Leashes. Here we are, at the end, finally! Honestly, this kinda put a lump in my throat and I got all sad about this finally ending. I started it last year in August, rewrote everything about it. But here it is, finally at the end and it kind of hurts my heart. I can't believe that this is done with and I'll be moving on to the final fic in this series. I never expected the first to gain so much love and I never expected this to gain so much love either. I love to hear when there's hidden fans of this! The lurkers and ones who make themselves more well known are all appreciated! It's weird that this is over and the series as a whole will be ending soon. I don't know what I'll do with myself once this is is over over but I'll think about it when I get there! Thank you all, really and truly, for showing this so much love. I hope that you all continue to enjoy and show it love even now that it's over! I hope that anyone who comes across it grows to adore this little series as well! I hope to see familiar, old, and new names in the next fic! I don't know how soon the third fic will be up but just know I'll be hard at work writing the first chapter of it! But until then I'm gong to take a tiny break and work on other stuff! I hope that you all enjoy this last chapter and I'll be back soon! Until we meet again ❤️
Shouta had always loved a good downpour. It was one thing he loves the most about summer time; the impromptu downpours and rainy weather that was always chilled. Always combatting the humidity in the air. There was something unbelievably nice smelling the o-zone and the wet dirt with it's earthy smell of petrichor that followed a rain storm. While his husband adored his bright, sunny day he had to admit there was something calming about a rainy day. Something that allowed him to breathe out a heavy sigh.
That allowed him to simply be when the rain was pouring, leaving everyone trapped at home. With chores and tasks being completed throughout the day without needing to leave the house. It was a calming day that he found himself looking forward to and something his husband dreaded only due to the fact he knew his husband wanted to ride his bike more. But he couldn't deny that there was an overall cozy feeling when it came to the stormy days that left them trapped in the house with outside tasks being limited.
Chores outdoors being reduced to "absolutely necessary". There was something so nice about curling up together with the ac shut off as the cool breeze fluttered through the windows that was unbelievably nice. About sitting in his husband's lap while he played with his silky soft blonde locks. Twirling them around his fingers while they watched the news to see how long the rain would persist. In having hands sliding over his back gently as he melted into his husband's chest for the afternoon as they listened to the rain together.
He's had many rainy days that were memorable to him. Playing in it until his lips turned blue when he visited his biological father. Playing in the rain when his sister would beg him as she stood in her bathing suits. Running about the rain until he was returning inside for something hot to warm him up. As he grew, he found himself admiring the rain storms rather than running about in them. To sit and watch the pouring rain became something of a comfort to him. It always had the muscles relaxing in his back.
They worked to soothe him. There was something about rainy days that felt different. How the lights seemed brighter to him and the world softer. Darker. He couldn't deny that he had his reasons for adoring rainy days and for hating them. But he couldn't deny that a good rain storm that could turn into a thunderous one? It was the best. The deep rumbles that came from a distance that he could listen to for hours. But what he adored more than anything was late nights when the rain was striking the windows of their home.
When he got to listen to it pounding on the ground leaving them with dew drops in the early morning light. Even their daughter seemed to have an appreciation for rainy days and a desire to put her boots and rain coat on to jump in muddy puddles and rain puddles until she was tired out and put into a warm bath to warm her frigid skin. There was something about seeing those red eyes glistening up at him with the wide smile of absolute awe as she was allowed to run about in the rain warmed his heart.
Left him absolutely happy to join her in his own rain boots and coat for a bit. There was nothing more that he loved than when Eri would pull on his hands and coax him to jump in the puddles with her while Hizashi watched them from the front door or porch. Running baths and showers for them so they could warm up and curl up on the couch together with Eri fighting for her place on Hizashi's lap. Both cuddled up to Hizashi who seemed to always welcome the affection from them both as they were held close.
Even Hitoshi would come in to sit on the arm chair while they chose movies to watch throughout the day. There was nothing he loved more than a rainy day when it came to his small family coming together to spend time together. Even having Denki there felt more natural lately than anything. A small family he never thought he'd have but one he cherished, nonetheless. He adores watching Hitoshi play with Eri in the rain when she asked him too. Rainy days always seemed to work to bring them together rather than push apart.
It was by far one of the things he loves the most about them. He may not be overly or completely outwardly affection with his children, it didn't mean that he didn't love to shower them with it in quiet ways. That he didn't feel his heart melt when he watched Eri and Hitoshi playing together throughout the day or splashing in puddles outside in the pouring rain until Hizashi called them in once more. There was something unbelievably nice about rainy days despite the tragedies they had experienced under that stormy weather.
Like the rainy day he lost Oboro. It was a sore topic and one that left him melancholic, but he refused to spread it to his daughter who seemed to delight in rainy days with him. When she would beg for him to play with her in the backyard or to check on her small flower garden which she fussed over before they'd return inside. Rainy days were everything. Just like their sunny, snowy, or fall days. And with their vacation officially beginning tomorrow, he couldn't deny that his blood was electrified at the reminder.
That he was thrumming with excitement with the ideas of what this summer could bring them. In what their rainy days would provide them. And tonight was no different. While the rain storm came later, he was more than content to sit on their back porch on the swing. The porch lights casting a soft golden light down the porch stairs to the muddy, puddle ridden backyard as he curled up on the porch swing with his legs swaddled in a blanket. Cocooned to keep his lwoer half warm while he lounged out on the swing.
A mug of hot tea held in his hands that kept them warm as he watched the rain patter onto the porch steps. He let his left foot dangle out of the blanket to gently rock himself back and forth in the swing as he watched the rain. Invisible in the darkness, he watched streams running off of the small roof covering the back porch. Thick streams that gushed over the railing of the porch and to the dirt while rain pattered over the porch steps deafeningly. There was a light mist that attacked his face when the breeze washed over him.
Rustling the wet leaves together lightly with the water hitting him. He was in heaven. There was something so nice about the invisible rain in the darkness that pattered to the ground while he sipped his tea. Something his husband had brought out to him with the insistence he relax while he cleaned up after dinner and put Eri to bed. It was honestly nice having a breather tonight, but he was insistent earlier about coming in to help with anything he could. He lifted his mug up to sip at his tea which left a warm path down to his stomach.
The pattering rain on the wet ground, on the porch steps, was deafening as he rocked himself lazily with the warm mug held tightly in his hands. A point of heat he clung to as he rocked himself lightly when he shivered at the light, chilled breeze that rushed over him with a rustle of wet leaves around him. It was like a dream; their summer vacation starting tomorrow, the next handful of weeks was theirs. A time to do what they want when they want. To sleep in together until Eri inevitably came knocking like any seven-year-old would.
He wanted to live this summer to the best of their abilities despite their losses. It made his chest ache to recall said losses, but he refused to bring the mood down. However, they couldn't go on not talking about it much longer but for tonight? Tonight, he just wanted to exist. He wanted to sit here on his back porch, swing in their porch swing, and sip his hot tea before going inside. His prosthetic leg was propped over the small table with the metal glinting in the golden light of the porch lights around him.
And he inhaled that wet scent of dirt and the scent of the rain. Shivering lightly at that cool breeze tugging playfully at his hair, he lifted his mug up once more to sip his drink. The warm path down to his stomach had him shivering again but he felt content as he watched the rain pattering off the porch steps. Those thick streams of water gushing off the end of the roof; thicker near the corners that pattered down into puddles forming on the ground. Swaying idly back and forth, back and forth, he could fall asleep here.
He could nod off; he had all the perfect conditions to do it despite that chilly breeze, but he felt warm, flushed, from his tea. His lower half wrapped in a swaddle that provided warmth as well and his thick cardigan rested on top of his sweater for that chilly breeze, he knew would be custom with a rain storm like this. It wouldn't be the first time he fell asleep on the porch swing, but he didn't want his husband to carry him to bed. Not when he had better ideas for tonight. His husband had been jumpy today.
Pacing from door to door, window to window, to watch for any delivery trucks. Jumping up to watch out the windows as packages were delivered to their neighbors. He'd like to say he was surprised his husband made a purchase. That he didn't know what it was, but he had the distinct feeling he knew what it was. The blonde had been all too excited and happy to see the package on their welcome mat but had playfully denied to show him what was inside of it. Instead, the blonde had kissed at his cheeks in a flurry.
All while giving the promise that he would find out later on tonight. The box was then stuffed in their closet and Hizashi monopolized his time throughout the rainy day. Had even gotten them all dressed up to let Eri run around in her duck themed rain coat and boots. Distracting him from the box that sat in their closet. And he had to admit, the blonde had been successful in getting him to forget for quite a few hours. Successfully distracting him by dragging him outside into the rain with their daughter.
Dancing around with him in his arms until he was red faced when a few neighbors peeked through curtains at them as he was spun and danced around in the rain. But he'd happily forsaken it for the laughter of his husband, the squealing delight of their daughter, was more than enough to light that warmth in his chest. It was by far the sweetest sound over the rain as he was danced about and thrown around through puddles that caused a splash back. One that had Eri squealing with joy as she stomped in her puddles.
They played in the ran for an hour straight before he pleaded to be let inside with the insistence that he was tired and cold. He then walked into the house where he was stripped out of his rain coat and boots where he walked to the bedroom while Hizashi carted Eri upstairs for a hot bath to warm her up. And he'd had the opportunity to peek into their closet. To look at the box his husband had gotten previously but he'd been so cold he wanted nothing more than to just step into the shower where he sat on his stool under the hot water.
By the time he'd thought to peek at the box it was too late as Hizashi was joining him in the shower where he'd been showered in that pampering that always left him smiling. Letting his husband take care of him rather than fighting for that independence. He let the blonde shower his neck and shoulders in kisses before scrubbing gently at his body with the loofah with finger tips kneading at him. Let the blonde scrub at his head gently as he warmed up beneath that hot water that soaked into him.
It wasn't until he was being coaxed into the bedroom that it occurred to him that he could have taken a glance at that box. However, he found himself reluctant by that point. Unwilling to look at his husband's purchase but instead contenting himself to see what the blonde would have bought for them. He liked to say he had not a clue what it was that his husband had bought but with the last choice on their list being leashes, how could it be anything but that? It put a flutter to his stomach just to think of it.
Knowing that it was more than likely exactly what he thought it to be. That he was finally, finally, going to get the very thing that his husband had used as a point of dirty talk each time he put his collar on. The idea that his husband would have a leash he could tug on? Hold his head back with? It was hot. And sitting on his porch swing, he could feel that heat gathering in the back of his neck at the thought that the blonde had bought him a leash. Knowing his husband, it would be something of good quality.
Something that would hold up in the bedroom. And so, rather than peek at his leash, he had decided to leave it a mystery; leave it as something his husband could show him later in the night. He let himself sink into their usual afternoon as he was cuddled up to his husband's side with his arm around his waist. His head on his shoulder as he twirled blonde locks around his fingers while Eri curled up against Hizashi's chest with her tiny hands holding onto his. Playing with his fingers absent mindedly.
Something she refused to let go off as she kept in her grasp while her head rested on Hizashi's other shoulder. Cuddled up to the blonde as the man put on Bluey for their daughter who seemed more than content. It had been an afternoon common with their rainy afternoons and he adored it. He'd been happy to lose a few hours in the children's show until his stomach began to growl. It was this that had Eri questioning him on what they'd have for dinner. It was only then that he departed from the two to get dinner done.
But it didn't take long for Hizashi to follow after him. Hands resting on his waist as they swayed together while he cooked, and the blonde even risked tugging him away from the stove for a spin in his arms. His hand resting on his lower back and fingers weaved between the fingers of his left hand as wedding bands glinted in the kitchen light. Letting himself be kissed on the cheeks gently as he was swayed in his husband's arms before he would "fight" his way out of his arms with giggles being had from his husband.
To turn back to the stove only to have arms curve over his stomach and his husband's head resting against his with that sweet humming in his ear. He'd forgotten about that silly little box when his husband seemed so good at distracting him throughout the afternoon. There was an adoration to his husband's gaze that left him drowning under the surge of his own adoration. An affection he gave Hizashi when he was tugged and spun around their small kitchen while in the blonde's arms as he was danced about.
Hizashi could get away with it until he was laughing at the blonde's ministrations. The blonde had seemed intent on showering him with affection today and God knows he didn't give a single care if he received it or not. It left him overjoyed to receive such warmth from his husband who seemed more than happy to give it. A shiver ran over him tore him out of his thoughts when he blinked before focusing on the dark night around him. The invisible rain past the porch that was made visible on the stairs due to the soft golden light.
He shivered again when he shifted slightly in his swing before lifting his mug up to sip at the cooling liquid. Hizashi had said he had a "surprise" for him, but did that mean he could go inside? Or was he supposed to wait for him out here? He had not a problem, but it was getting chilly. As chilly as a rainy night July could get, but he found himself shifting to kick his blanket away carefully as he sat up right. Draining the rest of his tea that held too much sweetness to it now that it had begun cooling ever so slightly.
Enough for him to taste it. He placed the blanket up and rested it on the seat next to him when he leaned over it to grab his prosthetic leg with a grunt. His fingers just barely nicking it when he leaned further over with the blanket pressing into his hip and side. Curling his fingers around it, he tugged it forward and straightened up as he sighed out. He was grateful he was wearing shorts tonight due to how hot it had been that afternoon. How warm he'd been after his shower. Sliding his prosthetic up and lining his stump up with it.
Fussing slightly with the placement of it before he tugged it up into place. Something that was becoming more natural with each passing day. He wished they'd give him something better. Something more realistic but he knew Eri would have a heart attack if she saw a severed leg just lying about. Even if his prosthetic had a metal foot on the end, it wasn't the most aesthetically pleasing to look at. And he wanted something that looked normal. He fussed with it as he made sure it was securely in place before grabbing his mug.
And then the back door was creaking open to which he glanced over to find his husband stepping out onto the back porch. Blonde locks tugged up into that a loose bun against the base of his neck that had locks slipping free to rest over his shoulders. Frame his face as his glasses glinted in the golden light of the lightbulb closest to the door. His loose pink Barbie tank top hanging low enough for a nipple to peak at him as the neckline drooped slightly. The hem covering a decent bit of his shorts that peeked out at him.
There was a sparkle to green eyes as his husband beamed at the sight of him; like he had finally come home after spending hours away. The blonde opened the door wider with his feet brushing over the wood of the porch and he smiled at the blonde as he stood up with his blanket wadded up beneath his arm and his mug in hand when the blonde walked forward to take the blanket from him when fingers were lifting up to trail over his jaw lightly. A caress that lifted up with the backs of fingers pressing against his cheek.
He tipped his face towards fingers that slid over his warm cheek in a caress. A gentle back and forth caress with the quiet sound of those fingers dragging over the stubble that covered his cheek. There was a trace of sadness to that soft smile; a bitter sweetness to it all that had his heart aching when Hizashi flipped his hand around to cup his cheek with his thumb moving over his cheekbone. A soft back and forth caress that had him swaying forward on his feet slightly. It was nice receiving that affection.
He then turned his head to kiss at that soft palm gently when his husband sighed out. There was a sad expression pinching at his face when the blonde tilted his head slightly with a soft smile curling over his lips when he cleared his throat before speaking. "So, this is the last one, huh? How are you feeling about it, baby?"
"A little sad, I suppose. I mean, seven months have flown by in the blink of an eye, and I feel like we hardly had time to enjoy this. And once we do start enjoying it, it's damn near over." The blonde hummed softly when that thumb moved over his cheekbone when he looked up at his husband. A soft smile curled over his lips, he reached up to cover the back of his hand. "But that's okay. I mean, we can always do a third one, can't we? We'd have time to let you heal from your piercings, wouldn't we?"
"We would! Given I'll be getting them in August, we can absolutely do a third one! Whatever makes you happiest, baby, is what I'm willing to do! And if another, kinky challenge is what you want then you can have it." That palm pressed firmly against his cheek when the blonde sighed out when he slid his thumb against the side of his husband's. "I would love nothing more than to have another challenge with you, baby. I didn't think you'd respond so well to it, if I'm completely honest with you."
Smiling at his husband, he slid his thumb against the side of the blonde's again when he pressed on the back of his hand. Nuzzling his cheek to that soft palm, he slid his hand down from the back of his husband's hand to slide over his wrist. Squeezing gently at it before sliding his hand down to his forearm in an up and down caress. The quiet whisper of skin on skin deafening over the drum of rain. "Well, I was hesitant halfway through the first one, remember? You had to do a lot of reassuring and comforting."
"And now look at you! A sexual deviant, just like your husband!" He smiled when Hizashi's other arm, holding the blanket, wrapped around his waist to pull him closer to which he stumbled forward those few steps as he slid his free arm around his husband's waist as well. Holding himself close when the blonde smiled brightly with a laugh when that thumb slid against his cheekbone. "We've learned a lot about one another's sexual desires this time, haven't we? I feel like there's no way I can know you better sexually."
"And yet you'll say that at the end of the third challenge, now, won't you?" A giggle left the blonde when he smiled at the blonde who began to sway idly when he plucked playfully at the man's drooping pink tank top. Something his husband insisted he never wear around their children. Refused too. And he could understand that given how revealing it is. He nuzzled his husband's palm before turning his head again to kiss gently at it. "Now, how about you let me inside and show me this surprise of yours?"
"You say that like you don't know exactly what it is!" There was a playful note to his husband's voice as he adjusted his hold on his cup that knocked lightly against his husband's shoulder. They pulled apart with him being tugged close to his husband's side when lips pressed to the side of his head as that hand left his cheek. He allowed himself to be pulled forward across the porch with a chuckle as he was coaxed towards the door which he happily stepped over the threshold of. "I think you're going to love it!"
"Oh, do you? I'm sure you got the most expensive thing, didn't you?" The blonde merely grinned at him as the arm and blanket pressing to his lower back moved away with the door being swung shut after his husband stepped over the threshold. And he happily made his way through the small dining room with a brush of his foot over the floor as he made his way into the kitchen. "I really do hope you didn't spend much on it, Zashi. Really. We don't need so many fancy things after buying that machine!"
"Ah, but it's fun to spoil you! And I think you're going to really love this!" There was a playful whine to his husband's voice as he followed after him and he glanced over his shoulder when Hizashi placed his mug into the sink. The blanket folded over his arm, the brush of his husband's feet over the floor was deafening as he hummed. Making his way around the edge of the fridge to the small hallway of theirs when there was an increase in the steps behind him and hands came to rest on his waist causing him to jump.
A laugh burst out of him as lips pressed to the side of his neck, the blanket brushing against his thigh, as hands kneaded at his waist. A giggle muffling itself into the side of his neck as they shuffled forward together with his husband's hands keeping him up right. He reached out to grab the handles of their doors to coax them open as they stumbled over the threshold. He couldn't help a snicker as Hizashi's hands left his waist to shut the doors. "You're so annoying, you know that?"
"But you love it! Now, look at your present, baby!" He couldn't help another snicker that cut off in his throat when he turned to the bed to the ight of a leash. Down its length were crystal gems imbedded in a black leather with white threading running along the sides. A loop on the end of it for his husband to hold onto. But what really got his attention was the collar that came with it; a deep black color with a silver hoop and a tag on it. Hands rested on his waist coaxed him to step forward. "Take a closer look, yeah?"
He happily stepped forward before walking towards the bed with the blonde's hands sliding from his waist when he reached the bed to pick up the collar with the tag jingling cheerfully. It was in the shape of a heart; silver rather than gold with a buckle and loop on the back. More complex than his usual collar. Engraved onto the tag were three simple words; Daddy's Good Boy. It sent a shiver down his back when he rubbed his thumb over the words with heat gathering in the back of his neck. "Zashi, this is-"
"Do you like it? I know it's a bit generic, but I thought it would work perfectly with this collar!" Hands were then flicking at the hem of his shirt with fingers touching his waist. Warm. His husband's left hand slid along his waist while his hair was coaxed away from his neck with lips pressing against it gently before his head raised up and teeth nipped at his earlobe. Clicking off of his studs there sending another shiver down his back. "Do you like it? If not, I can always get something better, baby, just tell me and I'll return it."
Did he like it? A bit generic? Send it back? He doesn't want the blonde to send it back. He didn't want something better when this was perfect as is. He slid his thumb over the engraved words on it with his stomach fluttering when he swallowed before tipping his head back and to the side to look at his husband behind him. Pupils contracted before widening ever so slightly with that flicker of desire when he held the collar up. "Put it on me? Please? I love it, I don't want you to return it. It's beautiful as is."
God, he swore he could see that desire swelling in those green eyes when the collar was taken from his hand to which he lifted his hair up. Holding it out of the way as his husband worked the back buckle apart when he shivered at that cool leather touching his throat. The jingle of the tag against the metal hoop as his husband worked the buckle together with a snug fit that had him breathless when Hizashi hands slid away. "Turn for me? Let me see how it fits on you."
He had not a problem with turning on his feet with his husband's hands skimming down his sides to rest his hands on his waist. And that desire truly took hold in that gaze as his husband's pupils blew wide rendering irises to green rings. Spots of color popped on freckled cheeks before smothering themselves in a deep pink hue that had his hands lifting up. Touching the warmth of that pink blush as he pressed his palms to his cheeks with hands twisting him closer. "You like it? Does it look good?"
"It looks real fucking good on you, baby. Perfect." There was a husky note to his husband's voice that had his heart jumping in his chest to sprint quickly when hands squeezed at his waist when he slid his hands from those pink cheeks to curl his arms around his shoulders. Twisting himself into Hizashi's hold as hands slid backwards to slide up his back when he swallowed. Admiring that snug fit against his throat. Then hands came down to tug at the hem of his shirt. "Why don't you take this off and I get the leash on you, yeah?"
He didn't need to be told twice. Didn't need to be asked. Hizashi stepped back allowing him the space to reach down for his tank top to tug upwards; flipping it over his stomach then up towards his chest. He tugged it up over his head with his hair slipping through the neckline when he caught the whisper of leather moving over the blanket. He may of known this was coming as it was their last choice but that didn't make it any less exciting. The idea of his husband holding onto that leash to tug and hold him into place?
It was exciting. The light brush of that tag against his throat had shivers racing down his back as he got his shirt up and off to the floor. He turned with his hands lifting to hold his hair out of the way as he listened to the click of metal on metal. The collar really was simplistic; with a metal loop in the front that could be used from said front and a smaller hoop on the buckle in the back to be used from behind. He loves it. He loves his main collar but there was something special about this one too. Just like his main one.
He listened to the click of the leash being clipped into place with the leather of it brushing down his back when he turned to face his husband again. Shivering when he watched Hizashi's hand turning to wrap the rest of the leash loosely around his fingers with the loop resting around his wrist. It had him swaying forward on his feet with his arms reaching up once more. The blanket abandoned on the floor with a hand sliding along his waist. He let himself be tugged closer as he tipped his face up towards the blonde.
Watching as Hizashi's head dipped downwards towards his with his breaths trembling lightly on a hitch when those soft, warm lips then came down on his. The hand on his waist squeezing firmly at him with that light tug of the collar against his throat when Hizashi gave a curious tug on it. He shuddered then as he moved his lips against the blonde's lips that melted against his with that second kiss given. Melting to shape and curve to fit comfortably against his own as that hand slid along his waist to fan out on his lower back.
It had him shuddering when he slid his arms around his husband's shoulders to hold his husband close, close, close. Moving his lips against those soft, warm ones was absolutely addicting. He could kiss Hizashi for hours and never tire of it. He loves having those soft lips coming down on his the same way he loves to have that soft skin brushing against him. Always needing. Always wanting this man. He curved into his hold with that hand sliding along his lower back while the hand holding his leash pressed against a shoulder blade.
A sigh fanning over his cheek that he couldn't help copying with a sigh of his own when he melted into his husband's hold. The quiet whisper of their moving lips filling the silence of their bedroom save for the patter of rain outside the window. The lazy puffs of chilled air fanning into their room as hands slid over his skin. The warmth of Hizashi radiating against him when he found a blonde lock that he happily wrapped around his fingers. Holding onto it with a playful tug that had his husband humming.
Holding onto his husband as that collar bit lightly into his throat sending tingles racing down to his fluttering stomach. It's what he loved the most back when his first collar had been used. When Hizashi gave him his anniversary collar they used for every day BDSM scenes. The bite of that new leather against his skin was a sensation that had his heart sprinting quickly against his chest. Holding onto the blonde like he was an anchor as he moved his lips against those warm ones with that whisper ringing out as breaths fanned over his cheek.
Warm. Even. There was no mistaking that desire bleeding slowly but surely into the kiss; an emotion that he gladly returned subtly as he could as lips moved against his with that firm press. He curled and uncurled that blonde lock around his fingers as he kissed the blonde who slid his palm over his lower back with fingers kneading idly at him. It had his heart jumping in his throat at the light brush of the leash against his back. The feeling of it wrapped around his husband's hand resting against his skin.
How many times had Hizashi used that line to get him off? Fantasizing out loud about having a leash to keep him on? To pull on? It had heat flickering beneath his skin as he swayed idly on his feet with his husband moving with him in that subtle side to side rock on his feet. Holding onto him desperately when he groaned quietly when fingers gave a curious tug on his leash. He was more than excited to have this new collar on him. He knew it wasn't to replace the other but the idea of using this during a BDSM scene?
To have Hizashi yank, pull, and hold him in place with it? It had heat flickering under his skin again with his stomach fluttering excitedly at the thought. Such a sharp emotion that excitement was as it twisted into him. He tightened his arms around his husband's shoulders when he tugged on the lock he curled around his fingers earning himself a quiet hum from his husband. Lips moving against his with that quiet desire bleeding into the kiss. Hizashi must have been thinking about this all day too, hadn't he?
Is that why he threw himself into distracting him? Was it to distract himself from ruining this surprise of his? To keep himself busy before tonight? It had him humming back with lips fitting against his comfortably as they slid against his at that idle speed of theirs. Pressing firmly to his allowing him to admire the softness of his husband's lips. The warmth of them. God, they were so fucking soft. He absolutely adores that about his husband; how well he took care of his lips, skin, and hair. How well-groomed he kept himself.
He let out another sigh when he tugged at that lock of hair again when that hand on his lower back began to slid upwards towards the center of it before sweeping down. An up and down stroke over his skin that had him absolutely melting. He arched instinctively with heat flickering under his skin with that up and down caress along his back as he held onto the blonde giddily. He moved his left arm from around his husband's shoulder to slid his hand down between their chests to slid his fingers over his husband's chest.
Feeling out blindly for the nipple that had been peeking out on the porch. He tugged lightly at his husband's loose fitting tank top with his fingers brushing through curls of blonde hair. God, he sometimes found himself missing the times when his husband waxed his chest, but he also adored those blonde curls. He combed his fingers through them when he slid his fingers over blindly. He hummed when he found the skin of his areola. Rubbing the pads of his fingers over them, he loved the shudder it got him from his husband.
He slid his fingers over his areola in another lip before he fanned his fingers out in a V formation. Pinching lightly at his nipple before sneaking his fingers beneath the balls of his piercing when his husband moved. Spinning on his feet with the man dropping down as he was heaved on top of him. An awkward lean as the bed bounced lightly when Hizashi's back hit it. A quiet grunt when he flew forward onto his chest. He didn't mind it on bit as he planted his feet firmly between legs that were spreading to accommodate him properly.
Fingers tugging at the leash had that collar biting lightly into his throat again sending tingles down to his stomach. It had him groaning at the tug when he rubbed his fingers over his husband's areola again before sneaking his fingers beneath his piercing to lift one side up, up, up. Holding it until his husband whine to which he let it drop as he flicked at it with a click of his nails hitting against it. Pinching lightly at his nipple again before rubbing his thumb over it. Coaxing it to perk up as he pressed his lips firmly to his husband's.
A firm press that was returned to him much to his delight as his lips tingled. It had him shuddering when he slid his lips against Hizashi's when he fanned his hand out on his chest. Rubbing and flicking his thumb over the blonde's nipple that was slowly perking up beneath his touch as he squirmed with thighs pressing against his. A huff fanning over his cheek as he squirmed slightly with his hips hovering over his husband's. He rolled his thumb in circles around his husband's nipple before slipping the tip of it beneath the ball of his piercing.
He raised it up, up, up with a groan leaving the blonde. Letting it fall down, he pressed his thumb firmly to that hardening nipple to roll in tight circles against it that had the blonde squirming beneath him. His chest raising up to press against his hand when he slid his right arm from around his husband's shoulders. Allowing them to slump to the bed when he slid his right hand to his husband's chest. Moving his loose tank top out of the way to flick his fingers over his nipple blindly with another shudder running over his husband.
Rubbing the pads of them across his areola which had Hizashi's chest rising up again to push into his hands. Rubbing his thumb tightly over his nipple, he trailed the fingers of his right hand a bit clumsily over that nipple before flicking at it. It had his husband groaning in approval when the leash was tugged at causing it to bite lightly into his throat again to which he whined shrilly at his husband. Twisting against him causing a taut pull on the leash when his husband groaned out again at him sending a shiver down his back.
Squirming beneath him as a hand slid up his back with a quiet whisper before sweeping down to caress over his ass. A rub that had his hips wavering before he pressed them down against his husband. Groaning when he got that firm press against his aching crotch. An ache throbbed in his lower half that demanded to be satiated; an ache that built with each wave of tingles that flew down. Intensifying with each flicker of heat beneath his skin. Hizashi let out a low groan with that hand sliding over his ass repeatedly in a rub.
Squeezing at a cheek firmly before that hand was sliding up towards his back. He moved his lips eagerly against his husband's when he felt that passion bleeding into the kiss. Lips moving faster together with that light smack ringing out to break up the quiet whisper of their moving lips. Breaths trembled over his cheek as he twisted down against the squirming blonde who let out a whine of his own. A shrill, reedy sound that had his stomach flipping when he brought his fingers together to pinch at his nipples.
Perking up beneath his ministrations, he twisted lightly side to side which had the blonde's hips pressing up against him as his back arched. Groaning at him when nails dragged over his lower back tearing a moan out of himself. A sharp tug on the leash had his moan cresting into a wild whimper that rang with unmistakable delight. It had his husband squirming beneath him with that taut pull on the leash. It was this pull that allowed the collar to press just enough into his throat to give a hint of that choke.
It had him whimpering at the mere thought that his husband might build up the boldness to try. To choke him silly. He hesitated before rocking his hips down against his husband who raised his hips up to press tightly against him. Rocking with him when he tugged sharply at his nipples earning a moan from the blonde with a squirm as hips thrusted up against him. God, he loves it. He loves that his husband went through the hassle of buying him a leash and collar just to make him happy. To make both of them happy.
He loves the tag. Loves those three words. Daddy's Good Boy. He didn't think he had a Daddy kink, but he couldn't deny how turned on it made him to read those words. How easily he said it now. Was it because he'd been conditioned to say it? Because he knew how riled up it got his husband? Or was it because he maybe, possibly, had a bit of that kink too? Did he possibly like it after two years of using that Daddy kink to toy with his husband? He had not a clue, but he couldn't deny how flushed he felt just recalling the words on his tag.
Jingling lightly with his squirms, he tugged at his husband's nipples again when that hand slid up, up, up his back. Coming down with nails dragging over it had him shuddering with hips bucking against his husband who moaned out in approval at him. Encouragingly. He happily rocked his hips tightly down against his husband with hips pressing up against him to rock in unison. Trembling breaths fanned onto hot cheeks with that light smack coming to fill the quiet of their room. The drumming patter of rain outside their dark window.
He rocked his hips down against his husband in a tight back and forth that had the blonde moaning up at him with nails dragging over his lower back. It had goosebumps raising over his skin when he moaned down at his husband when he felt another tug on his collar when the blonde's other hand slid over his ass. He was happy he wore shorts tonight; it would make getting his leg off and stripping much easier. He rocked his hips down against his husband delightedly when he pinched sharply at his nipples.
A keening moan out of the man as his back arched and he felt hips squirming in their rocks up against him. The rustle of his hair rubbing over the blanket was deafening. The light jingle of his tag swaying against the metal hoop. He rocked his hips quickly in that tight side to side when he gave another sharp tug on hard nipples tearing another moan out of his husband who squirmed beneath him. His chest pressing against his hands when he twisted side to side with a shudder running over the blonde.
God, he loves it. He may be the one on the leash, but he knew a choice in a split second could change everything about it. His control that he had now could be taken away so very quickly. And it had his dick twitching at the mere thought of it when he groaned into the kiss that was growing heated. Passionate. He pressed his lips harder to Hizashi's who moaned enthusiastically up at him with hips pressing tighter against his. Moving in that side to side tight rock as thighs pressed against his tightly with a squirm.
A playful tug on the leash had his collar digging lightly into his throat; again, giving the subtle suggestion of choking. It had him moaning ecstatically at his husband who gave another tug on the leash which he returned by tugging at his nipples. Twisting side to side to get them burning to which his husband moaned deafeningly at him when he sharply yanked at them. Pinching tight, tight, tight before sliding his fingers away when that moan trembled up in volume. Becoming louder rather quickly causing him to flinch.
He slipped his fingers beneath the metal balls of his piercings to lift them upwards with a tug that had his husband twisting beneath him with a huff fanning against his cheek when he let his piercings fall. It had the blonde whining beneath him encouragingly as lips pressed fiercely to his. Sliding quickly against his with that passion he returned without a drop of hesitation. Kissing his husband with that passion as the collar dug lightly into his throat with the consistent, taut pull on it that had heat flashing under his skin.
Sinking down to his bones. His dick twitching at the subtle reminder as he moved his lips against his husband's. Rocking his hips down in a fervent side to side rock that was returned to him as he pressed his aching crotch against the blonde's. Groaning at the man when he flicked his fingers over his nipples that felt so damn hard beneath his fingers. Like pebbles when he slid his hands to rub his palms over them. His own were hard but God if he didn't love teasing his husband's nipples until they felt painfully hard beneath his fingers.
He pinched gently at them then twisted side to side which had his husband squirming. Tugging at the leash to which he whimpered when his dick twitched again with that excitement bursting into his chest. Already he adores this collar. Adores his leash. It would definitely be a game changer should they use them during a scene. IT had him whimpering delightedly at the thought when he felt the hand on his ass squeezing at him before lifting away to claw at the comforter. What was he reaching for? What was he searching for?
He had not a clue, but he gave a playful grind against his husband who immediately jumped into that grind. Pressing up tightly against him as their rocking was traded out for tight circles ground against one another that had his dick giving a volley of twitches. Had heat gripping at his bones with another stunning flash beneath it leaving him utterly breathless when his husband gave a hard tug. One that nearly had his lips lifting from his only for him to be given a slackening hold that had him whining.
God, he loves it! He ground himself down against his husband in tight circles that were returned to him without a drop of hesitation it seemed when he tugged at his husband's nipples. Crushing his lips to his fervently with that desire being aimed back at him was his favorite. He poured his own desire, his passion, into the kiss that had his husband groaning when he returned those emotions with lips sliding quickly against his. It was so loud in their room with the rustle of their shorts rubbing together.
The trembling breaths that were gradually but slowly racing faster. The smack of their moving lips. The moans, whines, and groans leaving the both of them. They were deafening over the drum of rain striking the ground outside. Splattering on the window now and again. It had him groaning when his husband thrusted up against him sending a bolt of heat up his back that fanned under his skin. It had him thrusting back against his husband who let out a keening moan of encouragement when that hand clawed over the blanket blindly.
The hand on his leash was slackening ever so slightly to which he whimpered in protest, but the blonde released his leash when he felt arms pressing against his sides as that hand on the bed came back. The crack of lube's cap had him twitching when his dick gave another volley of twitches when he felt a wet drop soak into his boxers. It had him moaning out when he felt hands coaxing his shorts and boxers over his ass. Working them down with fingertips brushing lightly over his skin sending shivers up his back.
Tingles that pooled into his stomach to feed into the maddening ache twisting there. He groaned at his husband who groaned back at him. A trembling, throaty sound that had him shuddering when he listened to the squelch of lube being spread over fingers. His dick twitched excitedly when he moved a hand from Hizashi's chest to grab at a cheek to pull himself apart with the light hit of the lube being tossed onto the bed. And then a hand was grabbing at his other cheek to spread him open wider much to his delight.
He couldn't help a shudder when his husband's fingers moved inwards where they pressed firmly against him with a slick rub. He ground himself down tightly against his husband when he plucked at his nipple with a sharp tug that had the blonde whining. He twisted side to side at that nipple as he ground himself against his husband who arched up to give him that shiver worthy pressure on his crotch as hips rolled up to grind against him. Fingers slipped slickly over him with firm rubs that had him whimpering at his husband.
inner walls spasmed in a blatant, mortifying twitch beneath his husband's rubbing fingers which curled in to rub firmly at him. It had his inner walls spasming again with a groan leaving the blonde who rubbed up and down, up and down, up and down at him with that pressure against him. As if both fingers were about to slip into him in one go. God, it had him moaning at the thought when he arched himself back slightly only to have the hand on his ass jerk him forward in a rub down against the blonde.
It had the both of the moaning in unison when the blonde changed his rubbing for those slow, firm circles against him. It was mortifying how it had his hole twitching again, but the blonde merely moaned at him when he whimpered. His leash trailed down his back with the gems rubbing lightly against his skin. Chilly. He fucking loves it. God, he hopes that the blonde will pull on it again; tug and choke him with it in that careful way he was. He shuddered at the thought with another whimper tearing itself out of him.
Shuddering at the slow circles his husband swirled against his hole. Firm. God, he loves those circles of his. It had his toes curling against the floor when the blonde kept a few, tight circles that had him whining out. He tugged at his husband's nipple earning him a whine back from his husband. He shuddered with a squirm when his husband ground up against him with tight circles that had heat sparking up his back when he got another fast, tight circle against his hole. Teasing him. He didn't want to be teased tonight.
Grinding back against his husband, he shuddered with a moan when the blonde whined. Fingers digging into his cheek as fingers rolled against him slickly when his inner walls spasmed before clenching tightly together. God, he loves it. There was something so goddamn electric about having his husband touch him. In having those fingers rolling against his hole making it twitch. Making his inner walls clamp down tightly to remind him of how empty he was when he whimpered at his husband pleadingly.
He knew he didn't need the preparation. He didn't need his husband's fingers to spread him out after the thorough job he'd done earlier. Wanting to be able to jump right into sex when they had the chance. But he couldn't deny there was some part of him that wanted his husband to fuck him with his fingers. Even if it was for a short bit or to find him stretched out already. He wanted the blonde's fingers inside of him. Any part of him inside of him. It had him moaning lowly in his throat at the thought when he squirmed.
His hips arching backwards in a lewdly, shameless display against those rubbing fingers with a spark of heat rushing up his back to fan under his skin. His leash slid slightly against his back when fingers rolled their hard, slow circles against his hole with that light bounce to them. A tease that had his back arching with a keening moan spilling out of him when his husband bounced his fingers against him again with hips grinding up against him. Tight circles that had his skin ripping with heat at the sparks racing to fan beneath it.
Feeding into the heat swelling under his skin. The pleasure pooling into his stomach with a pressure that had him moaning down at his husband when his dick gave a volley of twitches with drops of pre-come soaking into his boxers. Dripping, dripping, dripping. He shuddered when fingers rubbed in their firm circles against him only to bounce lightly when they slid up and down, up and down, up and down against him. Firm, light, firm, light, God, he wanted to shove those fingers into him himself but he didn't want to rush.
He didn't want to be impatient tonight. Not when it was the end of their challenge. The end of their paper that they would inevitably be burning tomorrow in their small fire pit and reduced to ashes. It was a melancholic thought that nearly brought him out of his arousal when he shoved those thoughts away. Trying his best to focus on the here and now rather than the melancholic, bittersweet notes of tonight. What this leash signified for tonight. He didn't want to think about it when he already felt so hot.
When his hole gave another mortifying twitch beneath his husband's fingers that bounced in that shallow touch and go. Firm, light, firm, light. It had him whimpering when eh ground himself tightly down against the blonde to give his aching crotch that pressure it needed when his husband tugged at the cheek he held. Spreading him wide, wide, wide when he felt fingers changing their position on him. Shuddering with a low groan when his husband began to roll the tips of hsi fingers along the rim of his hole.
A teasing touch that had his hips arching back again with a whimper at his husband when soft lips crushed themselves to his. A hard press with fast slides against his that screamed with that hunger to get his stomach dropping excitedly and his heart racing against his chest. A hunger that he felt rising up within himself when he moved his fingers to twist at his husband's nipple while the other dug into the cheek he held. He wanted to receive and give that pleasure. To feed into the sparking lust raking under his skin.
He moaned down at his husband when fingertips rolled over the rim of his hole teasingly. Tracing along it with a teasing manner to it before he felt one finger lift away while the remaining tip pushed at him. It had him whining when he slid his hips back in a rub against his husband to push against his finger eagerly. The blonde whined back when he tugged sharply at his nipple. Lips moving quickly, fiercely against his as he was kissed with such passion it left his stomach fluttering. It was a passion he answered in kind with his own.
Whining at the idle roll of the tip of that finger against him that left him breathless with anticipation as that finger pushed at him insistently. He arched his hips backwards to press against that finger eagerly with his pants trembling on an inhale only to fly out on a moan when there was a give. A slick slide of that finger sliding into him when he rubbed himself down against the blonde in a shameless display with another moan. The answering groan it got him had him shuddering when he felt that bulge beneath him twitching.
Hardening. When had his husband gotten so hard? When did he start getting hard? He knew they were speeding through the fingering but God when had he lack attention? It was fucking hot. The feeling of his husband growing hard beneath him. Fuck if that didn't have that blood gushing down when the blonde's finger bottomed out. The pad of his finger rolling in firm circles against his inner wall when he clenched tightly around it. Shuddering with a weak spark racing up his back when the blonde moaned at him.
Grinding up with a moan spilling out of himself at the volley of twitches his dick gave. Fuck him if that gush of blood didn't ache. If it didn't burn through his damn veins with an intensity that had him huffing breathlessly through his nose. His dick twitching frantically with that pooling of blood that had him hardening. Rolling his hips down desperately against his husband who moaned at him with that finger rubbing against his inner wall firmly when he clenched tightly around it only to have the blonde pull his finger back slightly.
A slick slide backwards before Hizashi was thrusting into him shallowly. A slick squelch ringing out that had his inner walls spasming before clamping down tightly around the blonde's finger that pulled back again before thrusting into him shallowly. Rubbing at his inner wall before pulling back once again before thrusting into him again. And again. Again, again, again at that shallow depth that had him moaning at his husband delightedly. Squirming when he rolled his hips down to grind fiercely against him.
Clenching tightly against his thrusting finger with a moan bursting out of him was echoed in a trembling moan from his husband. He squirmed giddily as his husband's finger thrusted into him shallowly with the pad of it rubbing against his inner wall. Curling inwards to rub good against it when he clenched tightly around it with a keening moan when the hand holding his cheek let go. Sliding up to grab at his leash to give a taut pull had him moaning at his husband with a trembling, deafening burst of volume.
Ripping out of him with a volume that trembled upwards when his husband groaned with a sharp tug on the leash. It had him rolling his hips down in tight circles against his husband who ground up against him with similar circles. Grinding against him fervently as that finger thrusted into him shallowly. God, if he wasn't glad that he got himself ready after dinner when he had a moment alone. That he'd had the foresight to get himself ready when the blonde hadn't so much as told him they'd be having sex tonight.
He moaned as that finger curled inwards when he squirmed with his heart jumping in his throat wildly when his husband kept that even, quick pace. It had him squirming, twisting, with delight when that second finger came back. The slick tip of it rubbing against the skin closest to his hole had him moaning encouragingly with his hips angling back to twitch back to meet a slick thrust of that finger. The blonde squirmed again him when he groaned as the tip of htat finger continue to rub against the skin closest to that thrusting one.
Sliding closer, closer, closer to his hole where that finger thrusted shallowly into him when he broke away from that passionate, hungry kiss with a gasp. Hizashi then leaned in with a shaking gasp of his own only to lap his tongue across his lips. Undulating his tongue to flick his piercing at his lips teasingly when it rubbed over his bottom and top lip. It had him moaning as he opened his mouth then flew down to crush his lips to Hizashi's when he moved his tongue to meet the blonde's halfway.
A click of that piercing hitting off of his teeth rang out as he pressed his lips firmly to those soft warm ones. He twisted his tongue with Hizashi's when he used the tip of his tongue to prod at his piercing with a playful flick before swirling his tongue around it. And then fingers were yanking at his leash rather harshly. It had his collar biting into his throat when he whined shrilly with that delight. His husband groaned at the clench of his inner walls clamping down tightly around his thrusting finger fervently.
He shuddered when he jerked his hips backwards giddily to meet the shallow thrusts of his finger into him with that light squelching ringing out when his husband's finger paused. Rolling firm circles into his inner wall to get him moaning lowly in his throat when that rubbing middle finger slid closer to rub over the rim of his hole. It had his inner walls spasming in a clench around that still finger rolling circles into him. Curling in just enough to give him that pressure to get him moaning lowly in his throat in response.
Sending sparks of pleasure racing up his back with each firm rub given when the tip of Hizashi's second finger rubbed against the rim of his hole before pressing tightly to his index. Pushing at the rim of his hole as he slid his tongue against Hizashi's with the click of his piercing hitting off of teeth again. The blonde's tongue rubbing against his when he targeted that piercing giddily with a flick against it again. Toying with it was his favorite thing since the blonde got his tongue done with his mothers paying for it.
It was a gift that would always keep on giving. Nudging at the smooth metal ball, he then swirled the tip of his tongue around it playfully. Nudging at it with racing, shallow pants fanning over his hot cheek only to tremble with that anticipation. The excitement twisting sharply into him causing his stomach to drop when that finger nudged, nudged, nudged at him. Groaning when his hardening erection filled out when there was another sharp tug on the leash sending heat ripping into his skin as he squirmed.
He rolled his hips down tightly against Hizashi giddily who ground up against him in response with tight circles that had his toes curling against the floor. Did Hizashi really like the collar and leash more than he was letting on? Was there something more to it that turned him on? Or was it simply the sight of him in a collar that turned his husband on? The reference to the Daddy kink? He had not a clue but God if he didn't want to find out. If he didn't want to hear every little thing his husband had to say about it.
It sent shivers up his back to rub himself shamelessly against his husband who moaned up at him in that throaty, snapping pitch of his. That finger pushed, pushed, pushed at him before there was a give. And he couldn't help a moan when that finger slid into him alongside the first. The rim of hsi hole spreading around both fingers with that light burn he was all too accustomed too. One that felt fucking good. It left him feeling like he was stuffed full when in reality it was only two slender fingers of his husband's fingers.
Moaning throatily at the blonde at that stretch of both fingers inside of him, he rubbed himself down against the blonde. Moving in that tight back and forth slide of his hips that had his husband moaning at him enthusiastically. A keening pitch that trembled upwards in volume before it was cut off with that middle finger sinking into him. The pads of fingers rolling circles into his inner walls tightly when he clenched tightly around them. Inner walls trembling when fingers then spread out to push at him.
Spreading him open wide, wide, wide with that light burn of his hole to get him moaning. Fingers then came together before stretching out with a groan leaving his husband. He liked to say that the preparation was unnecessary. That he didn't need it after getting himself ready but the feel of those fingers spreading again. And again. Again, again, again did they spread out sharply to push at his inner walls before coming together to thrust into him was amazing. A sharp, shallow thrust that was punctuated by a squelch.
Had his lashes trembling on his cheeks with a keening moan leaving him as he rubbed his tongue to Hizashi's. Flicking, rubbing, massaging, and swirling. Lips pressed fervently to his as the light, rhythmic click of that piercing hitting off of teeth from overeager movements rang out. His own tongue scraping against the edge of teeth from his own overeager movements as he panted through his nose. He needed, needed, needed this man so badly. It was an ache that never stopped. Was fed each time he got to have sex with Hizashi.
When he had those hands touching him just like this. When he got to kiss him with such hungry passion it left him smoldering just to recall later. Or when he was twisted so close to him that he couldn't tell who was harder, him or Hizashi. Or when the blonde looked at him with such desire the way he did. He moaned when fingers began to thrust into him shallowly with that maddening rhythm of his being used. Thrusting, thrusting, thrusting into him then spreading outwards. Spreading, spreading, spreading.
A groan leaving the blonde at how "loose" he'd gotten himself from earlier when he had been determined to make sure he was properly clean. Cleaned out. Properly stretched. He groaned back when he rubbed himself against his husband again as fingers thrusted into him sharply. Shallowly. It had him moaning at his husband who moaned back ecstatically with slick squelches ringing out when he felt another sharp tug of the leash. It had his collar digging into his Adam's Apple just enough to give him the sensation of choking.
And it had him squirming with hips jerking back with a gasp through his nose when he met those sharp thrusts of his husband's fingers. Slick squelches ringing out when fingers spread, spread, spread. God, he'd let this man finger him all night. Rut against his thigh. Dry hump silly. Whatever he wanted so long as he kept that tight, taut pull on the leash that gave the sensation of choking him. Something he's wanted so badly from his husband for a year now. A taste of it. What he'd give to have his husband's hand on his throat.
Have him squeeze his throat until his air cut off in the throes of an orgasm. To choke him silly while he was pounding him into the bed. His back arched with the pleasure ripping up it when Hizashi began to give long, slick thrusts of his fingers that were broken up by spreading fingers. It had him moaning with his lashes fluttering on his cheeks with his eyes threatening to roll back. His toes curling as his legs trembled when fingers slipped into him slickly with those deep thrusts. God, it had him burning up, up, up.
He couldn't breathe properly without fanning the heat under his skin as fingers thrusted sharply into him. He wanted to insist he didn't need this but God if clenching around those slender fingers didn't feel good. If their slight curl inwards against his inner walls didn't have his hips leaning back to meet those long thrusts they gave. If it didn't have his face burning as he swirled and flicked his tongue against Hizashi's eagerly. Huffing through his nose with lips crushed to his with enough force to get them aching.
Rubbing himself shamelessly against his husband who ground up had sparks racing up his back when fingers spread out. Again, again, again. Spreading, spreading, spreading at trembling muscles he'd gotten ready earlier. A stretch that had him moaning into the kiss ecstatically with Hizashi groaning back at him as his tongue massaged itself to his. Fast, shallow pants racing over his cheek when he flicked his tongue at his piercing giddily. Twisting, squirming, rutting together desperately with that desire.
Burning, burning, burning. He'd been as thorough as possible earlier when getting himself ready, but it was fucking amazing feeling his husband stretching him out. To have those slender fingers inside of him as he clenched tightly around them only to have them push out against him. Stretching him wide, wide, wide. He flicked his tongue against Hizashi's, earning himself a flick back, when he pulled back from the kiss with a gasp. A strange of saliva connecting their tongues together when he leaned down to kiss his jaw breaking it off.
Kissing down to his throat which had his husband's head tipping back to offer it up with the smack of his lips on his skin ringing out. Making his way down to his collar bones where he fluttered his lips over the spelling of his name on it before moving down. Kissing at a hardened nipple before opening his mouth to lap his tongue over it. And it had his husband moaning with his chest arching up to press against his mouth when he felt a tug on his leash causing his collar to dig into his throat tearing a choked whimper out of him.
Fuck him, it was the greatest gift he could have been given. He fucking loves it. He lapped his tongue over his husband's nipple again loving the squirm it got him. The stutter in thrusting fingers when they spread again, again, again. Pushing at stretched muscles before fingers slipped out of him with his husband sitting up causing him to jump at the sudden shift. The hand holding his leash let go with hands sliding down to grab at his shorts and boxers then tugging them down towards his thighs.
Huffing pants fanning over his chest with soft lips pecking at it with hands sliding down his thighs coaxing his clothing down to his knees where they dropped. His erection flew up to rest against his happy trail when his hands reached down to bunch up the blonde's loose fitting tank top up where he coaxed it upwards forcing hands and arms to raise. Cautious around his ears, to make sure he didn't snag his hearing aids or rip them out in his eagerness. His husband told him in the past it was painful when that happened.
Bunching the fabric up, he tossed the pink fabric off when hands slid along his waist. Lips pressing to his stomach when he shuddered at the light drag of nails on his skin. He needed him. Needed Hizashi bad, bad, bad as he felt a wet drop hit his stomach with a whimper leaving him when Hizashi coaxed him to step back when he stood. He reached down towards those red shorts of his husband's to coax them down from his hips. His gaze falling down with that all too familiar watering of his mouth at the sight of it.
Watering when the blonde's erection sprung up in that comedic manner to rest against his happy trail. And then the blonde was standing up when he worked his shorts to his thighs to which they fell down his thighs. Lips came down on his sharply giving him jolts of heat with each hard peck he returned giddily as his leash swayed against his back. Needing, needing, needing. Wanting, wanting, wanting. He'd been thinking about it all damn day. He'd been thinking of that box with his present, about their last choice,
And he felt hungry.
Needing the blonde so badly it was nearly painful the longer he went with hands sliding over his feverish skin. Lips melting against his in a fervent slide when he was spun on his feet with the backs of his thighs hitting the bed. Up. It was a silent demand but one he understood perfectly as the kiss broke off with a smack to which he whimpered. Chasing after those soft, warm lips earning himself one, two, three more pecks before he sat to take his prosthetic off. It wasn't needed when it came to being in bed.
He got his leg free and tossed it to the floor with thud when he twisted to climb up onto the bed with his husband leaning forward to grab at the condom resting on the blanket. The golden wrapper winked up at him when he sat back on his heel watching the blonde rip the wrapper open. Spitting that thin strip out to the blanket. Reaching in for the slippery ring when the blonde rolled it on. Forsaking the thin layer over his piercings much to his surprise. Was Hizashi in the same boat? Reaching that point of impatience?
Did he need him just as badly? The blonde had obviously looked at the leash and collar before giving it to him so was he just as riled up? Just as desperate to have him? It sent a shiver down his back at the thought when the blonde was rolling the condom onto himself with fingers trembling lightly. Hizashi was utterly beautiful. That blush smothered itself over his husband's cheeks was a deep red that obliterated the sight of his freckles. That deep blush spread down to color his collar bones a soft red.
His chest fluttered with his racing pants with hardened nipples perking up. His lips held a trace of a swell from their fervent, crushing kisses. Blonde lashes trembled in that half raise position giving him that sleepy, bedroom look that always set his blood aflame. Blonde brows pinched together slightly pupils blown wide rendered green irises to rings of color. A hungry lust, a desire, to that gaze had him squirming with a whimper as his leash swayed slightly against his back with his undeniable squirming.
Hizashi reached for the lube to squirt a palmful into his hand before grabbing at himself. Lube dripped off his fingers as they slipped slickly over his condomed erection. A slick squelch ringing out when the blonde's knees pressed to the bed. Lube dripping onto the blanket with that burning gaze resting on him. Staring at him with such intensity when he leaned forward onto his hands with his heart pounding against his chest. He loves this man. Loves, loves, loves him. The blonde always gave him exactly what he wanted when it came to sex.
As if he knew exactly what he needed when he needed it. And he couldn't get enough. He whimpered at the blonde when that slick hand pressed to the bed as he balanced onto his left hand to curve his right back to grab at a cheek. Watching his husband crawl up onto the bed causing it to wobble and bounce with the new weight when his husband crawled up behind him. Thighs pressing to the backs of his with a hand sliding over his left cheek in a rub that had him shivering when he bit at his lip.
Muffling another whimper making its way out of him. He arched his hips back with the blonde's gaze flaming at him with the action when the hand on his left cheek tugged him apart. The other holding himself no doubt when he shuddered at that slick rub the blonde's condomed erection rubbing over him in a slick rub. Hard. God, he was fucking harder than anything, wasn't he? Hizashi was more excited, more turned on, than he had made it seem when walking him to the bedroom. As if he'd been thinking about it for hours.
It had his skin ripping with a burst of heat that had his blood boiling through his veins with the slick rubs of his husband's erection against him. He couldn't get enough of Hizashi. Not now, not ever. There would never be enough time for him to get his fill of the man. Seventeen years together and he still wanted him as fervently and badly as he had when they first had sex together. From the moment his husband showed him the difference between sweet, tender lovemaking and a brutal, round fucking that pounded him into the bed.
He whined shrilly when his husband ground himself playfully against him to which his inner walls spasmed together. A blatant twitch of his hole beneath that grinding erection had his husband groaning at him when hips pulled back. The head pressed against him where it nudged, nudged, nudged playfully at him. Ragged pants catching in his throat with his husband's racing quickly behind him when he arched his hips backwards to press against the nudging head. Shuddering when he felt that push forward from his husband.
Whining when he felt lips pressing against his back. Soft pecks over his feverish skin when that give came rather quickly. A slick slide forward that had him gasping in when a groan flew out of his husband. Snapping. Guttural. His own breath flew out on a moan when the blonde slid forward slickly into him when he moved his hips backwards. Slipping back slickly with the rub of those piercings over the rim of his hole had him moaning at the blonde. He knew it was merely a placebo effect that told him he felt it.
All because he had memorized where those piercings were but it didn't make it any less fucking hot. He twitched when a slick hand grabbed at his hip. Coaxing him back quickly where he hit against the blonde's pelvis with a light slap of their skin meeting. It had his husband moaning at him when he clenched tightly around his twitching erection that stretched out within him so fucking good. He moaned lowly in his throat when he began to grind back idly against his husband's pelvis in tight circles.
It had the blonde's hips jumping to follow along with his grinding. Hands slid along his hips when he let go of his cheek with a whine when the blonde whimpered shrilly at him on a cracking tremor. He shuddered when he felt the leash being grabbed at with a sharp tug that had him whining again when the blonde gave another tug at his leash. A strong pull that had his collar digging into his throat with the threat of choking him. A pull that had him pushing off of the bed to heave himself up onto his knees.
And he ground himself against the blonde's pelvis. His back meeting his chest with pricks of sweat breaking out over his skin when the blonde groaned at him encouragingly. Enthusiastically when he clenched tightly around that twitching erection within him as that leash kept up its tight pull much to his delight. God, he loves it. Loves, loves, loves this new collar of as the tag jingled lightly in its place against his throat. Daddy's good boy, huh? If that's what Hizashi wanted him to be then he'd be it.
He would happily play that role tonight. He ground himself against the blonde who moved with him. Light squelches ringing out when he gave another squeeze around the blonde. God, he felt hard. Thick. Stretching his inner walls out with the demand for space to be made within him. To accommodate him. It had him moaning at the light tug of the leash had his own erection twitching against his stomach as drops of pre-come smeared onto his happy trail. Throbbing lightly with the heat rushing through him.
Boiling his blood through his damn veins as he huffed desperately when a hand slid along his side while the other kept a tight pull on that leash. He was in fucking heaven. Having his husband inside of him, filling him up, with that light squelching ringing out as lazy puffs of chilled air came through the window. The patter of rain. The huffing, ragged pants being taken. The light squelches of the lube and condom rubbing together with their frantic grinding. The feel of his husband's soft skin against his.
The blonde locks tickled at him when they swung forward. The dig of that collar into his throat that promised to cut off his air if it was pulled any tighter. It was out of the best of best wet dreams. He swore it. A whimper left him when his husband tugged at his leash again prompting him to tilt his head back and to the side. Tipping his face up with lips crushing down onto his again in fervent, passionate slides he returned without a second thought. Grinding, grinding, grinding. God, he was so fucking hard.
He wanted to be thrown down onto his stomach and have Hizashi cut his air off with the collar. To fuck him into the bed until he couldn't breathe properly and was left a shaking mess in the aftermath. He wanted this man to ruin him tonight. He wanted those slender hands on his throat. Grinding against his husband tightly, he reached up to grab onto his forearm as that hand slid up to squeeze at his chest tearing a whine out of him. Fingers digging into his chest shifted with a thumb flicking over his hard nipple.
It created a wave of tingles that pooled into his stomach to feed into the mounting pressure there. He whimpered at that throbbing of his erection when his husband gave another playful tug on the leash that was no doubt wrapped around his hand. The idle back and forth flick of his thumb over his nipple. Lips crushing themselves in hard slides that had him moaning out with his husband groaning back at him. He'd never been more euphoric. More turned on in his fucking life. He was burning, burning, burning.
He gave another tight grind back before swinging his hips forward then back in a shallow, snapping thrust. Hitting against his husband's pelvis had the man moaning into the kisses as he pressed his lips harder to those soft, warm ones. Lips he could kiss for fucking hours. He swung his hips forward again before snapping back at that shallow depth with a slick squelch ringing out. He shuddered at the pleasure pooling into his stomach when he snapped his hips forward then back. A sharp hi backwards.
The light slap of his skin meeting Hizashi's was deafening when he swung his hips back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. Rocking on his knees to aid in his movements. It had him moaning out into the kiss only to get an answering moan from his husband who held onto him as he snapped his hips in that shallow thrust backwards. Squeezing around that twitching, throbbing erection tightly to get that drool worth rubbing against his inner walls. The faint drags of the piercings rubbing against him through the condom.
The light scratch of the condom against his inner walls that had his lashes fluttering on his cheeks with a keening moan snapping out of him. God, he was glad he let himself get carried away earlier when he'd been getting himself ready. So glad. But he had plans for those long fingers of his husband's after this; he wanted the man to fuck him with his fingers, his mouth, and with his cock all nigh fucking long. He wants that hand yanking at his leash until there was bruises left along his throat from the digging bite of the collar against his throat.
Moaning deafeningly at the thought as he kept up his shallow thrusts backwards had his husband panting raggedly through his nose with heat spreading over his uncomfortably hot cheek. Holding onto him like he was an anchor. Something precious he had to hold close when he felt another tug on his leash tearing a whimper out of him. God, the ideas they could come up with now that they had a collar and leash. They could probably connect it to his main collar in the front of what they wanted. They could improve anything together.
That much has been proven in the past, now hasn't it? It had him groaning at the thought as he happily threw himself into continuing with his shallow thrusts back. His erection throbbing against his stomach with the howling insistence of having something, anything, to give it the stimulation it needed. Wanted. But no. Not yet. He didn't want to touch himself yet. He whined at the thought, but he got a growl from his husband with lips breaking away from his with gasps being taken only to have the hand on his chest sliding up.
To coax his hair away from the side of his neck. And lips trailed over his shoulder, around that collar, with nips to the back of his shoulder that had tingles racing under his skin. He whined as he curled an arm up to twist into blonde locks as he snapped his hips back again, again, again. Giddy with his thrusts backward with a keening moan flying out of him ringing with that delight when he clenched tightly. His husband felt so fucking good inside of him. It was enough to make a man drool over it. Years upon years should leave him used to it.
That it shouldn't feel so good each time, but it did. God, it felt so fucking good inside of him with that familiar stretch pushing at his inner walls as he snapped his hips back. Fuck him, the nip of those teeth at his shoulder had him whimpering shrilly at his husband who moaned into his shoulder when he clenched instinctively around him. All night. He could stay in this position with that consistent tug on his leash and collar all night. Fuck Hizashi until his thighs and hips ached. Until his dick begged him for no more orgasms.
And he knew he could get away with it with their summer break starting tomorrow. He could fuck this man until he was limping. As many times as he wants without worry of being dragged into an office only to be chewed out. The thought had his hips working faster. Speeding up slightly in their snapping speed which had his husband moaning into the side of his neck with blonde locks tickling his skin. Then fingers came together to pinch sharply at his nipple tearing a whimper out of him when fingers tugged at it.
Twisting side to side to give him that friction burn much to his delight. Huffing in his ragged, rasping pants had his chest heaving much like the one behind him. And then he felt hips twitching forward shallowly to meet his snap back. It had him whimpering encouragingly at his husband as he snapped his hips back and forth, back and forth giddily with that drool worthy rub against his inner walls. Fuck, it was perfect. Everything about this was fucking perfect. He whimpered again when he felt giving a clumsy thrust.
Hesitant as he snapped his hips quickly. Encouraging his husband to move with him as a moan slipped out of the blonde in response with fingers twisting at his nipple again. Giving that burning friction that had his dripping erection throbbing against his stomach. Moaning pleadingly when he began to lengthen his swings forward. Inching himself past that shallow depth before flying backwards to hit against his pelvis. Faster. Harder. It was an urgent speed and strength in his hit backwards that had his husband groaning lowly in his throat.
A trembling, snapping sound that had his heart pounding wildly against his chest when he got another tug on his leash that had his head tipping back with that sensation of choking hit him once again. It had him moaning when his head came back to rest on his husband's shoulder with blonde locks tickling his skin when he felt hips jumping. Snapping forward to hit sharply against him when they met his thrust backwards. He couldn't help an encouraging, enthusiastic mewl of sound when he yanked his hips forward.
Rocking himself forward at that new depth then snapping back with hips snapping forward to meet his thrust. A slap of their skin meeting rang out in a shot of sound into the quiet of their bedroom, which robbed him of breath. Joining the cacophony of sound around them. The light slap of their skin meeting again, again, again. The jingle of his tag bouncing and swaying against his throat with his quick movements. Their ragged, rasping pants being taken desperately for air that only fanned the heat under skin.
The moans and groans that filled the gaps that the pouring rain outside couldn't hope to fill as it struck the window. It was by far the best fucking thing tonight. He snapped his hips back and forth, back and forth, back and forth with his husband jumping to meet his backwards swings with that slap of skin meeting. Growing crisper with the sheen of sweat forming on their skin. He could fuck his husband for hours and he would still want more. He could fuck him for hours and still feel hungry to touch him anyway he could.
Have his hands, his mouth, his dick inside of him some way. To love this man the way he deserves to be loved. He wants to love Hizashi all night long whether that was fucking himself on his erection all night long or pampering him in the shower when they were done. He wants to touch, to caress, to hold and cherish him anyway he can. If he was going to give him his wish, his fantasy, and choke him subtly with the collar and leash then goddammit he'd be more than willing to give this man exactly what he wants.
It had him moaning at the thought as he snapped his hips back and forth giddily with a huff when his husband met his backwards hits to his pelvis. Squeezing tightly around that erection had his husband moaning into his shoulder encouragingly with hands tightening on his chest. His leash. Tugging at his collar slightly causing it to press against his throat with that subtle sensation of choking had him crying out before he choked it down when his husband flinched. Fuck. He had to keep himself quiet.
Especially he was going to be so close to the blonde's ear. After all, the last thing he wanted was to hurt him with that feedback his hearing aids would give him. Hips snapped forward against him nudging his hips forward lightly much to his delight as he snapped his back. Hitting against his husband's pelvis again, again, again as the blonde moaned into his neck with that arm tightening around him when he released his hold on his nipple. Flicking his fingers over it carelessly to get him whimpering as lips trailed over the side of his neck.
Moving back down to his shoulder with teeth scraping over it teasingly. He wanted hickeys. He wanted bruises. He wants to be covered in them more than anything. He shuddered when teeth dug in teasingly before his husband's mouth was closing to place a playful kiss to it. Hips snapped forward quickly to hit against him each time he came flying back much to his delight. God, he loves it when the blonde moved with him. When he could set the pace and the blonde would then jump in to join him when he saw his chance.
He could feel his husband pulling back to match his swing forward before they flew to meet with each thrust. It had him moaning delightedly as he pressed his head back to his husband's shoulder with a teasing tug on the leash being given. Loving the moan that muffled itself into his shoulder with the slap of their skin meeting ringing out sharply. His pants caught in his throat when he clung to his husband's forearm, raking his nails over it when he felt tendons shifting underneath it. Holding him close to the blonde's chest.
His erection throbbed against his stomach with that heat burning him up. He was so hot, so hot, so hot. Not even the cool air puffing lazily into the room could provide an accurate relief. He could feel sweat pricking along his body, his forehead, as his hair bounced lightly around his shoulders. Brushing against his uncomfortably hot cheeks. He couldn't get enough of that light tug on the leash that allowed his collar to bite into his throat. It had him moaning at his husband who was moaning into his shoulder in response with teeth nipping playfully at him.
Fingers plucking at his nipple with his thumb flicking over it intermittently. It had him burning up at the tingles it sent pooling down into his stomach. His husband was eating him alive, and he didn't have a clue. He whimpered shrilly when he felt the leash being tugged sharply forcing his head back to keep from choking with that dig into his Adam's Apple. It had him breathless as he squired against Hizashi with his hips stuttering before slamming back harder. Snapping himself back and forth in a frenzy of thrusts that had his husband groaning.
And then teeth were sinking into his shoulder. He turned his head to the side with a cry ripping out of him when he jolted at that burning, throbbing pain spreading over the skin. Writhing when his husband dug his teeth in fervently with hard sucks being given when he lengthened his swing forward. Slamming back against the blonde with a deafening slap of their skin had him swinging forward at that new depth when he whined. Swearing he could feel that beloved piercing popping out to rub over the rim of his hole.
A placebo effect he knew it to be but he swore he felt it when the blonde slipping back in when he slammed himself back. A frenzied series of thrusts that his husband copied with sharp thrusts forward that had his lower half swaying forward slightly. It had him writhing in his husband's arms as the blonde tugged at his leash. Something that was going to quickly become a beloved item in their bedroom. He can just see it now; see himself pleading for his husband to use it. To hold on tightly like he was now while he fucked him.
It was a rush through his system that had him gasping delightedly at the thought. All night he wanted his husband to yank on his leash, his hair, until his scalp was screaming. Until his throat ached. He groaned at the thought as he slammed himself back to the blonde's pelvis with that deafening slap of skin hitting together. Frantic. Frenzied. Both moving fast, fast, fast to follow along with the other when the hand on his chest slid down to grab at his hip. Jerking him back harder with that deafening slap of their skin ringing out.
And his husband began to pull him back when he swung himself forward. Hard. Thrusts that had his lashes fluttering with his eyes once again threatening to roll back on him when he moaned at his husband. Squirming in between his backwards slams as he began to move in accordance to that yanking hand. Moans vibrating over his skin as his husband suckled at his skin with nails biting into his hip. Slamming himself back harder, harder, harder against his husband's pelvis with the blonde slamming forward harder against him.
It caused him to wobble slightly on his knees with a keening moan tearing out of him. The burn of those nails digging into his hip and the pain throbbing over his shoulder from teeth digging in to their spot had him hot. So unbelievably hot to feel the blonde's mouth pulling at him with a suction that would leave a decent hickey. It had him moaning giddily as he swung his hips quickly to match the pace the blonde was adopting much to his delight. Following along with whether intentionally or subconsciously.
It had him moaning out delightedly when there was a yank on the leash that had him gasping only to shout. Carefully turning his head to aim his face away from his husband's ear. Doing his best to keep from overwhelming it with a feedback as he snapped his hips back harder. Squirming as his husband sucked at his spot before lifting his mouth up with his tongue lapping over the spot and then he was moving up. Teeth digging into the juncture where his neck gave way to his shoulder tearing another cry out of him.
And fuck, he couldn't stop himself as he rocked on his knees desperately with his hips swinging in a frenzy. Frantic thrusts back against his husband's pelvis that had hips jumping to match his frenzied, frantic thrusts back. Clawing at that forearm with heaving gasps being taken by the both of them with pants fanning over his skin as his husband suckled at his spot. Hips slammed against him hard to rock him forward slightly on his knees as he clung to the blonde desperately. Holding onto him anyway that he can.
Huffing pants being taken by the both of them. God, he loves his husband. Loves him to fucking bits. Slamming his hips back against his pelvis, he huffed frantically in his pants as the blonde began to slam against him faster. Harder. Lengthening his pull back allowing one, two, three piercings to slip out of him only to rub over the rim of his hole on that thrust forward to get him moaning. A low, trembling moan in his throat that had his husband groaning when he clenched tightly around him. Fuck, he was so hot.
So hot, so hot, so hot. He was going to burn away into a pile of ashes any moment now if he wasn't careful. He clawed at his husband's forearm again tearing a moan out of the man when he reinforced his clench around him. Moaning at the thickness of his erection; at how hard his husband was over a collar and leash. How hard he was over it. His erection throbbed frantically against his stomach where he dripped shamelessly. Whimpering when he glanced down to see his erection jerking away from his stomach briefly in a twitch.
Awed at the translucent strands connecting the head to his stomach before it tapped against it again. Ohhhh, it lit him ablaze like nothing fucking else. His whimpering choked off when his husband gave a hard yank on the leash that had the collar pressing fiercely into his throat. And it was fucking perfect. It had his heart hammering against his chest frantically and throbbing quietly in his ears. He slammed himself back against his husband. Huffing, panting, gasping. He was heaving for air that didn't feed that heat.
Hizashi's mouth lifted from its spot at that juncture when a tongue lapped over it. His husband raised his head up instead to bite sharply at the shell of his ear sending a shiver down his back at the pain left behind. Rasping pants fanning over his ear left it hotter than anything as he shuddered with hips slamming back again, again, again. Giddy when that tug on his leash was repeated tearing a choked moan out of him as his lashes fluttered to his cheeks. His eyes rolling back on him at the pleasure coursing through his fucking veins.
Scalding him through to his core all due to that tug that allowed his collar to dig into his throat. Oh, fuck him, how long was he expected to last if he kept going so hard? If he kept yanking at the leash that had him hotter than anything? He moaned at the thought as his lower half swung forward with a hard thrust from his husband with that taut pull on his collar kept his head back. And then his husband was leaning forward slamming them both to the bed knocking the air out of him. Pinning him down to the bed.
The hand on his right hip coaxed his lower half up to curve against him. And he was gasping as his husband resumed that slamming speed with that silent intent to knock every damn wisp of air out of him. His hand flew from his forearm to grab the blanket instinctively he huffed with his lashes fluttering on his uncomfortably hot cheeks. A few beads of sweat dripped down his forehead much to his surprise; along the side of his nose to the tip of it where it dripped of. When had he begun sweating so profusely?
He had not a clue, but the sharp clap of their skin meeting had him burning hotter. The rasping pants being taken by the both of them that huffed out sharply. The slick squelching of the condom and lube rubbing together. The drum of rain outside struck in splattering waves occasionally. The moans and groans, whines and whimpers being made. The low grunts leaving his husband with low curses leaving the man in English when he clenched tightly around him. The jingling of his tag against his throat with the change in angle.
He moaned out desperately at his husband when he felt that faint fluttering in his lower stomach. He was so hot, so hot, so hot. He felt insatiable. They weren't even done with this first round and he already wants more from his husband. It had him whimpering when his husband pounded into him with that long pull back that allowed his piercing to slip out of him. Pounding back into him, he clenched around that twitching erection earning himself a throaty, snapping moan in his ear. Fuck, it sent shivers down his back.
The teeth bit sharply at the shell of it before leaning down to nibble on his earlobe playfully. God, he could fucking burn alive right now the happiest man ever. He was sizzling in his own skin as he moaned wildly at his husband with that needy pitch making itself all too known. Hips were pounding at him causing him to slide lightly over the blanket as he jerked his hips to meet his husband's pounding thrusts. Moaning in unison with the blonde moaned out enthusiastically at him in that keening pitch of his.
"Yo-You're so fucking perfect, baby! So fu-ffffucking perfect! God, I love you so much! So, fucking much! I co-could fuck you just like this for hours! Gi-Give this tight, hungry hole of yours ex-exactly what it wants! I'll fuck you all night! Mmmm! Nnnghnn, God, baby, yes! Fucking yes! Cho-Choke my cock just like that! Ah! Nnn! Yo-You wanna ride me, baby? You wa-wanna bounce on my cock while I hold your le-leash? You li-like your new present from Daddy?"
"Yesss! Go-God, fuck, yes! I lo-love it, Zashi! Lo-Love all my gifts fr-from Daddy! Ah! Oh, ohhh! Please! Please, I wa-wanna ride you! Wa-Wanna fuck myslf on your cock! Want to-to love you! I wa-want to show you ho-how much I love my new collar! Ah! Hnnn! Please! I want you to fu-fuck me all night! Fuck me 'til I'm sore! Ma-Make me limp! I ne-need you so bad, Zashi, so fucking bad! Ah! Ohhhh, fuck! Fuck! I wa-want you so bad! Need it so bad all the time! Ah! I love you! Love you, love you, love you, Za-Zashi!"
The low moan in his ear had him shuddering with his back arching slightly, which only had his husband leaning down to pin him to the bed, much to his delight. He moaned at the blonde in response when hips pounded against him hard, hard, hard. Fast, fast, fast. He dug his knee into the bed to match his husband's pace desperately. "I'll le-let you fuck me, if that's wha-what you want! I ne-need you so bad too, ba-baby, you got no clue! Yo-You gonna cum for me? You gonna cum for Daddy, ba-baby boy?"
"Yes! Yes, yes, yessss! Wa-Wanna cum with you! Please! I wan- Nnnnghnn! Ah! Ohhh, shit! Ah, ah! Fi-Find it! Please fi-find it, Zashi? I nee- Right there! Ohhh, God, there!" Sparks ripped up his back when his husband adjusted the position of his hips before pounding into him where they managed to hit his prostate. It had him moaning enthusiastically at the blonde who moaned lowly in his ear. "Go-God, fuck, yes! Ohhhh! Haah! Fu-Fuck me harder! Fa-Faster! Like that! Fuck me so goooood, Daddy! Cu-Cum with me? Please?"
His husband moaned in that same low, husky pitch in his ear to get his back arching slightly as he jerked his hips back to meet his husband's pounding thrusts giddily. His head was spinning weightlessly with the scent of the rain outside and the fain citrusy, sandalwood combination rolling off of his husband. He huffed it down into his lungs gratefully with saliva pooling in the bottom of his mouth threatening to spill over if he didn't shut his mouth. He forced his jaw to move to close his mouth and swallow when it was dropping open again.
Huffing desperately, he squirmed only to have his husband reinforce that pinned pressure keeping him down to the bed. Weighing him down much to his delight. It felt like the blonde was indeed trying to slam every last breath out of him. Every coherent thought right out of him. It had him squirming, twisting, writhing beneath his husband as he jerked his hips back to slam against his pelvis giddily with hat slick squelching ringing out. Clenching tightly around that twitching, throbbing erection happily.
It tore a shout out of his husband when he threw his head back. Releasing his nibble on his earlobe as blonde locks slithered over his shoulder to pool onto the bed where they glowed against the dark color of the comforter. His husband's panting fanned over the top of his head slightly with rustles of his hair coming from those breaths. Hot, hot, hot. He slammed himself desperately back against his husband's pelvis when he felt a sharp, tight yank on his leash causing his collar to dig into his throat.
Damn near choking him with it and God if that didn't have his lashes fluttering as his eyes rolled back again. His erection throbbing against his stomach as wave after wave of heat ripped up his back. Eating him alive with each gasping pant being taken fanning the heat twisting under his skin. Fuck, the way he'd do anything for this man if it meant that he got to have this pleasure. This heat that never felt better than it did right now. Boiling his blood through his veins, he panted desperately with his hips jerking backwards.
Meeting the pounding thrusts of his husband's with that slick squelching ringing out. It had him moaning delightedly at his husband who moaned in that snapping pitch. Another sharp yank on the leash being given as he slammed himself back again, again, again. Squeezing tightly around the blonde's throbbing erection that hit at his prostate with each slam in. It had him jolting, jerking, beneath the blonde with each thrust in that hit at it. It had his lashes fluttering viciously on his cheeks with each wave of heat snapping up on his back.
He'd never get enough. He'd never have enough of his husband. Each time would feel hotter than the next. Each time better than the last. It had him whimpering in unison with his husband when he felt the hand on his hip clawing at him fiercely leaving burning lines behind. It had him crying out at the simplistic pleasure it gave him when he squirmed against the blonde. Twisting, jerking, writhing, jolting. He couldn't have a hope or a prayer of staying still. Not when that heat was clawing up his back with each pounding thrust.
It had him moaning shamelessly with increasing volume that tugged at his vocal cords. Promised to leave his throat aching if he didn't stop it in its tracks but he couldn't think long enough to control his volume. Not when the louder he got the harder, the faster, his husband pounded into him. It had him moaning enthusiastically with his nails dragging over the comforter with his husband squirming above him with his heaving chest pressing tightly against his upper back when he felt lips fluttering over his left shoulder.
It had his skin ripping with heat when the blonde moaned into it before biting down with that blunt pain spreading over his shoulder. Teeth digging in fervently with harsh sucks being given had him whimpering in that mewling pitch at his husband. Squirming. Twisting. Still was impossible and God knows he wanted to flip over to ride this man into the fucking bed. He'd give it to his husband the best that he could if that meant chasing and sharing this pleasure again, again, again tonight. In indulging with his husband.
He wanted to fuck himself on the blonde repeatedly until his good leg couldn't hope to support him tomorrow. A moan vibrated over his shoulder with teeth digging in harder with that firm suction that had him moaning with his hips stuttering in their jerks backwards against the blonde's pelvis. It had the man moaning into his shoulder as he listened to the sharp clap of their sweaty skin meeting. The huffing moans and groans leaving him when he squirmed beneath the blonde who continued to work a hickey into his left shoulder.
Groaning when his husband's next thrust missed his prostate, but it didn't matter. Not when he was happily slamming himself back to meet is husband's thrusts to keep up with him. To move together towards that orgasm, he could feel fluttering through his lower stomach as he huffed desperately through his nose when he clawed at the comforter. A cry tearing out of him when the blonde's hips squirmed before beginning to slam into him. Hitting at his prostate again with wave after wave of heat clawing beneath his skin with jagged nails.
His blood was boiling through his fucking veins with each hit to his prostate that had another blistering wave ripping up his back. Coaxing it to arch as he gasped in his pants with his husband jerking at the leash causing his collar to dig into his throat viciously. Threatening to cut off his air flow much to his giddy delight as he jerked his hips back. He swore he'd never felt more weightless in his life; it was the closest thing to sub space without the help of a scene to get him melting into it. Like he was just barely tasting it.
The closest thing to that weightlessness and that euphoria that came with his subspace, and he fucking adores it. God, there was nothing better than this. Nothing, nothing, nothing. His erection throbbed fervently against his stomach to which he jerked his hand away from its place twisted into the comforter down below him. Grabbing at his erection with fingers wrapping tight around himself before he began stroking himself fast. Fast, fast, fast to match the pounding thrusts his husband gave that he did his best to follow along with.
Moaning at the relief that came from the simplistic action of touching himself. It had him jolting when a fresh wave of sparks ripped up his back. He jerked his hips back desperately with a shrill cry flying out of him that pulled at his vocal cords only to have it choke off when his husband yanked at the leash. Squirming with delight, he moaned in a choked pitch as he stroked himself quickly in time with his jerking hips. Thrusting shamelessly into his stroking hand as he swiped at the dripping head while twisting his hand in curves.
Up and down, up and down, up and down. Jerking himself off in time with hips that pounded rather quickly together as he did his best to meet his husband's thrusts. He was absolutely boiling in his own skin with only one spot of relief that had him writhing desperately when he felt something wet drip down his chin. Streaking down his cheek and the side of his face. He wanted to come. He needs to come. His thighs were shaking at the thought as he jerked himself backwards with a sense of pride at how he met those pounding thrusts.
It had him moaning out delightedly when he felt the bed wobbling and bouncing lightly beneath them when his husband's hips came slamming forward to get him rocking. A subtle nudge over the blanket that had his heaving chest rubbing against it as his fingers slipped slickly over himself. He wants to come bad. But he won't; not without his husband. Not without Hizashi. He whimpered at the agonizing thought, but he didn't want to come without him. Not tonight. Tonight he wanted to come with his husband like usual.
He squeezed tightly around that throbbing erection earning a keening moan out of his husband as hips jumped to slam against him frantically. Frenzied. Jerking his own hips to meet those pounding thrusts when a lazy, chilly breeze puffed into the room sending a shiver down his back when it brushed over his feverish skin. He moaned up at his husband earning himself a keening groan back when nails bit into his moving hip. Burning points of pain that merely added to the heat sizzling underneath his skin.
His husband's mouth lifted from his shoulder when his lips fluttered up to that same juncture where his neck gave way to his shoulder. He moaned when the blonde's teeth sank into the spot when he began to suckle at him with his tongue swirling against the skin. Fuck, he really can't get enough of this. He couldn't wait for the hickey's to form overnight. How many marks could they get away with this summer? How many hickeys could he hide before it was undeniable? How many hickeys could Hizashi fit on his throat?
It was a damn hot thought. He found himself whimpering pleadingly at the thought as his husband suckled at the spot with a suction that had him shuddering with his lashes fluttering on his cheeks. God, it was so fucking good. Jerking his hips quickly to pound against h is husband's pelvis when his husband tugged at the leash. A hard pull that had him whining shrilly at the blonde who whined into his neck again when he stroked himself quickly. Giving twists up near the head where he palmed at the dripping thing.
Rolling his hand leisurely over the head before sliding his hand down towards the base with the pre-come leaving his hand slick. Slipping over himself as he squeezed tightly at his throbbing erection when he shuddered with an arch to his back when his husband pressed down. Pinning him in place much to his delight. It had him moaning out delightedly when he felt his husband change his hips slightly before pounding into him leaving him hot, hot, hot. Fuck him, he loves his husband. Loves, loves, loves him.
He wanted to howl, scream, and shout it to the damn rooftops but he simply didn't have the air for it. Hizashi pounded into him fiercely with their sweaty skin slapping together when he felt the change in his husband's breathing. His own pants hitched when he felt that fluttering pull in his lower stomach. Tightening into a spark when he moaned delightedly at his husband who pounded harder. Faster. It had his lashes fluttering on his cheeks with sweat dripping down the sides of his face. Down his uncomfortably hot cheeks.
A thin line of drool running down his chin. Hot, hot, hot. He was so fucking hot he didn't know what to do with himself as that spark twisted into his lower stomach. Ohhhh, he didn't want to come yet. Not yet. Not when it felt like they had just started as his husband's hips struck at him viciously. Ruthlessly. As if his goal was to knock the wind out of him the second, he was gasping it down as his stomach began to flex intermittently with that spark twisting. Clawing slowly up that mountain with his hand stroking fast, fast, fast.
And then his husband yanked awkwardly at his leash with the collar digging into his throat. Fuck, fuck! He can't get enough of the fucking leash or his collar. It was the perfect gift; better than anything his husband could have ever given him. It had him moaning desperately with his hand slipping over himself when he ground the pads of his fingers into the dripping head of his erection. Slipping over it slickly when he used the pads of his fingers to target the slit with a keening moan flying out of him at that deafening volume.
He was going to happily fuck this man all night long. He was going to get his damn fill of Hizashi until he felt content that he'd had enough. Even if that insatiability howled at him that he would never get enough. He would never have enough of Hizashi. Never will he have his fill of the blonde squirming above him. He shuddered when he felt the blonde's mouth lifting from his spot with teeth lapping over the indentations left behind. He huffed in his pants raggedly with his toes curling tightly at that heat snapping up his back.
His world was shrinking down to that hot point where nothing, nothing, nothing mattered but the heat sizzling under his skin. Then the blonde's hips that were moving in a desperate frenzy to get there, get there, get there together. He felt the hand on his hip sliding down to grab at his stroking hand with fingers interweaving with his much to his delight when they began stroking with a renewed vigor. His world was shrinking down where nothing mattered but the blonde man above him. Hizashi, Hizashi, Hizashi.
The blonde was babbling in that unknown English but God if it didn't have him burning up to hear how effortlessly his husband flipped between both languages. The sound of his name mixed in with that garbled English did little to help stave off that orgasm. He could just barely hear his own voice over his throbbing heartbeat. Babbling at his husband breathlessly to let him know he was close, close, close. Chanting his husband's name as it dripped out of him again, again, again. Like a curse. A praise.
An expletive. A word. A tangible thing he could hold. Like he was his king he was howling devotion too. A god he sought mercy from. He was melting, melting, melting underneath his husband as he jerked his hips desperately to meet his thrusts. Trying so hard to breathe without feeding the heat beneath his skin as he clawed up to the precipice. Teetering on the top as his thighs began to tremble with their tensing when Hizashi coaxed their hands to move faster, faster, faster. Stroking him in time with his pounding thrusts.
He tensed with his inner walls clamping down tightly around Hizashi with an increasing strength that had the blonde gasping. Right there, right there, right there! He was right there, and he was being squeezed so fucking good that he just can't- He shouted out a slurred cry of his husband's name when hips pounded forward in long, hard thrusts that hit at his prostate. And he was falling. He was squirming, twisting, shaking as his stomach flexed with a wail leaving him as his lashes fluttered on his cheeks.
His eyes rolling back on him as he stiffened beneath the blonde as their conjoined hands stroked fast, fast, fast as tingles rushed up his shaking thighs. His erection throbbed frantically when that orgasm exploded into his stomach when he squeezed at himself with his wail cresting up in volume. Pulsing. Hot spurts landed on his stomach when he found himself stilling. His wail cutting off in his throat on a croaking exhale when his husband thrusted into him once, twice, three, and a fourth time before stiffening against him.
A howl ripping out of his husband up above him with fingers tugging sharply at his collar. And ohhhhh, it made his orgasm all the better to feel his breathing cut slightly. Rasping. That collar digging in just enough to alter his racing breaths and he fucking loves it. He could hear his heartbeat throbbing in his ears quietly as he shook with those white-hot waves slamming over him. Pounding over his head to tear him apart from the inside out. Choking, choking, choking. Drowning, drowning, drowning.
There was nothing he could do but hold onto his husband's hand as his erection throbbed in their grasp. To hold onto the blanket with his left hand desperately with his collar digging into his throat so fucking good. His husband's howl cut off when he heard a cracking splinter of glass, but it was cut off before lightbulbs could pop. God, how he wished they'd pop. Just once. He wouldn't mind it. That white-hot heat was eating him up. Devouring him. Drowning him. Eating him up with that white-hot heat tearing him apart.
Eating him alive from the inside outa as he remained stiff beneath his husband with shallow gasps of air making it down his throat. So good, so good, so good. Too good, too good, too good. Too much. It had him whimpering breathlessly when the blonde whined back at him when he felt he'd go insane if he had to live in this white-hot space. If he dangled in the unbearable pleasure of his orgasm a moment longer, he swore he would go insane. And then the collar was slacking with the pull on his leash dropping.
A hand covered his left shaking hand with fingers slipping in between his. Just like his right hand. And then that orgasm was rushing out of him just as quickly leaving him gasping in its wake as he slumped into the bed. His hips thrusting weakly to aid that final spurt when his gasp rushed out of him on a shaking exhale. And his husband was slumping into his back with a shuddering exhale of his own when he noted his leash being dropped to the bed. The sudden silence broken up by the downpour outside.
Shaking, huffing pants being taken by the both of them when he shuddered at the dribble running over the backs of his fingers, but the blonde didn't seem to mind one bit. Clinging to one another in the silence absent of slapping skin. Of grunts, whines, whimpers, growls, groans and moans. The lack of their breathless babbling at one another to get the other off in that odd manner where nothing sounded like him. Like Hizashi. As if he had been babbling in a daze It was startling loud, but he didn't mind it as his heart throbbed in his ears.
And then his husband coaxed his hips back when he whimpered in protest but his husband whined back when he slipped free with a vulgar squelch. He let himself flop down only to wince at the awful choice as he rolled quickly onto his back to keep his come from rubbing onto the blankets. He rolled his head over the bed to watch Hizashi coaxed his condom off slickly with the rubber squelching when the man attempted to tie it off with shaking fingers. Slick snaps at him had the blonde growling under his breath.
He tossed the condom into the trash to which he groaned. They'd have to toss it out before Eri came into their room. The bedside table was dragged open with the wipes pulled out with the cap cracked open. And then his husband was turning to him with wipes in hand as he began to swipe at the come on his stomach. Scrubbing gently at him until suds formed on his skin when he hummed lazily before his husband deemed his stomach clean after giving another scrub to his stomach with the second wipe.
Tossed into the trash, the blonde then used a few wipes on himself to clean himself off when he sat up lazily before curling his legs up to crawl over to the blonde on the edge of the bed. Dipping his head down into the side of his neck when his husband hummed breathlessly as he curled his arms around him. And so, their challenge was at an end. It put a lump in his throat, but he knew it wasn't the last. Not yet. He tightened his arms around his husband as he placed kisses over his shoulders with his leash swaying against his back.
Sending tingles down it when he then leaned his head against Hizashi's. Quiet save for racing breaths, it felt nice. Unbelievably nice when he slid his hands across the blonde's chest with a hum before he cleared his throat. He needed to gather his air he was huffing desperately to gather his words together. He pressed his temple to Hizashi's as he rocked them idly from side to side gently when he dipped his head down to kiss at his husband's shoulders. THe blonde giggled before humming breathlessly at him.
"Wo-Would you want to ta-take a bath with me, love? Recharge and then we ca-can play around with the leash some more?" He got a low hum from his husband who then stood up and kissed the top of his head as arms wrapped around him. He lifted his arms up to curl tightly around the blonde's shoulders. His legs dragged over the bed with a rustle over the blanket beneath him when lips pressed to his cheek. And then he was giggling before he could stop it as he was heaved into Hizashi's arms that held him tightly.
"I think th-that sounds lovely! So-Soaking for a bit on a ra-rainy night with my pretty husband? Of course, I wa-want too! God, you-you're something special, ar-aren't you?" He smiled when he nuzzled his lips and nose to a red cheek tearing a giggle out of his husband as he wrapped his legs around his waist with an arm curving beneath his ass. Heaving him up with a grunt as he kissed that feverish, sweaty cheek giddily. "Damn, baby, ar-are you gettin' heavier? Or am-am I just outta breath?"
"It cou-could be both! I need to ke-keep track of my weight!" He murmured breathlessly into his husband's cheek who giggled again when he pulled back to press his nose to Hizashi's. Nuzzling their noses together, which was returned to him when he twisted his hands up into the blonde's hair. Holding himself close as he nuzzled before pulling back to kiss at that adorable smattering of freckles. The tip of his nose. Then his forehead before he sighed out softly. "I lo-love you so fu-ffucking much, Zashi, yo-you know that?"
"I do!" His husband smiled with such softness, such sweetness, it melted him as he smiled softly when Hizashi leaned in. Smiling lips pressed against his in a soft, tender kiss that had his heart racing faster than any passionate kiss could. Had him slumping as he returned that sweetness without a second thought with each slide of those soft, swollen lips against his. His husband pulled back then with that soft smile on his lips. His smile. "I lo-love you so fucking much too, baby! Now, let's go ge-get that bath running, yeah?"
God, he loves his husband. Loves him so goddamn much. And even if their challenge was over, even if this was the final choice and tomorrow they burned the list he knew it didn't change anything. The past seven months had given them more than enough to learn more about one another. He tightened his arms around softly freckled shoulders when he curled blonde locks around his fingers idly with a soft smile. He was so unbelievably lucky to have someone like Hizashi. So lucky. "Yeah. Let's go, love."