingers in to press down firmly in his fast rubbing to get the man moaning above him.

Moaning in unison had the sound of their voices trembling together; filling the silence again. This was everything he hoped it would be. Why he had been so anxious, bouncing from door to door. Window to window waiting for the toy to come in. Yet something was missing. He was missing something, something, but what was it? He was having all of his boxes checked off one at a time so what did he need to make it better? What could he possibly want? What could make this better for the both of them?

He pulled back from the kiss where he then nipped at that full bottom lip. Biting down softly on it earned him a shuddering whine from his husband when he curled his fingers to squeeze at his twitching erection. Rubbing tightly against the twitching bulge. when he released the hold on his lip. Taking a shaking breath to break up his pants, he thrusted his hips up shallowly against when he forced his eyes to open. In time to watch dark eyes flickered down towards the action. What did he need? He wanted-

"Ta-Talk to me, baby? Please? To-Touch yourself for me? I-I wanna watch you je-jerk yourself off! I want you to-to hear you!" Was that his voice? So breathless already from some suction and pressure? Groaning out when his husband wiggled the pump again had his hips twitching. "I want you to te-tell me everythin'! Te-Tell me how frustrated you are! Te-Tell me how you wanna ri-ride my cock 'til it go-goes away! Please! I wanna hear wh-what that vulgar mind if yours ha-has planned for me tonight!"

A moan left his husband with hips jerking to thrust against his rubbing hand in time with that blush deepening before his very eyes when he caught the faint bob of his husband's Adam's Apple. Swallowing when his husband groaned out with a firm squeeze, he gave that twitching bulge. "You just ge-get off on my voice and you know it, Zashi! You ju-just wanna hear me talk ab-about the same shit we've been talking about! You're sure that's what you want?"

"Yes! Fuck yes, I do! I al-always get off on your voice, how can I not? Hea-Hearing that deep voice of yours getting so high it sounds painful? Wh-When you're begging me to fu-fuck you faster when I'm already going fast as I can? Be-Beggin' me for more? Pra-Practically mewling fo-for me to fuck you harder? God, it's the fucking best! I wa-wanna hear it all now! I want you to-to beg for my cock! I want you to te-tell me how you get yourself off at the dorms! I want you to tell me everything!"

The bulge beneath his hand twitched with hips jiggling forward when his husband groaned out at him. Rubbing at the black-haired man when he felt thighs squirming closer together with knees sliding over the bed. "You really want me to-to talk? Wa-Wanna hear about how I'm-I'm close to ripping my hair out? Ho-How I jerk myself off in the showers so no-no one hears? How I fu-fuck myself with a dildo in my room because I ca-can't have you? How I'll do anything fo-for you to touch me? Th-That's what you want?"

"Yes!" A shiver raced down his back at that heat flaming in his husband's gaze. The tremble to those full lips when his husband leaned forward slightly with black locks spilling over his shoulders that brushed at red cheeks. Coming forward to frame his face beautifully when he arched his chest up when fingers pinched at his nipple tearing a whine out of him. "Please! Yo-You wanna ride my cock? Wanna fu-fffuck me into the bed? Wanna wr-wring me dry? Le-Let me fuck tha-that tight ass of yours on me all night?"

Oh, the groan when he slid his hand up to tug at the waistband of his pants had him shuddering when Shouta bucked his hips. He tugged his pants down when the hand on his chest moved to dip down under the waistband of his pants then tug hardening erection out. It was mouthwatering the slit he could see forming on the slit when his husband hissed in a breath. "I'm go-gonna fuck you so good, you know that? I deserve it, do-don't I? I de-deserve to fuck you silly? We both de-deserve it, yeah?"

"Mmm! Yeah! Yeah, yo-you do, baby! Yo-You deserve to use me up! To fu-fuck me silly! We've been so busy lately and I just wa-wanna have you! Love you! I wanna bend you ov-over in the bathrooms at work! I wanna rip that fucking jumpsuit off of-of you and fuck you silly! I want to po-pound your ass into that shi-shitty twin mattress! I wa-want to fuck you until you're screaming an-and fuck any complaints! I wa-want to touch you, baby, an-and I want you to touch me! Want you so bad!"

"I want you too! I'm ab-about ready to rip my hair out if I don't ge-get you to myself for five fu-fucking hours!" Lips then pressed to his hot cheek when there was a light click and that pressure was increased tearing a keening moan out of him when the suction was fussed with as he squirmed. "I want to ri-ride you all night! I wa-want your big fucking cock in me and stre-stretching me out so good! I wa-want to ride you until yo-you're sore! I want you to fuck me for hours."

"Nnn! I will! God, I'll fu-fffuck you all over this room! Into the bed! Je-Jerk yourself off for me? Please? Please? I- Mmmm! Ah! Ah! God, baby! I- Nnnghnn! I wa-want you to fuck yourself on me all night! Ti-Tie me down with your capture we-weapon and go fuckin' nuts! l Le-Let you bounce yourself on my co-cock! Squeeze me so gooood! I-I bet you'd go crazy, huh? Ha-Havin' me in you that long? I-I'd happily fuck you into this bed! Ma-Make you scream!"

The suction of the pump was increased again tearing a cry out of him when he threw his head back. Pressing it into the pillow when teeth nipped at his ear sharply when his husband fussed with it again. Sparks raced up his back only to fan under his skin to fuel that fire. "I'll dr-drain you of every fucking drop! I'll ma-make you fuck me again and again! You're go-gonna fuck me until you can't take it anymore, you hear me? Fu-Fuck me until our legs are shaking! Fu-Fuck me until I can't sit right! 'til I'm limping!

"Ah! Ohhh, fuck! Fuck, baby! Ah! Damn it's- Nnnghnn!- so good! So good but no-not as good as you! Mmm! Yo-You're gonna have to try it!" Gasping. Huffing. Wheezing for air when he glanced over to find Shouta's free hand wrapped around himself with quick strokes that had him moaning out. God, it was fucking hot. Hotter than he imagined it being. "Nnnn! I wa-wanna fuck you! Wanna fuck you so bad! Gi-Give that hungry hole of yours so-somethin' real, yeah? Fi-Fill you up with my co-cock like you want?"

The keening moan that flew out of his husband had him shuddering when he noted the increase of his strokes with black lashes fluttering in the attempt to stay open. Half lowered in that beautiful breathtaking bedroom look. That deep red blush glowing on his cheeks as his mouth hung open slightly with rasping pants identical to his own. "I-I want you in me! Wa-Want you to fuck me with your fingers! Sla-Slam me down and fuck me! I want you in me bad! Wa-Wanna feel you and those piercings ru-rubbing good!"

Fuck. Him. Oh, that pump was sucking at him so fucking good it had his own lashes trembling with the effort of stay up as his glasses rested annoyingly against his face. Fogging up from the heat radiating off of his face, the sweat forming in a thin sheen on his cheeks and forehead. He squirmed with a thrust up into the tube instinctively with a gasp when his husband groaned next to him. "Te-Tell me! Ho-How bad do you want me, baby? How bad do-do you need to be fucked by-by me? How bad, baby?"

"So fu-fucking bad, Zashi! I ne-need you so bad! Ne-Need my husband like nothin' else!" Ah, it was a cheap shot, and his husband knew it. He knew it yet it sent heat raking under his skin with a blistering wave to rob him of his sense. His breath when Shouta whimpered next to him with that slick sound of pre-come being spread over fingers. Acting as a lubricant to aid his frantic stroking as his own hips jiggled up. "I ne-need you so fucking bad, love! Please? Please, Zashi?"

"Yo-You that desperate to see me cum? You want to see me? Ah! Ah, ah! Mmm! God, baby, I fuckin' need you so bad! So bad! Sexy fuckin' man, driving me up the wa-wall all fucking day! Ah! Nnnn! All week!" A whine left his husband next to him when he jerked his hips up again. "Bu-But you like that, don't you? You like showin' off! You like it wh-when I'm looking! You li-like being a naughty fucking boy whe-when others are around! Li-Like pusshing it, don't you?"

The whimper it got him from his husband as he exhaled sharply at the slick squelch. A hissing exhale only to be followed by a sharp inhale. "Yesss! Yes, yes, I do! Mmm! Yo-You make it so hard! Yo-You know what you do during the day an-and you know what that shit does to me! Mmmm! I-I bet if you could you'd fu-fuck me up against my chalkboard, huh? Nnnn! I wa-want you to fuck me in the staff room! Je-Jerk me off like you did last time!"

"Ah! Wha-What a dirty boy you are!" Husky. There was no other way to describe his voice as he watched Shouta stroking himself quickly with drops of pre-come forming along the slit only to drip down. Rubbed away by stroking fingers as he admired the thickness to his husband's erection. God, he could feel the weight of it on his tongue just looking at it. The taste of it. "I'd-I'd happily get under a desk! Su-Suck your cock until yo-you got caught! Always so loud , aren't yo-you?"

"Ah! Nnn! Yo-You're louder though! So-Ssssso much louder!" Gasping. Rasping. Ohh, the black-haired man was falling apart on him much faster than he ever anticipated. Hips twitched with the black-haired man's strokes when dark eyes burned down at him with that plea. Silent but it was right there; he could read it for what it was. "I-I want you too! Ch-Choke on my fucking co-cock like that! Mmmmn! Haah! I wa-wanna see you cum! Wa-Wanna come with me, lo-love?"

"Yesssss! Fuck, yes, baby! I-I want you to cum on my face! Cum all ov-over me! Mmmm! God! Fuc-Fffffuck me!"

Hot, hot, hot. He was so fucking hot. He jiggled his hips up impatiently with huffing pants leaving the both of them when he squirmed causing the blanket to rustle beneath him. His hair was deafening as it rubbed against the pillow when he arched his hips up in shallow jiggles. Thrusting up uselessly into the tube that was sucking him damn good. The pressure had his erection throbbing with twitches as pre-come dribbled from the slit. Messy. And fuck if it wasn't the hottest sight. If it didn't burn him to the core.

Panting raggedly in uneven hitches when his husband adjusted his position next to him prompting him to look up. Moaning at the sight of that hand flying up and down his erection with fingers tracing the veins lightly every once in a while. Curving towards the dripping head when Shouta sat back on his heels with that hand, he'd been balancing on the pump came down on his chest. Flicking over his hardened nipple playfully had him squirming. He hardly minded the feel of the pump resting against his stomach.

He squirmed with knees knocking together. Pain radiated up his thighs from the hit, but he could hardly think about it as his lashes fluttered shut. Fuck, he could see it. It would be just like that sex marathon they had for Valentine's one year. Constantly going, going, going until his husband's poor dick had looked raw from all the rubbing from his strokes and grinds to the fabric that so happened to be beneath him. Until his hole looked puffy from the over use. God, Shouta always looked so pretty.

Especially when they were playing with overstimulation. The slick, glistening sheen of sweat covering his body with beads of sweat sliding down his upper back and chest. Dripping down his face with hair clinging to his skin. The blushes that always formed on his skin from the heat as his hips worked with that desperate arousal pinching at his face. The way his eyes squinted with his jaw hanging oddly in that middle ground. That place where his mouth wasn't quite closed nor was it fully open. Ready to drop or snap shut.

The way his brows would squeeze together with that look of concentration. Even the way his head would throw itself back with black locks swaying and clinging to his sweaty back. His husband wasn't wrong, however; he was ready to rip his own hair out. The first half of their year seemed to have complication after complication. Always something in the way and God knows it was frustrating but working so diligently would have its outcomes for them. It would be far more favorable then scrambling last minute.

It would work out in the long run, but they just had to get through this small schedule. It would be worth it. And yet laying here, squirming as the pump sucked at him so fucking good it left him gasping. He couldn't deny that as good as the pump was that he wanted more. He wanted Shouta on top of him howling and wailing as he clawed at the blankets. Wanted him beneath him as he pounded into him until nails raked across his lower back and waist from the tugs. Down his upper arms, shoulders and back.

Let Shouta bit and mark up his throat as he deemed fit. It had him moaning out with hips jerking up with the pressure inside keeping the pump on him. God, it was an amazing little toy of theirs that he knew would go in the close with the machine. It would be a very beloved toy as he was going to make sure his husband tried it. It wasn't quite the pressure he'd get from his husband suckling him, but it was fucking close. The heat had him twisting with feet sliding over the blanket; threatening to slip out beneath him.

Shuddering with a whine when his husband whimpered next to him that had his lashes fluttering on his cheeks. What was he doing now? He knew he could open his eyes and look but it was so much better having the pump pulling at him with his husband whimpering in his ear like that. It had him gasping with a moan bursting out of him when his aching knees rubbed together. When he had bought the pump, he hadn't expected it to be so good. For it to pull at him, willing him to come faster, the way it was.

He knew it was used to help get and maintain an erection. To "enlarge" a penis but he found it far more pleasurable than anything. The perfect sex toy as his erection throbbed inside of it with that heat ripping under his skin. God, he loves it. Knowing that even with his eyes shut that his husband had to be getting off just as hard. Just as good as himself over a simple pump that was pulling at him with a pressure to get his toes curling. Rasping, uneven pants raking down his throat when he moved his hand.

Covering his left nipple while his husband's flicked at the right. Rubbing his fingers over the left the same way his husband was stimulating the right side. Trying to mirror those flicks to the piercing together as he squirmed against the blanket. Felt the bed dipping slightly next to him when his husband whimpered again with a half formed word. Please. Ohhhh, it lit a fire like nothing fucking else would. Hearing that half mewled, half whimpered word so close to him had heat raking beneath his skin that burned him up.

Fueled by the gasps of air he took. Trying to breathe around it without feeding that heat but it was impossible. His husband was such a stoic man, so apathetic to the public eye that it would never be believed how desperate his husband got. How needy he was when he was horny. The vulgar words he could spit out without a second thought. The way he could sound when he was so vocal during sex would make anyone balk in disbelief. He wanted to touch. He wanted to rip the pump off of himself and get off right now.

To say fuck it and jerk off with his husband but that suction was too good. It was too fucking good to go without. The pressure he needed but God the throbbing of his erection was driving him up the wall. Fuck, he could imagine that scenario right now; his husband pinning him down as he rode him with that reckless abandon. How his head would be thrown back as his hips squirmed in between his bouncing. How his chest jutted forward with the arches of his back as his hair flew about his shoulders and face.

How that gaze would plead with him to go faster. To come up harder to meet his bouncing rhythm. How full lips would part with a tremble of silent words that never made it out of his panting husband. It had his hips jumping now desperately with thrusts into the air as he gasped at that scalding thought. The image that came with it when he felt the hand on his chest flicking at his nipple before it moved. Sliding over his chest down to his stomach where the muscles quivered as he fussed with the button.

Adjusting the pressure again to which he threw his head back with a shrill cry that had a lightbulb popping. Oh, oh, he wished he could keep his mouth shut. Wished he could come up with a better way to stay quiet but he couldn't. Gasping, huffing, panting for air to his itching lungs as his hips jiggled with shallow thrusts. The rub of the pump against his stomach wasn't the most pleasant but he could ignore it. Focus instead on the heat raking beneath the surface of his skin. Boiling him alive from the inside out.

His shaking pants with the quiet sound of the pump sucking at him with its delicious pressure. The breathless sounds leaving his husband next to him that mixed with his moans and whines of his own. The slick sound of that stroking hand pumping over his erection. He squirmed with another desperate thrust up; as if he could buck it off of him when it was the last thing he wanted. It was like having a third, unseen person in the room with them sucking him off. Having a threesome without another person.

Using that hollowed out cheeked suction to give him the pressure he always loved getting from Shouta. As if they had opened the door allowing someone to choke on his dick to get him off while Shouta jerked off next to him. It was a hot scenario that had him gasping with his head pressing back into the pillow. It was by far the best toy he'd bought, and he'd stand by that. Even if it had his erection throbbing from that pressure and the suction was just so fucking good it was melting him through to his core.

Leaving him choking when he was thrusting up into it again with gasps of air rushing out of him faster than he liked. And he couldn't tell if he spoke through the gasps, but the pressure seemed to change again with a cry leaving him. Forcing his heavy lashes up, he focused his gaze on his husband who seemed all too delighted to have it on him again. It was mesmerizing watching that hand pumping over his erection as it twitched in his grasp with drips of pre-come dribbling down it making a slick mess.

Making the skin glisten in the lighting of their bedroom with his fingers as his husband's hips twitched into his stroking hand. It was mesmerizing. Absolutely fucking hot. Oh, the sight of him jerking himself off while being so close was the fucking hottest thing. It had his hips thrusting eagerly with the pump wobbling on him, but he hardly cared. In fact, when he glanced down it had him whining at the black-haired man with jiggles of his hips upwards. As if begging his husband to take it off sub-consciously.

God, what he'd give to have the black-haired man slamming down to his pelvis. To have that heat wrapped around his throbbing erection as muscles spasmed and contracted around him. Throbbing. Fuck, if there was one thing about the pump that it did right it was getting him harder than anything. To get his erection throbbing insistently for more, more, more. He'd give anything to have those rough hands wrapped around him with their tight grip. Stroking him until he was coming over his stomach.

It had him moaning as he twisted and squirmed with hips bucking desperately. The pressure and suction were amazing, but it wasn't enough. It wasn't enough, enough, enough. He needed more. So much more. Yet he felt the spark of his orgasm settling in his lower stomach as it twisted sluggishly with each suck of the pump around him. Watching his husband stroke himself as he leaned back on his heels giving him a clear view of his chest. The black curls of hair covering it with nipples perked up from arousal.

Down to his toned yet softening stomach to his navel where he traced that happy trail down to the wild patch of wiry curls. The sight of his husband's hand pumping over his erection faster, faster, faster. The targeted swirls of that thumb against the dripping head slickly before that hand was flying back down. It was a stunning, breathtaking sight he couldn't get enough of. The suction of that pump had him squirming, writhing, with fingers plucking at his nipples idly with pinches that had him jolting.

His shaking ones moving to copy his husband's as those dark eyes burned at him. Hot, hot, hot. One little pump. That's all it was; one little pump and he was falling apart faster than he thought he would. Panting raggedly with a whine when Shouta's fingers abandoned his nipple to brush down his chest towards his stomach to which the muscles quivered. His hips jumping up when fingers drifted over his left hip only for them to drift down to his thigh when his hand wedged itself between his legs insistently.

It was easy, unbearably easy, to know what his husband was doing. To keep in time with his stroking would be the goal but he couldn't help a moan when fingers were gently cupping his balls. Squeezing with enough pressure to get his hips jumping up with thighs falling apart. Moaning up at the black-haired man when the slick sounds of his stroking hands came to a stop when he began to roll his balls. Firm, cautious circles that had him moaning out at the pleasure it sent pooling into his stomach like magma.

He let his gaze flick down to the twitching, dripping erection being held in his husband's grasp while fingers rolled firm circles into him. Squeezing with just enough pressure to get his toes curling. Reaching out, he lightly slapped his husband's hand prompting it to let go of his erection with a curious sparkle that flickered before melting away. Realization coming much quicker when he wrapped his hand around his husband with a moan flying out of the man. Hips moving to thrust into his hand shamelessly.

Then he squeezed at the throbbing erection; twitching in his grasp when he began to stroke him quickly. Fast. Just as he had been doing seconds ago that had his husband moaning out delightedly when fingers squeezed at him. It had him moaning out in unison with that encouragement. How close could he get? It was enough yet not enough. Just enough yet not enough. What a dilemma it was as he whimpered with hips thrusting up with the pump rubbing against his stomach annoyingly. Scraping at him.

It was easy to think around when it was sucking at him with such pressure it left him in danger of drooling. His erection throbbing in the tube as he thrusted up into it again, again, again, while he stroked his husband's dripping erection. Throbbing erratically in his grasp, he couldn't play innocent on why his husband was so hard. Why he was. After their tickling and the sex that led to it, he hadn't had time to humor a quickie. Neither had Shouta. The first three weeks had been an absolute breeze compared to this week.

He felt ready to scream and rip his hair out for he hardly got a glimpse of his husband this time round. Brief greetings as they flew past one another for patrols. Late nights spent in the small dining room trying to grade and get paper work filled out. The endless planners stretched out along with figuring out their household bills. Tasks that kept them away from each other with the briefest of sights of one another. Small, short conversations held between them. He hated being so busy, but it had to work out.

And if that meant, however, his husband got hard at the smallest friction and stimulation then so be it. He was no better after all with the scent of his husband's soaps just barely making it through the overpowering scent of weed. The warmth of him against him and in his arms but God, the idea of what this man was going to do to him had him hotter than anything. He wanted to be at Shouta's mercy. He wanted that mean, evil smirk of his as his hips slammed against him as hair flew around his shoulders in wild curls.

He wanted to use this pump on him and make him orgasm again, again, again until the damn thing was full and dripping onto his thighs. He wanted to markup that flushed, pale skin of his. To touch his husband without it feeling like he was getting a quickie. Without feeling rushed. Huffing in his ragged pants, he thrusted up weakly when his husband squeezed at his balls with those firm circles that had him groaning as he tipped his head back into the pillow. Hair rustling over the pillow was deafening in his ears.

Shuddering at the heat sparking up his back from those circles that fed into the heat. The pleasure pooling into his stomach. It threatened to make him drool as the pump continued to suck at him. Hard pulls with a pressure that had him moaning out shamelessly at his husband who merely whimpered next to him as he jerked him off. Slick slides as he tried to rub at the head to smear the head only to have drops running beneath and over his fingers. God, Shouta was making a damn mess over his fingers and he fucking loves it.

Loves, loves, loves everything about the situation as he squirmed with a thrust up that had the pump rubbing against his stomach again. Whining at the sensitivity, he knew he'd give himself a rash or scrape it up if he kept on like that, but he couldn't hope to stay still. Not when that spark was twisting into his lower stomach like a fiery knot. It had him moaning in that keening pitch as his hair rustled over the pillowcase. Squirming when he squeezed at the throbbing erection in his grasp with fast strokes.

Tearing a throaty, snapping groan out of his husband. Stroking him fast, fast, fast with his thumb swirling over the dripping head when he came back up. Grinding the side of his thumb into the dripping slit, smearing the drops that welled up, when he lifted his thumb up to tap at the head. Admiring the thin, translucent strand he caught before it broke tearing a moan out of the both of them. The rolling of his balls had his toes curling as his legs shook lightly with the press he had on the bed with his pants stuttering.

His brows squeezed together as he shut his eyes tightly to focus on that sparking knot twisting tighter into him. The pressure of the machine pulling at his erection with the suction to give him that eye-rolling pleasure as he stroked his husband off. As faceless third person in a threesome that had him in the middle had his stomach knotting up. That orgasm clawing its way up fast as he listened to the airy, back of throat sounds leaving his husband. Whines and whimpers that broke through effortlessly.

He slid his hand over the throbbing erection. Slick from the pre-come. It had him stroking faster, faster, faster with those curves and twists his husband adored. Swirling over the head before sliding down to knead at the base. He was so close, he could feel it. Him and Shouta both right there; teetering on the edge of that orgasm. Waiting for them to tip over knowing the other would follow shortly after. The fingers rolling his balls squeezed then tearing a snapping moan out of him that rasped on its way out of him.

A half growled, guttural sound that had his husband whining next to him as he stroked him quickly with hips beginning to thrust into his hand. Throbbing, throbbing, throbbing. His world was shrinking to an intolerable, agonizing spot. Where the throbbing of his erection and Shouta's took the priority knowing that orgasm was right there. Huffing, gasping as his head pressed to the bed with legs shaking lightly from the push off. The dig of his feet into the bed as he caught the sound of his husband's own breaths.

Hitching like his own. Close, close, close. So fucking close. He was burning up hot, hot, hot with sweat streaking down his temples as he gasped in. Shaking, shaking, shaking. Throbbing, throbbing, throbbing. Fingers rolling his balls in tight, quick circles to get his toes curling as he stroked his husband faster. Fast as he could as hips thrusted into his hand shamelessly. The suction, the pressure, that had his erection throbbing erratically with his orgasm twisting up. A hot coal settling into his lower stomach.

Clawing its way to the surface when he twisted his fingers of his free hand into the blanket; holding onto it when he felt his thighs beginning to tighten. Trembling much like the muscles of his abdomen flexing with hips jerking up desperately. And then, then, then he was howling. Shouting out something to his husband, he didn't know what, he couldn't hear. Couldn't focus even as he howled when he pressed his head back. His hearing aids shrieking in protest to the deafening volume but he couldn't care.

Couldn't pay it mind when he was coming, coming, coming. The consistent pressure and suction of the pump on his erection finally, finally, finally tipping him over. Shuddering at that insignificant pluck followed by that white-hot heat rushing in a tingling wave up his shaking thighs. It wasn't anything like the blowjobs his husband could get but rather it took time, and it took pressure, but he was done. His howl choked off when he heard a pop of glass, the vicious rattling of the lampshades and picture frames.

Holding himself stiffly as his hips jerked desperately with the frantic throbbing of his erection as he forced his hand to move. To stroke his husband fast, fast, fast when he felt him shifting slightly next to him with a keening moan. He couldn't breathe without feeding the white-hot heat ripping him apart. Choking him when his husband cried out with hips thrusting desperately into his stroking hand. Slick from the drops of pre-come when his husband was stiffening with a hoarse cry choking itself out of him.

His erection throbbed frantically in his hand when he felt the first hot spurt landing on his chest. His throat up to his jaw slightly with the awkward angle but God he didn't care, care, care. He was gasping through his own orgasm that was tearing him up from the inside out. Eating him up leaving not a bit behind as he came in the pump. An odd sensation but it was easy to ignore. To think around as he shuddered through the waves pounding through him. The machine sucking around him prolonged his orgasm.

Kept him throbbing. Hard. The white-hot suspension he found himself in as he gasped in and out. Oh, it was fucking good! He couldn't get enough of that pressure around his throbbing erection as he thrusted up into it with each spurt leaving him. The machine sucking around him as if to encourage another spurt. Another throb. He was choking under that white-hot heat that ripped him apart from the inside out. Too much, too much, too much. Not enough, not enough, not enough. It was eating him alive.

Devouring him with each pulse of his erection. Gasping. Choking. He was burning in that white-hot heat as he writhed desperately with a keening moan leaving him at that ear ringing, deafening pitch. Too hot, too hot, too hot. Burning up. And then, then, then mercifully that agonizing heat began to rush out of him. Waves that raked over him on their way out, leaving him as suddenly as it slammed over him when he took a shuddering breath. Shuddering at the twitching and throbbing in his hand seemed never ending.

Spurt after spurt with lines of come hitting his chest. God, it had him shuddering when the black-haired man whimpered in unison with him. He could feel hips rocking, thrusting weakly to aid the tail end of that orgasm with a dribble of the weak spurt leaving his husband that dribbled over his fingers. Throbbing. Twitching yet the sight above him as hips rocked weakly as if to ride out those ebbing waves. He pulled his slick hand away to fuss with the pump with a whimper flying out of him with a shudder.

Turning off the suction then the pressure with clumsy hands, he tugged the pump off of himself where his throbbing erection rested against his stomach. Softening slightly, it remained half hard against his stomach when he whined. He knew it was merely from the pump; it had promised longer erections much like a cock ring would. He was a slick mess of lube and come yet when he went to sit up, he hissed in when his husband's hands came into view. He blinked sluggishly at his husband's moving hands.

The bright pink cock ring he'd tossed on the bedside table glistening with lube stretched out by his fingers. It was carefully slid over him much to his awe. Eased over the piercings down to the base where it squeezed him good. His half hard erection giving a twitch when his husband was taking the pump from his hand to place off to the side. Perhaps too over eager for it rolled over the blanket where it clattered to the floor. He wished he could be upset or worried about it breaking but he didn't have a thought about it.

Not when Shouta was swinging his leg over his lap to straddle his waist. The come on his jaw, his throat and chest were cooling when fingers swiped over his jaw and throat to gathering it on his fingers when they were then brought up. Hovering before his lips when he opened his mouth without a second thought. Suckling and licking at those fingers giddily with the familiar taste of his husband's come spreading over his tongue. A bit musky but not awful. Not overly salty, at least when fingers slid out of his mouth.

Rubbing over his bottom lip lightly before dipping down to gather the come on his heaving chest before lifting it up again. He happily leaned forward, grabbing onto his wrists to hold him into place, then lapped before covering his fingers. Suckling at them as he slid his tongue between his husband's fingers before lapping at the pads of them. Swirling playfully with rubs of his piercing against them when they curled to press against his tongue. Rubbing over it his tongue when he suckled at them until the taste faded.

Removing them of any trace of the come that had been on them when he pulled those fingers out of his mouth with a thin strand of saliva clinging to them. And fuck if that desire, that hunger, for more didn't rip into him when he caught that heat blazing in his husband's gaze. He then happily sat up towards his husband when he flipped to pi9n him down to the bed rather than remaining in that position. For as much as he'd love nothing more than to have his husband take control for the night, he wanted to be selfish.

He wanted to do as Shouta had said he wanted him too; he was going to fuck this man into the bed when hands twisted into his hair to tug him lower. The heat in that gaze shared the same sentiment when he smirked down at the flushed black-haired man with curls spreading over the pillowcase. He was lovely. They could stop here. He could let his husband do as he pleased to get him off again or he could give them both what they wanted. Give them both what they so clearly wanted because he was far from done.

And the heat in that gaze spoke volumes when he let his head be yanked down towards his husband as he crushed his lips down to his. Sliding fervently with those full ones, the taste of his husband's come on his tongue, the feverish heat of him beneath? The arms holding him tight? He was going to give his husband everything he wanted and more tonight. After all, they had more than enough time to indulge tonight, and he planned on taking the chance while he had it as he crushed his lips to Shouta's.

He was far from done tonight.