Shouta was hardly what he'd call an expert on romance or effortlessly romantic. He knew that romance didn't come effortlessly to him as it did for others like Nemuri or Hizashi. However, he certainly wouldn't put himself in the same leagues as Yagi. He wasn't clueless when romance was thrown in his face but rather, he saw it for what it was. It was in the movies he'd seen and the books he'd read unknowingly in his youth. Something his sister loved to gush on about while trying to romanticize his life with her friends.
Something he'd hear endlessly when she'd come home after a hang out with them. However, he never saw much need for romance in his life. Who cared if he was given a piece of chocolate the day before Valentine's Day? Who was he to care if he was given a flower? His mother had many times ripped apart dandelions given to him in his childhood that he'd received from a classmate of his. Deemed as nothing more than a bundle of weeds not allowed into their home. That the chocolate he received was unhealthy.
No good for him. It was these rebukes and confiscations that gave him that apathetic view towards romance. Especially when he saw nothing between his mother and stepfather. He had been hold enough to remember his biological father's attempts at romance and how his mother had shot them down ruthlessly. It was more than enough observation to give him that apathy towards the whole topic of romance. It was always a shock to see how his sister held onto her rose tinted glasses in terms of romance.
Her view on it was something that had him stunned. Surprised given the treatment their mother gave whenever his sister received flowers or chocolate on Valentine's Day from her classmates. Small cards from her age mates that were ultimately ripped apart by their mother. He had never spurned romance as a whole but rather he merely felt confused for years at it. Viewing it merely as his mother had; extra steps to get into someone's pants. It was a view that his sister tried to break by showing him the brighter side.
Shoving those age appropriate romance books into his hands or setting him down for movies that she had been far too young for. He knew that she had been worried he'd never find a romance like the media dramatized. He'd never participate in it and cling to his apathetic views on it. He'd hardly had those advances shown towards him in his middle school years. Not when his parental figures had shamed him publicly with that god awful eyepatch to control his quirk. Gave fuel to that ruthlessness in the public eye.
Could it be held against him that he hadn't been tripping over his feet for romance from them? For affection? Love? It had taken from the time Suki was eight to eleven to give up on finding romance for him. It had been an adorable feat with that childlike desire for him to be happy. It was a sweet concern his sister had that was too serious for her younger age. However, he hadn't dared shut it down until she was old enough to understand for fear of hurting her feelings. After all, it all had been very innocent.
Placing little flowers on his pillow and desk with a horribly scrawled note from a "classmate" of his that had given them to her for him. Small gestures to soften him until those books found their way into her bag given she was an avid reader. They found their way into his possession for him to read. However, after entering U.A, the girl had given up. Perhaps it was her age or the fact she had accepted fact but she seemed restless in tormenting him once again. However, he hadn't quite given up on his apathetic views.
He had spent years assuring his sister romance wasn't the end all, be all for him. Yet as apathetic as he was towards it, he couldn't deny there had been a quiet longing to feel that. To have those romantic advances level onto him. It was a quiet longing that he could very easily ignore. Forget about. And yet he found that longing twisting to the surface the longer he spent time around Hizashi. Taking hold in the weeks after the Sports Festival with Hizashi. It had all come down to those weeks after it had been kickstarted.
That unknown trigger that his husband had told him had allowed him to fully realize his feelings. It was a quiet longing that he'd wanted yet refused to vocalize out loud when the blonde, Nemuri, and Oboro decided to start those teasing around Valentine's Day. The romantic gestures that remained far too grand and annoying weeks after the holiday. Chocolates and flowers plucked from sidewalks and bushes stuffed in his desk. It had been annoying to deal with when Nemuri was flicking candy at him.
Even Oboro joined in by sprinkling blades of grass and flowers over his head when he could. It was called off when he had a pack of M&M's thrown at him when he was visiting Oboro's home. The flowers he'd found weaved into his hair when he nodded off. It was aggravating. Irritating. Nemuri was always trying to show him that "romance" he was missing out on in her words. Something that had him set on edge. It was at that time when he'd found himself growing irritated with the way she cradled Hizashi's head to her breast.
The proximity. He had never held much appreciation for romance but jealousy he'd understood perfectly. It was an emotion he'd hated more than the idea of that longing for romance. For a cliché first date that would leave him touched to his core like media always depicted. It was a time he'd sworn he'd never gritted his teeth harder over the close proximity between Nemuri and Hizashi. The blatant, flirtatious whips between the two of them that had him burning up. Cold to the blonde as he had flatly refused his advances.
Refused to humor the idea that the blonde, who enjoyed his grand gestures, would want a thing to do with him. He didn't want the attention of such grand displays. And yet when the blonde had confessed to him that summer, he'd been clueless. Unsure on how to handle it. For it had been far from romantic and far from one of those grander, extravagant expressions the blonde had been known for. It had been quiet. Stuttered, stumbled and choked on his words as freckled cheeks had turned red.
It was a moment that allowed him to see through that loud personality of his. See that Hizashi was a simplistic person. He would take what he could get while keeping his boundaries in place. In the years following that shared confession after he'd received that cherished cat plushie from the blonde it had been easy. Far too easy to keep that romance he'd been so apathetic towards alive between them. Quiet, gentle ways did he give Hizashi the romantic gestures that he knew touched the blonde most.
The soft words of affirmation and the physical touches during those moments to give him what he wanted. To take him out on date nights. At home or out on a stroll when the blonde perked up. To give him those small flowers he knew the blonde liked. It was effortless to keep kindling the romantic wants and needs of their relationship. Swept off his feet with the quietness of it. Not a raging, blinding type filled with that passion as the media always dramatized. It was a quiet kind of romance both he wanted.
Of course, he knew sometimes a grander gesture was needed and he happily gave it to his husband over the years. It was now a yearly tradition that he'd get that bouquet of his husband's favorite flowers to place on his desk in the staff room at U.A. Small, medium, or large, it never mattered what size. All that mattered was he remembered the blonde's favorite flowers after these years. He had long since come to recognize that, perhaps, their entire relationship from start to recent times could be considered romantic.
Filled with tragedy at various points and threats of ruin but they'd pulled together. Not for necessity nor obligation but for that love he held for the blonde. There had never been, nor would there be another person he'd want more. Of course, Hizashi liked to counter that it could be anyone in his place. And he could accept that reality. That they could have diverged on different paths while remaining friends. That they could have become romantically involved with anyone else. But what mattered is that it was Hizashi.
It was this he could effortlessly express to his husband the second he felt there was a bit of self-consciousness. When that jealousy flickered on his husband's face when Emi was in the staff room to pick up Nemuri for a date night. When she was laying pick up line and flirtatious joke after another until Hizashi was turning red with that venomous jealousy. Gritting out playful responses in that strained tone before he was excusing himself. Jealousy, he had come to realize over the years, was far too common an emotion.
Especially with fans of his husband fawning over him. However, much like Hizashi did, he always deflected Emi's jokes when they were aimed at him. Reassured his husband of the reality that they both there was zero chances of anything happening with the green-haired woman. Trust went both ways between them. Just like that open communication they shared. And so, when the blonde had begun talking about making plans for Valentine's Day shortly after Christmas, he'd been more than curious to listen.
To hear what the blonde was thinking of doing in terms of ideas only to ask his input. After giving a few idle ideas of his own, his husband had taken it into his hands to plan it. Hints, teasing, and playful remarks were made the closer they had gotten to February. The closer they got to the day. Sunday had been the first time in a week he'd heard Hizashi mutter anything about Valentine's Day. It would be easy to shrug it off as a spur of the moment thing during sex. A frantic promise made in the attempt to keep his hopes up.
To get him riled up at the thought. A promise of sex at a later time to get him off. It was after they had been cleaning up that he'd caught a glimmer in that gaze when Hizashi brought it up once more. While he gave not a thing away, he had promised to be ready on Tuesday for a date night with the blonde. It was effortless to make the blonde beam the rest of Sunday. Squirming and fidgeting against him that night with an excitement that threatened to spread to him when his feet began shifting. Kicking restlessly at Hizashi.
Fidgeting himself until he ordered the blonde through sign language to go to sleep. Rolling away merely allowed the blonde to curl against his back. Monday morning the blonde seemed ready to vibrate out of his damn skin. Bouncing on his toes in the shower, before the mirror as his hair was styled up, and he had to admit he felt a trace of excitement. It had been a while since they'd gone out on a date. He had to admit that he truly did like the thought of being taken out for a night with Hizashi. Excited over it.
Even if it would be a day filled with those clichés, he was more than happy to indulge in it. Throughout their Monday, he'd been contemplating an idea to make the day better. To make it special. He'd glanced over their list on the flash-drive that his husband had gifted him weeks ago their "movies" as Hizashi playfully called them. Monday night had been spent looking over their list before he'd decided to take a dive into an idea. One that he knew he'd have to ask for help on. It was something he wanted to look into.
Just so he could know what he was talking about. He refused to go into something without any knowledge of what he needed to accomplish such a feat. However, given he couldn't very well tell his husband, he'd had to keep it to himself. After all, how did he tell his husband he wanted to buy a corset and garter belts as something special for him? For Valentine's Day? He knew better than anyone that it wasn't going to be simple to find those items on his own. Not with the corsets he'd been looking over and their shipping dates.
Garter belts were another thing all together. He had given up after an hour or two that night after placing an order for a floral shop to pick up in the morning. Pushing away from his desk when he'd felt that light throbbing in his temples. The ache of his muscles from the consistent squeeze of his brows coming together. He knew he'd have to suck it up. Have to go to one other person he trusted to help him with this type of situation. And God, it was mortifying thinking of going to the dark-haired woman for this.
But he simply wasn't as well versed in how he'd get clothing items aimed at women to fit on him. Where he'd find a male equivalent he could get now rather than wait weeks for it. The thought of going to Nemuri with the request that he wanted to get a corset and a garter belt threatened him to back out. The embarrassment that came at the thought of doing it. However, he'd forced himself to bed with an alarm set for that ungodly hour. After asking Nemuri if she could drive him to the floral shop in the morning.
The first question he'd ask of the woman who seemed all too happy to help him. When his alarm had gone off Tuesday morning, it also came with the sharp rap of knuckles on his door. Dragging himself out of bed in his pajama's, he'd let himself be dragged to the car where he made his way out to pick up that small bouquet for his husband. A delicate arrangement with his husband's favorites; orange lilies, pink lisianthus', and a few peach roses. Baby's breath to go with it all as to keep it from looking too bare.
Nemuri had crooned at both it and him for such a "sweet gesture" with that teasing tone. He'd gritted his teeth through it when they returned to U.A where he made his way through the dorms. Dressing himself while making sure to have his sleeping bag on him before flying out of the dorms. Rushing to the staff room to get the arrangement on his husband's desk. To fill out the card he'd chosen to do personally without Nemuri trying to pester him to see. After placing them on his husband's desk, he was moving.
Rushing out of the building where he'd happily met the blonde out in the parking lot. His normal shades having been switched out for heart shaped ones. Nails changed from glistening green to two different shades. Red on his left hand and pink on his right. It had been a delight listening to his husband crow about the flowers with that beaming smile on his lips. The joy he saw shining in those green eyes when they flicked to him after reading over that card. Watching the blonde slap it to his chest with that wide smile.
Hiding it when Nemuri tried to peek at it with her playful taunts. And that bouquet was brought room to room with that smitten expression each time he saw the blonde. Absolutely overjoyed from a simplistic gesture that morning. He'd been given chocolate and a Dr. Pepper with the blonde beaming rather than tease him about his "abomination before God" combination. Valentine's Day had always been a quiet event before they'd become a couple. However, it quickly gained more meaning when they began dating.
The first few years had been loud, extravagant with Hizashi trying to go above and beyond for him before he got the blonde to understand he didn't need that. They'd been awkward, loud celebrations those first years and he loved to reminisce with Hizashi over them. By the end of Tuesday, he swore his husband was going to burn out. There was a bounce to his step, a new volume to his voice as he dismissed his class. It was only when the blonde appeared in his doorway with his bouquet in hand did his heart jump.
Had his stomach squeezing in on itself when the blonde promised to pick him up for dinner. After dismissing the blonde, he'd swallowed his pride in preparation to hunt down Nemuri for that conversation. To ask for her help while he was steeled emotionally for it. When he had searched for her, she was nowhere to be found. It was only then Yagi spoke up to say that she had left with Emi for the night. Irritating as it was, he couldn't help a sigh of relief as he gave up on it in favor of getting ready.
Of course, he was more than euphoric in that joy when Hizashi showed up with that soft makeup look he'd been debating on that afternoon of the foot job. The rose gold that had the color of his eyes popping at him the way they had before. He loved it. A quiet dinner date together had been the highlight of his night. Seeing his husband across the table from him with that quiet conversation had been amazing. Released a tension he hadn't realized he'd been holding when Hizashi was kicking playfully at him below the table.
It had to have been one of the best dates they'd been on in some time. Whether that was because of the cliché moves aimed his way that he happily returned to his husband or the atmosphere itself. He'd been buzzing much like his husband when he'd finished off his second glass of wine. Once he did so, Hizashi had asked for the check. He wasn't an idiot. He knew where it would have gone. He also knew it wasn't smart. He'd wanted to space out the times they came together for sex but he couldn't deny he wanted it.
That Hizashi wanted it. Badly. There had been a light red inflamed appearance to the piercings the previous day that worried him. However, his husband promised there'd been no pain. No discomfort. It had been too easy to give in to that electricity thrumming under his skin. The haze the wine had put him in when Hizashi was hovering over him. When pink lips had come down on his own with the scent of his cologne merely adding to that fog. Making him fuzzy. Of course, he hadn't been surprised how it turned out.
When they'd been forced to break apart at a call. An urgent matter at the dorms that needed him much to his frustration. Even Hizashi seemed to have a forming pout on his lips when he was walking briskly with him through the house to the car once again. It was a frustration that ate at him that night. The Wednesday after it but he'd sucked it down the best he could. It was, however, what allowed him to once again swallow his pride. To swallow that embarrassment when he hunted down Nemuri only to find her in the teacher's dorms.
Sitting on the couch in the open area where he'd sat next to her after changing into his own comfortable pair of clothing. Gritting his teeth as he asked her to help him. And God, it was just as awful as he feared it to be. As mortifyingly embarrassing as he'd thought it'd be watching her eyes light up when he choked out on his idea. It was a simple question that led to the woman lunging for her coat and car keys in the pockets. Yanking him out of the dorms towards the parking lot stumbling over his feet before falling in pace.
Nemuri seemed all too delighted to shove him into her car once they reached it. Peeling out of the parking lot faster than he could blink. He had gone to Nemuri once for those shorts and stockings. He'd yet to go to the woman for any other help regarding his and Hizashi's sex life but she had helped the blonde countless times. Helped him when they began to dip their toes into the BDSM pool that the woman had been suggesting they try for years. She was always more than willing to help them with not an ounce of judgement.
Always ready to throw herself into the foray if it meant even slightly getting a peek into what their bedroom life was like. It was all in good spirits, he knew that, but it was embarrassing nonetheless. He'd felt that embarrassment when Nemuri had her arm hooked into his elbow after they'd pulled into a parking lot. Dragging him by the arm into the store. One that -if he were to base judgment on the outside appearance- looked like that damn sex store. The one he and Hizashi had gone in to get those new plugs last time.
It had his face burning when Nemuri dragged him knowingly along the isles while his phone buzzed in his pocket with texts from his husband. How did he explain that? If Hizashi had heard already from Yagi that he was dragged from the dorms, how did he answer? What did he tell the blonde? He'd been absolutely wordless during that trip. Unable to verbalize more than a hum or a grunt at the woman as she dragged him through the isles. It was a mortifying eternity of having Nemuri hold corsets up against his chest.
Garter belts held to his waist and thighs with packs of stockings held up in comparison. It was insane. Going to a clothing store like that was the last thing he'd imagined himself doing with Nemuri. But where else was he to get a corset? A garter belt? How would he know where to start? He'd tried choking down the embarrassment when Nemuri held onto his arm tightly to keep him from leaving the store. To let her handle it while he cooled off his hot face. Instead, she kept him by her side with that tight grip on his arm.
Something he'd kept his jaw clenched tight at while she chattered happily with the cashier. How was it that both her and Hizashi could talk so easily in such stores? As if the items being rung up weren't mortifying? Personal? It had his legs shaking with that urge to rush out. To hide his red face away yet the red nailed hand on him refused to let go. He wasn't one to run in the face of panic but that? God, that had been an experience that ripped all those old embarrassment right up to the surface. That reserved nature of his.
Choking him when it was worsened after Nemuri winked at him cheekily. Holding up a card as she proclaimed that she'd cover it for him this time in that playful tone that had the cashier giggling. He wanted to forget it ever happened. He'd been relieved after Nemuri was scooping the bags off of the counter with her hand tugging at him allowing him to rush quickly with her. After returning to the dorms, Nemuri had once again offered to help him with getting into the corset should he need it. Had offered that advice.
While he'd not waved it away nor accepted, he'd merely been relieved to get to his dorm. After the call that night, he knew that he wanted to do something soon with the blonde. After all, he'd promised to use that weakly formed schedule until he was fully healed. Until he was confident that that irritation and inflammation wouldn't come back from the vigorous activity. However, with how close they'd gotten Tuesday night, he couldn't deny he truly wanted to do something. To make up for how close they'd been.
However, Thursday proved impossible. Not with the tight schedule they'd been running that day that had left the both of them exhausted. That timing he was searching for made itself known sooner than he predicted the next day. Friday nights were always busy from the morning to the time they came home. Something was always thrown at them that would stop them in their tracks. Add another task to the ever-growing to-do list of theirs. Filling up schedules. It was a busy day that always led to a frantic night.
One where Hizashi was flitting about in a rush to get ready for work that would last from late that night to early the next morning. Saturday's for them were a relaxation day. A day to sleep in however late they all pleased to sleep in. To do as they pleased on Saturday while they could when the sun was up. And it was nights like tonight that presented that opportunity to put his plan into action. Earlier in the night, before dinner, Hitoshi had said in that toneless voice he was hanging out with Denki for the night.
This, for him, merely sealed that delight when Hizashi had tried pulling more details from the indigo-haired teen. Friday and Saturday nights were nights they allowed Hitoshi to do as he pleased. To go out as often as he wanted so long as he told them where he was going. Who he'd be with and his time frame on his return home which either was for dinner or before midnight where he'd go straight ot his room. This was more than fine for him tonight. Eri, on the other hand, was far more tired tonight than they had realized.
She was already tucked into bed after the events of the day. Saturday nights were like a golden ticket. A chance to act on the ideas they'd had brewing in their heads. Ideas that had been put off from exhaustion and their schedules made Thursday night and Friday night an impossibility. After dinner, Eri had gone down surprisingly easy for a fussy seven-year-old when she'd begun nodding off after the meal. Halfway through her movie, she was out like a light against Hizashi's chest only to rose when he'd begun moving.
Carrying her upstairs as she tried to wake herself enough to give those sleepy, whining protests. Kicking weakly into the air as Hizashi crooned adoringly at her those rejections on her pleas to go back downstairs to watch the movie. Nuzzling his cheek to her pink one before he'd disappeared from view. It was that point the sun had since gone down with those burnt oranges fading over the horizon with the encroaching darkness muffling them. Chasing the hues away as he glanced out the window of their living room at it.
He had then picked up the living room, fussing with the throw blanket and pillows before turning the TV and lights off had been quick work. Hitoshi, naturally, had come thumping down the stairs in his thick coat and boots with his usual bland reassurance he'd be home before midnight. If he wasn't then he'd stay at the dorms. It had been easy letting the teen go as he flew out the door into the white light of the new porch light. Something that Hizashi had insisted on installing for the winter months.
After that, it was a mere matter of getting the kitchen cleaned up when Hizashi had come down. The blonde had suggested they did something fun for the night with the suggestions of a new movie. A show or a gaming night together on their system they had in the bedroom. With his noncommittal answers, he had inevitably given a suggestive answer to his husband. Not quite saying no to a gaming night but he had to admit, he did have an idea for their Saturday night. He'd tried to be subtle. Coy with his wording.
And much to his delight, Hizashi had seemed to catch on quickly. Picked up on the offer to make up for their sudden start and stop on Tuesday after their date. To make up for how Hizashi no doubt wanted Valentine's Day to end. How he had wanted it too. It was this subtly, carefully worded suggestion that had his husband perking up with that sparkle to his gaze. He wasn't afraid to call the reaction he got from his husband cute. Watching his mouth drop open allowing for the light to glint off that piercing.
The way his eyebrows shot up with a fast blink that ended in eyes widening at him. The delight when the corners of his open mouth twitched as the blonde bounced on his toes before rushing to grab at his face tipping it up. Pressing a flurry to kisses over it before promising to be back in no longer than ten to fifteen minutes. It was this promise that had his cheeks burning when his husband had then rushed out of the house like hounds of Hell were at his feet. It had his own heart jumping in a wild sprint.
This was something he had in mind for making up for Valentine's Day. Hell, if he'd planned better in advance and asked Nemuri sooner, he might've done it then. However, he threw himself into fussing with a few last minute things. The dishwasher along with turning off any extra lights in the house that didn't need to be on before he was rushing briskly to their bedroom to shoo the cats out of it. Taking his time to run the lint roller over the blankets before grabbing that bag from the back of their closet to open up to take the pieces out.
Standing before the bed, he let his gaze flick over those items laid out over it carefully. Heat burned in the back of his neck as he let his gaze flick over the corset. The garter belt and stockings. While he was hardly the biggest fan of red, he had to admit that tonight it looked thrilling. Exciting. All those pieces of clothing laid out over the bed glowed against their dark blankets brilliantly. The corset, from what Nemuri had told him was an undercut styled one. A waist trainer, if he remembered what Nemuri had said right.
It was laid out with its deep black ribbons fanned out over the blanket. Another piece of black to contrast the deep red of the corset, garter belt and the stockings but it had his heart jumping. Pinching his lips together, his fingers tightened on the elastic band of his boxers. He had minutes to get ready. Minutes that he was wasting letting his embarrassment feed into a hesitation he hadn't felt in God knows how long. Curling his fingers in a tight squeeze, he worked his boxers down his legs quickly.
Amongst the garter belt, stockings and corset was a pair of underwear. No, he wouldn't dare classify them as underwear when he knew good and well what they were. How Nemuri had snuck a men's thong into the bag, he'd never understand. He knew in the moment he'd been absolutely mortified to be standing in that store. That no doubt had to be the reason why he had been so unobservant at the time. They were lacy along the top where it'd rest along his waist and then there was the thin piece of fabric for the back.
Unlike his boxers he had stuffed in his drawers these were revealing. These were a proper thong style that he hadn't dared to consider when he'd been looking online for them. It had his cheeks burning as his hands shook lightly at the sight of them. The idea that Nemuri knew he'd be wearing any of this was almost too much. He didn't know how he was going to be able to look this woman in the eye without seeing that mischievous look. That knowing sparkle in her gaze when she would ask him about it in private.
Swallowing, he stepped out of his boxers quickly then reached out to grab the lacy thong off of the bed to step into carefully. Standing up quickly, he tugged at the lacy gently up to rest on his hips as he reached down to fit himself comfortably into it. Flinching at the light press of that strip of fabric sliding between his ass cheeks. Not the worst thing but it triggered that old self-consciousness as he reached out to grab the stockings. Refusing to stop and giving that embarrassment a window to rip into him.
To let it wash over him forcefully enough to make him back out. He refused to let it. Bunching the red fabric up, he slid his foot into it before tugging it tightly as he braced his foot to the bed. Pulling the fabric up to his mid-thigh, he made quick work to drop his foot off the edge of the bed to grab at the left stocking. Bunching it up in his grasp once again, he bent down to fit it snugly over his left foot which he heaved up to brace on the edge of the bed. This was familiar. The cool fabric hugging his legs tightly.
It was easy to find the familiarity in the clothing he had on him now without being mortified. It was merely stockings. Just underwear. He tugged at the stocking up until he was satisfied with that snug fit as he fussed with the top of it. Turning then to grab at that brilliant red garter belt that, truthfully, looked simplistic. Easier than anything he'd put on before. It was one that came with the clasps attached according to Nemuri and was something he could step into. Easy for a first timer without overwhelming him.
Something that, despite the shade of the belt, would look good on him. That was something Nemuri had said to him countless times if he so much as opened his mouth to question the color. He trusted Nemuri on that. After all, not everyone wanted black lingerie, did they? Hizashi had an array of colors in his lingerie collection so surely something bolder in the theme of a late Valentine's Day idea wouldn't be awful, would it? Letting out a breath, he plucked up the garter belt then bent down as he stepped into it.
Moving carefully to avoid snagging his feet on anything like he had with the thong. Easing it up slowly until he was standing up straight with the waistband of it resting around his waist. It fit around him no differently than his boxers had seconds ago. The straps dangled against his thighs prompting him to reach down and tug at the clasps until he got them open and clamped onto the tops of his stockings. It was a light tug on the fabric he hadn't expected over his thighs making them feel a touch tighter.
Not uncomfortable but it was definitely that secure feeling as he finished with the final two clips on the back. He felt that slow rush of excitement when he let out a shuddering breath as his hands instinctively slid over the garter belt. Thin but it was soft beneath his fingers. Reaching down hesitantly to the thin band of lace that was his thong, he felt that rush of excitement. That arousal stabbing through only to twist viciously into him when he shifted on his feet to take a step toward their full length mirror before hesitating.
That temptation to look was pulling at him. To merely make sure it all looked fine, but he knew he wouldn't focus on a damn thing. He knew he'd stand before that mirror just like his husband does every other morning. Knew that he'd stand, twist, spin on his feet slowly and preen until his husband was walking through the bedroom doors. It would be better to get the corset on first and laced up then look to the mirror to make any final adjustments. He fell back on his heels as he turned to the bed to grab the corset.
He let out a slow breath when he checked the black ribbons. Making sure it was properly laced through the holes as Nemuri told him to make sure of. From the videos he'd seen, it shouldn't be too hard to do this himself. It was a matter of sucking his stomach in and tying it tightly. Breathing slowly and shallowly at first to get used to that new squeeze then adjust the tightness if need be. If he didn't take this off for sex, he knew it'd be terrifying for his husband if he fainted or blacked out because he couldn't breathe right.
Lifting it up, he situated the corset around his back then brought the front forward to begin working the clips together quickly. Twitching at the ticklish touch as the black ribbons swayed against his calves through the stockings when his phone pinged on the pillow. Yanking together that last hook, he shuffled over to pick up his phone to find a text from Hizashi waiting for him. It'd be better to answer now and buy himself a few minutes, wouldn't it? He just needed two or three extra minutes to tie the back up.
To fuss with any last minute things if he needed too before Hizashi came home. If anything, he wanted to make sure he didn't look silly. Ridiculous in the bright red coloring. He knew that Hizashi avoided it because he had believed for years it made him look cheap. Like a slut. He, on the other hand, thought his husband looked amazing in red. He didn't wear red often enough to know if it clashed on him. Unlocking his phone screen, he took another breath before rolling his shoulders back as he opened up the texts.
Zashi-chan: Hey, baby! I was looking and did you want another bottle of Dr. Pepper for tonight?
Zashi-chan: To go with our snacks after whatever it is you have planned?
Zashi-chan: A refresher, you might say 😏
Sho-chan: u r so annoyingly obv u know tht?
Zashi-chan: Absolutely! But weren't you the one who was making those suggestions? 😉
Zashi-chan: I know I'll regret asking but did you also want your chocolate with it?
Sho-chan: u know me so well dnt u? 😘
Zashi-chan: You're literally the worst person I know of, Shouta Aizawa, you hear me?
Zashi-chan: From your disgusting Dr. Pepper and chocolate combo along with your awful texting that you do
Zashi-chan: ON PURPOSE MIND YOU
Sho-chan: womp womp 😁
Zashi-chan: You're the WORSE
Zashi-chan: I hate to ask but do you need anything else from here?
Sho-chan: no i thnk if we hve enough here of wht i need then we r fine
Sho-chan: but do u thnk u culd w8? i just need like 2 or 3 mins to fnish it
Zashi-chan: No problem, baby! Are you going to show me what you got on your shopping venture with Nem?
Zashi-chan: She was teasing me if I "saw it yet" and stuff but is always disappointed when I say no
Zashi-chan: Soooo, it's GOTTA be fucking good whatever you got planned, baby, isn't it? 😏
Sho-chan: mybe it is
Sho-chan: mybe it isnt so i guess ull just find out whn u get home wnt u? 😉
Zashi-chan: Oh, I absolutely WILL find out! 😘😏
Zashi-chan: I know you asked for two or three minutes but is it okay if I start heading home now?
Zashi-chan; I'll walk slower than usual if that helps at all?
Sho-chan: ya u can strt heading bck Zashi
Sho-chan: if u come in the house just w8 4 me to call 4 u, k?
Zashi-chan: I gotcha! I'll be home real soon then! 😘❤️
Sho-chan: ❤️
Tossing his phone onto the bed, he watched it bounce towards the center of his bed as he reached down to grab the black ribbons. Holding them in his hands he took a moment to take a deep breath. In. Out. In. Out. He sucked in a deep breath before curling the ribbons around his fingers. Holding his breath, he pulled sharply at them. Pulling as hard at them as he possibly could to pull the corsets back together. Letting out that deep breath slowly, he kept a tight hold on the ribbons as he pushed the air out of his lungs.
Every wisp he could manage before taking another breath in then out as he tugged lightly with reaffirm that strength. Flinching at the choked wheeze leaving him as his chest rose then stuttered with that rush of breath. It was tight. Clenching around him tightly with an uncomfortable squeeze on his midsection that had him breathless. His lungs screeched for a proper breath rather than the shallow huffs he took uncertainly when he reached behind him. God, it was tight. And yet he knew it was the tightest it could be.
He knew most wore it tighter but for sex it wasn't necessary for him to have it so tight. He tried to even out his breath as he kept his tight pull on the ribbons as he began to tie them blindly. Fuck, it felt like this thing was trying to squeeze his organs out of him. It had him breathless as his fingers moved quickly to get it knotted quickly. Tugging at the loops he made weakly, he straightened up with those breaths trembling when he swallowed before turning on his feet. He felt stiff. Forced in an upright position.
It was a stiffness that he knew would make bending over uncomfortable. Promised he wouldn't be able to bend over properly without it squeezing at his waist, stomach, and ribs. It had his breaths trembling on huffs from the nervousness twisting into him. Worried he'd done something wrong. It was an irrational worry but he couldn't shake it when he could feel the hems and lining of the corset biting lightly into his skin. Crushed his ribs making those breaths hard to drag down into his lungs. An unbearable squeeze.
But God if it didn't have a strange comfort to it. it was an odd feeling to have around that discomfort of the squeeze but he didn't want to question it. Not yet. He swallowed when he found himself listening to the quiet thuds of his stocking covered feet moving over the floor towards the full body mirror. Hizashi had spent hours, days, weeks in front of this very mirror preening and twisting before the reflection until he was satisfied with himself. The very thing they'd used impromptu for that mirror sex last time.
It had his stomach fluttering when he hesitated briefly at the edge of the mirror. Would this be too much? Or would it be an effect like his lacy boxers had been? The first time he'd worn those booty shorts Nemuri had gotten and tailored for him? He knew it was a matter of gathering his confidence. His boldness. Yet he wavered on the balls of his feet before he took a breath that had the fabric of his corset straining. Had his lungs shrieking for a better breath as he let it out in a rush. It wasn't a big deal.
It was hardly the riskiest thing he'd worn for his husband in recent times yet that old embarrassment was raking beneath the surface. Waiting to rip up to choke him the way it had when he'd gotten these clothing items. The way it had in the past. Swallowing, he licked his lips before taking another shallow breath as he dropped down onto his heels again to shuffle forward. To stand before the mirror as his fingers curled into fists against his thighs lightly. And he wouldn't say it wasn't a rush of boldness.
That there wasn't an immediate rush of confidence. It was more shocking. Had him aware of how bright those deep reds looked on him that kept the confidence from rushing in. Not when he could catch his own eyes widening at the sight of himself in the mirror. The rush of heat he could see smothering itself in his cheeks with the familiar blotchy blush. Stung in the tips of his ears that bright red. His brows twitched together when he let his gaze drop down as he swallowed. It was- Well, it was different.
Very different. Hizashi had always complimented his waist for years but he'd never gotten it. Never understood just what about a waist was attractive. Could warrant attention for who cared about a waist? About the shape of hips? It never made sense to him. He understood how it mattered to others but to him it didn't matter. Not when he was far from the slender proportions his husband had that would make it obvious. Yet staring at his reflection he could get a glimpse at the shape of his waist that seemed smaller.
That the corset would emphasize certain parts of him from what he'd gleamed from that mortifying conversation Nemuri had. It had left him worried about a drastic change. An unmistakable one. Yet looking over himself, he found that there was an obvious change but not that drastic one he'd feared. Given that his corset, if he remembered correctly, was an under bust and waist training one. From his waist up to below his chest, the corset had him squeezed tightly. Had his waist looked as slim as it could be.
At least, for the masculine body shape he had. Hell, he doubted Hizashi would see much of a difference for as slender as his husband was, he was still muscular. It wouldn't have that huge difference for himself or Hizashi but it was still a difference. One that, on himself, gave the faint suggestion of pseudo curves along his waist. Not quite calling attention to his hip shape but it was odd. Different but it wasn't awful. All that mattered was Hizashi would hopefully like it. That this wasn't a possible waste of money to attempt.
The deep red of it glowed against skin with the black lining along the edges of it a stark contrast. The brilliant red shades of the stockings and garter belt had his gaze dropping down. It had his heart stumbling in his chest at the side of the straps pulled taut over his thighs up to the belt. Holding his stockings up tightly with a sharp pull that had him in awe. Fascinated at the sight when he twisted his legs slightly to marvel at the tight pull. Hesitating before reaching down to brush his fingers over the red stocking.
Such a dark color it was while remaining as vibrant as the corset. His garter belt. The black accents along the edging of the corset, underwear and the ribbons. Swallowing, he reached up to touch the lace lightly as he traced the tips of his fingers towards the back where he twisted. Shifting slightly on his feet as his shallow breaths hitched causing that area just below his chest to strain forward. Pressing against the corset only to find no give had the muscles aching. Created a dull discomfort that had him flinching.
Yet his eyes remained glued on his fingers. Tracing backwards, it was strangely riveting as it was mortifying to watch his fingertips curl beneath the thinning lace of the back part of the thong. It wasn't truly a back, now, was it? He felt that stab of embarrassment at the sight of that thin bit of fabric disappearing between his cheeks. It was embarrassing no matter how bold or confident he was to have his ass hanging out. Displayed so openly as he gawked at himself. It should be overwhelmingly shameful.
Disgusting. He shouldn't be so riveted to the sight of his fingers sliding along the lace once again. Shouldn't be angling himself up onto his toes only to stumble back a step. The black ribbons swayed lightly in time with his movements as he dropped down on his heels to face himself head on again. The fascination he found when he met his gaze in the glass again had him blinking. Looking away as he then twisted to glance at the left side. There was no difference yet his eyes were riveted to the sight.
Locked onto the sway of the corsets ribbons with the twisting movement. The black lace of the thong that his fingers slid over lightly in an absentminded caress. Sliding over it again with nails tugging lightly at it. It wasn't something he could say he'd ever imagined himself wearing. On the list, it had been written in his husband's tight writing this idea of his. A corset and garter belt would, in his opinion, be stunning on the blonde. What color would he have gone with? What would the theme have been?
Blue? Or green? He knew that Hizashi had more than likely put it down on the list as a whim. Done without thinking twice about it actually coming to life. His breath hitched in sharply causing his ribs to ache lightly. He slid his hands up to brush his fingers over the red fabric of the corset. It made him appear so pale. Was that what red did to him? Made him appear paler than black did? Swallowing, he traced the black edge of the corset. That old voice shrieking that this shouldn't be so thrilling. Exciting.
That the mortifying feeling of wearing a thong should have him scrambling. Should have him feeling more embarrassment that he allowed himself to be exposed. To get something to minimize it before Hizashi came in. An old voice that came with old instincts that died hard. One that insisted the uncomfortable pressure on his ribs from the corset should not have that arousal twisting through him. Shouldn't have that quiet, smoldering heat flickering before racing along his bones when he brushed his palms down the corset again.
It was far easier to ignore than it would have been a year ago. Months ago. He shifted back on his heels before taking a full step back. Then another. Moving back just enough to watch his knees coming into view of the mirror as he then twisted again. It was fascinating. Aweing. As if he were staring at someone else in that reflection. Someone else moving in bold little twists and preening before the glass. Someone bolder. Confident. The excitement that had dark eyes seeming so much wider. Bigger with emotion.
The blush smothering itself over his cheeks in that unflattering, blotchy appearance. Spreading down to his collar bones in a dusting of color. It was always an exciting, mortifying situation he found himself in with endeavors like this. Sucking up a pride and easily triggered embarrassment he hardly paid a bit of mind too. Hadn't realized would be easily triggered as he found it to have more impact than he'd thought. Affected what he thought and what he did with more insistence then he'd thought they had on him.
But standing here now? Staring at the sway of those black ribbons against his lower back when he twisted lightly? All the red that had his skin positively pallid against it? He couldn't deny that while he wasn't confident, he was pulling it off that it was possibly to look good. No, not possibly. He knew looked good. Just as Nemuri had promised when he was questioning the color scheme she'd chosen. There was a heat flickering idly beneath his skin when his fingers trailed over the lace of the thong again.
It was painfully revealing but it was exciting. Absolutely exhilarating. Riveted to the sight of himself twisting up on his feet trying to get smaller angles. Subtle. It looked fine. It all worked together in a way he hadn't been truly anticipating when all the pieces had been laying out over their bed. If anything, he'd dare to say he looked fucking good in it all. It was easy to feel self-conscious. Just as easy as it was to feel confident. Bold. And God knows he felt the idle twists of emotions as he pirouetted in front of the mirror.
Arching up onto his toes to move in half twists allowing him to have different views of himself. Something that triggered that same feeling he'd had when he'd worn the uniform for their roleplay. An odd type of embarrassment rushing through him. Something that it was wrong to be staring at himself so blatantly. Gawking at himself in a way that had been discouraged for a majority of his life. Clothing that he'd been taught from a young age was strictly for woman. That he shouldn't be admiring himself in this outfit.
He felt slutty in all that red that he twisted and arched to gawk at. In fact, he had that confidence to find belief in the praises his husband had sang for years. That he was sexy in it. Nemuri had said in that put on scandalized tone it was right on that cusp of classy and looking like sexy. It had his heart skipping up to his throat to strangle him. Riveted as he slid his hands down along his waist. Along the lace of the thong. Over his garter belt. It truly was worth the mortifying trip to the store with Nemuri.
It was embarrassing to know that the dark-haired woman knew what he was doing with this outfit. Didn't know how he'd look at her properly come Monday but God, he'd have to thank her. While he'd been mortified, he truly did trust Nemuri as much as he trusted Hizashi. And he'd have to thank her for helping him this time even if he'd been uncertain about it all. Staring at himself in the glass it as easy to imagine his husband's reaction. To know exactly what he'd get the second the blonde walked through those doors.
His cheeks were unbearably hot when he dropped down off of his toes again to face the mirror again with a deep breath. Lifting his hands up towards his hair, he couldn't help but wonder if it would be better to have it up. They hardly talked positions before sex if at all. But he knew it was often that he'd end up in a position that would have his hair hanging in his face. An annoyance that would make him hotter. Spinning on his feet, he rushed across the floor towards the bedside table on his side of the bed.
Reaching for the ponytail he had there, he scraped his hair up and away from his face into a tight ponytail. His eyes drifted then to his phone at the muffled ping of an incoming text that had him reaching out to pick it up. His heart gave three sickeningly hard beats that fed into a sharp twisting of excitement in his stomach. Dropping when he looked to the bedroom doors as he struggled to catch his breath from that sudden surge. Wincing at the squeeze of that corset strangling his ribs into place.
Squeezing his stomach leaving a deep breath impossible to take while he was in it. Pulling down the notifications on his phone, he tapped on Do Not Disturb before placing it down on the table. He'd more than once learned his lesson about having notifications on during sex. Too many times had they been interrupted in the past because he hadn't thought to turn on that option. When he hadn't thought to turn his phone off for a few hours. Tugging open the drawer, he pulled out the smaller pack of wipes on his side.
Putting them up on top of his phone, he then reached back in for the lube and the condoms. It would be more convenient to have them in one set drawer, but it wasn't the worst thing to have them switching drawers, was it? He placed the lube down next to the wipes as he then opened the condom box. Pulling the chain out, he tore one off the end when the sharp rapping of knuckles on the bedroom doors had him twitching. Looking over his shoulder when he tucked the chain back into the box carefully.
Tossing them into the drawer which he snapped shut before placing the condom down on the table. The gold wrapper glinting up at him in a wink as it caught the lighting of the room. He'd never really knew how he depended on those deep breaths to soothe that excitement. It felt strangely like that afternoon he'd first introduced pet play to his husband. As if he had been caught doing something he'd rather not be caught doing. But it was an old, weak instinct that was smothered under the swarming emotions.
Surging up to rip him apart like savage dogs. Strangle him under their force as he rocked on his heels hesitantly before turning on his feet towards the door. Another, softer knock rang out when he paused at the corner of the bed. Now or never. God knows he wanted it to be now. He'd been ready for hours waiting for the chance tonight to remedy the sudden start and stop of Tuesday night. To satisfy that quiet twisting of frustrated arousal he'd felt since then. The desire to merely touch the blonde once.
To bunch the blonde locks in his hand after wrapping them around his fingers. To relish in that heat he could feel smoldering along his bones. He wanted Hizashi yet that old embarrassment was trying its best to claw through to the surface. He couldn't. Wouldn't back out of this now that he'd gone through that shopping adventure with Nemuri. Clearing his throat, he fought the urge to lift his hand up to tug at the hoops he'd changed his studs out for. To brush his fingers over them lightly for absent comfort.
"Yo-You can come in, Zashi!" Raising his voice to be heard, the doors rattled lightly then followed by that grind as Hizashi hissed down by his feet. A warning sound that seemed to work on keeping the cats from rushing into their bedroom as the doors were eased open to a reasonable gap for his husband to squeeze through. Another hissing click at the cats allowed the blonde to shut the doors gently as they ground in their tracks. Thudding together gently cutting off the chirping meow from a cat.
The plastic bag dangling over his husband's wrist rustled when the blonde turned to face him after flicking the lock. The quiet, light sound had his heart jumping to his throat as a rush of heat hit his burning face in a fresh wave. It had his fingers fidgeting restlessly to grab at- What? The corsets hem? The garter belt? It was an odd sensation to cover himself when green eyes widened at him. Moving over him from top to bottom with that awe as the blonde shuffled towards the dresser. "Oh, Shouta."
"Do you like it? I have Nem help me because I don't understand this shit like the two of you do." Pausing, he swallowed when Hizashi's lips parted as his mouth dropped open slightly. Spots of color forming on those freckled cheeks when he tapped his fingers on the bed's corner. That giddy excitement threatening to make him shake. "I-I should've planned it better for Tuesday, you know? But it would've been a waste, wouldn't it? What do you think about it?"
"I think you are the most beautiful man I've ever seen! You look fucking good, Shouta, you know that? You look stunning in that, baby!" The plastic bag was placed on the dresser when Hizashi seemed to hesitate before making his way over to him. The soft thumps of his feet over the floor had his heart sprinting wildly. A pink nailed hand reaching out. Lifting his hand up, he let fingers clutch at his as he caught that heat clawing to the surface in that gaze. A desire that had his breath hitching. "Spin for me?"
Nodding, he adjusted his grip on Hizashi's hand as his was then lifted up over his head. It had that heat twisting into him weakly when Hizashi's fingers clutched at his while he took a breath before turning slowly. That flutter of excitement had him breathless at that choked inhale that came out on a wheeze when he put his back to his husband. Completing that slow spin as he faced the flushed blonde. Admiring the blush smothering itself over Hizashi's cheeks. "You like it then?"
"I fucking love it, baby." The hand in his lowered them both before letting go. Hands reaching out to brush along his waist with a squeeze being given before he was coaxed forward to kill that small gap between them. He lifted his hands up to grab onto the blonde's upper arms as that smoldering heat sizzled along his bones when the blonde met his gaze. "You're so beautiful, Shouta, you know that? Sexy, stunning, breathtaking. You know perfectly well how much I like this, baby, and that's why you did it."
Oh, the heat. The flash of it in that gaze as pupils began to expand with that desire. It had him squeezing the sleeves of his husband's sweater tightly as hands slid along his waist when he forced his hands to let go. Sliding up to his shoulders, he slid his right hand back beneath his hair to the nape of his neck. Loving the shiver, it earned him as he scratched lightly at the spot. "Maybe it is why I did it and maybe it's not. Maybe I wanted to do something nice for you. All that matters is what you're going to do about it."
He let his twitching lips curl up into a grin that he knew to be identical to the one curling over his husband's lips. The spark to that gaze had him breathless when hands twisted him closer to the blonde. Pressed tightly around him as he tightened his arms around his shoulders. Breathless. "You know, I don't think I could possibly ruin all that work you did getting yourself so pretty for me. How about I loosen those laces a bit instead? I don't want you fainting on me, baby. Do I need to get you ready?"
God, he was going to burn up before they even started. All because of that flaming heat in Hizashi's gaze as those eyes ate him up. Devoured him without needing to lift a hand to do so. It had him shivering when fingers brushed lightly along the lace of the thong. That excitement that knotted up and twisted in his stomach resulting in another hitch of his breath when the blonde grinned wickedly at him. "Nope. I already took care of that. I'm ready to go if you are, love."
It was always a delight in that smitten look flickering over his husband at the pet names. While he had never been big into using them, he'd been trying to use it more often. Especially when he knew the effects they had on his husband. The hands on his lower back slid forward to squeeze at his waist. A tight grip that had him humming softly at the blonde. "You're going to drive me insane, Shouta Aizawa, you know that?"
"Yeah. I do." The blonde then dipped his head down, a trembling breath fanning over his lips as they parted when hands slid along his waist. Following over the lace with nails dragging lightly at them before pulling away quickly to avoid a tear. He didn't care if they ripped. If he had to buy another pair. Lips pressed against the corner of his mouth had his own tingling. Hizashi shivered as he scratched lightly at the nape of his neck. Pulling at him with that gentle insistence. "Fuck me, Zashi?"
A trembling breath fanned over his cheek as he tugged at Hizashi with a squeeze to the nape of his neck. The blonde pulled back from his cheek with lips coming down on his. It had a sigh rushing out of him when they slid against his softly. Lashes fluttering down to tremble against his hot cheeks as he moved his lips against Hizashi's. Twisting against his husband as hands slid along his waist towards his lower back. The quiet whisper of sliding lips had him tightening his arms around the blonde's shoulders.
Each slide allowing him to feel the blonde's lips melting to shape and curve against his. A comfortable fit as his own shaped to Hizashi's. A light, intermittent smack ringing out as hands slid over his lower back in a caress. Fingers pressing down firmly to allow that touch to be felt through the corset. There was a thrill to it all that had excitement twisting into his stomach viciously. Lifting his left hand up, he threaded them into the silky soft blonde locks delightedly. Earning himself a shudder from his husband.
Hands swept up over the corset until fingertips were brushing the skin above the black trimming of it. A brush that had tingles racing under his skin when the blonde swept his hands up his exposed upper back. Coaxing him to arch forward to which he happily complied with as hands then slid back down. He cupped the back of Hizashi's head with a light push to keep the blonde's lips to his. That slow kiss allowed him to melt. To feed the smoldering heat racing along his bones with each sliding caress.
Warm. Soft. They truly felt plusher tonight than they had any other night. Was it merely because he was wound up slightly? Excited about this? He had not a clue, but he loved it. God, he loves it. The soft press of those lips to his with that slow speed had him melting. Turning him to putty in his husband's grip. It was the type of kiss that always made him ache with that smoldering heat. A kiss that was devouring him whole without the need of that fast slide. That hard press of lips crushing themselves to his.
The type where he was kissed tenderly with that underlying sensation that the blonde would devour him the second he had a chance. It had his breath hitching only to shudder out when hands tugged at the ribbons on the back of his corset. Loosening that tight knot slightly with delicate tugs that didn't undo them. Didn't release him from that squeeze but the relief from even a bit of give had him heaving in a breath. Flying out of him as that wave of relief rushed over him when hands then moved from the back of his corset.
Moving down, fingers brushed lightly over the garter belt lightly down towards the straps of them. Following them down had fingertips brushing lightly over his skin that fed into a wave of tingles. Racing down to pool into his stomach when Hizashi curled his fingers beneath the straps only to pull at them gently. Letting them snap back against his skin had him whining quietly. A muffled sound that had those warm lips pressing firmer to his own. Abandoning that soft press as hands trailed along the straps.
Down to the tops of his stockings. An awkward reach but God if it didn't have that restless thrum circuiting under his skin. There was a soft hum from his husband as hands swept back up towards his waist to squeeze at him. Kneading at his waist through the material of his corset when he wobbled forward on his feet causing Hizashi to step backwards with a thump of a stumble. No good. Pulling back from the kiss, it broke with a smack as trembling breaths fanned over his tingling lips before coming down on his again.
Again, again, again. Sharp smacks accompanied those short kisses that he was more than happy to return as he worked his hand from the blonde locks. He twisted towards the bed as he pulled back from the blonde with his hands sliding over his shoulders. He lifted a leg up to press to the edge of the bed as he heaved himself up onto the bed that dipped under his weight. Crawling forward, it sent a shiver down his back to hear that choked intake of air behind him. Had heat flashing in a blinding burst under his skin.
He turned around to settle into his place in the middle of the bed. Turning over, his stomach dropped airily at the heat in that gaze. The blush smothering itself in that lovely red shade. There was a rush as Hizashi's eyes flickered over him when he bent his knees up to press his feet firmly to the mattress with a rustle. The red of his stockings glowed against their dark comforter in a shock that had his heart jumping in his chest. He slid his feet apart then to spread his legs open for the blonde as he leaned back.
Shifting his weight onto his right hand to lift the left. Curling his fingers towards the blonde who reached down to grab at the hem of his sweater. It was always mesmerizing watching the muscles flex and move beneath his husband's skin in such a simplistic movement. Watching that sweater coming up revealing that toned stomach inch by inch. The blonde curls covering his chest as the light caught his nipple piercings creating a playful wink at him. Changed from their hoops to the usual studs once more.
And it had his stomach fluttering at that playful wink. Had his breath hitching when that sweater was coming up with Hizashi working his arms from the sleeve as blonde locks slithered through the neck line. Dropping down to brush and sway against his skin when the sweater was tugged up successfully as it was tossed to the side. Watching blonde locks drop in a heap that swayed against his husband's back was a treat. Just like the sight of those flexing muscles. Hands raised to fix those glasses from their crooked position.
A quick adjustment before Hizashi's gaze was landing on him again. The smolder to them had those green eyes appearing darker. Bigger. His heart stumbled over its sprinting beats as knees pressed to the edge of the bed followed by the wobbling dip as Hizashi climbed up onto it. Crawling forward with blonde locks slithering over shoulders. He was beautiful. Stunning as he crawled forward between his spread legs when he let himself lean backwards. Doing so until his back was hitting the bed with Hizashi moving up.
Hovering over him with lips parting as eyes flicked over his face as he lifted his hands up. Grabbing onto those freckled shoulders to pull at Hizashi. Dragging him down lower with an insistent whine that had the blonde finally moving in time with his pulling hands. Flying down towards him with parted lips covering his again as a sigh flew out of him. Trembling much like the sigh fanning over his own hot cheek as Hizashi settled down against him. God, the weight of having Hizashi over him had his toes curling.
His feet sliding over the bed at the simplistic pleasure of the blonde weighing him down as lips slid against his. While Hizashi was a slim man, he had a weight to him that he loved to have weighing him down. Pinning him to the bed. His stomach dropped airily at that slight press against him. He squeezed at his husband's shoulders before curling his arms around him. Holding him down tightly to himself. Sliding his hands down his upper back earning himself a shudder as he moved his lips against Hizashi's.
Humming quietly at the way they shaped themselves effortlessly to his own after a few slides. The press of his ponytail against the bed was an annoyance but it was better than having it in his face. Making him hot. He could live with it for a bit. Just a little longer. He grazed his nails over the blonde's skin earning himself another shudder as goosebumps rose beneath his fingertips. In response, he got a tighter press down against him that had a breath rushing out of him sharply. Stunned at the sizzling flash of heat.
Clutching the blonde down tightly against him as his knees angled in to press against Hizashi. His thighs rubbing against his waist restlessly. His feet sliding over the blanket before pressing down firmly to the mattress again. His breaths trembled with each inhale as he continued to graze his nails over the blonde. Lips pressed down firmly against his after a few of those softer kisses much to his delight. Reaching over his shoulders, he slid his hands to give an awkward caress along his husband's sides.
Earning him an arching twist from the blonde that had him pinned tightly to the bed with a crushing press. One similar to the squeeze of the corset when he'd put it on. It had a low moan flying out of him that rang with a delight even he couldn't deny. God, it just had his husband pressing down tightly against him. Keeping him pinned in place, tearing another low sound out of him as lips pressed down firmly. He pressed down firmly when he gave another drag of his nails up over the blonde's shoulders blades.
Over his upper back to his shoulders earning himself a groan from the blonde. A squirm when he heard the rustle of an arm moving over the blanket. Or a hand? He couldn't tell. Couldn't possibly know when he clutched at the blonde. Sliding his hand down the center of the blonde's back as he arched his hips up from the bed slightly. Jiggling weakly only to have hips pressing to his own before slamming his lower half back to the bed. It had another of those delighted moans flying out of him at a mortifying volume.
He dragged his nails over his husband's upper back again earning him a moan in response as he wriggled his hips. Trying to find a give only to have Hizashi's reinforce that tight press against him. The tight press of those hips, however, had him burning. Had that sizzling flash of heat boiling his blood as he whined up at his husband. Wriggling his hips again earning himself a jerk down from his husband as lips slid against his with a slowly but gradually increasing speed. He was more than happy to follow along with it.
Reaching down, he tried to slid his hands down along the blonde's sides again. It was an awkward reach but he wanted to try at least. It had his husband groaning in response to his attempt given his awkward reach over his shoulders. He felt hips twitch against him before beginning a firm grind against him. Squirming beneath the blonde in his pinned position. Trying his best to grind up against Hizashi eagerly. Moving in time with the hips keeping his pinned down as his dick twitched at that tight press.
The friction being given. It had a snapping groan leaving his husband that held a rasp to it. A guttural pitch that had his toes curling against the bed as his breath rushed out of him on a sharp exhale. His breaths racing in shallow puffs as he slid his hands up to drag his nails over freckled shoulders. Sliding down towards the blonde's upper arms tearing a groan from his husband as he moved his hands down to fan over his sides. Sweeping his hands down towards his waist then back up in a slow caress.
Taking his time brushing his palms over the warmth of his husband's skin. This earned him a twisting squirm from the blonde as a huffing breath fanned against his cheek that broke up the racing breaths. Shortening ones much like his own as hips ground themselves down against him with that eagerness. Moving in the tight circles that had him groaning as he twitched own up. Pressing his thighs tightly to that slender waist with his feet squirming over the blanket. Threatening to slide and make his legs fall.
There was another rustle of the blanket when a hand was drifting over his side as his husband adjusted his angle against him. Drifting over his skin lightly along the edge of his corset before sliding up between their chests. Fingers drifted over his nipple sending a wave of tingles down to pool into his stomach. Feeding into the start of that all too familiar ache. He tried to arch up only to feel the push down to keep him pinned down. The sizzling burst of heat had his dick twitching excitedly at that tight friction.
He jerked his hips up eagerly with a whimper flying out of him. That light, trailing caress over his nipple had his chest heaving with the fast, uneven pants he took when he felt Hizashi's palm then graze over him. Pressing down flat as his thumb began to flick in that slow, idle way to get his nipple to perk up. Paired with the tight, circular grind of those hips down against him it had him burning. Ripping with heat as he dragged his nails down to the blonde's sides tearing a ringing moan out of his husband.
The volume effortlessly deafening as his ears throbbed at the sudden burst of the sound. Lips crushed themselves eagerly against his to which he was all too delighted to return that pressure. The smacking of their moving lips was loud in the quiet of the bedroom. Mixing in with the rustling of the blanket and the racing pants being taken. The quiet throb of his heartbeat in his ears as his lungs frantically insisted on more air. On the corset ribbons being loosened again yet he refused to pull away. Break the kiss.
Not yet, not yet. It wasn't that he struggled to breathe but rather it felt more for comfort what his lungs needed. He could happily ignore it for the moment. Ignore it in favor of attempting to raise his hips beneath the blonde's to grind up effectively. Yet the second he got an inch, Hizashi was thrusting down against him to keep him pinned down. It had him squirming with a restless wriggle as he ground his hips the best he could in their pinned position. God, he was drowning. Burning, burning, burning.
It was everything he hadn't gotten since Tuesday. Sunday afternoon. It had him clutching at the blonde as he dragged his nails up then down his husband's sides. Tearing another one of those ringing, deafening moans out of the blonde when he dug his nails in. Oh, it had him sizzling with that heat. Had his dick twitching at the twist of arousal as his hips bucked up against Hizashi's with that eagerness. Whining when they were merely shoved down again to the bed uselessly wriggling. God, it's fucking amazing.
To know he had as much control as his husband. To have as much as a say so on what they did in their bed together. And yet right now it felt as if the blonde was taking that away ever so slightly. Doing it with the tight pin that left him absolutely useless against bucking him off right. It had his blood boiling through his veins as he squirmed with a keening moan flying out of him when Hizashi pinched at his nipple. That harsh, tight grinding against him was leaving him breathless as his dick gave a volley of twitches.
Lips lifted from his with a sharp smack only for him to get pecking kisses. Short presses of those lips to his that created a sharp smack again, again, again before lips were fluttering down. Uneven, racing pants fanning over his skin as he tipped his head back with that eagerness. Shivering when teeth nipped lightly at his jaw. A tease before kisses were being placed along his jaw softly. Dipping down towards his throat to place those soft, fluttering kisses as his shallow pants hitched when he felt a nip at his Adam's Apple.
Soft, peppering kisses placed over his throat had tingles racing down in time with the ones created by that light twisting of his nipple. He dragged his teeth over his bottom lip with a moan leaving him when he got a sharp pinch to his nipple. The harsh grinding had him squirming to buck up. Grinding up as he shuddered at the twitches of his husband's dick that he caught. All from that tight press against him. It had heat sizzling through him as he dug his teeth painfully into his lip when teeth nipped at his collar bone.
A silent reminder of the blonde's newest addition to his body in recent times. The blonde had, much to his surprise, given him an amazing gift on Valentine's Day that had him hotter than anything. Held a sentimental sweetness to it as much as it held that arousal. Along the blonde's left collar bone was an elegant scrawl of his name. Not quite identical to the font used for his own tattoo but it was damn close. It was beautiful . His pants hitched when Hizashi moved down with those fluttering kisses being placed over his chest.
Firm pecks that had him squirming with a whimper flying out of him when he felt a huffing breath fanning over his right nipple. Wriggling at the tight pinch to the left, he clawed at the blonde's sides fiercely. Earning himself a keening moan as hips jerked in a harsh thrust against him tore an identical moan out of himself. Trembling up in volume when he slid his arms from around Hizashi's shoulders. Curling his arms down around his side instead, he reached down brushing his hands over his lower back.
Wasting no time in reaching down to grab at the blonde's ass in a tight grip. Giving a hard squeeze to it ripped one of those snapping moans out of him that held the raspy edge to it. Giving a hard squeeze, he used his hold to jerk hips forward against him in a thrust. Sliding against him as he squeezed his thighs to his husband's waist before forcing them away. Letting them fall open as his feet pressed to the mattress. Opening up the space between his legs for his husband to move as he yanked at his ass again.
Again, again, again with a keening moan spilling out of the blonde. Shuddering as he forced his hips forward in another of those sliding thrusts. Whimpering delightedly when he felt the blonde moving in time with his yanks as he pressed his head back to the bed with a groan. Jerking his hips up as he felt teeth nip sharply at his nipple in time with a tight, hard pinch to the other. Tearing a cry out of him when Hizashi traced the rim of his areola with the tip of his tongue. A light brush over his skin that had it tingling.
Squirming with a whimper when Hizashi lapped his tongue over it. Grinding his piercing against his nipple in a careless, wicked rub. Nipping at him again had tingles racing down to his stomach that merely fed into the ache. Twisting as his dick twitched with the pooling pleasure of those rough thrusts against him. An action that was broken up by tight, hard circles ground against him. God, maybe it was the thin material of the thong, but it felt good. So, so good as he yanked at his husband desperately.
Gasping in those pants as he arched his back only to find no press back from his husband who lapped his tongue over his nipple. Swirling it in time with the plucking fingers at his left nipple. It had him squirming. Writhing beneath his husband as hips jerked forward against him when he thrusted up curiously. Moaning excitedly when he found no resistance from his husband as he thrusted up against his husband. Moving in time with his yanking at the blonde who groaned encouragingly at him as he then covered his nipple.
His dick gave a volley of twitches in response to that pooling of tingles from the heat of his mouth covering his nipple. The swirl of his tongue against his nipple that came in time with another sharp pull at his left nipple when he felt that rush. The sizzling burn of that downward gush of blood to his twitching dick. Burning, burning, burning. Razed apart by that head as he clung onto Hizashi with a hard squeeze to his ass. Getting himself another of those rasping groans that vibrated over his chest delightfully.
Fingers then yanked at his nipple sharply tearing a cry out of him as he jerked at the burning pain it sent over his chest. That cry cresting upwards in volume when that sharp yank came with a fierce suckle to the right nipple. His hands tightened instinctively on his husband with shaking fingers. Bucking up his hips frantically before earning him one of those harder thrusts that slammed his hips back down to the bed. A tight pin that had him moaning delightedly at the harsh grinding of those hips down against him.
Giving him that friction that got his legs shaking from the pleasure it sent shooting through him. A pressure that had him moaning ecstatically at his husband with a tightening of his fingers on him. A weaker squeeze as he clung onto him when that pinch on his nipple came harder, harder, harder. Squeezing it with all the strength dared as the poor thing throbbed. Burning with pain that had his moan cutting into a shout as he twisted. It was a pain that was cresting quickly. Brutally. And God, did he fucking love it.
Dancing closer to too much, too much, too much all the while he found himself writhing. Twisting with hips grinding up against the blonde's eagerly. And then that harsh pinch was released with a ruthless flick being given to the throbbing nipple. It had him whimpering in that keening, trilling pitch when Hizashi pulled backwards. Digging his teeth into his nipple creating that blunt pain as he used that hold to tug at his nipple. It had him shouting when the blonde bit down in a sharp nibble that had pain blistering over it.
Soothed away when teeth released their bite on it to lap his tongue over his nipple. Then the blonde shifted with a quiet grunt as he pushed himself up. Holding himself still against his absent minded pulls to which another whimper broke out of him when the blonde leaned over him. Hair swinging over his shoulder to tickle his chest when he turned his head to watch his movements. His pounding heart skipping sickeningly when he watched fingers reach for the condom and lube resting on the bedside table.
An awkward second attempt after the condom was flicked away. Once they were in his grasp, the blonde pushed back onto his knees forcing him to relinquish his hold on his ass. And then hands were reaching for the clasps of his garter belt straps. Plucking them apart effortlessly as he arched his hips up for his husband to get to the ones in the back before coming forward. Tracing along his thighs lightly with his fingertips before he gave a playful tug to them. Clicking his tongue at the impatient whine leaving him.
Fingers gave another playful tug at the straps before plucking them apart. Sliding his hand forward to release the front clasps without that playful tease. Releasing the tight pull the straps had on his stockings, the blonde let out a soft hum at him. There was a light wrinkle as the condom was placed down onto the blanket. Or was it closer? He didn't care. Didn't bother asking when fingers brushed lightly up his thighs again. Hands coming up to push away the now loose straps of his garter belt with playful flicks.
He couldn't help a whine when he felt knuckles grazing over his hardening erection. Pressing down in what could be seen as careless or intentional rub against him. Seeing that smirk curling over Hizashi's lips, he knew that it was intentional. It was a firm caress on its way up that had his hips jumping up. The blonde clicked his tongue at him again as his hands slipped beneath his garter belt. Curling his fingers over the lacy waistband of his thong. Breathless. Oh, the heat in that gaze could burn him alive.
Sizzle into him hotter than the heat under his skin. It was a look that was devouring him already. Eating him up. He felt Hizashi tugging gently at the lace prompting his hips to arch up allowing him to get them down past his hips towards his thighs. Dropping his hips down, he watched the black lace flying down his thighs to his knees. Prompting him to lift his feet up from their braced positions as Hizashi tugged the thong down. A light drag of the lace of his shins and calves had him dragging his teeth over his bottom lip.
Watch his husband's fingers twitch. Once that delicate fabric was worked from around his ankle and feet it was abandoned off to the side of them. He didn't want to think of the wet patch that had begun to form from the droplets of pre-come. It had his breath catching at the sight of a glistening drop of pre-come welling from the slit. His erection twitching against his stomach as it curved up to rest against it. Swallowing, he dropped his feet back down onto the bed to find a good position that allowed him to brace them.
He watched the blonde pluck up the lube with nails clawing at the cap until it cracked open. And then fingers were held up with a twirled motion. A silent signal for him to flip over on to his stomach. Swallowing, he shifted his feet over the bed before pushing off with a grunt as he swung his right leg up over his husband's lap to flip onto his stomach. Digging his knees into the mattress when hands reached out to angle his hips up as the blonde hummed softly at him. There was rustle of the blanket followed by a light brush.
Fingertips brushing over the skin before the blonde grabbed at his ass. Giving a hard squeeze that hat him groaning lowly as cheeks were pulled apart. Shivers raced up his back at the cool touch of lube being rubbed over him as fingers slipped slickly over him. Pressing down firmly to get him breathless. Arching back eagerly against the blonde with a whimper when fingers swirled against him. Fingers dug into his right cheek in another of those hard squeezes. The light bite of nails digging into the skin left him breathless.
Those slick, firm rubs had his knees slid over the blanket in a twitch. A thick lock of hair slithered free from his messy ponytail to brush against his hot cheek as fingers swirled against him in a firm press. Pain shot over his lip from the fierce dig of his teeth, yet he couldn't stop it. Couldn't think too when the blonde was pressing his fingers against him insistently sending shivers up his back. "You're so absolutely amazing, you know that, Shouta? To do this just for me? You're fucking amazing."
"Yo-You got that tattoo! Fo-For me, 'member? I-It's only fair I do something too! Even if it's la-late!" Pressing, pressing, pressing. Rubbing slickly at him had his hole giving a mortifying twitch from that excitement. Twisting his fingers into the blanket, he clutched it to his palms when the blonde hummed. "Please? Please, fuck me, Zashi? I-I don't need it! Don't ne-need to be stretched! Please, fuck me? I want you in me, Zashi! I-I don't want you to waste time!"
"Do you really need my cock that bad you can't handle a little teasing? You know, I always joke about you being such a cockslut but you always prove me wrong, don't you? Are you really such a cock craving whore, Shouta? Need me to fill you up that badly? Want me that bad?" Fuck. That low, placating tone that boarded on that purr had heat ripping under his skin. Razing into him with a flash to leave him stunned. Breathless. Fingers continued their firm press as his breaths hitched on a shaking gasp.
"Yes! Yes, yes, I do! Bu-But you want me just as bad, don't you? Want it? Need me?" Oh, the heat he could see flaring in that gaze when fingers rubbed against him firmly. As if giving that silent threat of slipping into him. It had excitement jolting into him causing his breath to hitch. "Yo-You want me so fuckin' bad! You like fu-fucking me like the slut you say I am! You al-always want to get into my pants! Wh-What kinda slut does that make you? Or do-does it make you a man-whore, Zashi?"
Oh, it sent shivers the growl that snapped out of his husband when fingers pressed against him harder. Slick rubs being given when the blonde pulled away to grab at the lube with that flaming heat aimed at him in that gaze. Shoulders jerking as pants were shoved at with a grunt. His breaths hitched on a sharp gasp at the knowledge he'd done something right. "God, I fucking love you and that filthy fucking mouth of yours! You think you got it all figured out, don't you? Think you know me best?"
"Ma-Maybe I do! It isn't a-a secret, is it? That you're just as addicted to fucking me just like I am for you too!" It was a dangerous game. That taunt he threw at his husband as the condom was lifted up to rip open with a strip being spit out to the bed. Fingers grabbing at the slick ring as he tensed against a squirm when hands disappeared down. "Cause I-I love it! Love you so much! Want you so fucking bad! S-So please? Please, just fuck me already? Yo-You know you've been drivin' me crazy since fucking Tuesday!"
"And you love it, don't you, baby? You love it just as much as you love driving me up the goddamn wall!" The sound of nails clawing over the blanket was loud when Hizashi looked down briefly with a grunt before his leg was being grabbed at. Holding onto his ankle as it was lifted upwards, forcing him to roll onto his side as Hizashi shuffled forward with legs straddling his left while the right was draped over his husband's shoulder. "Yo-You're such a fucking brat, you know that? I should do somethin' about that, huh?"
"Yes! Please, please! Gimme it, Zashi! Please! Love me? Fuck me? I-I want you in me! I ne-need you! Need you so bad, Zashi, so give me it? We bo-both deserve it, don't we? To feel good? So, stop wasting time and gi-give us what we both want! Fuck me, Zashi, please? Touch me? Please, love? Help make the both of us feel good?"
The blonde let out a strained hum at him as his leg twitched before curling tightly over that freckled shoulder. Jerking the blonde closer as a dollop of lube was squirted onto his palm with the tube being tossed lightly next to them. Riveted to the sight of Hizashi's hand reaching down to curve over his erection. The slick squelches ringing out deafeningly as that hand flew up and down in lazy twists and curves. Slipping slickly over the rubber with those squelches acting as shocks of heat beneath his skin.
Burning him hotter, hotter, hotter. His pants gasped on heaves and hitches as he found himself riveted to the sight. It was always hot watching Hizashi touch himself during moments like this even if it was to spread the lube. The way that blush smothered itself over his freckled cheeks only to spread to his collar bones. Highlighting that new tattoo glowing along the edge of it. The heat in those green eyes that made him appear darker from those wide pupils. Even the twitch to his lips as brows squeezed together.
There was a hunger to that gaze that left him breathless. Tensing against a fidget when the blonde was coming forward with a hand dropping down out of view. Carefully pushing the straps of his garter belt up with light flicks of his fingers that then trailed over his skin. Pulling at a cheek to spread him awkwardly in the position to which his leg twitched over his husband's shoulder. Lifting up slightly to give a wider spread when he reached down. Brushing his fingers over Hizashi's as he grabbed at that cheek.
Giving a hard pull that allowed his husband's hand to move. A low sound left the blonde when hips angled forward forcing his leg forward slightly as his pants hitched. Rasping much like Hizashi's as a shudder ran over the blonde when the head of his erection nudged against him. A slick touch that had him whining with a faint flicker of that impatience. Wanting. Needing. It was a painful twist of that desire that his gasp hissing down sharply. Choking him when he felt a wave of heat hit his cheeks at the twitch of his hole.
A mortifying reaction to that excitement raking through him as the blonde pressed against him. Pressing, pressing, pressing at him with a playful edge to it that had him whining at his husband who squeezed at him. Pressing firmly at him truly didn't take long for that give. For that delight to rip into him as a cry flew out of him at the slick slide forward that had his husband moaning enthusiastically at him. A sound that trembled up, up, up as his slid forward until his shoulder was pressing firmly to the back of his thigh.
Pushing it forward subtly as the blonde moved his hands forward to plan onto the bed. Causing it to dip around his shoulders as his husband leaned over him with blonde locks slithering over his shoulders. The deep red of his stocking glowing against his husband's skin. Against the golden blonde hair. It was stunning. Such a beautiful sight above him better than anything, anything, anything. It was so easy to get riled up with a few dirty words. A few vulgar statements given back and forth to rile the other up.
How could he have ever forgotten Hizashi liked having that degradation turned on him? Just like the praising? Begging him so shamelessly always got him worked up but to give back that degradation when it was given to him? It was thrilling. So unbelievably exciting when he got to watch that blush deepen. The subtle clenching of his jaw as his nostrils flared with a sharp exhale. The sizzling heat in those green eyes that ripped him apart when they locked onto him. How could he ever forget? He'd have to do it more often.
Especially when it got him this reaction from his husband. The slick slide had him clutching around the blonde. Shivers racing up his back when a guttural, rasping growl left his husband fed louder by that quirk of his. God, it had him hotter than anything. He clutched around the blonde's twitching erection as that slide slowed considerable. It was a faint sensation of that piercing rubbing over the rim of his hole that had him moaning at the blonde. It was subtle but the idea that he could feel it through the rubber?
God, it was a zap of heat up his back as he fought that urge to squirm. Twist beneath his husband as he felt that slow ease in change again. Sliding forward as he had before easing those piercings in. Clenching around the blonde brought with it a pleasure that had him melting. Boiling in his own skin at the thickness to his husband. The twitches it gave in response with those rasping groans snapping out of his husband as hips pressed against him. Bottoming out with his leg curling tightly over his husband's shoulder.
Shaking lightly with twitches of that restlessness. Excited. Unbearably eager when his husband ground against him with the same tight circles he'd used minutes ago. A hand lifting up to slide over his thigh in a caress that had tingles racing under his skin. Leaving him breathless as the blonde turned his head to press a kiss to his inner thigh as fingers dug into him. Squeezing at him with pants fanning over the fabric of his stocking as he wriggled his hips to join that grinding. Fingers twisting into the blanket.
Tightening his grip on the comforter with a whimper at the soft pressure of teeth biting down on his inner thigh. Mouthing at the spot with teeth digging in just enough to give him that blunt pressure. Hot. It had him hot as he felt the blonde's erection twitch as that hand squeezed at him. God, it was good, good, good. Everything he could possibly want as green eyes flicked down to meet his gaze. Burning with that hungry, lustful look he couldn't help a shudder at. Felt that heat twist underneath his skin.
The shrieking insistence for a relief as it flared in a breathtaking burst of heat. Begging for another bit of kindling to sizzle him alive. Devour him from the inside out until there was nothing left to burn. Left him melting into the bed. He whimpered at the blonde when hips continued their frenzied grinding against him. Clenching around his erection until his feverish mind was convinced he could feel those piercings. That he felt them through the rubber as vividly as he could beneath his hand. His tongue.
It had him squirming against the blonde as he curled his leg tightly over that freckled shoulder. Soft red lines left behind from his nails earlier. Fuck, he was so pretty. It should be impossible for someone to look so pretty like that. Teeth bit down sharply at him sending a throbbing pain over his inner thigh that had him shouting as he tensed. Clutching at the blanket beneath his hands when the blonde pulled his hips back. His pants caught on a hitch when they snapped forward with a slick squelch.
Shivers.
Sparks of heat raced up his back at the sight of the blonde locks sway lightly with the sudden movement. Brushing against flushed cheeks as lashes trembled in their lowered position. A heavy lidded look that had him burning up when his husband pulled his hips back again only to snap forward shallowly. A moan ripped out of him ringing with that encouragement when fingers tightened on his thigh. Nails dragging over his stocking before it was scrunched up in his hand. Clutching at it tightly like an anchor.
Something for his husband to hold onto to keep him grounded. He whined up at the blonde with a squirm of his hips as he tightened his leg around his shoulder again. Digging his heel into his back when the blonde pulled back and snapped forward. Again. Again, again, again. Falling into that quick, shallow rhythm that had him moaning out in unison with his husband. A keening pitch that rose quickly in volume from his husband that vibrated over his inner thigh when he clenched around his erection.
Listening to the squelches of the lube and condom. The uneven pants leaving himself and Hizashi. The quiet rustle of the blanket as knees dug into the mattress. It was thrilling. Surreal in that arousal when the blonde dug his teeth into his covered thigh again tearing a wild moan out of him. One that was echoed by a groan from his husband as the hand on him squeezed at his stocking when his left hand came up. The lighting of their bedroom catching and glinting off the golden wedding band in a playful wink.
Catching the light much like the winks he caught off of his husband's nipple studs. It was amazing. The light sway to the blonde locks against his husband's chest and back. A few stray locks brushing against those red cheeks as his brows squeezed together tightly. The roll to his hips with each thrust forward left him breathless. The muscles flexing in his thighs as they squeezed around his wriggling leg. The hand sliding over his thigh towards the top of his stocking. Fingertips tracing along the edge of it.
He was sizzling. Threatening to burst into flames if he burned any hotter as he squirmed against the blanket. Jerking his hips to meet those shallow snaps forward that hit against him lightly. The heat radiating off of his husband did little to help that heat clawing beneath the surface of his skin. The sparks racing up his back with each shallow thrust that brought with it the slick slides. The faint scratch of that condom against his inner walls that could make him drool. It was a sensation he absolutely loves.
The rub of his erection that gave the trembling muscles something to clutch at. It felt fucking good. An itch being scratched that made the wait worth it. Hizashi was always, always, always worth it. He would do anything for the blonde. Anything for Hizashi to touch him. To want him like this just as badly. Need him. It was a dizzying concept, even after all this time, to know it was reciprocated. That after all these years together that his husband still wanted him. Desired, lusted, wanted, and needed him like this.
To have it mutually returned to him had him breathless. Dizzy with that delight. He whimpered at the light graze of nails along the top of his stocking tearing him out of those foggy thoughts. Clenching around the twitching erection gave him another taste of that faint scratch with each thrust. Moaning with such enthusiasm he knew that he'd be hoarse. Ruin his voice for the night and tomorrow morning even if it was a trace. A hint. It's what he loved the most in the aftermath. To hear the husky trace in Hizashi's voice.
When he could hear the rasp in his own that had the heat flaring in his husband's gaze the morning after. The temptation of it. It was made better when Hizashi's own voice was made just as hoarse. God, there was something special about Hizashi's voice when he was hoarse. Husky. It sent shivers down his back at the thought when he jerked his hips again to meet a thrust. Loving the groan, it got from the blonde as the hands on him squeezed at him briefly. A tight grip that had him moaning out with that unmistakable delight.
Cresting louder, louder, louder with the dig of fingers into his thigh. It was something he truly did love. When his husband clung onto him during sex with a strength that got harder, harder, harder until his bones were aching. Joints protesting that strong grip. He shuddered when hips inched back further that abandoned that shallow depth. Snapping forward against him rocking him faintly yet it tore a keening moan out of him. Squirming against his husband as he dug his heel into the middle of his back again.
Loving the ecstatic moan leaving his husband. A pleasurable sound that had his stomach flipping and dropping as he clung onto the blanket. Fingers twitching with that simplistic desire to touch. To trace his fingers over the soft skin of his husband's sides and back. His chest. To bury and twist them into the silky soft locks that spilled over the backs of them. To yank at them to get those lips down on his. Claw at his scalp until his husband was crying out in that ringing pitch. He wanted to touch. To move properly.
And yet it was absolutely exciting to be in a position like this. To be restricted from achieving those simplistic wants. God, it had him ripping with that heat as he threw his head back against the bed with a throaty moan leaving him when Hizashi's hand slid up his inner thigh. Teeth lifting finally from that aching spot to press a soft kiss to it when the blonde leaned forward with a hand planting onto the bed. Forcing his leg closer towards him sending a burn through his muscles from the stretch. A damn good ache.
Groaning at the burning pull at them when he writhed against the blanket when his husband's hips began pulling back further. Abandoning that shallow depth as they then snapped forward against him sharply. Moaning down at him with that excitement to set him ablaze with a renewed heat. To leave him flushed as hips struck against him with a light slap of their skin meeting intermittently as he jerked his hips. Trying to meet his thrusts when he could earning him those encouraging groans from his husband.
All of this from a damn garter belt. A corset. Two mortifying things he didn't think he could live through buying himself. Things he didn't think he could deal with buying again. At least, not with Nemuri. As much as he appreciated her helping him, it was a mortification he didn't want to experience again. A situation he couldn't willingly put himself through again like that. But it got him what he wanted. It got him the exact results he hoped it would when he'd seen the suggestion on the list written in his husband's neat scrawl.
God knows it would have breathtaking to see the blonde in the same type of clothing. An unfair image his brain gave him that he would give anything to see. But he wanted to try this for himself. To build the confidence that he had up rather than sink into his old ways. That old embarrassment. To give Hizashi and himself something good. Clutching at the fabric he held in his hands, the blonde pressed his cheek to his thigh with those ragged, fast pants fanning over it as hands squeeze at him before moving.
Sliding down his thigh with a whisper over his skin. He couldn't help whining out in that reedy pitch delighted when the pull back of his husband's hips kept increasing much to his delight. Pulling back further only to snap forward sharply tearing a moan out of him. God, he was burning up. So damn hot he swore his very blood was boiling through his veins from it. His erection twitched against his stomach tearing a wild, keening whimper out of him. It was so, so easy to lose himself to the smaller things during sex.
To lose focus on himself when he was burning up with each slick slide of his husband's thrusts. The faint scratch the erased his thoughts so beautifully it was hard to focus on himself. He straightened his head up with another whimper ripping out of him when he squeezed at the comforter. Staring down at the patch soaking into the corset had his pants hitching. Catching a drop of pre-come drip onto that dark patch. Whining at how quickly another drop welled up along the slit as hips struck t him sharply.
A throaty groan left his husband when hips pulled back only to slam forward with a strength that had him crying out. Exhilarated at the change forcing him out of the foggy thoughts threatening to leave him embarrassed. He squirmed against the blanket when the blonde repeated that hard slam forward with a sharp crack of skin hitting together ringing out. A consistent sound joining the cacophony of moans and groans. The whimpers, and whines flying out of the both of them in breathless huffs.
The squelching of the lube and condom rubbing together with that fast speed. The strength being given when Hizashi slammed his hips forward again. Groaning ecstatically when he squeezed around his twitching erection. Moaning eagerly back at the blonde at that scratching rub. God, it felt good. To feel his husband rubbing at him with each of those slick slides. Pushing at trembling muscles with that silent demand for room to be made. Coming forward fast with those hard slams that had him crying out.
Wanting more, more, more. Harder. Faster. It was all he wanted. To be touched. To have that hard impact of hips against him. That speed to leave him truly breathless. It left him greedy for more, more, more. To get what he could from the blonde while he had the chance. He could feel that thin, clammy sheen of sweater forming on his forehead from that unbearable heat under his skin. Radiating off of his husband. The existing heat of the room had the air thicker . Humid with each pant he sucked down.
Hips slammed against him with a strength that had his toes curling tightly with those pants feeding into shameless moans ripping out of him. One after another the second that breath flew out of him. His hair rustled over the blanket as that stray lock rested against his neck annoyingly. The hands on his thigh slid down then with fingers brushing over his jerking hip had his heart pounding. Throbbing quietly in his ears as the blonde moaned with such deafeningly volume it had him cringing into the bed.
Pain stabbing at his ears at that sudden burst of volume that his husband tried to choke down. Could see the attempt on that flushed face when fingers slid over his hip. Across his pelvis with a tremble to them as they lifted up allowing the lighting to glint of those glossy pink nails. Brushing fingertips lightly along the underside of his erection had him whimpering eagerly. The sound strained as it pulled at his vocal cords when the blonde pressed his fingers against him a rub. Pinning his erection against his stomach.
The fingers sliding up along the underside seemed to take their time in coming up, up, up. Tapping at the slick head with a wet, slick sound as hips slammed against him with a grunt leaving the blonde. Brows twitching together as glasses slid down his nose with the threat of dropping off. He swore the blonde never looked more pretty. Beautiful than he is now. It was driving him insane. Had his fingers twitching with that urge to touch the smattering of freckles on his red cheeks. His shoulders. Wanting, wanting, wanting.
Needing everything he could get from his husband. Needing to give it back yet the awkward jerks of his hips didn't seem to affect a damn thing. Meeting thrusts with a trace of a clumsy air to them given his position but fuck, it speared his stomach with that pooling pleasure when he did it. Had it all melting away. Fading into that heat with each hard slam of those hips against him creating that sharp crack of skin meeting. The squelches of the lube and rubber working together deafeningly with each thrust.
Shrinking down to moving hips eagerly to chase after that pleasure. To give it back to his husband yet it seemed what he could do was more than enough. To see that arousal pinching at his husband's face had him shuddering. Keening out those whines and whimpers until he felt a stab of embarrassment at the pitches they reached. Damn near mewling at his husband in that mortifying way he had during their first romp with pet play. He couldn't. Wouldn't. It was too much yet the blonde seemed to delight in the pitch.
That hunger eating him when he met that heavy lidded gaze. Fuck him, if that emotion didn't bleed into him. Left him hungry for another hard slam. Another pounding thrust knocked the air out of his lungs. Hungry for another of those scratching rubs to his inner walls that came with a thrust. All because of a corset. Garter belt. All for some pretty clothes and a few degrading words back got his husband riled up. Had him getting exactly what he wanted as his leg shook in its draped position over Hizashi's shoulder.
Squeezing tightly over it as he jerked his hips delightedly to get those encouraging groans from his husband. The ecstatic moans that had the lamp shades rattling faintly. The picture up above them. He couldn't deny that while it wasn't ear piercing that these little rattles had him burning up. Shit, if that wasn't fucking hot. When it wasn't killing his ears there was an arousal to hearing the light rattles. Hell, in the past there was always an arousal to hearing the lightbulbs popping when the blonde lost himself.
Forgetting his quirk in the midst of an orgasm. Something about it had always been hot to him but in rare moments. Sparsely separated moments rather than every single time. And tonight, it triggered that arousal. That sizzling heat to rip up his back when the blonde swiped his fingers over the head of his erection. Tapping the pads of his fingers against it slickly only to lift up revealing a translucent thread connecting between them. Shivers. It had him whimpering when the blonde then tapped at the head again.
The pads of his fingers sliding along slit lightly before pressing down to give tight circles over the head. Grinding his fingers into the slid smearing away the drops that welled there. He couldn't tear his gaze away. Riveted to the sight of the pink nailed fingers grinding into the head of his erection. A quiet, slick noise ringing out with those tight circles over the dripping thing. It left him breathless as he watched fingers wrapping around his erection. Squeezing at him before wasting not a second more in stroking quickly.
Curving and twisting his hand with each slide up and down to knead at the base. Throwing his head back with a shout, he clenched around that twitching erection. Squeezing around him tightly tore a snapping, rasping snarl from his husband as hips slammed against him with a surprising strength. Hard. A hiccup of a sound left him as it stuttered from that impact. He was melting, burning, boiling in his own skin. Couldn't take it much longer as his chest heaved desperately with that corset restricting him slightly.
The slack from earlier was more than enough but it was thrilling. A quiet reminder of his heaving gasps. There was an adjustment to the blonde's hips when he slid back only to slam forward. It had a wave of heat ripping up his back leaving him shaking as he wailed at the heat. The sparks of pleasure it sent pooling into him with each slamming thrust as he clawed at the blanket. Fingers flexing out only to curl back in to hold onto it once more as he clenched around the blonde tightly tearing a shrill shout from him.
He couldn't take it. The heat bubbling under his skin leaving him clammy. Feverish as that hand stroked him fast, fast, fast. Hips slamming forward with that same speed with the crisp clap of skin hitting his own. Louder. Deafening as he jerked his hips eagerly to chase after those sparks of pleasure. Rewarded each time with a consistency to drive him insane. It was fucking amazing. He truly felt as if he couldn't get enough. Couldn't give enough. He was burning in his own skin. Left with the dizzy giddiness.
Gasping in his pants as he jerked his hips to meet Hizashi's thrusts the best he could. Frantic to meet them only to be nudged forward in a shallow slide over the comforter. God, it had him dizzy. Wanting more, more, more. It was a damn treat he couldn't get enough of. He squeezed around the blonde's erection as hard as he dared earning himself a snarling moan ripping out of his husband. Hips slamming forward against him with that brutal strength. It had him crying out as he clutched at the blankets.
It was a helplessness to it all that had him gasping. Shuddering at the sparks racing up his back at the subtle nudges with each slamming thrust. Heaving in breaths that had his chest aching. He knew it was a placebo effect his feverish brain happily gave him, but he swore he felt them. All three of those piercings rubbing over the rim of his hole with each slam forward. It was impossible to feel it but God if it didn't have him moaning wildly as he squirmed. Jerking his hips down to meet Hizashi's thrust forward.
Shameless as he thrusted into the blonde's hand with that desperation. Flying forward when he couldn't meet a thrust of Hizashi's and fuck if it didn't have that hand tightening around him. Squeezing him so fucking good. God, it was suffocating him. Drowning under that heat snapping up his back in wave after wave that had him shaking. Eager to chase after it as he jerked his hips in those awkward thrusts to meet the blonde's pounding ones. Squirming against the blanket in between his attempted movements.
A sharp slam had a crack of skin ringing out as he shouted at the heat ripping up his back. Pleading. Needing those hips to come forward harder, harder, harder. Faster, faster, faster. Needed it desperately as his world was shrank. Sizzling down to that boiling point faster than he'd like to admit as hips slammed against him with that brutal strength. As if there was an unspoken intent to pound out the wisps of air he took. To leave him gasping, breathless, as he heaved in a breath only to have hips pound it out of him.
He fucking loves it. When the blonde threw caution to the wind without breathing a word of it to the other. Moving in accordance to those silent wants, needs, and desires. Fuck, he wanted more, more, more. They hadn't even finished their first round, but he wanted Hizashi again. Didn't want this to end yet. Not yet. He wanted to move at least once with the blonde before he dared to think of ending this yet. He twisted against the blanket with a wild whimper tearing out of him when the blonde squeezed at his erection.
Wriggling his leg over his husband's shoulder restlessly earning himself that burning gaze. It leveled onto him with that hungry, flaming heat that had his stomach knotting when he wriggled his leg again with another whimper. Pleading silently on a strained note. Blonde lashes fluttered in a fast blink as his thrusts stuttered before he stilled. Huffing above him when a look of realization flickered on that flushed face when he squirmed. Hips slipped backwards quickly yet carefully as he slid out of him with a squelch.
Shuffling backwards, Hizashi grabbed at his leg as he moved from his braced position over his left leg allowing him to flip onto his back. Fingers brushed lightly over his thigh when that hand dipped down to grab at the back of his knee. He let out a wheezing breath when his legs were quickly shoved up to his chest. Knees brushing lightly against his shoulders as the blonde shuffled forward again. He felt a hand slide from the back of his knee to his thigh with a sweeping caress that had him shuddering.
Moving his hands quickly, he reached down to grab then spread himself open for the blonde. There was a teasing nudge against him that had his breath hitching in only to fly out on a whimper. A slick press against his twitching hole had his feet twitching in the position as the blonde kept his tight grip on the back of his right knee. Tingles raced under his skin at that firm squeeze when he swallowed. Squirming restlessly when that nudging gave away for a slick rub against him tearing another reedy sound out of himself.
Fuck, Hizashi was so pretty. Unbearably pretty with those trembling blonde lashes remaining lowered. The hunger he saw in that gaze had his stomach fluttering wildly with excitement. There was another slick rub given against him before Hizashi was pulling back once more to nudge the head against him. Pushing, pushing, pushing until he was sliding into him effortlessly with a slick slide that had him throwing his head back to the bed. Shouting with that wordless delight at the returning sensations of that slick slide.
Squirming when the blonde slid forward slickly to which he happily clenched around the return of his erection. Oh, it had his husband moaning in an ear ringing, shrill pitch that had shivers racing down his back. Had him moaning back in a throaty pitch that rumbled in his throat. Digging his fingers into the hold he had on himself. Squeezing fiercely when a slick hand was pressing against the back of his thigh. Sliding back up towards its place at the back of his knee with a squeeze. Prompting him to let go of his hold.
And maybe it was simply the change in position but fuck, it felt better. So, so much better as the blonde slowed to ease his piercings in without causing any pain or discomfort on either front. It felt as if the blonde was sinking into him deeper than that previous position. That slow slide had his toes curling with that spark of heat ripping up his back at the slow slide. He didn't care, care, care if the piercings burnt even a bit on their way in. Not one bit did he care. As long as he had the blonde in him again not at thing mattered.
Not even the tight press of both that corset and his legs being pinned up to his chest that restricted his pants to harsh gasps. Rasping. It was unbearably exciting when the blonde bottomed out with a light slap of his skin hitting against him before pulling back. Snapping his hips forward with a sharp crack of his skin against his own tore a wild moan out of him. God, it was so good, good, good. So fucking good. The slick slide of that erection with each pull back and slam forward that had him wheezing out a breath.
The faint scratch of the condom rubbing against his inner walls that had a snapping groan ripping free from him. The feel of the blonde twitching within him when he clutched around his erection. Marveling at that all too familiar stretch. The blonde had never been thick. Never been so thick it was impossible to take him or was ridiculously, porno thick. Painfully thick. However, what he didn't have in thickness he had in inches. And shit, if that didn't balance it all out in the most beautiful way he'd ever experienced.
It was one of their running gags that Hizashi had been blessed with seven and a half inches. That himself, sitting at six inches, had been given that thickness instead. But the blonde may be slender in his proportions, there was a thickness to that erection that had him gasping in his pants. Moaning when he clenched down around that twitching erection delighted. The stretch that demanded space to be made by his quivering inner walls that threatened to have him drooling. Twisting fingers into the blanket.
He happily let his erection rest against his stomach. Loving the pressure that came in the squished position between his stomach and thighs. Pressing tightly against it as the blonde gave a few sharp thrusts that had him moaning encouragingly. Pleading silently for the blonde to merely resume that pace he'd had before. The hard, fast thrusts that had him wailing out seconds ago. He needed it. And as those eyes flickered over his face for a sign of hesitation. Discomfort. Looking for something to make him stop.
Instead, he merely whimpered as he jerked his hips. Encouraging his husband silently to please, please, please continue. Hips then pulled back at that breathtaking depth that had his mind once again convinced he could feel that piercing sliding in and out. Rubbing over the rim of his hole before the blonde was slamming himself back forward. A thrust that had him crying out as he threw his head back against the bed again. Squirming impatiently as the blonde then pulled back again only to fly forward.
Falling slowly back into that slamming speed and strength he'd been using minutes ago. Burning, burning, burning. Hot, hot, hot. It was all melting as he moaned at the blonde ecstatically with a squirm of his legs in his husband's grasp. Yet he made not a move to break free from that tightly pinned position. Not when it felt good. A position that had his erection twitching against his stomach with those shameless drips of pre-come soaking into the fabric of his corset. Soaking into his stockings from it.
Hips slammed against him with a strength that had him moaning at his husband on a strained note. Cracking. He clutched around the blonde's erection hard as he could tearing a wail out of his husband. It had hips slamming forward in a frenzy of thrusts that him squirming. Writhing with those moans and groans clawing their way out of him desperately. Legs wriggling when his husband reaffirmed that tight pain to his chest. He swore any tighter and his knees would press to his damn shoulders.
The space above them to the bed. It was a thrilling thought as he clutched at the blanket with a sharp yank at them. The crack of the blonde's clammy skin hitting against his own was sharp. Amplified by that thin sheen of sweat gathering on their skin from that insufferable heat. The humidity strangling his lungs as he heaved in gulping pants. It was razing him down to mere shreds. Melting him to that scalding, boiling point that had him writhing against the blanket as hips slammed against him fiercely.
The sight of blonde hair spilling forward over freckled shoulders had him whimpering. And fuck him, Hizashi was hardly helping that heat. He was beautiful. The blush smothering itself over those freckled cheeks in a vibrant that spread down to his collar bones. Stung the tips of his ears a brilliant red. The way those brows were squeezing together tightly with a twitch as lashes fluttered. Hovering at that half raised point giving him the heavy lidded look he fucking loved. A sleepy look that had his blood burning.
The expanse of those pupils rendering the green of his irises to mere rings. Blazing with that hungry lust that had his stomach knotting on him. He could see the faint hint of his husband's tongue piercing as his mouth hung open slightly with those ringing moans leaving him. The snapping, snarling groans that ripped out of him with that raspy edge. The wilder, disheveled blonde locks that brushed against red cheeks. Even that stupid mustache of his looked wild from the lack of gel keeping it neatly groomed.
He looked wrecked despite the one pounding into him and it was fucking exciting. It was by far the thing he loved the most during moments like this. The way his husband looked as if he was devouring him rather than it being the other way around. A keening, loud moan flew out of him at a particularly hard slam. One that sent sparks up his back from a hit to his prostate. Ohhh, it felt like a ruthless tease from his husband when that next thrust failed to hit it. Burning up. Gasping. Drowning. It was so, so good.
His heart pounded sickeningly against his chest as his heartbeat throbbed in his ears. Losing his voice under the quiet throbs as he panted raggedly for a good breath to feed his shrieking lungs. The squelches of the lube and rubber condom working together sent shivers down his back. Shots of arousal that had him twisting eagerly with whimpers spilling out of him. The crack of skin slapping together filled the silence of their bedroom had him shaking. Had his legs fidgeting as the blonde's hips pounded against him.
Ripping a keening whine out of himself that quickly crested into that reedy pitch to pull at his vocal cords. Straining. A damn near mewl that tore itself out of him. It had his husband slamming forward with a renewed strength that had him yanking at the blanket with a cry leaving him. Writhing when the blonde grunted down at him with that sparkle of determination to his gaze. A lust to them that had his stomach flipping as he struggled to find a good breath only for it to be slammed out of him a second later.
It had his lashes fluttering as his eyes threatened to roll back from the pleasure pooling into his stomach from those hard hits. Impacts that had his toes curling as he kept his head pressed back tightly to the bed. Ignoring the ache from his ponytail being pinned down to the bed in that position. He didn't care. Not a thing mattered but Hizashi, Hizashi, Hizashi. The hard hits against him with the fast speed that had him all too delighted. Wailing when the blonde gave a few hits that sent sparks up his back.
Sizzling with each thrust only to miss it the next handful of times. It had his erection twitching as the stockings fabric rubbed against it slightly. Not enough to get him off, he knew that, yet it felt good. There were soft, raised red lines along his husband's shoulders and upper arms that had him whining eagerly. Hot at the sight his nails had left behind on his skin. Paling from the winter months but fuck if it wasn't lovely. If he didn't look lovely either way. Didn't burn up to see the red lines standing out on his skin.
He huffed in his pants with that faint dizziness settling over him when the blonde slammed forward against him. Squelches punctuating those thrusts that had his toes curling tightly as he moaned encouragingly at his husband. Eagerly. Hot, hot, hot. Burning, burning, burning. Each slamming thrust given was another match on a raging fire. Another gup of gasoline that had him flaming hotter, hotter, hotter. Until he was sure the only thing, he could focus on was the blonde above him. Until nothing truly mattered but him.
Until the only word he knew was his husband's name that he couldn't stop himself from howling like a curse. A plea, a deal, a praise. As if the blonde were an entity taking mercy on him. A god he was devout too. Shouting his name again, again, again with each pounding thrust given by the blonde who grunted down at him. Listening to his own voice trembling and cracking on strained notes that had his husband groaning lowly at him. Shuddering with hands tightening their grips behind his knees in a hard squeeze.
Oh, now that sent tingles racing under his skin. Was it an erogenous zone? Or was it simply an area his husband hardly touched which merely had it sensitive? He didn't know. Couldn't focus on figuring it out. Not when shivers were ripping over him when he heard his husband howling back at him. A cracking, strained sound when the blonde had the breath. A string of degradation and praises melting together above him in that slurred moan occasionally. Melting into that confusing English he didn't understand.
A mixed language where the only thing that stood out was his name. Chanted back to him again, again, again with that breathless huskiness to his voice. Fuck. It sent shivers down his back to hear that call back each time the blonde's name was flying out of him desperately. A snapping, snarling growl left his husband when he clenched around that twitching erection. The reaffirmed pin of his legs to his chest had him wheezing out breathlessly when the blonde slammed with a renewed strength. A renewed speed.
Something that he knew would leave Hizashi's hips tired later on. Sore. Those low grunts leaving his husband as hands squeezed at him tightly with nails biting into his skin. Sending racing heat up his back as Hizashi pounded against him with that intent to knock the air out of his lungs. To pound him silly like he'd always slurred through his moans before. Fucking him senseless. It had him wailing as he yanked at the comforter that he held balled up in his shaking hands with his erection twitching.
The drops of pre-come soaking a patch on his corset. His stockings. He wouldn't doubt if his garter belt was suffering with that slick mess, but he couldn't think. Couldn't breathe properly to use his air to wail out the questions when Hizashi was pounding the wisps of air out of him. He knew he wouldn't be the least bit surprised if the damn bed was wobbling lightly from the force of those thrusts. The impacts they had on him as those slick squelches rang out. The sharp slap of sweaty skin slapping against his was deafening.
Huffing, rasping pants being taken by the both of them as strands of blonde locks clung to his husband's cheeks. His shoulders and chest. It had him twisting with a cry when the blonde pulled back only to slam against him with a hit against his prostate. Wailing at the heat sparking up his back with each pounding thrust given as he yanked at the comfort uselessly. Fingers twitching with that desire to fly up and cling onto his husband. To yank at the messy golden blonde locks until they were wild.
Tangled around his fingers in a mess that had always made his blood run hot. It had him squeezing fistfuls of that comforter to his shaking hands as heat ripped up his back wave after wave. Choking him once more under the force of it as he twisted beneath his husband. Desperate to chase that orgasm he could feel knotting low in his stomach. Taking its sweet time twisting up when a deafening moan ripped itself out of his husband. Cresting up, up, up effortlessly when he wailed at a particularly hard thrust.
Nudging him against the blanket as a crisp slap of the blonde's skin against his. It sent a shiver down his back when he forced his trembling lashes up. On the blonde who hovered over him with that burning gaze leveled on him. It had his cheeks throbbing lightly with that uncomfortable heat as that orgasm knotted lazily through him. Clawing its way up, up, up as his world shrank down. Down to the pleasure that pooled into him with those hips pounding away at him. Hitting every wisp of air out of his lungs.
The low grunts and growls leaving his husband that broke up his keening moans that spilled out of him shamelessly. Mixing in with his own as he clenched down around that twitching erection. Felt that light, erratic throbbing building in the blonde's erection much like his own. Throbbing with that mounting orgasm as it remained pinned between his thighs and stomach. God, it was all so good. So fucking good! He just! He can't-!
"Zashi! Zashi, Zashi, please! Please! Ha-Harder! Faster! I can't- Nghnn! Yo-You're drivin' me insane! So good! Please, please! Cum! Cum, Zashi! 'm so close! Fu-Ffffuckin' close! You are too! C'mon! Ah! God, Zashi! Fuck me, fuck me! Keep- Like that! Like that! Oh! Mmmmn! Love you! I love you, Zashi! So fuckin' much! Haah! It's so- Right there! Ah! Yes! Fuck yes, yes, yes! Ah! I'm gonna-! Mmmmnn shit!"
"Yes! Yes, yes, yes! Cum, baby! Sh-Show me how good I ma-mmmake you feel! Be a go-good boy and take it! Yo-You want it so bad the-then fucking take it! All of it! So fuckin' pretty! So be-beautiful! Fuck! Fu-Fffuck! Shit! Choke my fucking co-cock, baby! Like that! Ah! Nnghnn! I lo-love you too! So much, baby! Ah! Ah, shit! Mmmm! Haah, haah, just little more! Cu-Cum for me, baby!"
Oh, it sent shivers down his back to hear those words being slurred at him like that. The crack to them as hips slammed forward against him hard, hard, hard. Fast, fast, fast. A quiet compliance to his choked shout yet the blonde seemed all too ready to follow along with it. He jerked a hand up from it's clutched position on the blankets. Squeezing it between his stomach and hand to wrap his fingers around his erection tightly. Giving himself the pressure that he wanted for it. That he needed to get there.
Twisting against the blanket, he happily moved his hand to match that blinding speed of his husband's thrusts. Jerking up into his hand desperately as he gasped in his pants. That knot twisting tight, tight, tight as his orgasm clawed upwards. It was right there. Right there for the both of them. So close, close, close that He could feel it when he clenched around the blonde tightly. Proving it in that light, erratic throbbing steadily increasing with the twitches of his erection. Fuck, it was absolutely everything he'd wanted.
Shudders raced down his back at the keening, trembling moans leaving his husband as he slammed forward. Blonde locks clinging to his clammy skin and red cheeks beautifully. He was teetering on that edge. He just needed something to tip him over. It was hot, hot, hot. Everything was shrinking to the frantic jerk of his hips. Forcing his legs up against his chest tight, tight, tight. He needed it. Needed a little more, more, more as he stroked his twitching erection with that eagerness. The desperation twisting in him.
Drops of pre-come smeared under his fingers when he wasn't fast enough. Didn't swipe at the leaking head frequently enough but it didn't matter. Not when he was jerking at the pounding thrusts being given as he thrusted up into his hand. That burning pull at muscles trembling with that gradual tightening had his husband throwing his head back again with a wail. Squeezing his eyes shut, lashes fluttered on hot cheeks as his eyes rolled back. He felt a bead of sweat rolling down his forehead towards his temple.
He couldn't breathe around that tight coiling that went nowhere but up. Sliding his hand up desperately along his erection to grind the pad of his thumb into the leaking slit. Tearing a wail out of himself. Exasperated when those hips then slammed forward against him. Nudging him lightly against the blankets as a wave of heat ripped up his back prompting it to arch. Twisting as the muscles in his stomach flexed and trembled tightly with that tingling rush. Clamping down around that throbbing erection.
Getting himself a choked wail from both his husband and himself as his orgasm snapped over him. Done, done, done. He was done. Not a second more. It rushed over him with a white-hot heat that had his wail cutting off on a croak. Trembling, twisting, stiffening under that rush of heat as his hips jumped up. That wail quickly crested itself up to a deafening howl that had him whimpering at his husband. And he knew the blonde was trying to muffle it quickly when the lampshades rattled viciously.
Sharp, shallow breaths being taken through teeth instead as that howl was choked down. Rendered to a snapping, snarling moan from the blonde as he slammed forward. Stiffening against him as hips ground frantically against him. Clutching at him tightly as he trembled under that white-hot heat. Drowning under it. It was a relief. Agony. Suspended in that white pleasure bolting through him while he squirmed restlessly with a tremble to his legs. His hands as he clutched at the blanket with his left hand.
Squeezed at his throbbing erection with his right. Gasping in heaving breaths that merely fed into another throb. Another pulse wracking through him until he was sure he'd go insane. Truly suffocate under the waves slamming into him with the intent on ripping him apart. Even the throbbing twitches of his husband's erection felt too much. Clutching around it had the blonde clutching at his stocking again. It was so good, good, good. Drowning. He could feel Hizashi shaking against him with those huffs leaving him.
Carrying a choked sound in the back of his throat. Too good, too good, too good. Too much. He was trying to breathe around the waves ripping him apart. And then they were rushing out of him. Shaking as his hips thrusted up weakly as if trying to chase after that orgasm again. Twisting against the blanket with weak, cracking whimpers leaving him as he was left shaking in that afterglow of his orgasm. Felt the blonde's shuddering sigh against his thigh as he relaxed then released his holds on him.
Easing his hips backwards, he whimpered at the slick slide of that erection making its way out of him. A slick squelch as the blonde pulled out had him shivering as hands then lifted to help ease his shaking legs down. He gasped in his pants as the blonde pulled the slick condom off of himself. The slick squelches followed by snaps of the rubber at fingers had him opening his eyes. He swore there was a faint ache to them from the intensity of that roll back. It felt harder to open his eyes with that heaviness to them.
He shuddered at the sight of the blonde as he growled curses under his breath. Struggling to tie off the condom after receiving a few more snaps against shaking fingers. Once a half decent knot was made, the blonde was crawling over him to toss it into the trash with the wipes being grabbed off of his phone. Placed on the bed, hands then grabbed his shoulders to ease him up into a sitting position. Groaning at his husband when he did so, he came forward gently with his cheek pressed to a freckled shoulder.
Felt the faint swell to the red lines there sent shivers down his back. Lifting his arms up he slid them around the blonde's slim waist with a weak hum leaving him as fingers pulled at the black ribbons. Untying them had him sucking in a deep breath as an ache radiated over his midsection along with that relief. A hand-in-hand duo that had him letting out a weak moan at that relief as clung onto the blonde. Hands pulled the back apart only to sneak forward between them. Pulling apart his clasps in the front.
Allowing for the corset to be worked off of him. He felt a stab of guilt at the mess on the deep red fabric. Wished he'd had the foresight to ask how to wash a corset but that would have been too much. Would have made him pull back from his choice and he knew that perfectly well. Hizashi and himself could figure it out with a search online. Later. They'd do it much later. He nuzzled his feverish cheek to Hizashi's shoulder as he tightened his arms around his waist. Lips pressed against his hair softly in pecking kisses.
Something he was more than eager to return. Soft kisses he placed along that freckled shoulder towards his husband's neck up to his jaw. To his ear where he nipped at an earlobe lightly with a click of his teeth hitting off of the jewelry there. Earning him a shudder from his husband followed by a low whine when he pressed a light kiss to it. Moving forward along that hot cheek to the smattering of freckles that always begged for kisses. God, they were his favorite thing on the blonde. They were adorable.
He'd dare say even that tooth gap he'd had before his braces had been unfairly cute with those freckles. It had given the blonde a very Southern Belle look before changes were made. He tightened his arms around the blonde's waist as arms curled around his shoulders to which he happily pulled at his husband. Twisting to the side, they hit the bed with a bounce that had the springs shrieking lightly. Curling into the blonde who tightened his arms around him to which he fluttered kisses over that red face.
That faint taste of salt to his lips was something he could happily ignore. The blonde peppered kisses over his own face as he felt the blonde cuddling into him. Twisting against him as he targeted his forehead. The scar beneath his eye. Pulling back, his husband nuzzled his nose to his which he happily returned. The action earning himself one of those delighted little laughs from his husband. A breathy giggle after it. The breathlessness to it had his lips twitching up into a smile as he slid his hands up the blonde's back.
Curling knees up slightly had the blonde moving with him as he got another nuzzle of that nose to his. Fingers drifting over his ponytail gently with locks being tugged at lightly. Uneven, ragged pants filling that silence when he placed kisses to that red cheek with the surge of adoration. The strangle how that affection and love he held for this man threatening to rip him apart. Overwhelming when he squeezed the blonde's waist as he was clutched close with a hum. Then the blonde pulled back with a grin.
"Yo-You know, I think you lo-look really good in red! Same wi-with that thong of yours! I'll ha-have to st-start up a drawer for your li-lingerie, don't I?" A giggle burst out of his husband when he nuzzled his nose to that red cheek when the blonde's breaths fanned over his ear from that proximity. "God, Sho-Shouta, I love you so fuckin' much, you know that? Sexy li-little thing you are, I can't fuckin' wait to see what you ha-have up your sleeve!"
"Yo-You'll just have to wa-wait and see, now, won't you?" A low giggle had shivers running down his back as he tightened his arms around the blonde's waist keeping him pressed tightly against him. Knowing in mere minutes his husband would pull away to rightly clean his piercings before anything could begin to dry. "An-And I don't think ha-having a pair of lacy underwear or two wi-will kill me, now, will it? Not wh-when I love my dear, pe-perverted husband who likes me in them then there won't be a pr-problem with it."
"Nope! In fact, I thi-think I want to see yo-you in more lingerie! You lo-look sexy in it, baby, but you knew that didn't you? I be-bet you stood in front of that mirror an-and gawked at yourself!" Teeth nipped his earlobe playfully them when arms tightened around him. Fingers drifting over his ponytail in another caress over it. "Yo-You are the fuckin' best, you know that? Pu-Putting together something li-like this as a late Valentine's Day thing? You're amazing, Shouta! The be-best damn husband ever!"
"An-Any time, Zashi! Any fucking time!"
