Fifty Darker Shades of EraserMic

by CrypticBeans

A new saga of fifty chapters of straight smut! Enjoy! (Sequel to Fifty Shades of EraserMic!)

17. Turn It On!

"How does it feel, kitten? Can you give me your color? Tell me if this is too uncomfortable for you, okay?"

Shouta looked up with a lazy hum leaving him as he looked over in response to the strained voice of his husband. Finding him rocking back on his heels with an intensity to that gaze of his. A subtle worry pinching at his husband's flushed face. Teeth dragging over that bottom lip, he shifted forward with hands drifting over the edge of the bed. There was a quiet concern being displayed that had him struggling to claw through that fog. To give the response his husband wanted with that gentle call to him.

Another check-in.

Merely one of many that had been given to him through every step of the night so far. His thighs were shaking lightly in their upward held position with welts burning viciously along the backs. Along the sensitive skin of his inner thighs where they burned. Areas that held a feverish heat without him needing to touch the skin. That same heat on his ass leaving it red from what he had seen in the mirror earlier. His upper back aching from the use of that flogger. All requested with that methodical planning.

One that they'd gone over step by step together. A plan laid out with no stone unturned. No point that hadn't been viewed with a meticulous scrutiny to make sure it all created the time line of events he wanted from his husband. Going back and forth, back and forth, until their plan was filling pages in their shared document. It was what he loved the most about bringing up that quiet desire to his husband. Vocal about his want for a scene together that wasn't rushed. Wanting something that wasn't planned last second.

God knows how he had been itching, aching, longing for a proper scene with his husband. Something that ate up their night together. Something he could recall with that dreamy quality for weeks. Leave him buzzing in his own skin for days afterwards each time fingers would gently clean the welts that would swell before fading. Bruises, light and blatant, fussed over. He was hardly shy about vocalizing his want of BDSM scene to his husband. About handing over his control completely with the trust Hizashi deserved.

The belief that his husband would keep their flow of the night evenly paced. That he would take care of him. It was a trust he placed in the blonde without a second thought. He was all too happy to relinquish everything to Hizashi if it meant they could both have that thrill. Have fun together with the scene. And tonight was no exception to that desire. That want for them to share a moment together that they hadn't had in so very long. God, he couldn't remember the last time they had a proper scene together.

Since he'd let himself be coaxed into the bedroom with the familiar rules being laid out. Listened to his husband with that mounting eagerness as he explained the scene. Their color system and their safe word. A call and response he were happily to give back to his husband. Attentive until the blonde was turning to him with that familiar leather collar in his hand. It was his favorite. The only one he would ever want. Gold threading still neatly threaded rather than growing frayed as he had feared in the past it would.

The gold lock that had been turned over and over in Hizashi's fingers before he'd come forward to work the collar around his neck. It had been hard to focus when his gaze had been locked on that golden heart. The sensation of leather on his skin as the metal hoops had come together. The slide of that golden arch slid between his loops before it was clicked into place. Such a small click that had had his heart jumping to his throat as that lock had been allowed to thud gently against his skin. Swaying against it.

It had been unfairly hard to focus on a damn thing his husband said following it. When they had dove into the scene with a gusto that had convinced him Hizashi was just as eager for it. Just as unbearably excited at the prospect of stepping into his role. Just as much as he had been when he'd requested it from Hizashi. It had been mundane. Effortless as his husband blurting out his desire to try watersports. Mondays, naturally, were the worst when he was flying about the house with his sleeping bag and laptop bag.

The duffel tucked tight to his side only to be thrown into the trunk as they ran about. Eri and Hitoshi bickering with one another before yelling for something to which his husband would bellow back. Both rushing about the house to make sure any loose ends were wrapped up before they left. Using up the energy rushing about the house that he'd need for his day yet he never breathed a word. Hectic, chaotic mornings were simply an unavoidable scenario when he was staying at home. A common occurrence he loved.

The only thing that truly made it bearable was that shared joy between them. The goodbyes to their cats before rushing out the door to the car as the frigid air of March nipped and stun at exposed skin. The bubbly delight his husband displayed once he'd perked up enough to walk him to the dorms. Shadowing him when he threw his duffel into his dorm room. From there it had been a day filled with the catty remarks from Nemuri to which Hizashi jumped to his defense. Defusing fights between his exhausted students.

His highlight being that beaming smile when Hizashi came for him at lunch. Tucking close to his side with his hand on his thigh beneath the table when Nemuri and Yagi inevitably joined them. The whining when his husband bounced on his feet as they said goodbye in the parking lot. His breath weak plumes in the March air as hands squeezed at his until he shooed him away. Mondays, albeit tiring, were effortless. They were bland, mundane, yet they thrummed with the energy of their weekends spent together.

Tuesdays, however, were always the roughest on him whether it was physically or mentally. It was always draining when he was being pulled in different directions. Different tasks that had him grinding away at his schedule until his patience was spread thin. His shoulders crawling up towards his ears to bury his face into his capture weapon. To be wound up tighter, tighter, tighter until he snapped when he failed to find an outlet. A way to channel the energy twisting into him so viciously. Ruthlessly searching for a way out.

It was an exasperation that mounted upwards with no chance of a reprieve. One that merely built up until he was venting to his husband that Tuesday night. Scathing tones as he threw out his frustrated thoughts. The request to not think for one night. To hold no responsibilities for an hour or two. To merely be. Sour words that had his husband staring at him with concern over their call that night. It was only when he huffed out those bitter replies to his husband in response to his questions on how his day was.

How he was. It was only after this that Hizashi brightened over the screen with the declaration that he'd help with it. Following it by stating it was his turn to pick from their list now which had left him confused on the sudden derailment of that conversation. However, it was after that initial confusion that his husband had elaborated by sweetening his offer. Whatever he chose from the list, he'd make sure that he didn't have to think of a single thing during it. He would have to nothing more than enjoy himself.

It was this door of opportunity that opened for them that had him glancing over their list. An idle scan over it when he woke in the morning. It was as he was glancing over the list that he found the very thing he wanted to do. Something that would tie together with that quiet desire of his that had been mounting for some time. After meeting Hizashi in the parking lot Wednesday morning, he'd blurted out his idea to his husband. Something that had eyes widening with that look of awe as his husband smiled widely at him.

Spots of color bursting over his cheeks as that sparkle of excitement had his own heart skipping. Sprinting when they spoke on the phone later that night. A sex machine. It was something listed that he knew would cost himself and Hizashi a pretty penny to buy depending on what they chose. It was easily one of the far more expensive options on their list that they could choose to do. When compared to the sex swing, he had to admit he'd flinched at the thought of it. He hadn't looked at a damn price for one.

Had no clue if they were that expensive but either way he knew it wasn't going to be something to sneeze at. It was undeniable that he would take a small financial hit to his bank account if he were to buy it. A hit to Hizashi's as well. It also left him wondering where they would store the machine once they were done with it. Where it would go. How they would take care of it. They had come together at lunch that Wednesday to discuss their options quietly. Picking, fussing, and poking holes in the others rationality.

Pointing out blatant discrepancies an idea that fell flat between them. Picking apart ways to balance their budgets to make such an expensive purchase. How they'd go about getting then maintaining the machine itself. Coming up with areas where they could store it without Eri or Hitoshi from stumbling across it. It was something they had discussed in low voices before Nemuri had burst into the small room with her lunch. Yagi weaving uncertainly on his feet before joining the three of them at the small table.

It was a conversation forgotten between them for the moment. Tucked down allowing him to truly think about it after passing out tests to his students for the remainder of their class time. Pondering how they'd get away with something like this both monetarily and space wise. It was easy to shoot down his own solutions. Tearing himself apart as he struggled to figure out a silent solution that he could bring up to his husband. Something worth saying to him. Piecing together ideas half formed before waving them away.

It had been a debate he had with himself as he had stood there. While he hardly needed research on a sex machine, it was better to have an approach. An idea of what they would do once they had it in their possession along with the finer details. Where and how they would store it. The basement was a no-go given that they had long since remodeled it to be an open playroom for Eri to have rather than having just her room. It also doubled as a gaming room with a set up should they or Hitoshi want to go downstairs instead.

It was hardly a place they could store it. However, Eri adored running in and out of their closet during their games of hide and seek. It was the reason as to why they had the bigger items of theirs on the top shelf of the closet. Shoved towards the back with a netting system hooked up to keep any chance of them falling nonexistent. But where would they put a machine? It would be a hassle to take it apart and put it together again so where? It was a dilemma he ran over repeatedly until the tests were being handed back.

When his students shuffled out one by one. It was a fruitless back and forth with himself as he accepted paper after paper with the effort of shaking the thoughts off. Doing his best not to overthink it until the last one was handed to him. Bunching them together with a paper clip when Hizashi had burst into his empty room. A sudden, startling appearance when he had been readying himself to head to the doors. His husband had then happily declared he'd be back after changing at home. A promise that had him raising his brows.

This was then followed by a solution on his husband's part about the smaller problems that would come with hiding such a machine. The first being where they would store it away and how to keep it hidden. With a peck to his cheek, the blonde had all but flown from the school as if it were on fire. Far too much energy for a Wednesday yet his husband always seemed energetic through the week. Bouncing on his feet with an endless energy that kept him going through the week. So unbelievably perky every day.

It was an energy his husband always claimed came naturally to himself. But he knew the truth. That, despite being medicated, it had to be his ADHD or the cans after cans of energy drinks he guzzled in between his water. One of them or both was the source for no person could be so damn perky naturally. Not throughout a work week the way Hizashi was. However, he'd been all too content in returning to the dorms with that back and forth once again restarting. Another silent debate he was having with himself.

Something that followed him long after he had showered and changed into his usual lounge wear. Settling on the couch in the common room of the teacher's dorms as he waited for Hizashi to reappear. Going over that same debate with himself again and again until his husband had thrown the doors to the dorms open. Happily rushing over as he reappeared as he had promised he would. However, they never used his laptop to search online for a machine together as he had thought they would. Assumed they would.

No, his husband had a different idea. A sparkle in that gaze when the blonde appeared in the dorms only to drag him off the couch. Hizashi seemed wickedly delighted in tugging him out of the dorms Wednesday afternoon to the car. It had been absolutely mortifying when he'd gone on his trip with Nemuri to get the garter belt and corset. Embarrassing in the worst way possible to be with the woman in that sort of situation. Overwhelming. And that same embarrassed mortification ripped to the surface.

Choking him when his husband was dragging him out of the car. Rushing across the parking lot up to the all too familiar sex store that they'd frequented last year with their first challenge. It had his face burning with heat when two of the workers had beamed with that recognition. How they remembered either of them with so many customers, he had not a damn clue. It was made worse when Hizashi rushed to question the cashier. Far too loudly for his liking yet once his husband had asked them when they were moving.

The hand in his yanking at him. Encouraging him forward as they flew down isles after the helpful woman. He swore he'd never understand how people like Nemuri and Hizashi could be so open about their sex lives. He was far from being uptight or a prude but to stand in a sex store discussing the power and strength of a sex machine? The lengths, thickness, and styles of dildos that could be attached to it? It was a mortification he hadn't realized could exist. Had his cheeks throbbing from the force of that blush.

Prompting him to keep his face ducked away. Tucked into Hizashi's shoulder with the hand in his making it impossible to rush out. Keeping him in place against his husband's side as the blonde happily chattered on. The comfort being given when that thumb had traced along the side of his hand when he leaned against the blonde. Old habits truly did die horribly hard. Refused to lay to rest. Even if he knew what he wanted and how he wanted to try it. There was simply no stopping that mortified embarrassment.

How could he when his husband's voice sounded so loud? When they were discussing the speeds as a few other patrons glanced over curiously? He would never understand it. All he could be thankful for was the promise of keeping quiet on the matter. When Hizashi was taking the bag with the box and the two different attachments tucked with it. He'd struggled to keep from running as Hizashi said his goodbyes and thanks to the cashiers. And yet rather than bringing him back to the dorms, his husband had other plans.

He hadn't fussed when Hizashi had instead brought him home. An afternoon spent in the living room with the laptop open between them with the document open on the screen. The strike of his husband's fingers on the keys as they went back and forth on their ideas. Putting together a scene together filled with what they both wanted to act out. It was only wrapped up with the promise of being edited and put together did Eri rush through the front door. Delighted at the prospect of him being home for an afternoon.

It hadn't taken long at all for his husband to edit and put together a time line of a scene. For him to send a text letting him know it was done for him to look over. A plan in place that was shown to him this very morning when they met for work. When he'd been waiting in the parking lot to put his duffel in the trunk preemptively rather than rushing about. Thursday afternoons were always manic with his homecoming. Chaotic. However, he had found getting his bag from his dorm room to the car earlier was easier on them.

He'd happily taken the laptop from his husband once they were in the staff room to glance over it. While it was hardly the place nor the time to glance over something like it, he'd found himself excited once he'd gotten to the bottom of that final page. It was a perfect timeline that Hizashi welcomed him to tweak if he so desired too. To add or take away what he wanted should anything come to mind. Assuring him quietly that no matter what he wanted it would fit in with their scene. That he'd take care of it all.

However, their conversation was cut off as he shut the laptop when Nemuri had breezed through the door. Officially starting off their days as they went to their respective classrooms. He'd had all day to tweak and fuss with the document when he had the time to do so. Adding tidbits here and there as they came to him. It was only lunch time did they have a moment to look over the document on his husband's phone. One last moment to tweak and fuss over it together until it was as close to perfect as they could get it.

It had him thrumming with that excitement as he waited impatiently for the end of the day. He was hardly one to bounce in his seat nor on his feet yet it was damn near insufferable. The wriggling excitement that plagued him all day leaving him impatiently watching the clock. Urging it to fly by faster. All he'd wanted was to have a night where he didn't have to think. A night to simply be. It had been a bitching comment that his husband happily took up as a suggestion rather than him venting out those frustrations.

A challenge rather than a complaint. And God knows he couldn't wait. Once his students were cramming binders, folders and books into their bags he'd found it hard to remain in place. To keep those even steps to his desk in the corner to pack his own things into his laptop bag. Papers waiting to be graded over the weekend. It was hilarious to think of how their March had started off together. An interesting series of events to kick off the first and second week. What more would this month hold in its final weeks?

It was something that had him rushing down the hallway briskly once his classroom had emptied. The hallways thinning of students. It was a thrill when Hizashi had fallen into step as the two of them rushed from the building to their car. And from there it was merely waiting for night to come. Hours spent fussing over small things to keep their hands busy. Minds occupied in order to focus on their daughter and son for the evening. It was effortless to put it in the back burner of their minds when they fell into the usual routine.

Giving Eri and the cats they sought him for after spending three nights away from them all. An overwhelming surge of demands for that affection was returned to him in response. Hours spent with Eri attached to his hip as she lamented the rain washing away all the snow. The teasing argument when Hizashi put on that exaggerated relief it was going away which merely had their daughter screeching her protests. Denying it was the "good thing" Hizashi claimed it to be until she was being yanked from his hip playfully.

Shrieking and squealing with delight as Hizashi rushed from the room with the white-haired girl. Dinner held that same hectic energy with Denki joining them this time round at Hitoshi's insistence. All of it coming down to tonight with hours flying by with surprising speed. He spent a day wishing for time to quit its crawl. To go by faster just so they could get to the very thing he'd been waiting for. The thing that had him antsy as he tucked Eri too bed while Hizashi got the bedroom and himself "ready" for them.

After getting Eri to sleep, he'd rushed downstairs only to find himself excited again. Strangled under the emotion when Hizashi had playfully coaxed him towards the bedroom. Their usual rules, color system and the like being walked through step by step. It had been an odd relief to let himself slip into that submissive head space as his husband plucked his clothes off piece by piece. The items laying out on their bed for the night had his blood running hot. The flogger, paddle and can waiting to be used.

Sitting innocently next to the thigh restraints that his husband had been laid out with the neck brace with it. It was so easy letting his husband strip him of his clothes as he spoke in that authoritative tone of his. Leaving no room for nonsense. A firm kindness being presented when he so much as dared to give a witty retort. It was fucking exciting seeing his normally carefree husband so strict in such a setting. To see his happy, cheerful husband take that control over what he did. Control what he could say.

To see that glint in his gaze that promised he'd get another blow of that cane if he dared to whine. Dare to complain. Stepping into that Dom role of his as effortlessly as he had sunken into his submissive one. It was a thrill to see that sudden change in such a cheerful, perky man like Hizashi. He couldn't get enough of that sight. Get enough of his husband taking on that role just to make him happy. A role that he knew Hizashi took greater pleasure in than he'd ever admit it having. Something he absolutely adored.

He knew his husband loved his role as a Dom when they came together for a scene. It had been there in the glint of his gaze before they'd entered the bedroom. Had his husband bouncing on his feet all day during work. In his seat as they drove home. It was something he truly did share the sentiment of wishing they'd tried years ago. Had taken up when Nemuri had gotten into it herself and recommended it to them. Because if he knew back then how amazing it was to dive into it then he'd have taken that step sooner.

If he knew how he loved it and found it to be a turn on the way he did now he knew he would've been biting at the bit. Insistent they try it. And yet there was no shame in starting later. None. And today was the pinnacle of that excitement as the entire day gave way to this. All of it leading to the start of their scene after his collar was placed on him. Lock swaying against his skin after that light thud into place where he was then bent over for the beginning of it. Made to hold still as that flogger, paddle, and cane were used.

Doing so, until he was boiling in his own skin. Hot. Until he was on his back with the neck support wrapped around his neck securely and the thigh straps clipped into place before they were connected by the metal clasps. And yet nothing had him more excited than the sight of the machine. Sitting innocently enough on the edge of the bed after he'd been laid on his back. Slid into place, it took up the right side of the bed to which Hizashi promised to hold it in place to keep it even. To keep it from bothering him.

To keep it from somehow going off pace. It had eaten up his focus once his thighs were up in the air with a twitch of his feet curiously when he pulled. Trying to determine the gives of it. And God, that first hour of his "punishment" for the supposed bratty attitude lately had him lit a flame. Lost until he was floating in his own head. Struggling to find his words when his husband was checking with him. These moments often led to them using their very first check-in system of squeezes to which he had found easier.

Better than using words when he couldn't breathe. A brush of fingers over his burning cheek had him blinking out of his haze of thoughts. Looking up to his husband, he forced his gaze to focus on that red face above him. Blonde locks slithered over freckled shoulders as his husband leaned towards him causing the end of the bed to dip. Brows twitched together when fingers brushed over his cheek again. "Are you still with me, kitten? Do you need to stop for a bit?"

"No! 'm fine!" Shifting his legs slightly, they pulled at his neck forcing his head off of the bed briefly before he relaxed again with his head falling back down. Hair bunching under his neck when he felt that heart shaped lock sliding over his skin. It had a shiver racing up his back when he focused his gaze up on his husband. "Color is green! I-I feel perfectly fine, Za- Daddy, so please? Please, continue?"

"You're sure, kitten? We've been going for an hour now so if you need to stop, catch your breath, tell me, yeah? Do you want some of your water?" Squirming, he dragged his teeth over his own lip before nodding which prompted his husband to move around the bed. He pressed his head back for that upside down view of his husband as he walked around the bed. The soft thud of his boots on the floor had his stomach drop as Hizashi grabbed the bottle on the nightstand before making his way back around.

Rushing over to climb up onto the bed, squirming over to him as his leather pants dragged over the bed. A hand then reached out to lift his head from the bed with the mouth of the bottle coming to press against his bottom lip. Opening his mouth, he got small mouthfuls of water that he happily gulped down. A dribble of water ran down his cheek with a jolt as he whined at the chilled temperature. A stark comparison to the heat when it was pulled away as he swallows before speaking. "Please?"

There was a quiet crinkle before Hizashi twisted awkwardly with that head supporting his head still as the bottle was dropped. The blonde turned back to him, his right hand moving up to brush at the wet line over his cheek. Swiping his thumb over his bottom lip softly with that gaze flicking over him. An intensity to it when that thumb slid over his lip again. "You really want something in you that badly? Didn't you promise to be good for me tonight? That you'd be patient?"

"Yes, I did! But I-I don't want you to stop! I want to try it, please? Please, Daddy?" The thumb pressing down on his lip pulled away with the hand braced under his head let him down slowly back down to the bed. Fingers brushed over his cheeks when he whimpered up at the blonde. "Please? I want it! Want you! I'll-I'll be good! So good for you! Just please! Please, I need it!"

A low hum left his husband when fingers brushed down his cheek towards his jaw. Tipping his head back into the bed as they drifted down his heaving chest. Tingles racing under his skin to pool into his stomach at the path that featherlight touch was taking. His legs wriggled causing the neck strap to dig into him when a whimper ripped out of him as he arched his hips up. "I guess it's a good thing I put that ring on, huh? Look at you, dripping all over yourself. Making a mess."

God, fuck him. There was a note to that lowly pitched voice that had him shuddering as he arched his hips up awkwardly. Pressing his upper back to the bed to achieve that awkward arch when fingertips skittered down his stomach lightly. Muscles quivered viciously when he whimpered again at the resulting ache twisting into him that had his erection twitching. Dripping shamelessly against his stomach when he squirmed restlessly. "Please! Please, please! Daddy, gimme it? Please?"

"How many times are you going to say "please", kitten? Until your voice gives out? Until it gets you what you want?" Shivers. He whined with another squirm when fingers drifted over the side of his stomach. Damp as they brushed along the edge of that slick patch on his stomach when he got a low hum from his husband. "No, that's a cop out, kitten, and you know that, don't you? Tell me what you need, and I'll give it to you, sweet thing. I'll take care of you, so tell me what you need. Use your words."

It tore a groan out of him when fingers moved to brush along the underside of his erection. Twitching against his stomach with that ache as he squirmed with thighs flexing as they pressed against the strap. God, how long had he had the cock ring on? After the flogger? Or before the cane? He couldn't remember. Couldn't focus long enough to remember. "I wa-want to feel something in me! Fucking me so good whi-while I choke on your cock! Want you to fuck my throat raw! I-I need it! Need you to touch me!"

"Oh, you need it, huh? Are you that much of a slut you'll beg for something to be in you? Even if that thing isn't me? You wanna feel a cock in you so bad you don't care if its rubber or real?" Fingers slid against his erection again before coming up where the pads of his fingers tapped slickly at the head of his erection. Smearing away the droplets as they formed had him squirming with a keening whimper ripping out of him. "You want to be fucked like the naughty boy you are tonight? Wanna be good for me?"

"Yes! Yes, yes, yes, please! Please, I need something! Anything! Please, Daddy? Please?" Oh, it had his stomach fluttering when fingers tapped slickly against the head of his erection again. A small, wet sound that had him squirming when his husband hummed softly with fingers wrapping around him tightly. Squeezing around him tearing a cry out of him when a stroke was given that led to another. And another. Rough pulls that had him bucking up with a push against the thigh restraints.

It merely got him a strained pull against the nape of his neck as he bucked up into that stroking hand again with a click of that piercing hitting against teeth. It had him rolling his head over the blanket to face his husband again. Meeting his gaze at that silent demand that he had long since recognized. A click that told him to look up at the blonde. "You really want it that bad? You're that worked up after your punishment? You're that desperate to be fucked by something? To be touched?"

"Yes! God, please, Daddy! I don't want to-to wait anymore! Touch me! Fuck me, please? I don't wanna be able to-to think when we're over! I want you to fuck me so hard I can't breathe after it! I want yo-you to fuck me with the machine an-and fuck my throat raw after! Pull on my hair 'til it hurts! Make me take yo-your cock after! Show me it's better than a fucking dildo! Ev-Everything you have to give, I want! I want it, Daddy, so please! Please, touch me! Gimme it! Ma-Make a mess outta me! Please!"

"Now that's what I wanted from you rather than those shitty 'pleases' you've been giving me all night!" Fingers tightened around him tearing a whimper out of himself as he got a few more of those rougher strokes paired with that tight squeeze. God, it was fucking amazing. So good, good, good to be touched after being denied it for the past hour. Being denied anything akin to the pleasure touch could give him. "That's how a good boy should beg! Now, give Daddy your color?"

"Green!"

"Good, good! Now, don't you worry about a thing, okay? Remember, you can tell me if it's too fast or too slow and I'll adjust it to whatever you need. I won't be made nor upset if you need to stop, alright? Don't be scared to speak up." There was a shift then of his husband when he swallowed at that twist of pleasure that had his erection throbbing lightly from another rough stroke. Begging. Wanting that damn ring off but needing it. Wanting it. "And once more, what's our safe word, kitten?"

"Em-Emerald!"

"Good boy."

God, if that low praise didn't send a rush of heat ripping beneath the surface of his skin in a twisting restlessness. Shrieking for that demand of relief. That he couldn't remain so hot, hot, hot after his spanking earlier when his lower half ached. When his upper back was positively throbbing with pain from the blows of the flogger earlier. Fuck him, he was perfect. Euphoric. It was everything he could have hoped for and more. It was even better in reality than theory when his husband had given him the offer of this.

Offered to take care of him for the night. Taking care of everything if he didn't want to think for a night. Make choices. It had his stomach dropping airily with that sickening intensity as his heartbeat throbbed quietly in his ears. His breath hitching as that hand gave a few more of those languid, firm strokes that had him squirming. Bucking desperately for another touch. Another stroke to satisfied that ache twisting into him for more, more, more of his husband. More that could be offered to him only to be denied it.

Rejected as that hand pulled away from him with that silent tease that had him whimpering. Just like the caressing fingers over burning skin each impact toy of theirs was switched out. The featherlight touches over the welts. The throbbing, burning areas over his ass. Over his upper back. The light brush of fingers over his tattooed hip jerked him out of the hazy thoughts once more when he whined. Shivering when Hizashi's fingers trailed down over his hip with fingertips brushing over the welts there.

Over his burning inner thigh that had his breath hitching. Catching on a stutter at the sensitivity zapping up his back. It had him squirming as fingers drifted downwards over his inner thigh down between his legs once more. Down to tap sharply at the flat end of the plug he had in tearing a keening whine out of him. Embarrassingly loud yet the blonde merely hummed as fingers drummed lightly at the flat end. Nudging it into him lightly in a rhythmic routine. It was absolutely wicked and Hizashi fucking knew it.

The taps had the tip of the plug nudging that spot below his prostate. Never being shoved in firmer to hit against it but rather tapping to stimulate the spot. Sending weak sparks up his back, it had him twisting with a shuddering breath leaving him. Legs fidgeting before pushing against the restraints weakly out of instinct. Each tap resulting in another weak spark leaving him breathless. Had his erection twitching against his stomach as he squirmed against the blanket when he dragged his teeth over his bottom lip.

Biting down to muffle a whimper as he pressed his head back to the mattress. And it was so good, good, good. That ruthless, methodical teasing meant to rip him apart. Break him down into that truly submissive state for the rest of the night. God knows he couldn't wait for his husband to use the humbler on him the way he had promised. Fuck him, how long had it been since he'd seen it? Since Hizashi had him in such a vulnerable situation? Since he'd let himself be teased, taunted and coaxed into submission?

Let his husband take the shots on the night after getting his input? All from a single bitter statement. One statement as he had vented to his husband lead to a situation that Hizashi took above and beyond. Just for him. Another sharp tap against the plug had his hips bucking down awkwardly with teeth digging into his lip. Pain radiating outwards as he muffled a whine at another sharp strike to the end of the plug nudging it in deeper. Sparks raced up his back feeding into the heat twisting beneath his skin.

He was so hot it was damn near unbearable. His skin was feverish from the heat beneath it as it ate away at him. Smoldering along his bones as those welts stung insistently with the cool air much like the ache in his ass and upper back. Fuck, it felt amazing. Fingers tugged gently at the plug with an idle side to side wiggle as it was eased out of him. HIs breath rasped through his nose with the intent of choking him. There was a light rustle followed by the plug being placed down on the small towel to the left of him.

Something Hizashi would use in a bowl of water Hizashi hand afterwards when they were done. To gently wipe over the welts before coaxing him to a cool bath. Something to soothe the stinging wounds. There was a light brush over a cheek that had the nerve endings shrieking with that oversensitivity. Much like his thighs, it had him whimpering shrilly as his teeth dug into his lower lip. A blunt pain that throbbed over the skin. A burning pressure that weakly pulled his attention away from the drifting fingers.

Fuck, he may have pleaded for it, but he couldn't imagine having sex with Hizashi tonight. To have hips striking against the sensitive area leaving it shrieking with each sharp impact. How insufferable that would be to deal with. And yet it had a shiver racing up his back at the thought when he squirmed impatiently. Trembling pants being taken through his nose as he listened to the crack of the lube's cap being clawed open. It had his heart pounding sickeningly against his chest as his stomach dropped.

Twisting in on itself. There was nothing he loved more than this. Then offering himself up to the blonde without a second thought. To hold that trust for his husband only to have it reaffirmed each time without fail. His teeth dug into his lip causing it to throb with its burning pain when he shivered at the slick sound of lube being spread. Squelching in the quiet of their bedroom when Hizashi gave a soft hum prompting him to lifted his head up slightly. Gawking at the slick lube being spread over the dildo.

Watching that black-nailed hand curving and twisting over it. It was by far the closest one they'd bought that matched his husband as close as possible. It was mortifying hearing the blonde request for an attachment closed to his own size in that quiet store. To feel his face burn in the moment when eyes had locked onto him for his reaction. However, he had to admit he was glad Hizashi had asked. Had tried to find something familiar for their first time use of it. That he'd been bold enough to do ask those questions.

His gaze was riveted to the twists and curves over the toy as the lube dripped off the end of it. It was by far thicker than his husband but he didn't mind that. Didn't mind it at all. Blonde lashes fluttered as that heated gaze flicked to him. Catching then locking onto his gaze as the slick squelch of the lube being spread over the silicone. It had his heart jumping to his throat excitedly. The boldness in that flaming gaze with the silent challenge for him to be the first to look away. Challenging him to keep his eyes on him.

It didn't nothing to help that excitement when his husband smirked at the muffled whine squeezing itself out of his tightening throat. Sick off of the anticipation that had been doing nothing but building, building, building all day long. All week long. His thighs twitched in the restraints yet he fought that urge to flex against them again. To pull. Fighting the urge for him to give into the impatience the way he always did. It would only result in another swat of the cane. The flogger. Or would Hizashi resort to using his hand?

It had his heart pounding wildly against his chest as he forced himself to be still. Pausing as he twisted his fingers into the comforter beneath him. Tightening his grasp on it. He watched with that rapt fascination as Hizashi then hummed softly. Leaning forward awkwardly to attach the toy, his erection gave another excited twitch against his stomach. His racing breaths caught in his throat when his husband reached out. Grabbing at his spread thighs gently to coax him forward over the blanket closer to the machine.

It was quiet save for the adjustments Hizashi made with both the level and angle of it as his lip screamed to be released. The burning pain throbbing with that insistence much like his twitching erection. Screaming, shrieking, for some kind of relief. There was a light clink when his husband attached it into place followed by a push of the machine. Easing it closer to make it easier on the both of them. There was the gentle brush of fingers against his left cheek sending another surge of that over sensitivity.

Pulling gently at him to spread him open, there was another adjustment when he swallowed before forcing his right hand to move. Grabbing gently at himself, he tried to avoid the edges of the feverish portions of skin he just knew had those paddle marks. He tugged at the cheek once he had a good hold only to hear a shuddering breath being taken by his husband. Breaths from the both of them racing much too fast. This is what he wanted. When Hizashi had made the offer of turning whatever of his choice into a scene.

This is what he had wanted. Even if the sex machine hadn't been his original choice he had to admit it was fucking exciting. As if they were introducing a third, faceless person into their bedroom. It was a thought that brought with it a spice he hadn't known would be there. A thrill to that idea he clearly shared when his husband had commented on it playfully before backing him into the bedroom earlier. It was an excitement that had him squirming when he felt the head of the dildo pressing against him.

Heat ripped under his skin when the blonde slid his free hand over his thigh to pull carefully. Sliding him over the blanket spurring him to push with his free hand. Moving awkwardly with one handed grips yet it gave the pressure he needed to have the head nudging at him. The main event of the night that he'd been waiting for. Had been staring at in between the blows of the paddle when his gaze had flicked off to the side. He shuddered at that consistent nudging against him as his teeth dug fiercely into his throbbing lip.

Shuddering when the blonde let out a soft croon at him. Encouraging him onwards for the final act of the first part. He felt that excitement ripping through his chest to choke him as the head of that dildo nudged, nudged, nudged at him. There was then a push from Hizashi's side with the machine that gave it that extra push needed. Pushing firmly against him before there was a give after another nudge of the head. It had him sucking in a sharp breath through his nose when his teeth dragged over his lip as his jaw dropped.

That sharp breath rushed out of him as the hand on him gave a soft, comforting squeeze yet he couldn't think. Couldn't find his air to reply yet when he was being swallowed. Devoured by the simplistic pleasure as that dildo slid into him. Satisfying the simple hunger to finally having something inside him after the past hour of having that plug in him. The desire for more having clawed at him when he'd been left limp against the edge of the bed. Shaking on his aching legs before he'd slid up onto the bed.

When Hizashi coaxed him into the restraints. Oh, it was an itch he wanted scratched for the past hour since that heat had swallowed him up. A sharp, gasping breath rasped down his throat with the stretch of that toy. God, it was much thicker than his husband but fuck if he didn't love it. Didn't find himself hungry for another inch to be pushed in. He'd been burning, burning, burning with the restless desire twisting tighter under his skin. Clutching at him fiercely with each blow of that paddle as he wailed out the count.

Whimpered and whined through the cane whips that left the stinging welts on his inner thighs. A heat that had burned him hotter with each touch of the flogger across his upper back with precise spots being targeted along it. An intentional blow to make him howl out the responses his husband wanted from him. The sound of his husband grunting quietly each time that paddle came down. The strained notes when the flogger was whipping against his shoulder blades. Fuck, everything about it had been a treat.

Seeing the blonde hair spilling down his husband's back flying about his flushed face. Swaying over his back, over his shoulders, with each swing of his arm through the air. The blush smothering itself over freckled cheeks as sweat formed on a clammy sheen by the end. Glistening in the low lighting of the bedroom by that last cane whip along the inside of his inner thighs. He'd wanted nothing more than for the blonde to flip him over. To give him what he wanted from this experience. To give Hizashi what he wanted.

But he'd been made to wait, wait, wait. To follow the timeline they had planned out when Hizashi had slipped the cock ring onto him. It was fucking perfect. He knew he certainly wouldn't be focusing on much tomorrow. It was something that would be counterproductive for the both of them when it came to work tomorrow. But did it matter? Who would hold it against him if he had one spaced out day? If he had one day where he couldn't focus? When his legs trembled when he stood too long on them? He knew Nezu would figure it out.

Knew Nemuri would call them both out on it. But at the end of the day, he'd be going home with Hizashi. He'd be able to spend the weekend off of his feet so who cared if he wanted this simplistic pleasure? If he wanted one night to be treated so roughly he was a drooling mess? Howling and pleading for his husband to give him more? To fuck him so damn hard whether it's with himself or toys he was limping? If he wanted the same euphoric glow his husband had held since their watersports attempt last Friday?

Since the morning, they shared together on Sunday? A choked gasp leaving him had his thoughts fleeing for the moment once again. So easy it was to get lost in his own head in moments like these. To slip further, further, further into the fog that was impossible to keep at bay. It truly wouldn't take much but what would be the trigger? What would fully shove him into that subspace? A rough phrasing? Or having that hungry, lustful gaze on him when the machine was turned on? Or would it happen in the second half?

It had his legs twitching with that desire to spread wider as his fingers dug into the sensitive skin that had pain ripping through the area. Nerve endings shrieking beneath his fingers for him to stop yet he merely reaffirmed that dig. Oh, it was fucking amazing. All of it coming together to give him exactly what he wanted. Needed. Desired for so unbelievably long. A whimper tore out of him then as the hand holding him open shifted away to ease the final inches of the dildo into him. It was weird. So very weird.

Off to feel the heat of his husband as his pelvis pressed tightly against him as he bottomed out. He clenched around the dildo out of instinct to which he couldn't stop that whimper from lowering into a strangled groan. Twitching his hips in the awkward positioning. Something that felt damn near impossible when his feet were up in the air. Twitching uselessly with that urge to press down to the mattress in order to move properly. He released his hold on the cheek in his own grasp with a shudder.

Gasping in sharply which merely fed the flames under his skin. Had him shuddering with another twitch of his hips with a whine. He was so hot, hot, hot. Burning up as the blanket rustled beneath him with his squirms when he felt a shift to the dip in the bed. Fingertips brushed over his inner stinging inner thighs in an awkward, limited reach of his husband's. His gaze flicked up to find that gaze eating him up. Devouring him as the expanded pupils rendered the green irises to rings of color that burned at him.

Holding the lustful heat that had his stomach flipping sickeningly. Hungry. As if the blonde wanted to eat him alive and leave not a trace of him on the bed. It was fucking hot. Sexy if he was being honest with himself. It had his racing breaths cresting into shallow, rasping pants that rasped down to dry his throat. His hair bunched annoyingly beneath the neck brace beneath him but he could ignore it. He was merely thankful that the rest of it was spread over the blanket rather than in his burning face.

His skin. His chest fluttered with those quick pants as his fingers twisted into the blanket. Whining up at his husband, fingers pulled away from his inner thighs with a squeeze to his shins. He flexed instinctively to push at the straps holding his thighs up to which he caught a click of that piercing off of the back of teeth. It had shivers running down his back as he clenched around the dildo once again. Shuddering at the pooling of pleasure in his stomach from the action. Goddamn, it was so thick. So much thicker than he thought.

Thicker than looking alone could have predicted. When the blonde had first taken it out of the box when they'd returned home from work to merely glance over the parts of it curiously. Something Hizashi assured him he'd have built by the time he came to the bedroom. It was a touch bigger than his husband as well, but it didn't matter. He was hardly a "size queen" like his husband was even if the blonde didn't use them on himself. Hardly someone who pushed the limits like Nemuri happily boasted she did.

Groaning lowly, he couldn't help another squeeze around it that had heat pooling into him as his erection twitched against his stomach. Dripping shamelessly, leaving a running patch behind as he squirmed. Fuck him, it felt good. To be ordered around for a night. Demeaned. Humiliated no matter how lightly with each blow of the cane and paddle. Each derogatory statement that left his husband before it cracked down on him. His "punishment" for his bratty attitude lately had left him thrilled for a repeat.

Eager for another harsh, scathing sentence from his husband to explain his punishment further. Teasing words meant to leave him ashamed. Repentant for his behavior. All it did was serve to rile him up more, more, more. Had him planning out ways to get another repeat of a "punishment" like this. He didn't have to think of a damn thing other than feeling good with Hizashi. And he was over the moon. He was having an itch scratched at the mere stretch of that dildo. The feeling of it resting inside of him innocently enough.

Hizashi leaned over the machine pressing it down lightly into the bed. His stomach twisted with that burst of excitement when he watched blonde locks slithering over those freckled shoulders. Brushing against flushed cheeks as he squirmed with a whimper that rang with that eagerness. Undeniable even to himself when he tensed against that urge to squirm again. It was exhilarating meeting that hungry gaze. Watching as those eyes roamed over him as his chest heaved with the rasping, shallow pants.

He then felt that familiar rush made its way through him. Excited. Turn on with a simple glance of those green eyes moving over him. Clawing emotions twisting to groove into his heaving chest when his thighs twitched slightly in their spread. The action, no matter how small, merely had the brace wrapped around his neck digging in. Pressing annoyingly against him yet he didn't think twice about it. He loved having that gaze on him. Having Hizashi watch him no matter how mundane it could be view.

Whether it was walking out of the bathroom in a towel after a shower or laying sprawled out over the bed in lingerie. When he let himself be sprawled out over the bed with the blonde crawling over him with eyes flicking over him. It was something he absolutely craved. Needed. And it was only made better having that gaze on him when he clenched around the dildo again with another whimper leaving him. Wanting, wanting, wanting. Needing, needing, needing. A thrumming, insistent demand in the back of his mind.

A chant his mind played on loop in that howling voice until he got what he wanted and needed from Hizashi. Longing for the stimulation that he'd been hungry for since his husband plucked up that paddle. Since his collar was put on. He squirmed his hips again with a pull at the restraints that had his legs shaking lightly. A display that had his husband's gaze lifting up to meet his again when he gave a tight nod. Hair rustling over the blanket when he squirmed his hips in vain with a keening whimper flying out of him.

He tightened his grip on the blanket. He was tired of waiting. All night long, with each vicious strike to his skin that left him burning, he'd been told to wait. Wait, wait, wait and he'd get something good from it all. God, it was maddeningly arousing tactic the blonde used whenever they were doing a scene involving punishment. It was wicked of his husband do use that ploy on him tonight. When he knew what he wanted. What he needed. He could die happy. Blissful. There was no better experience than tonight.

Than what his husband was giving him now. And they weren't anywhere close to being done yet. Wriggling his hips in another useless attempt to thrust had that burning gaze flicking down to watch the movement. Squirming, arching, and trying to slide himself as hands reached out once more in that awkward reach. Brushing fingertips over his ass before pulling him apart. Heat ripped with a renewed wave under his skin when thumbs slid over the skin. Tugging at him to spread him open around the dildo.

Gawking at him shamelessly when his husband's mouth dropped open slightly. It had him shuddering when his husband hissed in a breath. Choking. The tug at him had the muscles spasming before he could stop it in what he knew was a twitch. A mortifying twitch that had his husband tugging at him again. Spreading him open around the toy when he twitched around it. Tearing a groan out of him as he gave another impatient squirm of his hips. A reedy whine left the blonde as hands released their hold on him.

Squeezing around that toy, the blonde leaned backwards with fingers clawing over the blanket. Then there was a light click. So small he damn near missed it from the sheer insignificance a sound like that would hold any other time. However, this click had him gasping in a breath only for to fly out on a throaty moan. Throwing his head back to press against the bed beneath him with a rustle of his hair over the comforter. Squirming with another moan flying out of him at the coil of desire twisting into him.

Vicious. Hot. It was by far the slowest speed given it was the first but fuck him if it wasn't good. So good, good, good he could tear up as his legs jerked apart in their restraints. Jerking his hips eagerly as the toy thrusted into him with that slow, lazy speed to get his toes curling. Clenching around it, he could feel the bed dip lightly when Hizashi weighed the machine down carefully. Keeping it stable as it thrusted into him when he moaned up at his husband who watched very twist. Subtle squirms and twists.

Jerk of his hips as he clutched at the blanket with fingers twisting the fabric around them. Holding onto as shivers raced down his back with each slow thrust of the toy into him. The quiet whir of the machine as it did so had his blood burning. Sparks raced under his skin to feed into that blistering heat when he clenched around the toy. Admiring the thickness of it with each slide into him. Giving a delightful rub to his inner walls with each slide. A light squelch punctuating the lazy, slow thrusts of that first setting.

It had his heart hammering against his chest that had him wheezing in his pants. Squirming when he let his gaze flick up to find that burning one on him. Lips parting slightly as if he was fascinated. Awed at the sight of the toy thrusting into him with blonde brows twitching together from that tight squeeze. The blush smothering itself over freckled cheeks as golden locks slithered over freckled shoulders to dangle in front of his chest. The light catching his nipple piercings with cheeky winks at him at random intervals.

Wide eyes burning at him as they locked down between his legs with a rapt attention. The remote dangled from his fingers before being curled into his palm. Squeezed tightly. His rasping, shaking pants were loud in the silence of the bedroom. Mixing in with the rustling blanket with his squirms as he jerked restlessly against that slow speed. The light squelches ringing out that had low moans flying out of him as his own brows squeezed together. Heat ripping up his back only to fan out under his feverish skin.

Had his erection throbbing with shameless drops of pre-come leaking onto his skin. Creating a runny puddle near his navel as his pants raked down his throat. So, so needy. Wanting those soft hands on him. It was agony. It was bliss. There was nothing, nothing, nothing he loved more than this beautiful balance. The rub of that toy against his inner walls with each lazy thrust had him tightening around it delightedly. Squeezing making that squelch ring out as he felt the head of it nudging at his prostate.

Fuck, it sent sparks up his back that had him squirming. It would be a cliché to say that while it was good that nothing felt better than his husband. And while he was certainly biased to Hizashi's size and thickness, he had to admit sometimes toys could do it just as good. Sometimes a dildo could hit the spot just as it would to have Hizashi inside of him. There was no shame in it as the blonde assured him countless times. They could have the healthiest sex life on the planet and they could still have their favorite sex toys.

For him, it was only made better the closer it was to his husband. But there was a rush when he thought of the thicker attachments his husband had bought. Daunting in their size yet the blonde had merely said they could try at a later date. Something to play around with. It had shivers racing up his back at the thought of taking one of the thicker ones. The odder shaped one that Hizashi had seemed all too delighted to see in stock. And yet there was something so good about this one that matched the blonde.

Stretched him out with a thickness that felt so damn good. Left him feeling full as he jerked his hips with another moan flying out of him. Desperate to move, his legs strained against the restraints only to find no give. God, he fucking loves that the blonde had thought to use the thigh restraints that had come with their swing. Especially when he knew the restraints were more for his husband's viewing pleasure than anything. To have a clear view of those lazy thrust of the dildo slipping in and out of him like this.

What would that look like? To see something like that? Oh, it was merely another spark of pleasure that had him squirming with an ecstatic moan. Another twitch against the blanket as that light, consistent squelching rang out in the silence as that gaze burned into him. It had him squirming with another ecstatic, delighted moan up at the blonde. Thrusting his hips down to meet a lazy thrust that had his husband's breath catching audibly. Choked. There was something exciting about it all. Something fucking hot about it.

Unbearably exciting as his racing pants caught a hitch as he successfully met another thrust tearing a whine out of himself. Everything about this merely reinforced that odd feeling that they'd merely added a faceless third participant. Like the night he'd fucked himself with that nine inch dildo in their top drawer. When he had been so confident about fucking himself with it while Hizashi had watched. This felt no different. Not at all. The sight of those eyes locked on him as he giddily delighted in the lazy thrusts.

Knew that Hizashi was watching each thrust as the dildo disappeared into him again and again. Oh, it was a rush he couldn't help sinking into. There was something about it all that had him unbearably hot. Unfairly arousing to him as he twisted against the blanket with the sting of sweat pricking at his skin. He met another lazy thrust with a moan as he used his grip on the blankets to slid himself slightly in a push and pull. Awkward but it had him meeting the thrusts of the machine albeit shallowly. Eager to meet the shallow thrusts.

Proximity be damned as he slid himself over the comforter with a rustle as his pants raked down his throat. Drying it out. He whimpered when he felt the bed shift slightly with the machine inching back slightly to change the depth of the thrusts. A fidget of the placement but it merely lit that flame to move. That desire to meet the lazy thrusts that were rubbing his inner walls so good. Had the muscles spasming in twitches that had his husband groaning above him when he used his grip to slide himself slightly.

Meeting the thrusts as his legs shook lightly up in the air. Burning, burning, burning. Hot, hot, hot. It was easy to fall into a rhythm as he met the lazy thrusts with each shallow slide over the blanket. The squelches of the lube and rubber were deafening as an airy moan flew out of him. Shuddering with a whimper when Hizashi crooned at him wordlessly. Encouragingly sweet. His gaze flicking up instinctively to find that small remote being twirled around in his husband's fingers before that thumb was tracing over a button.

A light click rang out allowing for the lazy speed to be changed. Right as he felt confident, he could meet them it was changed. It had him moaning out with a trace of frustration, yet he couldn't deny he fucking loves it. Forced to change his pace, his rhythm, without notice got him hot. It had him dragging his teeth over his bottom lip once again before biting down it sending a jolt of pain through it. What he'd give to flip onto his knees to better meet the thrusts of that machine. A better position to take more.

To match the new speed that had him moaning enthusiastically at his husband. And he tried. Oh, he tried to slide himself quickly over the bed to meet them. Shuddering at the quick, slick slide that had him squirming as he clutched around the dildo with that familiar spark of pleasure. God, how could something be so thick? It had him giddy at the thought of another thrust only to receive it. Admiring the trembling of his inner walls before he clenched around it giving himself that pleasure. It was hot.

To have those green eyes roaming over him as that dildo thrusted into him quickly. Laid out with his legs spread allowing for them to gawk. Ogle over him. He could spend all night in a scenario like this. He'd let this man twist him up, break him down, and build him up again for hours tonight if they could get away with it. If he could have it. It had him writhing with a keening whimper leaving him as he jerked his hips down to meet that quick speed the best he could. It would be so easy to merely lay there and take it.

To stay still as the machine fucked him with the blonde watching with that intensity but he didn't want too. If anything, it had him more than eager to move in time with thrusts. To give Hizashi something to truly watch as he was fucked by the machine. His erection throbbed against his stomach with a twitch that had his gaze flicking down. Catching as the swollen length jerked up from his stomach with that twitch. The strand of pre-come connecting the head to the slick patch of his stomach.

It came back down to rest against his skin slickly as he whimpered deafeningly. The ring wrapped tight around the base had him insane. Maddening after the blonde had slipped it onto him. How long ago had that been? After the paddle? Or after they finished with the foreplay as a whole? He couldn't remember. It was hard to remember when his foggy mind was all too delighted in memorizing everything happening now rather than an hour ago. Thirty seconds ago. Everything about the scenario was by far the best.

Huffing in his pants, he yanked at the blanket with a while moan flying out of him as he jerked his hips. Slick thrusts threatened to leave him drooling as his hands trembled from that tight hold on the blanket. No touching. It was a ground rule his husband set when they'd started their scene. He couldn't touch himself to which he had readily agreed. Eager to start. Fuck, did he wish he had hindsight. One touch. He only needed one touch. Something to aid it all to make it even better, yet he refused.

Holding himself stiffly as that quiet whir of the machine worked to thrust that dildo into him. His thighs jerked them apart with the brace around his neck to pull at him but he didn't care. Not when he was sliding himself shallowly over the blanket desperately. Trying desperately to meet the thrusts of that machine quickly. What he'd give to feel the hits of his husband's pelvis against him. The feverish heat of him burning into him as he clutched him close, close, close. The words his husband had said earlier stung him.

Coming back to sting at him repeatedly in an endless circle in his mind. Replayed relentlessly like a wasp stinging him. Was he truly desperate for this? Was he truly hungry to have something inside him earlier? Something more than the plug? Possibly. No, there wasn't a possibility of it when it was the truth, was there? When he'd been so excited for this all day long that the buildup merely made him eager. Ready for it. It damn near had him tripping over his feet to get here. To get to the bedroom as fast as they could.

His teeth dug fiercely into his lip before he dragged them over it again causing pain to shriek from the action. His mouth dropping open as his jaw went slack with a cry ripping out of him when he got that perfect angle to brush at his prostate. Clutching around that dildo, he tried to recreate the angle of his hips yet it was hard. Hard to remember what he did right when he hadn't been paying attention. He gasped in a breath when he opened his eyes. Forcing them up, unaware that he'd shut them to begin with.

He lifted his head up curiously when he heard the sound of a button being ripped apart. His gaze focused on his flushed husband before letting it drop down after noting the jerking of his shoulder. Watching fingers ripping at the button to get it out faster before moving to the zipper. Yanking at it with a low curse leaving the blonde. Oh. Oh, how did he completely zone out like that? How did he forget? In all that pleasure, in all that heat, he'd forgotten ever so briefly that his husband was getting off just as much as himself.

Perhaps more given he had that figurative first row seat to all of it. What did it look like? To see a dildo thrusting into him like that? To see him spread out from something other than Hizashi? Thicker than the blonde? It was so easy to forget that his husband loved watching as much as he loved to be watched. It was a balance so easily forgotten about but fuck him if it didn't have that awareness ripping into him. Had him clutching around the dildo with a jerk of his hips. A moan flying out of him in unison with his husband.

Deafening as the sounds with their volume and pitch trembled together to fill that silence. Muffling the squelches of the lube that came with each slick slide. God, it felt so good, good, good. The stretch that demanded space to be made inside of him as he grew accustomed to that thickness of the dildo. Longer than Hizashi by just a bit but fuck did it reach deep into him. Filling him with not a chance of a gap as it slid into him with that addicting slickness that had him clutching around it. All while those green eyes burned at him.

The sound of the zipper being ripped down had him shuddering as his erection twitched. Squirming with a whimper tore out of him with that unmistakable eagerness as he watched the blonde's trembling fingers. It was always mesmerizing to watch the contact appearance of his husband's leather pants giving way. To watch the strain of his erection against his boxers to make an appearance once they were undone. The zipper lowered. And he knew how much Hizashi liked it. He knew exactly what the blonde thought of it.

Hizashi had never been shy about claiming he liked the feeling of zero restriction. That there wasn't a give to the material the way there was with sweatpants. Jeans. With yoga or pajama pants. That the leather pants kept his erection compacted down tightly. Hiding it. That the tight press was agonizing but the blonde liked that ache. It was this knowledge that sent a shiver up his back watching as Hizashi worked his pants down slightly. Grunting with irritation as his legs wiggled restlessly to get the pants down.

Fuck, he'd never not love what those leather pants did to those long legs. Made them look unbearably elegant. Longer than anything while holding a strength to them that had him breathless. Aroused. There was a shift of weight from foot to foot as eyes flickered down when a sharp squelch rang out as he met a thrust. Sliding shallowly had his arms burning from the effort as the muscles flexed but it was worth it. Hardly the hardest thing he had ever done with the positioning. It wasn't the best but it was working.

His legs trembled with muscles jumping with that familiar urge to jerk down to plant onto the bed. To properly move but the restriction had him moaning out delightedly at the reminder. Just like the burning welts along the backs of his thighs. The sensitive areas of his thighs. Feverish heat that throbbed much like his ass and upper back when he moved to much. Irritated the skin. It was a pain that had those shameless moans flying out of him at his husband. Whining. Fueled that fire under his skin with the reminder.

Whimpering in that keening pitch only to watch his husband's Adam's Apple bobbing. Swallowing down his own whines and whimpers back. Trying to keep that upfront Dom image of his while they were in the scene. He fucking loves it. A grunt left his husband when his gaze focused on the lowering of those leather pants from his hips. Catching the dark circle on his boxers from the drops of pre-come soaked into it over the hour of their "punishment". A mere reminder Hizashi found it just as arousing.

That he found it just as much a turn on to be the one to dole it out. It was the same arousal he had to be the one to receive that punishment of his husband's. It had him shuddering when boxers were shoved down enough for his husband's hand to dip into it. The machine wobbled lightly yet it was rectified with a firm push down to stabilize it once more. And yet his gaze was riveted to the sight of his husband easing his erection out carefully. The glint of the light hitting off of those three studs had him riveted.

Sucking in a choked breath far too quickly only for it to rush out of him sharply. A strangled cry that had him twisting against the comforter. Jerking his hips desperately to meet the thrusts of the machine with that slick squelching ringing out when his pants stuttered. Hitching when black nailed fingers slid along the underside of that erection. A droplet of pre-come welled along the slit only to dribble down. Fingers swiping quickly at it when the blonde whined at him. A shrill, ear ringing pitch that had him whimpering back.

He flinched at the sharp jolt of pain his ears gave in response. God, what did that feel like? To deny himself for an hour only to give in? His husband was ever the selfless Dom. Wanting to get him off, get him happy, before resorting to himself. He couldn't remember the title of such a Dom but Hizashi was it. A selfless type of man that would rather he get off first before joining the fray in that pleasure. It had him whimpering in a keening pitch that cracked when he clenched around the dildo ecstatically.

The increased pressure had the squelches to ring out loudly in response to that pressure. Marveling once again over that stretch yet he couldn't take his eyes off of his husband. His shaking legs tried to spread themselves again as he slid over the bed in a shallow up and down motion. Rubbing his aching, burning back over the comforter causing it to burn so fucking good. The marks left behind from the flogger being stimulated again, again, again. It had the nerve endings shrieking with pain firing up to his foggy head.

Trying to get him to stop agitating the area but he couldn't. Couldn't, couldn't, couldn't. Wouldn't. His erection throbbed insistently against his stomach. Howling for just one touch. Just one, one, one. It tore a guttural groan out of himself as his hips jerked upwards eagerly. A shameless thrust into the air rather than down to meet the machine's quick thrusts. The way that flaming gaze of his husband's seemed riveted had him shuddering. Eating him up as he arched his hips slightly with a shallow thrust.

Squirming restlessly, the blonde let out a rasping moan of his own back at him. Husky. He couldn't tear his eyes away. Couldn't stop himself from whimpering insistently as he jiggled his hips up when Hizashi's fingers wrapped around himself. His hand moving slowly as the skin around those winking studs was pulled at tearing a moan from the blonde. It was mesmerizing. Aweing to watch the blonde's hand gradually speeding up from the lazy strokes he'd given himself initially. Had his blood sizzling with the heat.

A heat that had a voice in the back of his mind shrieking for relief. Demanding it as he watched the blonde palm at the head of his erection. The wet sound of his palm rolling over it before sliding back down had him moaning in time with his husband. He jerked his jiggling hips down to meet a thrust of the machine. God, it felt so weird. So weird. As if he had to be ashamed with the thought of this scenario being a third party being with them. To be fucked by something with his husband standing so close?

It had him hot. So hot, hot, hot it should feel wrong. It was a rush instead that had him squirming with a shout when there was a light click of the remote held in his husband's right hand. And oh. Ohhh, it had him throwing his head back at the heat ripping up his back in sizzling sparks. His shout trembling up into a wild wail as he jerked his hands up from their places on the bed with that desperation. To touch- What? What did he want? Where did he want to touch? Such silly questions he had answers to.

He forced his hand to stop at the sharp click leaving his husband as he let out another wail. Jerking his hips up desperately as his hands slammed down against his hips instead. Tight fists trembling against them as he twisted against the comforter with that desire to touch. Just once, once, once is all he needed to satisfy that maddening throbbing driving him insane. Just one touch is all he needed. One. And yet the blonde had made his stance on the rules clear. Had stated them with no chance of misunderstanding.

There was no touching. He couldn't touch himself unless Hizashi said so. He knew if he had too that he could use that safe word. He could how, wail, and shout if he needed to stop this. But he didn't want to. God, he didn't want to stop it now. It was an amazing, agonizing pleasure that had him gasping in his pants that clawed down his throat. His hips jerking up as his nails bit into the skin before he forced them up and away from himself to fight that urge. To listen. It was a simple order his husband had given him.

He was desperate to listen to him. Eager to be good. It had him burning as he threw his hands up above his head to claw fistfuls of the comforter into his grip. Jerking his hips down again, again, again, as he squeezed the balled up comforter in his shaking hands. Clinging on to his anchors as he moved his hips to meet that new blinding speed. Awkward, choppy thrusts on his end being given as he slid slightly. Trying to find his rhythm to meet that blinding speed. Shivering at the gaze leveled on him.

His husband had yet to look away. Had yet to fail on keeping his eyes on him and it had his pants catching on a hitch as he moved quickly. Sparks racing up his back coaxing it to arch up from the bed with a cry as he tightened his grip on the blanket with a restless jerk. Hizashi had done more than deliver. Had done more than he had ever asked. It was an appreciation he needed to show somehow whether it was sexual or merely giving him his favorite meal. He wanted to return that effort anyway he could.

Fuck him, he couldn't get enough of the rush of emotion. The heat sparking up his back in a never ending circuit as he found himself falling into pace with the machine. Shuddering at the blinding speed used as the toy slid effortlessly into him again, again, again. The machine itself angled back enough to give him that damn good depth that had him gnashing his teeth together. Growling out at the pleasure pooling into his stomach as his erection throbbed against his stomach. He couldn't take it much more.

He'd failed to notice it after being so worked up throughout the spankings earlier. Hadn't realized the agony in being unable to touch himself. To rip the ring off to give himself to give himself a break. To help ease that aching throb as his erection dripped against his skin. A running puddle that had him squirming with a whimper tearing out of his tight throat. He was gasping for air with restless twists as his head rolled over the bed. Clenching his jaw briefly when he forced lashes up after blinking.

Locked onto the sight of Hizashi's hand flying over his erection. Hips twitching forward into his own hand as pre-come smeared over his palm. His fingers making them glisten in the low lighting as it acted to aid in slick strokes. It had him shuddering with that fascination keeping his eyes on the blonde. Admiring the softer smatterings of freckles over his skin. The subtle, shallow thrusts into his own hand as blonde locks clung to the thin sheen of sweat breaking over his skin. Hizashi was an absolute work of art.

His gaze was riveted to that hand flying over himself. Stroking from base to head, it twisted and curved lazily as compared to the fast speed of the strokes themselves. It had him sizzling It was damn hot watching his husband at the edge of the bed with an arm braced over the machine to keep it still. Such a simplistic set up with four sleek bars to balance it no matter the surface it was on. A bit of pressure to keep it from bouncing over the bed and it was perfect. E Those fast thrusts had him burning up.

Such a small machine with so much power to thrust that dildo into him so quickly. Identical to how Hizashi would be slamming into him. The only thing it truly lacked was that hard impact. It had him huffing his pants in with rasping hitches as he tugged at the comforter when his husband's gaze met his. Burning. Sizzling. It was hungry the way his husband stared at him just like before, yet it had him whimpering. Arching his hips up with that silent plea. The unspoken invitation to do as he pleased tonight as well.

It was a plan they both came in on where it gave them leeway to do what they wanted with alternatives worked into it. The offer to back out of something they didn't like with no judgement. A deal made that Hizashi could replace the machine any time he pleased and he'd happily accept anything at this point. Whatever he could get, he'd fucking take it for as long as he could. A rasping, snapping groan ripped out of his husband then as that hand flew over his erection with his other clutching at the machine like an anchor.

A base as he watched the light catch then wink at him from those studs of his. Pre-come gathered on his palm and fingers being spread over the metal giving them that glistening appearance. It was fucking aweing. Sexy. Arousing. To watch his husband's palm brush carelessly over his piercing as a moan flew from the blonde. It was exciting to watch. To gawk, marvel, and ogle over the sight of Hizashi touching himself. There was a beauty to it that he coudln't stop hismelf from being riveted too.

"Fu-Fuck, look at you! Yo-You really like that, huh? You like being fucked by something with me watching, kitten? Li-Like that I know how fuckin' hard you're getting off on this? Such a desperate thing you are, aren't you? Moaning so fucking loud I bet if I opened that window everyone in the goddamn neighborhood would hear you! And you'd still like it, wo-wouldn't you? Screamin' for me so loud our neighbors know how much you love what Daddy does for you? That you love being used up? Fucked like a slut?"

"Yes! Yes, yes, yes! Fuckin' yes! Ah! Mmm! Li-Like it! Like ha-havin' you watch! I just- Nnn! Oh! Want you! Want you so fu-fucking bad! Please! Please, Daddy, take it off! Ta-Take the ring off, please? Wanna cu-cum with you! It's- Nnghn! Ah! Ah, ah, ah! I can't-! God, I-I want you in me! Wanna feel you po-pounding into me! Fucking me so goood! Ma-Makin' me limp tomorrow! Ruin me! Ohhh, shit! Shit, I-I want it off! Off, Daddy, please! Fuck me? Fu-Fuck me, Daddy, please? To-Touch me?"

"God, are you that desperate for my cock, kitten? You want me that bad, huh? What are you? Some kind of animal for it? Ne-Need me to fuck you like you're no better than a fucking animal in heat? Is that what you need from me, kitten? Do you really think I'd give it up so easily? I bet you want it to be like that, wouldn't you? To give an entitled brat like you exactly what you want when you want it? You think if you spread your legs and arch your back it'll get you what you want? Pout and bat your lashes that I'll cave?"

"I-I do! Am! I wa-want it! Want it so bad! Want you! Pl-Please! I want to cu-cum! Hurts! I want it off! Touch me, please, please! I-It feels good but I want mo-more! More, more, Daddy, please! Gimme more? Gi-Give'em a reason to send me home tomorrow! Ma-Make me fucking hoarse! I want it! I want you to to-touch me! Pound me into the fuckin' bed 'til I can't take it! Fuck me af-after the machine is off! Fill me up! Just please! Please, Daddy! I want it off so fucking please! Take it off! Now! I want- Fuck!"

It was always embarrassing hearing his voice come out so shrilly. Breathless. The yelp tore out of him only to crest up on a cry when Hizashi moved wi h a sudden speed. Twisting as that slick hand cracking down on his inner thigh. It had pain firing under his skin tearing another shrill cry out of him. "Who the fuck do you think you are demanding things of me, huh? Demanding my cock then for me to touch you? For me to take it off? You respect Daddy and you listen, you hear me? Or do you want another spanking?"

Fuck. Him. It had him twisting with a desperate slid down to meet the machine urgently as he clenched around that dildo. Sparks of heat racing up his back at that pleasure from the action as he gasped. "Yes! Yes, yes, I he-hear you! I ju-just can't! Can't take it an-anymore! I want mo-more! Ne-Need it harder! Fuck, please, please! Daddy, please, touch me? I wa-want to make you cum! Wa-Wanna choke on your fuckin' cock! I'll le-let you cum down my throat! Please? Please, Daddy?"

"Mmm, I-I bet anything that the only reason you act up is because you know what it gets you, don't you? Because your a slut for punishment, aren't you? You know I'll spank your ass until it glows like it is now and you can't sit properly! You know it's because I'll fuck that shitty, bratty attitude right out of you! Tell me, kitten, can't you live without my cock in you for one night? Do you think you could convince me why a babbling cockslut like yourself deserves to cum? Can you tell me why I should let you?"

Oh, oh, now that did something for him. Had him gasping on a choked breath at the spark settling into his lower stomach. A pressure waiting to receive the stimulation it needed to twist into what he knew would be an orgasm. It had him twisting impatiently when that slick hand came down on his inner thigh again. Grabbing at the area tearing another cry out of him at the heat ripping under his skin. Eating him up. There was something so fucking amazing hearing his husband's voice pitching down like that.

To hear it drop into that low, gravely growl that had him dangling by a thread. A whim. Paired with that flaming, blistering heat in his gaze it had him snapping to attention. Willing to do anything if it meant having those hands on him. That gaze on him tonight. To give and receive that pleasure he needed badly. It had him shuddering as he squirmed in between the downward thrusts of his hips as fingers dug into his thigh. Writhing with a choked gasp at shrieking, fiery pain that had him burning hotter, hotter, hotter.

It should be shameful how fast he became putty in this man's hands from a few harsh words that had him weightless. Floating. Desperate. The slicks squelches of the thrusts had him clutching up around the thick toy had him moaning out in that shrill volume. Pressing his head back to the bed with an eager buck of his hips upwards only to give an impatient jiggle. Whimpering when that hand slid up to the juncture between his groin and his thigh. His pants caught in his throat when the blonde pressed a button.

Turning the machine off.

A wail choked itself out of him as his hips moved to buck down against the stilling toy with a twist of that unrecognizable emotion. Despair? Desperation? What was it? He had not a clue other than it had him whimpering. Squirming. Clenching fiercely around the dildo as it was eased backwards slowly. A vain attempt to keep it inside yet he knew it was hopeless. Impossible as the dildo slid out of him with a slick squelch. Inner walls clamping together in a twitch as he clenched up again out of that pure habit.

The instinctive clutch that had him whining when a groan left his husband. A husky sound that had him arching his hips up as his legs pressed against the restraints. The machine was eased off of the edge of the bed to the floor with a muffled thud that had his husband cursing. Hissing when there were a few clicks followed by another, smaller thud as the machine was fiddled with. It was quickly abandoned, however, in favor of his husband grabbing gently at his legs. Tugging him carefully to the edge of the bed.

Fingers brushed up shaking thighs where they then plucked at the restraints. Working them off allowing him to stretch his aching legs out. Groaning at the relief that flowed through his muscles when hands reached for his. Tugging him upwards gently into a sitting position as his legs dropped down. He couldn't help another low groan as he looked down at the new positioning of the machine curiously. It was sitting as close to the the edge of the bed as possible with it positioned an at angled, upwards slant.

He tore his gaze away when Hizashi tugged him up onto his feet only to turn him around. Coaxing him back up onto the bed did it click. It hit him in a rush that had him gasping in a sharp breath that his husband hummed softly. Hands slid along his waist as his throbbing erection twitched with that excitement. His stomach was a slick mess that had him whimpering when he climbed up. Positioned close to the edge of their bed carefully. Feet dangling off slightly, it was hardly a spot that had him genuinely worried.

However, he did fear that he could fall off if he wasn't careful. He fidgeted in his spot when Hizashi's hands slid down to grab then angle his hips backwards carefully. He should have known. Figured at some point tonight that the positions would be changed. The box for the sex machine did advertised four different angles which made sense to him now. Shone a light on why Hizashi was dead set on getting this one. Four different positions and angles to be used from standing penguin, to cowgirl, doggy and missionary.

All proudly displayed on the box much to his then mortification. This, if he had to guess from looks alone, was the first angle. He caught a few grunts from his husband followed by a light thud. Light clicks as it was fussed with before being locked into place when fingers brushed over his cheeks lightly. Throbbing rather than burning as they had been moments ago. Were bruises forming? Or was it simply aching as they always did? He didn't know but fuck if it didn't get his pounding heart jumping to his throat.

He swallowed before reaching a hand back to grab at a cheek then pulling at it to spread himself open. Felt the hand on his right cheek pulling gently when he hissed in a breath at the light nudge of the dildo's head against him once again. Angling back carefully, there was another click that had it pressing firmly against him. Shivers raced up his back when he took a trembling breath to calm his fluttering stomach. What was the plan now? He couldn't remember. If he was free of his restraints then what did Hizashi want?

His fingers dug into his skin in a squeeze that had the pain throbbing through his cheek. Holding himself still when he felt the machine rise up again with hands reaching out one more. Soft palms brushing over his skin as his hips were tugged just a bit lower. Making it easier on them both when the height of the machine was adjusted. Clicking into place. Heat rushed up his back before pooling into his stomach at the nudge. The press that remained firm with a consistent push until there was a give much like the first time.

And God, it sent shivers racing over him at how easily the dildo slid into him again with little resistance. Whining at the squelch of the lube when he squeezed around it once more with that awe. The fascination over the thickness of the silicone toy when he felt the blonde plucking up what he had to guess was the remote judging by the light clatter. It had his trembling pants racing with that strangling exhilaration when he felt fingers combing through his hair with gentle tugs. Scratching at his scalp softly.

An affection given to him after such intensity threatened to make him melt. To become a puddle under this blonde's grasp if he wasn't careful. But he truly was soaring already, wasn't he? Weightless in his own body as his head swam lazily. In and out, in and out of that awareness that had him shuddering. As if he were hanging on by a thin tether that would snap any moment if it was done just right. What "it" was he had not a clue. None. But he knew with the second half of their scene coming soon that it would do him in.

Shivering, he swallowed down a whine as his head was tilted back. Lips then pressed softly to his forehead to which he let his eye shut. Lashes fluttering against his hot cheeks when he got another soft kiss followed by fingers combing through his hair again before working them out. He let his head raise up when he heard a light click. A keening whimper left him despite his best attempts to swallow it when the machine powered to life. Listening to a few clicks of the remote in his husband's hand. Bringing them right back to that speed.

Right where they had left off before they had stopped to adjust. It had him moaning at the sparks of he at racing up his back as that speed had his hips twitching down. Jerking to meet a few thrusts clumsily yet that speed was blinding. The depth of it felt so much better than the previous depth when he'd been on his back. God, it felt fucking good. It was always he best fucking thing when they picked up where they left off. To continue as if they had never stopped. Squirming cautiously in his spot, a moan tore out of him.

Deafening as he tried to jerk his hips down again. Listening to the soft thuds of his husband's boots moving over the carpeted floor. Shuddering at the quiet whir of the machine and the slick squelches mixing in with the muted thumps. A melody of sounds that had anticipation racing under his skin making his pants shorten. Racing. He forced his lashes up to find Hizashi making his way around the bed. Blonde locks swaying and fluttering over his shoulders from the long, brisk strides he took around it.

The blonde came to a stop at the left side of the bed with an intensity to that gaze. A wicked sparkle that had him whining as his thighs twitched before spreading slightly allowing his knees to slide over the blanket. His erection twitched with that insistent throbbing screaming at him to get the ring off, off, off. That he couldn't take this much more with the stiffness to his erection. The engorged tightness as it twitched against his skin with that consistent leaking. That voice howling for him to do something.

Anything to get it off. God, he could only imagine the release he'd get if he so much as lifted the ring an inch. Allowed himself that relief to the pressure that was going nowhere but up. It was fascinating watching Hizashi kick off the treasured spiked boots that he always wore during their scenes. Working them off one at a time, he straightened up with hands pressing into the bed. And he happily squirmed with that twist of eagerness as he let himself sink. Arching back to jerk his hips in another attempt to meet the thrusts.

Squeezing around that dildo causing that squelching to crest up in volume from the change. It was tempting, tempting, tempting to throw caution to the wind. To do what he wanted when he wanted too as his toes curled from that pleasure. The subtle, shifting bounces back to meet the dildo as his feet wriggled restlessly beneath him. Moving his hips in awkward, clumsy thrusts down yet it had that gaze flaming at him. Hungry. Lustful. It had him breathless as his pants raked down his throat when he whimpered.

Holding a hand out towards the blonde as he then curled his fingers. Watching with that unbridled delight as the blonde heaved himself up onto the bed. Pausing briefly with the remote held tightly in his left hand, he watched that awkward crawl over as blonde locks spilled forward. Brushing against flushed cheeks while his husband made his way over to him. Squirming, he reached a hand out towards the blonde when he got that wide grin curling over twitching lips. A wicked sight when his husband pushed himself up.

Settling onto his his knees with a wobble before dropping back onto his heels. Easy reaching distance, he whined at the blonde shrilly only to have that grin widening. That wicked sparkle had his trembling breaths stuttering on their way down. His gaze then dropped down instinctively when hips arched forward with knees sliding over the blanket. It was cliché. Horribly, disgustingly cliché the way his mouth watered when presented with the sight of his husband's erection. At the sight of it curved up to rest against his stomach.

Noting a drop of pre-come welled along the slit as it twitched. The light catching the studs in a playful wink that had him squirming with his hands pressing to the bed. Leaning forward as hips again arched forward when his husband's head tilted slightly. Blonde locks swaying with the movement as he lifted his gaze up to meet that flaming one. "What are you waiting for? You said you wanted to make me cum, didn't you? Well, get to work then! Fucking suck Daddy's cock, kitten."

He didn't need to be told twice. Didn't need Hizashi to swat, whip or paddle his understanding until his skin was blistering with that feverish heat driving him insane. Allowing that discomfort to creep in ever so slightly but he didn't need that coaxing to lean forward as his husband shuffled forward. It didn't stop him from bending down carefully as a groan ripped out of him when he reached out. Wrapping his fingers around the base of Hizashi's erection. Giving a curious stroke that had the blonde sucking in a hissing breath.

Shuddering when he gave a few more experimental strokes. Coming up to swipe at drops welling along the slit before sliding his hand back down to the base as he leaned forward. A tight, hunched position that had his legs shaking lightly beneath him with the pinned position. He pressed his lips softly in fluttering kisses over his husband's erection with eagerness ripping up to the surface to strangle him. Soft kisses along the sides of it as he kneaded at the base when fingers slid into his hair to clutch at the locks.

Twisting into it with a tight pull that merely sent sparks of heat down his back. Had him whimpering as he parted his lips to place an open mouthed kiss below the head of his erection earning himself an arch of those hips. He sucked gently at the spot with a swirl of his tongue to the skin before lifting his mouth and moving down. Placing another opened-mouthed kiss to the side of it as he slid his hand up in a lazy stroke. Curving his hand before squeezing his fingers to hold onto that twitching erection.

Pressing it lightly to his lips as he happily targeted areas he had seconds ago. Replacing the fluttering kisses with open-mouthed ones. Leaving glistening, shining patches behind as he sucked at the stiff skin with a flutter to his stomach when that erection twitched against his lips. In his grasp. He slid down towards that top stud where he happily placed another kiss to it the area. Lifting his gaze to find that burning on one him as hips arched forward to press against his lips. Watching teeth bit down on that bottom lip.

Blonde brows twitching together as red frames slipped down his nose. That deep blush smothering itself over freckled cheeks causing them to melt into the color. The hunger in his husband's gaze as teeth bit down on that bottom lip? Oh, it sent shivers down his back. He was fucking beautiful. Something he could stare at all night without tiring of it. The same way he'd been fascinated by that wild, flushed appearance after the flogger had come down for the last time. God, he couldn't get enough of this.

There was nothing better than watching the desire twist on that flushed face as he moved. Pressing his mouth to a new spot as he sucked gently at the skin above that piercing before swirling his tongue. Lifting his mouth with a pecking kiss, he then shifted down lower to a new spot. As low as he dared when he jerked his hips down in a shallow bouncing rhythm that had the bed wobbling beneath him. Struggling to stay still as that dildo was slammed up into him tearing whines and whimpers from him.

Vibrations that had his husband shuddering when he pressed another open-mouthed kiss alongside the piercings. Sliding his hand up towards the head, fingers swiping over the head to smear a droplet of pre-come preparing to drip down. Swirling lazy circles into it with his thumb, he giddily pressed another kiss down below the piercings. Humming against the skin as he suckled earned him a wild moan from his husband who fidgeted. Squirming as fingers tightened in his hair with a fierce grip that pulled tightly.

And it had him moaning back at the blonde when his mouth was pressed tightly to that twitching erection. Suckling softly at the skin, he swirled his tongue against it when he got a sharp yank on his hair. Moving from the spot with a kiss to the wet patch, he then moved towards to the base to give an open-mouthed kiss to it. Suckling at the skin before lifting his mouth up after swirling his tongue to the skin as he let out a shuddering breath. Fuck him, he was eager. Excited. He wanted nothing more than that rough treatment.

The ruthlessness his husband knew he could take whether he was in or out of subspace. A strict grip on him with peppered approvals. The praise he sought after. He flattened his tongue against the base of that twitching erection when fingers yanked at his hair insistently. And he happily licked his way up the underside, grinding his tongue to the piercings as he slid upwards. Stopping just below the underside of the head of his erection which earned him a shiver worthy, snapping moan from his husband.

Fingers yanked at his hair fiercely sending sparks of heat down his back. So hot, hot, hot as he keened out another moan when he moved his hand down. Squeezing at the twitching erection as he played with the ball of a piercing with his thumb cautiously. Lapping his tongue over the head. Giving a swirl over the head before grinding the middle of his tongue against the leaking slit had hips bucking up when he huffed out a breath. He was burning, burning, burning. The slick squelches of that thrusting dildo into him.

He was all too giddy to clench around that toy fiercely with a sharp thrust down against it. Trying to keep the rest of him still as he tried to bounce his hips down to meet that wild, slamming speed up into him. Tearing the huffing, breathless whines out of him. Crackling whimpers that squeezed their way out of his tight throat as he swirled his tongue over the head again. Targeting the ridge of it had that blonde head falling back when a shiver raced down his back. It was wicked but he fucking loves teasing this man.

Getting in one playful action when he could during scenes. Lapping his tongue over the head again, he caught that faint bitter taste as he licked away a drop of pre-come. It had shivers racing down his back when he closed his mouth then to press a kiss to the head of his erection. The blonde gave another sharp yank with a low groan. Encouraging him silently. Felt hips arching up to nudge the head of his erection against his lips which he happily took the silent demand for what it was. The request to return that pleasure.

Something he was more than happy to give. He opened his mouth to lap his tongue over the head before moving down to cover the head. Suckling softly, idly at it as he swirled his tongue against it before lapping at the slit had his husband moaning. Oh, it had him groaning back at the blonde when he squirmed his hips before trying to meet those fast thrusts again. His head was swimming. The heat blistering through his very veins was leaving him feverish. Leaving him unbearably hot with each slick thrust of the machine.

God, the thickness of it felt so fucking good. The stretch that kept him spread open as the head of that toy nudged playfully in a touch and go hit against his prostate. It all depended on the angle of his hips when he was jerking down but fuck if it didn't feel amazing. To feel so full as he suckled at the head of his husband's erection. Leaving him hotter than anything at the sensations. Boiling in his own skin as he squeezed at the blonde's twitching erection when the hand in his hair squeezed to give that consistent pull.

A tug on his scalp that had him moaning as he let himself slid downwards with that twist of excitement at the moans it got him in return. Ringing with a quiet, subtle note of relief to it the further down he went on that erection. Swallowing to keep himself from drooling when his mouth pooled with saliva. Watering as he sank down with fingers tugging sharply at his hair in idle plucks. Twisting strands that had him clutching at the blankets to fight that urge to grab at his ignored erection. Throbbing, throbbing, throbbing.

Screaming, shrieking, howling for him to do something about it. That he needed that ring off, yet he couldn't speak. Couldn't do little more than plead with a gaze alone. And with his husband's head thrown back, it made that impossible to convey save for a few bucks of his hips. Whining around his husband as he sank down to that halfway point of his. Right above that piercing with its light touch to his bottom lip as he swallowed around that twitching erection. Shuddering as it weighed his tongue down.

The head just barely nudging at the back of his throat. A drip landing on the back of his tongue with its bitter taste spreading over the area. It had him whining again when he looked up to watch that blonde head raise lazily. That lustful look glinting in his husband's eyes. Hot. Burning at him when the blonde groaned lowly at him with a husky note. Shuddering when he felt the hand in his hair tightening. He gave another impatient shake to his hips that rattled the machine lightly prompting him to stop.

Bucking them forward as his thighs spread cautiously again with a whimper leaving him. Muffled around his husband's twitching erection. How long could one man burn for? How long would Hizashi make him burn alive? Boil in his skin until nothing more was left? Until he finally, finally, finally burst into flames? There was a lust, a temptation, to that gaze when he tried to angle his hips slightly to get that thrusting toy to hit his prostate. Searching eagerly for the sparks of heat he so desperately wanted.

Dropping his hips down lower with another wiggle when the hand in his hair was tightening. He swallowed around Hizashi earning himself a twitch of his erection as it weighed his tongue down. He tried desperately to move his tongue along the underside as he felt that piercing hit off his teeth. Clicking lightly as he tried to relax his jaw further with a few deep breaths. Much like his throat. He needed only one second but God if that temptation didn't have him curious. Have him wanting to sink lower on his husband.

All he needed-

The hand in his hair suddenly move to shove him down towards his husband's pelvis quickly. Flying down his erection, a fierce gag erupted out of him as his right hand flew up to clutch at his husband's thigh. Nails dragging uselessly over the leather of his pants as he bottomed out. Pressed tightly to his pelvis when he gagged again with tears pricking at the corner of his eyes. He tried to find a hold on his thigh when a third gag ripped over him when hips ground up weakly against his lips as he huffed shallowly.

Shuddering at the keening burst of a moan left his husband. Trembling at it crested up in pitch when he tried swallowing around him. Trying to soothe the waves of nausea triggered by those gags. His hips bounced weakly to meet that wild slamming in awkward thrusts but it damn near had him unraveling. Burning when nails clawed over his scalp. It had his back arching slightly as his hips jerked backwards desperately to meet the thrusts of the machine. Awkward thrusts that were evening themselves out ever so slightly.

But he couldn't focus. Couldn't concentrate enough when he was swallowing frantically around his husband's erection. Fuck him, it felt good. It felt so, so good that erection sliding down his throat. Filling it up leaving him with wisps of desperate breaths through his nose as he clung to his husband's thigh. Squeezing at him when the hand in his hair flexed out before curling with a new fistful. A hold on it as he was slid up towards the head where he gasped in his breaths quickly. Dragging them down frantically.

And he squeezed his eyes shut as he was slammed back down towards the base. Feeling the impact of hips snapping up that had him gagging again. Nowhere near as that initial gag but it had him squirming. Fidgeting with that wave of nausea that came with it as he swallowed frantically to soothe it. God, it felt so fucking amazing. So good, good, good to have his throat clogged up. To be shoved down his husband's erection without a drop of mercy. It had his lashes fluttering against hot cheeks frantically.

He moaned around his husband's erection shamelessly with that silent encouragement. Pleading. Begging. Squirming eagerly when the hand in his hair yanked him up again only to shove him down fiercely. Pinning him down to the base of his erection as he huffed his wisps of air frantically. Trying to breathe around his husband's erection as coarse, neatly groomed pubic hairs tickled his nose lightly. It lit a fire in his stomach as he swallowed around his husband. Lit ablaze from the inside out. He felt the blonde's left hand lift up.

Weaving into his hair then with a tight grasp that had him whimpering wildly. Eagerly. He wanted that brutal blowjob his husband always threw him into. Wanted to be force down to the base again, again, again. To have his throat crammed with his erection as he huffed desperately. Hands slid him up towards the head as he gasped in his air desperately through his nose. Suckling at the head in between, he lapped his tongue against the slit to smear away a droplet of pre-come. And then he was flying back down.

It was a pleasure like no fucking other to feel that erection sliding in and out of his throat. Pinning his tongue down. He struggled to let himself relax as hands pulled and shoved him when he tried to keep his jaw slack. Open wide when piercings clicked over his teeth lightly tearing another moan out of him. Echoed above him in a snapping growl when he gagged weakly down at the base once more. He then squeezed fiercely at that trembling, leather clad thigh with nails digging into the material of his pants.

Holding onto him the best he could as his hips moved quickly in time with the machine. Eager, shallow bounces down to which he rocked forward on his knees to keep from teetering back. A back and forth that worked perfectly even if his thrusts missed once or twice. But did it matter if he met every single thrust? Met them every single time? There was no one to judge. To care because it felt fucking amazing either way. Fantastic. It had him euphoric at that odd rush of feeling hitting him once again.

As if there truly was a third, faceless person with them. Fucking him just as enthusiastically as his husband would. Squirming his hips down, the hands in his hair began to yank him up and down, up and down, up and down that twitching erection. An easy rhythm that allowed him to huff in his breaths each time he neared the top. And he happily threw himself into moving his tongue each time he was brought upwards. Lapping, grinding, and rubbing his tongue against the line of piercings tearing ear ringing moans from his husband.

Lifted up far enough to frantically suckle at the dripping head of his erection. Swirling his tongue against it as tears clung to his lashes when he was shoved back down. Grinding his tongue to the piercings before they could click of his teeth had his husband moaning above him with such unbridled delight. Pleasure. It had him shuddering as he found himself sinking, sinking, sinking. Drowning under that floating euphoria from that wildly thrusting dildo. Thrusts punctuated with squelches that sent shivers up his back.

The rough treatment as his head was forced from head to base without a drop of mercy. Suckling, swallowing, choking around that erection as he clung to his husband's thigh. It was heaven. It was hell. The itch to his lungs when he gagged left him breathless but he'd be damned if he said a thing. Not yet, not yet. Swallowing frantically to keep from drooling over his husband, he was forced along that twitching erection. Pinning his tongue down at the head slammed against the back of his throat before sliding down his throat.

Choking him. Leaving not a chance of air to get down each time he was slammed to the base. Hips grinding fervently against his lips when he was pinned to his husband's pelvis. Blonde pubic hairs tickling his nose had his lashes fluttering against his hot cheeks. His erection was throbbing fervently with twitches as drops smeared against his stomach with the twitches. It wasn't hard to imagine the drops that didn't get smeared into it would instead drip down to the comforter beneath them. Making a wet spot onto it no doubt.

He dug his knees into it the mattress to aid in those shallow bounces of his hips delightedly. It was a dangerous balance he was in but it was fucking exciting. He clung to his husband as his head was shoved and pulled without a single drop of that mercy. Ruthless. This was his favorite fucking blowjob he could give. His favorite thing Hizashi could do for him. When the control was taken leaving him to merely hold on as he gulped breaths when he could. Sucking his breaths through his nose frantically.

Gasping his breath in before he was shoved down to the base. Sucking at that twitching erection was a delight as he swallowed at him once he was shoved down to the base. His scalp was shrieking with pain, yet he happily ignored it when that speed was increasing allowing him to fly up and down. Sucking, lapping, and swallowing around his husband delightedly. It had the blonde moaning with such enthusiasm above him had him shuddering. Moaning back at his husband when he had the air to do so.

Electric. Burning when fingers tightened in his hair sending sparks down his back that fanned under his skin. Oh, it wad amazing. He'd happily, delighted, giddily get on his knees for this man whenever he could. Let Hizashi choke him with his dick anytime he fucking wanted. Anything to get the sensation of him sliding into his mouth. Down his throat as his tongue was pinned down allowing him to wiggle it up against those piercings. Rubbing over the top of his pinned tongue with each thrust of his husband's hips.

He whimpered wildly when he was shoved down to the base once again. Hips ground up desperately against his lips. It was a unique, addicting sensation to have Hizashi down his throat. To feel him twitching as he sat down his throat with the threat of making him gag again. The feeling of his throat being stuffed so full that it was a miracle he got even a wisp of air down. It was a pleasure he couldn't get enough of it. The warmth radiating off of his husband's skin when he happily buried his nose into the wiry blonde hairs.

Sliding his hand up from his husband's leather clad thigh with a breathless, muffled whimper around his husband's erection. Gulping at him when he happily struck up a rocking rhythm on his knees. A subtle back and forth, back and forth, back and forth that allowed him to move with the machine. He was in bliss. It would only be made better if there was a fourth person. A fourth to gulp and swallow around his erection that remained neglected as his legs trembled beneath him. To give him that identical pleasure.

Hips ground against his lips eagerly when he was yanked up with pain ripping over his scalp as Hizashi's hips began to snap up when he was slammed down. A rough thrust that had him moaning ecstatically as Hizashi clutched at his hair painfully. Shoving him up and down as that swimming, dizzying sensation threatened to choke him. Eager for more, more, more from the blonde as he thrusted into his mouth. Ruthless hits that had his erection sliding down his throat faster than simply being shoved to his pelvis.

And it was burning him up. There was a rush in having Hizashi fuck his throat so brutally. Ruthlessly. It had him breathless as his husband slid down his throat with hips striking his mouth sending another pooling of pleasure into his stomach. Hot, hot, hot as he found the focused to slide his hand back. Grabbing at his husband's leather clad ass with a hard, strong squeeze to it. He knew the scene was to let Hizashi have that control. To let him be the Dom and let him enjoy his submissive role for the night.

To trust in his husband to take care of it all tonight. To take care of him. But he wanted to do something to return that pleasure and stimulation to his husband. He was getting more than enough stimulation with each rock on his knees as he bounced his hips back. The least he could do was something no matter how mundane, right? Squeezing at his husband's ass had the blonde throwing his head back on a howl. It had his ears throbbing fiercely with a bolt of pain from the sudden burst of sound leaving his husband.

Felt the blonde flinching at the feedback on his hearing aids but it was forgotten rather quickly. He was slammed eagerly down to his husband's pelvis. Hips pounding against him induced that dizzying sensation. Spinning. He clung onto the howling blonde when he heard a rattle of the smaller items around their bedroom. The lamp shades. He didn't give a damn. All that mattered was getting that damn cock ring off. In getting the orgasm he felt twisting into his lower stomach with each slamming thrust of that dildo into him.

The hit of those hips striking against his mouth as hands forced him down to his husband's pelvis. It had his erection throbbing erratically against his stomach as he then yanked at his husband. Coaxing him forward harder, harder, harder. Faster. Choking him with his erection as he swallowed, gulped, and sucked at him when he flew down to the base. Suckling at the head with fervent grinds of his tongue to that dripping slit as keening moans spilled from his husband. Throaty, snapping growls flying out of him.

Whimpers, whines, and groans finally breaking out of that stoic Dom façade his husband clung to during their scenes. Half slurred praises in English flying out of the blonde peppered with panted cries of his name. It all sent shivers down his back. Had him burning. He couldn't take it. The light erratic throbbing of his husband's erection weighing down his tongue had him sucking frantically. Gulping around him as he felt that spark in his stomach twisting tight, tight, tight. A coal sinking into him with a burning intensity.

An orgasm finally twisting through him agonizingly slowly as he squirmed with hips jerking down eagerly. Chasing after the pleasure weighing into that orgasm as he huffed through his nose. Clinging to his husband's ass as he yanked him forward again, again, again. Moaning at the fullness of that erection sliding down his throat effortlessly with each downwards slam to his husband's pelvis. Nowhere near relaxed as he would be if he'd taken his time but it was easy to think around the gag worthy reactions.

To huff and swallow to soothe that reaction down as he suckled desperately at his husband. He could feel drops of saliva welling in the corners of his mouth that seemed to drip down his chin quickly. Slurping as he tried to swallow quickly yet each gulp and swallow brought with it an ache in his throat. Promising to make him hoarse tomorrow. Diving down eagerly, he found his husband was hardly yanking but rather holding onto him to push down. Slamming hips up instead to meet his downward fly to the base out of that eagerness.

Sucking fervently at his husband as huffing gasps fed into moans straining higher, higher, higher as hands clutched at his hair. Pulling taut at him as he bobbed his head delightedly with another squeeze to his husband's ass as writhed on his knees. Arching his hips down as low as he dared to rock himself faster on his knees. Listening to the slick squelches rang out with each backwards swing. God, he couldn't take this. Burning so hot, hot, hot with every combustible part of him flaming with that feverish heat.

How long would it take Hizashi? How long had he been depriving himself of anything? To keep from jerking himself off as he had minutes ago when he'd been on his back? It made him hot. Burning. Scalding. He moved his tongue to stimulate those piercings earning himself another howl of his name followed by that garbled English. His name, his nickname, dripping out of his husband in a mess of praised English. Inspiring him to dive down to the base faster, faster, faster as he gave up on swallowing.

Rather, he ignored the thin dribbles of saliva that rolled down his chin. Ignoring it in favor of sucking at his husband's erection as that throbbing sent shivers down his back. It wouldn't take much. Wouldn't take much for himself as he rocked eagerly to meet the thrusts of that toy. Riding it for all his worth as sparks burst up his back with perfect hits to his prostate in intervals. That knot was growing tighter, tighter, tighter in his stomach. He needed it. Wanted it. Had to have it. Or he'd drown. Suffocate.

Die under that orgasm mounting that had his erection throbbing desperately. So damn swollen he couldn't stand it a moment longer. Can't. He dove down to the base of his husband's erection, gulping around him as he rocked shallowly backwards with his hair brushing annoying at his hot face. Whining around his husband as he continued those hard swallows that had his husband gasping above him. Hands tightening in his hair sending pain shrieking over his scalp. Shivering as hips ground desperately against his lips.

He pulled back then used his grip on the blonde's ass to slam hips forward against himself with a hard squeeze to his husband. And it was it. He heard a frantic, gasped warning as hands yanked him to pull him up, yet he refused. Refused, refused, refused to move as he wrapped his arm around Hizashi's waist. The blonde cried out when he squeezed himself closer. despite hands yanking desperately at him. Trying to force him up yet he refused to move. He instead tightened his arm around his husband's waist.

Sucking fiercely at him as he hummed hard as he could tearing another wail from his husband as hands jerked. Pain ripped over his scalp tearing a moan out of himself as he pinned himself against Hizashi's pelvis. nd he could feel the trembling flex of his stomach. The tremble to those thighs as they tensed up with the rest of the blonde. It was something he normally didn't indulge in. The throbbing erection twitched frantically as he began swallowing around him. He couldn't taste what never touched his tongue, now could he?

While it was a bit nauseating given, he wasn't the biggest fan of swallowing, it didn't matter. Not now nor later. He swallowed, swallowed, swallowed the hot spurs to keep from choking. Inhaling it somehow. All as his husband shook with nails raking over his scalp as his pants flew through his nose. Rasping. He felt fucking euphoric. As if he had somehow, in some little way, had been used. Forced to swallow when he'd merely suggested it in a slurred comment. Was this how Hizashi had felt during their watersports attempt?

Gulping down what was offered? Being used in an odd, twisted way? He couldn't grasp it. Couldn't think when he felt a fresh burst of heat fanning beneath his skin as his stomach flexed intermittently. Preemptively as his hips jerked back desperately when his thighs began to clench in that similar way. Uncertain. Shaking as he teetered on that orgasm twisting in his stomach. Waiting. Tormenting him as he balanced on the cusp of so close, so close, so close. It was right there yet he had to fight it somehow.

Wait even if it was agony. Knowing he was shaking from that sensation waiting to burst over him. Had him aching when his husband whimpered his name above him desperately. A crooning praise. A huffing gasp. It was killing him to remain teetering on his edge as he felt trails rushing down his chin. An over abundance of come somehow or drool? Did it matter? Was it important? All that he knew for certain was he is a damn mess. Gulping, gulping, gulping at his husband with each throb of his erection.

Swallowing each spurt that left his husband as his erection throbbed against his tongue. Down his throat. Shaking against him, hands began to pull weakly at his hair to which he happily allowed when his husband let out a sigh. Shaking like the rest of him. Hands eased him backwards as he sucked gently at that twitching erection eagerly when he paused at the head. While come was a taste he could live without, he couldn't help suckling at Hizashi. Lapping over the head before prodding at the slit eagerly.

Just as Hizashi had always done to himself. He got himself a shrill whimper as he popped off of his husband. He planted his hands on the bed to push back up onto his knees as he then arched his hips forward gasping in his breaths. Jerking himself down then back in an awkward bouncing rhythm as his hips jerked forward. Thighs spreading when he whined. And God, the heat in that gaze had him shuddering when his panting husband moved forward. Hands reaching towards his erection then to the base.

Gently easing the silicone ring up over him, he was damn worried it wouldn't come off with how swollen he was. How engorged it was. Yet his husband got it off no problem when the blonde flew forward. Lapping his tongue up his chin over that trail of liquid. Up over his lips with that piercing undulating against them prompting him to open. He happily opened his mouth as lips crushed themselves to his when fingers wrapped around him. Stroking quickly, fingers kneading at him as he continued that awkward bounce.

He twisted his tongue eagerly with Hizashi's as that orgasm mounted up. So close, so close, so close. He was finally so close as he felt his thighs trembling. Tensing. His hands came up to claw at freckled shoulders in the attempt to drag the blonde closer to him as he shook with the mounting pressure. The pleasure of Hizashi's hand pumping over him with kneading pressure to make him drool. Burning. Hot. Boiling. He couldn't take it a second longer. Not when he'd been waiting what he knew had to be two hours now.

Two hours harder than anything after that spanking only to be denied it. To be teased, pushed, and coaxed to an erection only to have that ring put on him. He thrusted shamelessly into his husband's hand with the eager chase after that orgasm. Rubbing and massaging his tongue to Hizashi's as his piercing clicked off of teeth. Lips crushing down on his as his pants huffed frantically through his nose as his brows squeezed together. Reedy sounds squeezing out of his tight throat when that thumb moved.

Rolling tight circles over the head of his erection before sliding across it. Targeting the slit in grinding rubs when nails raked over his waist leaving burning lines behind. Every part of him was burning. That had flew over him fast, fast, fast. Squeezing at him so fucking good only to twist his hand up as he rutted into it. Desperate. And he just couldn't do it anymore. Couldn't think of holding it back. He had not a clue what that trigger was, but he couldn't, couldn't, couldn't. Not a second more would it be put off.

That orgasm snapped over him with a rushing, intense wave of white-hot heat. He jerked against the blonde with a choked cry as he raked his own nails over his husband's shoulders fiercely. Twisting forward as he jerked forward into his husband's hand in a frenzy. His pants strangling in his throat in a croak of a noise. It was relief. Pleasure. An agonizing bliss that had him twisting desperately on his knees. Arching forward as he stiffened with the throbs of his erection with huffing breaths leaving him.

Lashes fluttering against his cheeks when his eyes rolled back as he squeezed them shut. Gasping, whimpering, shouting as the kiss broke off. Teeth nipped at his jaw when he got a soft croon from his husband. Hot, hot, hot. It was agony with each spurt his erection gaze that felt far more intense than the last. A wave that pummeled him again, again, again that he was desperate to run from when he'd been wanting it for so long. Aching to have. His thighs trembled from that tight flex that mimicked his stomach.

Held so stiffly he shook in the slamming waves of that orgasm. He shuddered under the waves as Hizashi crooned to him softly with soft kisses fluttered over his jaw. His neck. He whimpered wildly at the slamming thrusts of the dildo into him. Fucking him through it. The heat razed him apart. Swallowed him whole. Hips thrusting weakly to aid the final spurts of come now that those intensity filled waves began to ebb. He swore through that orgasm the spurts left him with such force he could hear the splatter as they landed.

Hot on his feverish skin. It was a dramatic thought but it had him shuddering when that rushing, choking white-hot heat surged out of him. The sound of nails clawing over the blanket as he slumped forward against his husband was frantic. Searching before there was a light click that had the machine slowing. Once it stopped, he couldn't help a mewling whimper when he was pulled forward. He may not have said it to his husband yet but by God had it become his favorite fucking toy. Machine or no machine, he loved it.

A lewd, slick squelch rang out as he was eased forward gently where he was then being twisted. Laid out on his back when Hizashi crawled frantically to the edge of the bed. Rasping, hitching pants being taken by the both of them when Hizashi reached over the side of the bed. Bouncing lightly from the weight shift made that assumption easy. He knew what his husband was reaching for as well. The water bottle was produced once again with shaking fingers twisting at the cap before his husband shifted over.

Reaching out to curve a hand under his head to rise him up gently. He panted frantically before parting his lips when the lip of the bottle pressed against his bottom lip. A dribbling mouthful was poured in to which he greedily gulped at it. Again, again, again. Another mouthful being poured as he panted in between but that room temperature water felt fucking good on his throat. So good. Eased his queasy stomach as he took mouthful after mouthful until his husband was pulling it away. Draining it rather quickly.

Fingers swiped at his lips as a droplet of water ran down his hot cheek. Gentle caresses to his burning cheeks had him whining as he tipped his head up allowing for lips to press to his forehead. The arch of his brow and down to his nose softly. Pecking kisses that had him melting in his husband's arms as they wrapped around him. Crooned praises leaving his husband but he couldn't understand. Figure one out from the next yet it had him melting. Curling forward as he was dragged close, close, close.

Humming dazedly when he felt Hizashi's nose nuzzle itself to his. He shifted to return that soft nuzzle earning himself another whispered, crooning praise. Pulling back, he forced his eyes open to focus on his husband. He knew what was coming. Knew the questions asked. And he didn't want to think. That had been his request, hadn't it? To not think for a single night. A few hours to simply be. That is what Hizashi had promised. Gathering his breath as the blonde's lips parted, he lifted his shaking hand to sign.

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