Fifty Darker Shades of EraserMic

by CrypticBeans

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

20. Wrap Me Up!

Hizashi was an overthinker. A meticulous planner when it came to an event whether it was a small get together at their home, a date night out, or a birthday party. It was perhaps the one thing that he and Shouta had long since agreed upon when it came to getting things like special events under control. When it came to date nights they could be on the same wavelength. The same page with one another to leave no mistake of misunderstanding. He liked planning in advance with the assurance that he had the day free.

That he had the time dedicated to it. Whether big or small, he was always more than happy to be overthinking his plans and the circumstances surrounding them. It made it easier to try to keep a foresight in mind when he was making his plans when Shouta was right next to him. Giving inputs to their schedules or bringing up a forgotten appointment could have an impact. He liked to spend hours budgeting, planning, and making reservations. He knew it was merely the reassurance of having a schedule.

A step-by-step idea of how a day would flow. He'd never been strict over his schedule but to have a day planned out, hour by hour, was a comfort. It allowed him to power through a day confidently knowing what was coming next. Shouta liked to tease him that it was merely a secret power play on his part. A control issue of his but he truly didn't see it that way. Since he was young, he'd been very much interested in going with the flow. In having fun. However, sometimes it was better to have predictability.

To know what he had planned rather than dive into unpredictability. Better to know what was coming if he could plan it than to stumble blind into something. For years he'd had to deal with hearing it was a biproduct of his ADHD. That every squirm, fidget and tap of his foot was connected. His anxiety surrounding an unknown schedule to it or a sudden change to a familiar routine. And he had come to agree that it all was possible. He could agree that maybe it all did stem from a mental illness he had no control over.

He had always liked to think of it more as quirks to his personality. Small pieces that simply came together to make him who he was. That he was someone who loved to go with the flow while having a strict schedule now and again. That he liked to have and make timelines of events to follow a flow if need be. It was something he knew his husband appreciated from time to time. Something that he knew Shouta trusted him with. It was perhaps what made that very first time Shouta had used his capture weapon so impactful.

The very first time it had wrapped around him with that tight squeeze. Oh, he'd played it in his head repeatedly. Replaying the scene from the feel of that fabric biting into his waist and arms pining them to his sides. The way it had no give. Not a single way to wriggle free yet when he'd attempted it had merely squeezed him tighter. A grip that had left him with a flutter to his stomach. Squeezing the air out of him on a wheeze. Even the way he'd admired the black locks slithered to float up and the flare of glowing color.

The victorious smirk over Shouta's full lips paired with the wiggle of his jaw when he refocused his attention onto him. The way his brows had squeezed together with the flush of exertion. It had been a scene that kept him up for weeks afterwards. Night after night plagued by the mere snippets of that tight clothing binding him tightly with a bite into him that kept him still. Helpless. The glowing gaze that had kept him from howling out to use his quirk. It had been a scene he would replay endlessly.

Overthink for the smaller things about it all before Shouta had captured him. It had, of course, acted as a catalyst of sorts for his confession to the black-haired teen back then. A catalyst for the first wet dream he'd ever had about Shouta. It had led to a realization for many things about those days he liked to think over. How he had, back then, tended to overthink every interaction between them. Overthink the eye contact, the smiles, the brief touches or how the black-haired teen's arms would shoot out to catch him if he stumbled.

How close they would be getting as they sat up on the rooftop with Nemuri and Oboro picking fun. He'd overthink the elements of those wet dreams in the weeks after the Sports Festival. And it had all led to being obsolete when he was confessing to Shouta that summer. At the tail-end of a festival no doubt after a ride on the Ferris wheel with Oboro tucked to Shouta's left side while he'd been crushed to his right. The way the wind had emphasized the wild black curls when those cheeks flushed that brilliant red.

How tightly the plushie he'd gotten for him was clutched at. The surprise on Shouta's face would always be seared into his mind. The lighting, the smells, and the way his husband's head had ducked down to hide his face the way it would if he'd been wearing his capture weapon. A beginning habit for his husband back then. It was always common for his shoulders to scrunch up to make the movement easier. A common thing given his husband had worn it around his shoulders around their quirk training.

Wore it like a scar in the early autumn months. It always had his eyes riveted to the sight of the cloth when his husband would use it like an appendage. "Training" as he had called it back then to get better control over the fabric to which he happily accepted the answer. However, he was drawn to that sight. Magnetized. Perhaps it was simply residual effects of those awkward weeks. Perhaps it was his fascination with the cloth. But he always felt a shiver of excitement at the sight of it when Shouta used it.

He'd always chalked it up to those wet dreams in the weeks following the Sports Festival. To the fascination of seeing something like the capture weapon being used so effortlessly. He'd ran the thoughts, the images, the scenes of that wet dream over and over in his head. Trying to figure it out. And in his youth, it hadn't taken him long to understand why he was overthinking it. Why he had been focusing so much on it. It was the same way he'd been so excited at the thought of getting Shouta into the backseat of a car.

The desire to attempt after that disastrous date had ended after they had been caught red handed in that store parking lot. When they'd been caught. It was just like it in that he wanted it. God, he'd suffered through years trying to figure out a way to incorporate his husband's capture weapon into sex. How to work it in without it being side eyed from the black-haired man. It was a fantasy he'd had for years to be wrapped up in the cloth that bit into his skin without a second thought. To have wrapped around him.

Squeezing him tightly only for the fabric to creak as it tightened when he dared to wriggle. The sight of those black locks slithering up paired with glowing eyes narrowing on him? Fuck him, it'd be a perfect recipe for the bedroom. It was a fantasy that had chased after him for years until he'd begun working the courage up in later years. Speaking to his husband about incorporating his capture weapon into their sex life. A type of bondage back before he'd humored the world of shibari or proper bondage with Shouta.

Of course, once they did begin dipping their toes into true bondage? It merely made that capture weapon all the more exciting to him. Thrilling. The idea that they could replicate knots and pulley systems with it? That his husband could wrap that cloth around him to hold him still? Keep him from moving as he barked orders at the black-haired man? Oh, it had him hotter than anything more nights when he gave it a single thought. Came to the front of his mind whenever he was watching Shouta use his capture weapon.

When it was used on himself to swing him out of the way or drag him closer with his husband hissing at him. Venomous words as those dark eyes flashed with the glow of that quirk like a threat. A promise. The curl of his lips and the even the flaring of his nostrils as his jaw tightened always got him unfairly excited. It was only made better when his husband had that capture weapon wrapped tightly around his waist. Had his arms pinned to his sides with no chance of breaking free. To be so close to that anger.

For years he'd always admired the use of that capture weapon whether it was to separate fights or drag him closer. To propel his husband into the air with an elegance that always had his breath catching in his throat. Choking him to watch his husband flip and twist so effortlessly through the air with a familiarity to his movements. A trust that not many without the ability of flight would have. It was always amazing. Aweing. A beautiful sight when his husband was twisting himself in the weapon to propel himself up.

Flinging up into the air to twist, flip and soar through like an acrobat with that cloth. It was a stunning sight. He was always unable to take off of his husband who always looked graceful as he moved through the air. However, it was always used as a teasing point should the black-haired man notice him gawking. Hell, if anything his husband seemed to delight in knowing that he couldn't take his eyes off of him. That it was hard for him to look away when that capture weapon was shooting out only to fly into action.

Riveted instinctively to the sight of it ever since that night with their chair bondage. In the few times he'd let Shouta wrap him up in that capture weapon. When it was biting into him with that strangle hold wrapped around him as his bones ached from that strength. Holding him so tight, tight, tight. To be held so tightly while his husband moved over him? Watching those black locks brushing and bouncing lightly against his shoulders? The way that his thighs flexed as hips lifted themselves up and down?

Squirming, rolling, grinding down against him in between each of those wild bounce? The fabric creaking lightly as that tight squeeze was renewed? God, it was all a fantasy that never failed to get him hot. It had gotten him off countless times when it came across his mind. The dream to be wrapped up completely in that capture weapon? It was an exhilarating, thrilling thought to offer his husband up like that as he let the black-haired man controlled the scene. The speed of it all as he laid on the bed beneath him.

Wrapped head to damn toe in that capture weapon with not a muscle, he could move to get him free. Helpless. Offered up for Shouta to devour him alive. It was something that had come to him in the weeks after their chair bondage. A quiet fantasy that flitted across his mind now and again which he ad in return lead to him going online with that curiosity. Looking aimlessly yet he had found a term, a kink, that he had found in little to no time. One that he was more than happy to write down on their list the second he could.

Mummification. It was something that held wildly different meanings from what he had read on. What he had gotten links too when he'd been diving down those rabbit holes as he put together the beginnings of their list. And God knows how much he wanted this. As much as he wanted to try water sports. As much as he had wanted the roleplay. To have Shouta ride his thigh. This was something that could be an escalation of his interest in his husband's capture weapon. But the thought of it had him continuing his research.

Diving down as many rabbit holes as he could find to learn more, more, more. While others would use cellophane wrap or latex strips, he had a much better idea in mind for what he wanted to use. And he found himself riveted to the articles he clicked on. The few videos he'd seen as he spent those nights his husband was at the dorms to look into it. Gathering all the tips he positively could as he and Shouta had added more ideas to their lists. He'd happily thrown himself into learning all he could about the kink as a whole.

Writing, bookmarking, and chasing any leads he could on that kink had been compulsive when the idea had fluttered through his mind. It was an exciting prospect to offer himself up in such a helpless way to his husband. To let the black-haired man take, do, and give all that he wanted as he remained immobile beneath him. It was a fantasy, an idea, that kept him going in his research. Trying to take in all he could about the subject when he could to prepare. To have all his ducks in a row as mothers would say.

There was always something so much easier about knowing everything he could about a kink. Knowing the ins and outs before bringing it up that made it effortless. Gave him a confidence when he spoke about it. Perhaps it was simply just that old wet dream that came to him throughout the years that inspired him, but he wanted to try. To give Shouta that chance to do as he wanted for a night. To take from him what he wanted only to give it right back. It would be easy given they had played with his husband's capture weapon.

They'd used it quite delightedly one too many times in the past. Nights spent with that fabric biting into his skin leaving him with lines left behind from it. Light bruises that would curve and twist along his forearms from the consistent tightening of that fabric on them. Around his chest. Pinning his hips, chest, and legs down for the black-haired man to take that control. Nights where he'd be more than delighted to walk into the bedroom to find Shouta lounging across the bed. Waiting for him with such a risqué display.

He loved to recall how the capture weapon making a damn circumference as it wrapped around the posts of their bed. Holding his arms up over his head and his legs held out in a wide spread. There was something absolutely fucking hot about the use of that capture weapon. The mean, confident smirk that curled over those full lips. The delight in that gaze when his arms were yanked above his head or bound together. Pinned to his sides. He hadn't said anything about wanting to incorporate it more but God he wanted too.

Especially when he had come across mummification? Well, it lit a fire in him that he hadn't felt since he'd first come across it. That weekend following their marking had been absolutely amazing with the effortless affection poured over one another. An endless cycle that spread to the household. A delight that led to many a times where Eri squealed and shrieked at the affection given to her from Shouta. The cats, seeming to pick up on that delighted bliss seemed far more affectionate as they trailed after them.

And God knows he adored that affection being poured over him that weekend after their marking. It had been a euphoric haze he wanted to live through again. It had been unfairly exciting that following morning to the smeared lipstick marks on his skin mixing with the vivid claw marks left behind. Over his shoulders, down his upper arms, his thighs. Fuck, his waist and back had been covered in those raised red lines from his nails. A few thinner lines of blood having been smeared over his skin along his upper back.

His shoulders. Areas where his husband had accidentally broken the skin in the moment. Mindless. Unnoticed until the following morning. He'd been happy. God, they hardly ever broke the skin, but he didn't think twice about it when he'd been mesmerized by his throat. His jaw. The deep blue marks lining down his throat to his neck, chest, and collar bone had been breathtaking. Along his chest then down along his waist and thighs. His hips. There had been a few hickey's on his ass that he'd failed to recall that night.

Unnoticed but fuck it had his stomach flipping to recall. Shouta had fared no better with his own scratches, smudged lipstick marks or the hickeys lining his thighs. Littered from his upper back to down to his lower back. His ass and the back of his neck along with his shoulders. It was a morning he loved to replay again and again just to recall the wild rats nest of his husband's hair. The lipstick smeared around his lips and along his cheek from his sleep. A scarlet streak over the pink blush as wild curls brushed against them.

But it was the satisfaction he saw in that gaze that made it all the better. The dazed fog when he'd eased his husband against the shower wall to scrub at his skin gently. The shake to his legs that worsened with knees threatening to buckle as he cleaned off his husband had been hot. Exhilarating. He had been just shaking. Just as weak on his legs yet he had truly done a number on himself with the few rounds they'd had that night. Breaking the strict rule for one round a night when they came together.

The schedule they'd been sticking religiously too since that Sunday afternoon a few weeks ago. He'd forgotten about those strict rules that night when he'd been so wrapped up in his own head. Shouta, for what it seemed, had that irritation with himself for forgetting but he didn't mind it. Even if the kin around his piercings was irritated with a sensitivity that made using the bathroom agony for a few days. It was far from awful but according to his husband "swelling is swelling no matter how light or severe".

Along with the red hue surrounding the skin it had put Shouta off. Refusing to touch it again until it had faded away once more which led to them spending that weekend reinforcing the schedule. The rules that went hand-in-hand with the schedule but it had been so hard to listen. Especially with how euphoric he'd been. Delighted. How could he remember rules when his husband was wailing at him for more? Clawing, biting, and kissing at his skin until his head was spinning? Dizzy from gasping in his breaths?

Burning hotter as hands grabbed at him with that deep voice howling for him to give in again? It was a haze of clawing nails, grabbing hands and messed sheets that he'd loved nothing more than to delight in again. He'd missed the nights when they had more than one round. When that sensitivity was the thing that forced them to stop only to wake in the early hours with hands reaching for him. And so, with that euphoria, that weekend had been spent sinking into that contentment instead of humoring sex.

Focusing instead on finishing any last minute grading that they could hand out before the Spring Vacation could begin. It was perhaps one of the times his husband had chosen to remain at home rather than leave for the dorms from Monday to Wednesday. The black-haired man had merely shrugged then questioned what the point of it was if their vacation was two days away? God knows how nice it was to have Shouta at home for the week rather than having him at the dorms. To hold onto him throughout the night.

When he would wake to the black-haired man curled in his arms. Against his back. To find himself waking draped over Shouta's chest or curled against his back. It had been a giddy delight to have his husband at night and have him come home after work was over. Of course, it didn't stop those impromptu visits to the dorms, but it was easier on all of them. With the snow melting at a breakneck speed with slush replacing it, the black-haired man had been able to dress and make his way to the dorm.

In quick, easy time without need for the car. Once Wednesday had come, however, it was an infectious energy that had everyone buzzing under its hold. Staff and students alike were impatient to be released for the day. To enjoy vacations for even a few days of peace to try and destress in what he considered to be current events that did nothing but ramp everyone up. Made situations far more dire than he'd like. However, Wednesday had offered them all the week to relax. To breathe and let out the collectively held breath.

It was amazing the warmth he'd felt when the black-haired man would return home with him. When he was curling into him to help wash his hair out. It was a routine he had missed when Shouta spent nights at the dorms. Of course, nothing kept him from afternoon visits but there was always something that needed his husband. Someone. And he understood it. Yet with the change of Shouta staying home rather than returning to the dorms had been amazing. Afternoons spent curled up in each other's laps.

Draped over the couch with legs intertwined as they leaned into their respective arm rests. Nights spent twisted up together where he'd wake in the morning to wild black locks brushing his face. The cuddles, kisses, and contentment that chased them day after day of their vacation had him melting. Softening in his husband's grasp with each passing day of their vacation. Lazy mornings that led to afternoons in the park with Eri holding their hands. Stomping through mud puddles in her rubber boots with shouts of delight.

Reveling in the warmth swelling in the air. While Eri and Shouta both seemed sad to see winter heading out, he was more than delighted. The faint dryness to the air paired with the warmth had him electrified. Alive. He wanted those warm days once more yet bit his lip to keep from babbling on over it. And before he knew it, one day of their vacation had slipped by. Then two. Then four. Five. Seven. All lost in the usual routine of home life. Meal planning, taking care of their cats, and running after Eri in the backyard.

Eating up hours that he happily lost himself in when Shouta was sitting on the porch calling out to Eri only to rile her up once more. Running from his grasp as she shrieked and squealed when he scooped her up. Exhausted by the time he was hitting the bed with Shouta's hands pulling him close. That stubble covered cheek rubbing against his adoringly as he melted in his grasp. It was shocking when he realized the date. A mere chance when he'd reached for his phone early one morning to check the time.

His husband had been curled into his back with his face nuzzled into his shoulder when the shock came to him the date. April third. Two days left to their vacation yet the the past ten had been lost in the blur. The frenzy. Two weeks nearly gone with Shouta home, and he didn't want it to end. Didn't want that Monday to come with Shouta returning to the dorm for three nights. It was this that he'd been upfront about when his husband questioned the supposed pout on his face. It was a promise made that they'd be fine.

Assurances that the black-haired man would visit more. That they'd spend more time at the dorms if that's what he wanted. There would never be a perfect solution given he wanted his husband home, but he'd take it. Whatever he could get, he would take. It was then that he'd tried to push the supposed pout away to enjoy the last few days of their vacation instead. The last weekend they'd spend together. It was more than he could have asked for to have that contentment. That adoration poured over him for two weeks.

Given to him until he felt sick off of the heart skipping reactions. The fluttering of his stomach when Shouta gave him another moment of affection. Accepting every little second, he could get that left their son "physically ill" when he was caught nuzzling the black-haired man. Playful kisses to his throat and cheek an early morning when they'd been getting a coffee together. It was merely chance the indigo-haired teenager would stumble bleary eyed downstairs for a coffee for himself to wake up.

It was more than anyone could ask for to receive two weeks of love, adoration, and affection from a significant other. From his family. But it didn't put off the ache when it came to the thought of restarting their routine. Restarting their nights apart. Eri - who had hardly breathed a word about it - seemed just as dissatisfied when she realized how close they were to the end of their vacation. Clutching at Shouta's leg or hand when he was drifting about the house with a whine when he'd coax her to let go.

However, he tried to continue on. To continue as if he had never noticed. With that in mind, he happily let himself sink right back into their routine. Back into the flow of the endless warmth and affection given to him that led to days flying by them in another blur. Short and sweet yet the realization was reinforced come Sunday night when Shouta began packing his duffel bag for the nights away. It was an aching sadness when he'd nuzzled his face into his husband's stomach with the familiar words leaving him.

Whined phrases into his softening stomach about him leaving. The nights apart. Muffled until Shouta's hands were stroking over his hair gently and scratching at his head. Quietly humming with admissions of the shared frustration. The shared ache with a trace of reluctance when the black-haired man once more went over their routine. Thier schedule. He understood it but God if he didn't hate it. Two blissful weeks together wasn't anywhere close to what he wanted but if he could get that? Well, he could be happy.

Grateful.

And he reinforced himself to feel that gratefulness rather than the lamenting sadness. Reluctance. Focusing instead on the euphoria and affection given to him for two weeks as Shouta curled up in his arms. Head resting on his chest. However, all good things inevitably came to an end. And their end came bright and early Monday morning when they'd flown about into their usual work week routine. Glaring at his husband's duffel bag while doing Eri's hair and getting breakfast on the table. Lunches out.

Coffee made. Shrieking voices raising for bags, shoes, and coats before the four of them were flying out of the house once the cats were settled. Dropping Eri off at school had been a public display of goodbyes and affection with air blown kisses towards her. Wishes of a good day and that he'd be back to get her. From there they'd made their way to U.A where Hitoshi hurled himself out of the car. The three of them rushing to get to their places in the school with Shouta throwing his duffel into his dorm room.

A hectic day for the returning staff and students that had him frazzled by the time he was saying goodbye to his husband that afternoon with lips pressing to his cheeks. Hands in his. It was a daze when he got home to get the house cleaned up before he'd pick their daughter up for her afterschool clubs. It was this frantic rush to tidy the house that led to their bedroom where he'd huffed over the disarray from the morning. It was after a rough shake of the pillows that he'd been reminded of their list tucked inside.

The list he hadn't glanced at in three weeks now. It had him tugging it out to glance over it. Enough time had surely passed to allow his piercings the rest they needed. It had surprised him he hadn't had a flare up before their night exploring the marking. And yet it made sense as to why hen they'd been sticking to the schedule his husband drew up. However, the irritation had gone down. Two going on three long weeks of not touching nor pulling at the skin had allowed that inflammation to settle.

It never stopped that overstimulation when he needed to touch to use the bathroom those first few days. But it was gone. He'd promised that they would keep it easier on them going forward to make up for the lapse of control. The lapse of judgement. Looking over the most recent choices scratched out on the list his eyes had fallen down to it absentmindedly. That all too familiar word of mummification. A single word yet it had everything flooding back to him bringing with it that excitement at the realization.

The reminder. Oh, it had him perking up quickly, yet he'd bit his lip at the thought of spilling just yet over the call that night with his husband. He'd wanted to wait. To bring it up when they were face to face. Which, to that rate mortification of his, burst out of him that very next Tuesday morning. When he brought his husband a coffee. Meeting in the parking lot with the slush splattering onto his boots as he rushed forward. His mouth moving before his brain could stop it as he blurted out everything he could in a line of babble.

A burst of sound that had dark eyes widening at him as Shouta took the coffee from him. That familiar tick of his dark brow twitching with irritation when he couldn't keep up. Pinching his cheek when he wouldn't stop had become an occurrence to cut off his babble. However, once he had calmed enough to talk through it a second time it had his husband's eyes sparkling at him. Curious. Spots of pink blooming on his cheeks yet he knew it was nothing compared to red blush on his own cheeks after repeating himself.

It was far too much for a Tuesday morning yet his husband had looked utterly delighted when they talked later on that night. Planning. Picking. Reassuring the black-haired man, he felt perfectly fine countless times when they crossed paths in the bathroom or down the hallways. Quiet assurances that had his voice straining each time he repeated the familiar words. For all the excitement in the world couldn't erase the worry. The concern from Shouta over his piercings and his overall health as they covered bases.

Worrying that he was uncomfortable with it without saying it to which he happily waved those concerns away one at a time. Whenever he could. After all, it was the truth. He felt perfectly fine with that usual sensitivity that came with the piercings. Something he had long since become familiar with, but he walked through those steps to assure the black-haired man. Showed it through his actions rather than just his words. To "put his money where his mouth is" so to speak for the black-haired man.

It had taken two days more marking three weeks since their last sexual encounter that his husband grumbled at him. Reinforcing their schedule, he'd happily agreed to it once more when the ground rules were laid out for both of them once more. No more than one round in one night. Not until he was fully healed which, according to many websites, wouldn't be for another three or four months. A year perhaps but it would merely be a repeat next year, wouldn't it? When he had his Jacob's ladder finished?

It was something they'd gone back and forth about but it was easy to settle their rules and schedule once more. He wanted to have a stability to it all and Shouta was offering it. For it was better to be strict about it for now than to be reckless and deal with a flare up. Just like with the marking. It was better to keep from aggravating the piercings in another flare up. To have something go horribly wrong that would require drastic measures. He'd agree to anything if it meant he could have just one night wrapped in it.

One night exploring a kink he'd never thought could be a kink. One night to give Shouta the joy of having that control. Being the helpless one rather than the other way around. It was something he'd be willing to put his words to action to prove he was okay to go through with. Something to make them both comfortable enough to enjoy it. He wanted Shouta to have fun with him. He didn't want-

The touch of hands along his waist had him jumping out of his thoughts as they curved forward. Fanning out over his stomach in a gentle caress that had the muscles jumping in a vicious quiver. Full lips pressed o the back of his shoulder sending tingles racing down his back when they crawled upwards. Along his shoulder to the side of his neck up towards his ear. "I can smell your brain cooking from across the room, Zashi, you know that? What are you thinking about so hard about?"

Shivers. God, it had his stomach flipping at the squeeze of arms around his waist with fingers digging into his stomach. Kneading at him gently as lips pressed kiss behind his ear when teeth nipped at his earlobe sending a wave of tingles down to pool into his stomach. Aching. It was a breathless sensation when hands slid up towards his chest with the material of the capture weapon pressing against him. "'m fine! Just lost in my thoughts tonight, you know? Been a pretty busy week, hasn't it?"

"Mmm, just gotta lot of shit to get done." His heart skipped wildly when fingers spread out over his chest with hands moving idly in a light rub as lips pressed to the side of his neck. So warm, warm, warm Shouta was against his back. "I miss being home already. Only been a week and I've had the shittiest night's sleep three days out of this week so far! Two weeks home on a vacation and you've ruined me for sleeping by myself, Zashi! Disgustingly ridiculous how cliché, isn't it?"

"Not at all! I miss having you cuddled up to me too, baby, but it's fine! I get you four out of the seven days of the week, so we have more than enough time to make up for it! We'll be sleeping really good tonight, won't we?" A low hum left his husband when he shifted with arms loosening their tight hold around him as he spun on his feet. Reaching his hands out, he slid them along the curve of his husband's waist with a firm squeeze. "Let's go over it one more time, yeah? Lay out the rules."

"It'd probably be for the best, wouldn't it? To just go over everything rather than to go in assuming shit or something." Fingers plucked then flicked lightly at his hair before tugging gently at it with the light twirls around them as he let out a hum when his husband twisted closer. Arms tightened around his shoulders as his hair was tugged at consistently with each twirl. "Now, if I understand you right from what you've told me all week long, is that you want to be wrapped up in the capture weapon? Completely?"

"Well, it doesn't have to be completely for the first time! We can, obviously, keep areas uncovered! But the rest of me can be wrapped up!" Black brows rose at him in that incredulous look when he squeezed at his husband's waist. Twisting himself closer in response when a hand slid over his hair in a caress. "You can't tell me it doesn't sound hot, baby! To be all wrapped up tightly? Unable to move while you fuck yourself on my cock? To watch as you do whatever you want to me? That sounds fucking hot to me!"

A snicker left his husband then as spots of color formed on his cheek with dark eyes flicking away briefly before coming back up to him with an amused sparkle. Mirroring that grin curling over his full lips as fingers abandoned their idle twirling to comb through the locks instead. "I think you need to find a better vocabulary than calling something "hot", Zashi! It's the default for you lately and you know, I'd like to hear more from you being an English teacher and all!"

Oh. If his husband wanted him to talk then he'd talk. "You just want me to talk dirty to you and that's all this is, isn't it? You want me to tell you how much a fucking turn-on it is to have you wrap me up in your capture weapon, don't you? How it feels? How exciting it is to think of you fucking yourself on my cock like the shameless thing you are while keeping me all wrapped up? That's all you want, isn't it?"

He swore he could see pupils expanding in the dark color of those irises as hands tightened on his hair. He watched delightedly as the spots of color smothered themselves rather quickly over his husband's cheeks when lashes fluttered in a blink. Widening ever so slightly at him when he slid his hands along his waist. Arching towards him on his toes subtly on a wobble. "Zashi-"

"You just want to hear me talking about how fucking pretty you are when you move like that, don't you? How slutty you look fucking me like you'll die without it? How you clearly like it? Like having me all tied up and at your mercy, huh?" A shudder ran over his husband when he caught sight of that capture weapon wiggling in its placed dangling by his husband's side. Slithering upwards when he clutched at his waist. "You want to hear how its fucking sexy watching you use me like that."

He wished he could say it was a surprise. Truly startled him but it hadn't. Not one damn bit did it startle him when that capture weapon shot out to slither between them to wrap around his waist tightly. Weaving its way up to curl tightly around his midsection as his breath wheezed out of him. Oh, the heat that flamed in those dark eyes had his heart jumping in a wild, sprinting speed that left him breathless. Nauseated from the drop of his stomach. "What are the rules, Zashi? What can I-?"

"Do? Anything. You can wrap me up however you want, baby, as long as the agreed points are uncovered! Color system will be used and our safe word, so you don't squeeze me too hard, yeah? I'll tell you if anything is genuinely wrong or if you're hurting me in any way, okay? And if you feel uncomfortable then unwrap me! We need to be in tune with everything! I trust you, baby, you know that? Do you think you can handle this? You can tell me if you can't, baby, okay? I won't be upset so tell me what you're thinking?"

There was a flicker of emotion in that heated gaze as hands squeezed his hair gently in unison with that fabric around his midsection. It was a squeeze that had him aching as his breath caught in his throat on a hitch when he caught a bob of that Adam's Apple. "I can do it. I won't let you regret trusting me, Zashi, I promise but you need to let me know you're okay through it, okay? Just like when we're in a scene, promise? Promise you'll tell me if it hurts, or you can't breathe, right? Promise me?"

"I promise, baby! Remember after the marking when I showed you my piercings? When I told you how it felt? Trust is a two way street, sweet thing, and I'll always put my trust in you! I'll always keep you in the loop because sex just isn't good if we're not both having fun! It's not good with you if we're worried, scared, or uncertain, yeah? I'll be sure to give you check ins whenever you ask, baby, I promise! Now, let's get on the bed, yeah? Wrap me up and fuck yourself on my cock good? Like you've been wanting too?"

"You accuse me of wanting to hear all that vulgar shit you just spewed out, but I think it's just you that wanted to hear it, isn't it? You're only getting yourself riled up, Zashi, and you're projecting onto me what you want to hear. You think if you get me riled up it'll make me sloppy and that's what you want, isn't it? If you want to project that perverted mind of yours onto me then try better."

Oh, there was something hot about a threatening growl like that. The heat to those dark eyes as the capture weapon tightened around his waist when he swallowed before clearing his throat lightly. "I think you and I both know you don't need much to make you sloppy, baby! Why don't you let me strip and show me that you won't get sloppy on me with just one round. That you won't become the babbling little slut you are once you have my cock in you. Show me you won't fall apart on me."

"Oh, I'll fucking show if you want me too so bad! That means you have to keep your own mouth shut, won't it? You're no better than me, Zashi, so do you think you can also keep your mouth shut? Or am I going to have to wrap your mouth up too? Because I know I can keep my mouth shut, it's just a matter of focus, isn't it? First one to break with dirty talk loses then?"

"Absolutely! I'll humor this dirty little bet of yours! If you think you can keep that slutty mouth of yours shut, then I'll happily go in on this! I'm sure we'll think up a proper reward and punishment for a win or lose, won't we? Let me go and put your money where your mouth is! Prove it to me, baby."

"Gladly!"

There was another squeeze of that capture weapon around him before it slithered away as a shiver raced down his back. Hands pulled out of his hair gently, he slid his hands along his husband's waist with a firm squeeze down towards his hips earning himself a stuttered breath. Rushing out on a tremble when hands slid over his shoulders with nails lightly grazing over him. Releasing his hold on the black-haired man allowed him to step back. Giving him space as he reached down to grab at the hem of his tank top.

Bunching it up to his palms, he flipped it up over his stomach towards his chest. His heart sprinted wildly against his chest as he brought it up to ease around his ears rather than simply flinging it over his head. After countless times the past week of the fabric ripping his hearing aids out? Well, he'd certainly learned his lesson. He twitched at the light brush of hair against his back as locks slithered through the neckline to rest against his skin. Once it was safely away from his ears, he flung it up over his head to the side.

And it had a shiver racing down his back to find those dark eyes leveled onto him. Full lips parting ever so slightly as brows twitched together with eyes flicking over him with that blush smothered over his cheeks. It was a look that had his stomach squeezing and dropping airily on him with a sickening intensity. A look he'd seen aimed his way for years, yet it never failed to excite him to have his husband looking at him with such desire. Lust. Hunger. As if he were by far the most attractive man he'd ever seen in his life.

Sexier than he had ever believed himself to be. All from taking off a damn shirt, yet his husband was gawking at him with such shamelessness it reminded him of that very first time. That very first afternoon their shirts had finally come off rather than sliding hands beneath them. It had him clearing his throat before hooking his fingers into the waistband of his boxers and shorts to ease them down from his hips as dark eyes flicked up to meet his gaze. There was a smoldering heat flickering to life within it.

His heart jumped in a wild sprint against his chest. Had that identical desire twisting through him before gripping at his very bones. A flash of heat at the blatant ogling of his husband sank down to run along like a smolder to go hand in with that clenching desire. Aching. They'd spent days building this up. Discussing the larger details down to the smaller ones with the attempt to fuss with until satisfied. It had his heart sprinting quickly as he pushed at his clothing with the corners of his mouth twitching.

Watching black lashes flutter as eyes darted down as he shifted his weight from foot to foot to get them down past his hips. Working them down to his thighs, he bent forward slightly yet Shouta watched him with that spark of eagerness. A look he'd recognize without needing to look at his husband. His dick twitched with that twist of excitement as he eased his clothing down to his knees. Letting them slip down to pool at his feet, he watched the thick line of his husband's capture weapon dangle into view.

Pooling down into a loose pile at his feet. Straightening up, he watched his husband's shirt flying up towards his head. Admiring the soft scars littering that pale skin, he let his gaze roam over the familiar dips of his husband's hips. The curve of his waist. That dark happy trail beneath his navel up to the dark curls of hair covering his chest. He shifted backwards to sit on the edge of the bed with a light bounce when dark eyes were locking onto him once more. Confidence had never been a stranger to him.

That boldness. He'd never been shy in their youth once they had become comfortable to one another yet that gaze on him never helped. Knowing he was being undressed with that gaze alone? It made getting and keeping his clothing on at home when they had been younger which had remained true to now. Fuck, he loves having that gaze on him. Wandering over him blatantly with that hungry expression pinching at that flushed face as his blush deepened to a fierce red. The desire held in that gaze when still hands moved.

Dipping into the waistband of his boxers and pants. Shoving them down clumsily, the black-haired man bent forward to work them down his thighs once they were away from his hips. A flash of those chaotic curls had his skin blistering with head as he pressed hands into the bed to move back. The comforter rustling beneath him as he made his way backwards into his place towards the the pillows quickly as his husband straightened up after kicking away his clothing. Capture weapon in hand when it shot out quickly.

Wrapping around his left foot it quickly looped out to wrap around his right to squeeze them together. Flying around his ankles then making quick work up his shins and calves with a tight squeeze to keep them immobile as it wrapped around his knees. Knocking together with a thud, he grunted at the pain that radiated over the area as the fabric squeezed him together. The fabric looped up to curl around his thighs with that same tight grip that had his breath rushing out of him as his thighs were pressed together.

A pressure that quite truthfully soothed that ache that had been twisting into him with that desire. Curving up, however, the white fabric stopped just below his hips then disappearing beneath him as he arched up. Allowing it to wrap across his navel. A tight squeeze along his lower back to his stomach as the fabric looped up. Leaving his pelvis and groin on display as he dropped back down with the fabric wrapping to cover his stomach up to his chest. Wrapping around him snugly it had him fighting that urge to squirm.

To test that snug grip around him. It didn't stop his breaths from racing with a light tremble when his gaze flicked down instinctively. Again fighting that urge as the mattress dipped and wobbled lightly as weight was pressed into it. Watching Shouta crawl up onto the bed had heat flashing in a sizzling burst under his skin. Wild black locks slithered over his shoulders when full lips twitched into a tight little grin. There was a faint swell to them from the kisses they'd traded earlier in the living room after putting Eri down.

A moment when they'd been in between movies before Shouta had turned to him with fingers brushing his cheeks. When he'd been coaxing the man onto his lap with hands sliding along his waist. Giving in to that quiet desire as he pulled his husband close. His head pressed back into the bed as the capture weapon wrapped around his shoulders up to the hollow of his throat. Over his collar bones. Other than his pelvis, throat, face and head was wrapped up tightly. There wasn't a chance of getting free.

It was exciting as he laid out with his arms pinned to his sides with hands fidgeting slightly against his thighs. And he couldn't help a curious wiggle that had the capture weapon tightening around him. Squeezing him tightly, his air flew out of him on a wheezing huff. Forcing him to remain still even as his muscles flexed in another squirm as that fabric bit into his skin. Holding him tight, tight, tight. It was absolutely amazing. It had his breath shuddering in only to fly out on a groan when the black-haired man crawled up.

Hands planting over his shoulders while his husband's weight was rested down against his waist. Shouta was beautiful up above him. His fingers twitched then curled into his palm with that familiar longing as he pressed his head back to the bed. Fighting down that desire to touch. To weave them into the black locks slithering over his shoulders. To lift his hands up to brush them over those red cheeks. Shouta's head dipped down with the warmth of his breaths fanning over his lips prompting them to part.

Exhaling sharply at that ache twisting through him delightedly it added to that smoldering heat. Slowly moving along his bones as he fought the urge to squirm and reach for the black-haired man's waist. To tug him down. So close, close, close to those full lips it was maddening. A tease when they then fluttered over his hot cheek. Across his cheek bone to the bridge of his nose in adoring pecks that then trailed over to his left cheek. The heat of that blush uncomfortable as it sizzled in his cheeks.

Melting with each peck of those full lips against his face. Trailing down his cheek to nip at his jaw had him tensing against that urge to wriggle. Twist and squirm until he got what he wanted from the black-haired man. It would be easier to remember now that he couldn't move like that. Not when that capture weapon was already so snug around him that a flex of his muscles would be felt. The fabric, surprisingly enough, was soft from its recent wash. Comfortable. It had him dragging his teeth over his bottom lip.

Fluttering kisses were placed along his jaw softly before they were trailing up. Peppering his cheek in kisses before he was pushing up once more to lean to the right of him. Peppering his cheek in kisses before leaning towards the right of him. Tipping his head back against the bed, he watched his husband grab at the condom laying on the bedside table next to the lube. Snagging the lube quickly with a drag of nails over the wood as a quiet grunt left his husband when he pushed on his leverage to moved back.

Flying back with a wobble as he fell back onto his waist again. And yet it was his husband's appearance that gained his attention. Ate up his focus as his eyes roamed over the softer, paler scars lining his pale skin. The scar covering his elbow from USJ attack last year. The smaller ones received over their years of training with scars dating back before high school. All marks that he'd long since memorized their places on his husband. The black cursive along his left hip called for the attention it always gained from him.

Shouta was stunning. It would always be such a shame he wasn't the bottom in their relationship. A switch. For this was a lovely view of his husband up above him that robbed him of breath. His chest fluttered with his quiet, racing breaths as his eyes wandered over him. From the wild black curls covering it down to his softening stomach once again. Following that dark happy trail down as it thickened down into the chaotic, wild black curls covering his pelvis. Thighs twitched as knees slid over the comforter with a rustle.

A burst of heat beneath his skin had him hissing in a breath as he caught a twitch of his husband's dick. Eyes flying down towards it when his heart thudded sickeningly against his chest. A hard one-two hit to leave him dizzy. Wheezing as he fidgeted instinctively in the snug hold of that capture weapon only for the fabric to tighten around him. A groan snapped its way out of him as he pressed his head back into the mattress. Squeezing him so tight, tight, tight, that pleasure pooled into his stomach like a molten lava.

Slithering along his bones only to rip up in a blinding flash of heat had his muscles tensing with another squirm yet the tight grip held him still. It had his groan strangling itself into a lower pitch as he curled his toes against the fabric when Shouta hummed softly above him. He was wrapped tighter than anything beneath his husband as lips twitched. A sparkle to that gaze that told him just how much Shouta was relishing in the knowledge of what this was doing for him. It was a wicked look that had him hot.

It had his stomach dropping to aid in that sickening excitement as his heart hit solidly against his chest. He couldn't squirm. Twist, fidget, adjust himself. It had his dick twitching with the twisting excitement as his breaths shortened when his husband leaned forward with locks spilling over his shoulders once more. How absolutely, heartbreakingly beautiful he looked leaning over him with knees digging into the mattress. With that blush smothering itself over his cheeks as it spread down to his collar bones.

Dragging his teeth over his bottom lip once more, he bit down on it when he watched that golden square being placed down on the pillow above him. Catching the low lighting of their bedroom in a cheeky wink, he found his breaths shortening with each inhale through his nose. Racing as they came faster, faster, faster to feed his itching lungs as the squeeze of the capture weapon kept the lift and fall of his chest limited. Shallow. He jerked his gaze from the pillow above him when he heard the crack of the lube cap.

Watching Shouta squeeze a dollop onto his fingers. Placing it down near the pillow as well, he watched his husband's hands moving to cover his fingers with a slick squelch as the low lighting had skin glistening. It was dizzying to think how badly he'd wanted this. Always bubbling on the backburner with faint reminders with each use of this very thing. Perhaps it fell into an odd bit of degradation. Maybe it was something else. But there was always something so exciting when his husband would take that control from him.

To give him full reign to pin him down to the bed to take what he wanted. To let him give it back on his scheduled timing until he was given his chance to help in that control. When his husband used his strength to hold onto him with that desperation to his wails. His cries. When the black-haired man was controlling the pace of the night. Tonight was far from fast but fuck if it didn't get his dick twitching excitedly once again at the sight of that glistening lube. The slick squelches when his husband's hands moved to spread it.

When he leaned forward with a hand bracing itself onto the bed once more as his husband's right arm curved backwards over his lower back. The light flex of the muscles beneath his skin had him groaning lowly in his throat as his own muscles flexed with a squirm. God, he loves it. Loves it more than he had that night Shouta had gone right alone with his chair binding. When he'd braced himself onto the floor to spread himself open as he sat pinned to the chair. Reduced to nothing more than an active audience.

And while he didn't have that view, he certainly felt just as helpless with the capture weapon wrapped tightly around him from chest to foot save for his pelvis. It was a rush of heat that blistered through him down to that smoldering heat along his bones. Left him breathless as his cheeks throbbed lightly with the force of the blush burning there. However, he tipped his face up when his husband came down to hover over him once more. Dipping his head down, lips fluttered over his hot cheek in fluttering kisses.

Soft pecks that had him grunting up at his husband impatiently. Wishing he could twist. Squirm. Fidget yet the tight squeeze of that capture weapon refused even a finger twitch as his hands pressed into his thighs. Soft kisses were trailed downwards with a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth once more. His lips buzzed with that vicious surge of desire as his breath trembled when he got another press of lips to the corner of his mouth. His teeth dragged over his buzzing lower lip with a tensing of his muscles.

Stiffening in a motionless fidget when Shouta moved over. A soft, fluttering kiss was pressed to his bottom lip to which he pressed his lips to Shouta's full top one. An awkward kiss yet he didn't mind one bit. Another soft kiss was given to his bottom lip which he happily returned to that full top one. His heart pounded viciously against his chest with that sharp stab of excitement when his husband shifted slightly. A trembling breath fanning over his tingling lips. A light touch of that top lip to his own.

A final tease before they were coming down on his. Dry. Warm. So, so plush against his with that fullness as they pressed firmly down against his before moving in a slow slide. A whispering caress that he was more than eager to give back as he jumped to move his lips with those full ones. Listening to that quiet whisper as he moved with that lazy speed when a sigh fanned over his cheek. All week. All day. They'd been building up to this very moment for days discussing back and forth how they were going to go about this.

When they'd do this. Working out the timing, the day, and an in-depth conversation about their boundaries together. Their color system, safety protocols, and their rules for situations like this to put his husband's mind at ease. Because he'd spoken nothing but the truth to his worried husband. He absolutely trusted Shouta with this. He trusted him more than anyone else when it came to tying him up like this or taking that control from him. Put all of his trust into him to speak up if it made him uncomfortable.

He was more than confident that he could help maintain the control and flow if he had the chance to speak up. And God knows how much he fucking loves this already. The warm press of his husband straddling his waist. The weight pinning him down to the mattress effortlessly. The slide of those full lips moving slowly against his as they melted to shape and curve to his own. To fill the gaps his thinner lips had not a chance of filling. Fitting comfortably against him with that quiet whisper with each caress against his.

There was a quiet grunt as his husband reached backwards with the stretch, yet he made no move to pull away. It had his nails biting into his thighs with that desire to move rearing its head up as he moved his lips with Shouta's. There was another grunt followed by a huff fanning over his cheek. Shuddering when there was a slick squelch once fingers made contact with their goal. A consistent, slick sound ringing out as lips moved against his. Pressing down with a firmness that created a sharp stab of excitement.

The heat sizzling underneath the surface of his skin raking at him for that quiet insistence. To be fed. To be relieved before he could boil in his own skin. He threw himself into that kiss with a delight that was given back to him in those slow slides as black curls of hair tickled his cheeks. His glasses dug into his eyebrows, his cheekbones, yet he didn't pay them mind. A minor inconvenience he could forget about. The smack of their moving lips broke up the quiet whisper as shortening breaths fanned over his hot cheek.

That slick rubbing rang out to mix into the medley of sound. He could lose himself into that heat effortlessly. Easily. The slow, firm slides of his husband's lips against his screamed of that desire he'd seen at the foot of the bed. When those dark eyes had been moving over him like he was the hottest thing his husband had ever seen. The sexiest man he'd had the pleasure of coming across when it was wrong, wrong, wrong. He was hardly a gangly limbed person or thin like he had been in his teenage years.

But it was hard not to feel a small stab of self-consciousness when he compared himself to his husband. Shouta had always been thicker than himself; stockier in a way that had made itself abundantly clear once he began to gain muscle mass. He was fuller than him in areas he could never achieve. While he was hardly a stick or ramrod thin like he'd feared, he was nowhere near as thick as his husband. Nowhere near the muscular physique or the full figure with the subtle hint of curves from those muscles.

Hardly close to it yet he had his "winning points" as Nemuri had pointed out in the past. Things that were just as attractive. Just as sexy. Made him just as attractive to others the way that Shouta could appear just as attractive. And God knows that his husband looked at him as if he could see it blatantly. See something that he simply couldn't. A shuddering breath rushed out of him at the shiver racing down his back at the airy whimper flying out of his husband. It was muffled yet it crested quickly in volume.

Trembling when slick rubbing continued to ring out to which he groaned at the thought. The image he had saved in his mind from the countless times he'd seen it but it never got old. The sight of Shouta's slick fingers rubbing against himself was a fucking treat. One that he'd be more than happy to memorize again and again to recommit to his memory. The mere image of those fingers slipping slickly against his skin as it glistened in the low lighting of the bedroom. The way his hole would twitch beneath them.

How his thighs would twitch apart with each rub as hips angled back shamelessly against his rubbing fingers. Oh, it was fucking hot. The quiet rustle of the comforter beneath them merely told him what he already knew. What he could see behind his eyelids as his lashes fluttered against his hot cheeks. Brows squeezing together tightly as a moan burst out of him in unison with his husband as another slick sound rang out with a rub. Swirling, rubbing, teasing himself the way he would before was pushing a finger into him.

God, it had him burning as his muscles again tensed with that urge to squirm. To fidget with that heat ripping itself under his skin at the image coming effortlessly to him. His dick gave a volley of twitches in response to that twisting excitement when he exhaled sharply. Desire gripped at him in a strangle hold that had him moaning out at the light squeeze of that cloth around him. As if reminding him it was pointless. Useless. Yet that desire to move was eating at him already when a sharp breath was taken above him.

Flying out then on a trembling moan into the kiss had him groaning lowly. A slick squelch ringing out as lips pressed down harder to his own with that lazy speed inched up to that slow speed. A change he delightedly followed along with. There was a passion bleeding into the kiss like an undercurrent that had pain burning over his thighs. Throbbing lightly due to that fierce dig of his nails into the skin there. Muscles trembling with that urge to move when his husband moaned into the kiss once again.

He moved his lips with those full ones as they melted against his with that comfortable fit. Growing damp from the moisture gathering with each kiss traded back and forth. A slick smack ringing out as shortening breaths raced over his cheek when he again dug nails in. Reminding himself to keep from moving. From wriggling, twisting, writhing. He'd hardly been in his bindings long enough to truly feel that frustration. Not yet at least but fuck him, if he wouldn't give anything just to touch the warmth of Shouta's skin.

To claw at his waist and squeeze at those arching hips. Sliding his palms over inner thighs as knees slid over the comforter. Simple actions he'd never given a second thought about. Lust twisted through him with raking nails beneath the surface of his skin as heat sizzled through his veins. Boiling his very blood from the gathering heat with each slide of those lips pressing harder to his own. The desire that went unanswered when his husband dug his knees into the mattress. Wobbling lightly with a squirm.

A shrill moan flying out of him with another squelch ringing out. Then another. Another, another, another. It wasn't hard to figure it out. It didn't take a rocket scientist to put together the pieces. To connect the dots. He moaned deafeningly back at his husband with a useless flex and squirm in his bindings. His feet pressed against the cloth only to have it squeezing around him. The volume of his moan trembled before bursting up in volume as he then began to inch up the speed of their kiss once more.

To take whatever control he had over the situation to make his own. To use this moment to take his initiative for what he wanted. His husband squirmed above him as full lips moved to follow along with the changing of their kisses. A passion and desire bleeding into the kiss slowly but gradually had him wanting to fight against the tight capture weapon. To rip his way out to be free yet he refused to do so as his muscles flexed and relaxed intermittently. An ache settling, twisting, into him to grab at his very bones.

His dick twitched excitedly at the slick squelches ringing out above him. What he'd give to see. To be able to watch that finger thrusting into his husband. To watch the rim twitch around it with that unmistakable excitement from his gaze alone. To watch the shamelessness to the idle back and forth twitch of those hips to meet the fast thrusts his finger gave. To see that hungry expression, he knew he'd see once those black lashes lifted from red cheeks. He'd give anything to watch his husband's ministrations.

To be able to merely gawk at the sight as Shouta would inevitably wok in a second finger. A third. Maybe even a fourth. Fuck him, he'd do anything this man said just so he could watch that shameless display. Admire the twitch of that hole around those fingers as if it wasn't enough. For he knew his husband well enough to know fingers never satisfied him for long. However, it was always exciting to tease him until he was whimpering and whining. Clutching at him begging him to pull his fingers out so they could start.

He would empty his damn bank account just to watch his husband fuck himself with his own fingers. It had him moaning as lips slid slickly against his own with that quickening speed. Not fast. Not yet. But it was enough when those lips were pressing hard to his own with black curls tickling his hot face. His shallow, racing breaths fed into that light panting rhythm with each kiss given. Each slick thrust of his husband's finger as his dick twitched. Hotter, hotter, hotter. There was nothing he loved more than this.

Giving his husband the chance to take the control for a night. To give the black-haired man the control for the night from the speed of their foreplay to the sex itself. How fast he wanted it. How hard he wanted it. He knew going into this scenario that his choice off their list would be giving Shouta the chance he always took readily. The very scenario where the black-haired man could do more than howl his orders from beneath him. To act upon what they both knew felt pleasurable for the black-haired man.

Tonight was a situation where Shouta could do whatever he pleased. Whatever he felt pleasurable for the both of them. Sharp smacks of their slick kisses were deafening over the quiet background music. A sharp sound that had jolts of excitement racing down his back that went hand-in-hand with the sparks of heat at each squelch. Each huffing whine his husband left him. Whimpers. It had him pressing his feet against the bindings once more with a moan as his dick twitched in response to those conflicting emotions.

Sensations. That ache twisted in his lower stomach spread down to include his twitching dick as his hips tried to wriggle only to have the resistance of the capture weapon making itself all too abundant. Tight enough to keep him from moving but not so tight to cut off circulation. That had been their agreed upon middle ground together. He was burning up at the ache radiating over his arms and legs from their squeezed together positions. The dig of his nails into his thighs that throbbed with each reinforced press.

It had him moaning into their kiss as his husband squirmed above him restlessly with a rustle of the comforter. Lips crushed themselves down with a strength against his that had them throbbing lightly from the force but God if he wasn't happy to accept it. Eager. He returned that force the best he could as shaking pants fanned over his cheek. Identical to his own. He could only imagine the light jiggle to his husband's arm as he thrusted that finger into himself eagerly. The way the tendons would stand out under the skin.

The flex and pull of the muscles that would be moving as his arm stretched over his lower back. It had his own muscles once again tightening with that urge to squirm as his dick gave another volley of twitches when Shouta's lips broke from his with a sharp smack. Gasping in a breath only for teeth to bite sharply at his lower lip tearing a wild moan out of him. Keening as it tore through the pitches effortlessly when he felt that rush. That surge of that boiling blood through his veins so fast he swore it sizzled.

His feet pressed into the capture weapon weakly to try and arch his hips up. Moaning at his husband when the capture weapon offered no give. No loosening. It was a frustration that he fucking loves as it reared its ugly head in his chest. His nails clawed in what he could only describe as small twitches. Hardly clawing. Hardly moving with that tight squeeze yet it didn't matter for his husband was showing no mercy. Nothing. Not a single sign and dear God if this isn't already proving to be the best.

If he wasn't eating up every little thing given to him when teeth dug into his lip only to tug gently at it. Releasing it only for the tip of his husband's tongue to trace his throbbing bottom lip lightly. The top one with that featherlight touch before flicking his tongue at his lips as that squelching rang out slickly only to pause. A momentary silence as racing, shallow pants were taken by the both of them followed by a slick squelch. A throaty moan burst out of his husband as another flick of that tongue was given to his top lip.

It had him moaning back at the black-haired man when a shameless lap across his lips was given when he failed to open u pat first. A shrill when left his husband when he then opened his mouth without a second thought at another flick of that tongue. Lips crushed themselves down to his with a force that had them throbbing. His teeth aching as Shouta's banged off of his but it didn't matter. Not when he was moving his tongue quickly with a sharp click of his piercing hitting off of his teeth as he moved it quickly.

Meeting Shouta's tongue to which he got a playful flick when it then slid against his. A rub that had him shuddering when a swirling flick was given to his piercing. He moved his tongue to give a rub as his cheeks throbbed lightly from the force of the blush there. Swirling his tongue with Shouta's, there was a fidget of the man above him followed by a squelch. Then another. Another, another, another with a cautiousness to them yet they filled that silence once more. It had his hardening dick twitching excitedly.

He moaned up at the black-haired man as he twisted his tongue eagerly with his husband's when he slid it in a slick rub. Listening to another click of his piercing hitting off of teeth when he massaged his tongue to Shouta's. Shuddering when the action was returned to him in a firm rub. It had his nails biting into that spot they'd found causing it to throb with pain that merely fed into a wave of tingles that pooled into his stomach. Had his shallow pants trembling as he whimpered in unison with his husband.

Burning so hot, hot, hot. He knew their silly little bet was all too familiar to the one they'd made a year ago with the cock rings. When they'd made the bet on who would crack first and beg for them to be taken off and to come together. It was similar and it lit a fire in his stomach as he listened to the slick squelches of those thrusting fingers. It had to be both now, right? That's why he paused, right? It had his feet pressing once more to attempt an arch of his hips only to find no give. A firm resistance keeping him in place.

An enthusiastic, guttural moan broke out of him when his erection tapped lightly against his stomach before resting against it with a twitch. He wants to see. To touch. To admired, croon, and gasp at the black-haired man that slew of praises, degrading words, and encouragements. He wants to move with his husband. Yet the biting strangle hold of the capture weapon had on him kept him from doing so. He fucking loves it as much as he absolutely detests it with each squelch of those thrusting fingers.

Massaging his tongue to Shouta's, he undulated it upwards before moving it to rub the bottom ball of his piercing across the top of his tongue. Loving the wild moan, it got him from his husband as he wobbled on the precarious balance he had on his knees and hand. Oh, he could hear those squelching thrusts speeding up. Coming faster, faster, faster when his husband twisted his tongue up against his once more to which he happily complied. Shuddering when another of those wild moans flew out of his husband.

The squelches coming to an intermittent break to no doubt spread out those fingers. Again, again, again. Repeated. He couldn't take not being able to touch. To be held helpless as little more than a toy for his husband to kiss and, eventually, use to his hearts content. He fucking loves, loves, loves it. It was just like during their marking in their first round when he'd been the one to bounce his husband eagerly. Only this time he couldn't move. And it was a rush of heat that had him trying his best to squirm.

To move only to have the capture weapon gave another squeeze that had him moaning in that keening pitch. Trying to squirm again only to get that biting squeeze from the fabric as Shouta rubbed his tongue to his once more. Massaging slides broken up by playful flicks and swirls he was more than happy to copy. The light clicks of metal hitting off of teeth rang out intermittently with those overeager movements much like his husband's tongue. Huffing pants fanning over hot cheeks as lips crushed themselves against his.

Using such force to that press the ache lingering behind promised swollen lips later. God, he could lay here for the rest of the night not moving an inch beneath his husband. Lose hours simply making out with this man as he remained helpless for whatever Shouta had planned for him. A shiver ran down his back at the mere reminder that he truly didn't know what his husband had planned now that he was tied up. It had him groaning as he listened to that alternating squelches of his husband's thrusting fingers.

The heat blistering under his skin left him feverish as a clammy sweat pricked at his forehead. It was odd, as always, to have his heart damn near throbbing against his chest with the force of their beats yet hear nothing in his ears. No faint throbs like he'd read in romance books, or he'd been told by others playfully. That they "couldn't hear over the heartbeat" in their ears. He'd never understand it, but he was more than fine with that. It would distract him from everything else like the squelches of thrusting fingers.

The quiet, breathy noises his husband let out that bounced in their emotions. Enthusiastic. Frustrated. Delighted. Impatient. It had his stomach flipping then dropping sickeningly as his erection twitched against his stomach. Making an absolute mess as it dripped onto the capture weapon no doubt. It was a damn good thing they had money to dry clean it this weekend. God, he wanted to arch his hips up. To bring his husband's attention to it as it throbbed lightly against his stomach from the blatant neglect.

He just needed something. Anything. Even a damn breath on it would be more than enough for him to be satisfied. He just needed something before it could become too much. Before it could devour him whole. It was an amazing fucking sensation that had his breath hitching. Everything he'd wanted. Everything he'd imagined it being when he had first come across mummification. While his head wasn't swaddled in the capture weapon, that had been an executive request from his husband. So he could have this.

To kiss, nip, and bit at the exposed flesh while the rest of him remained swaddled by the capture weapon save for his pelvis. His pants rasped through his nose as those words clawed at his mind to be spoken. The sheer curiosity that was twisting into him sharply. How many fingers? Was it just the two he had seen? Or was there a third? A fourth? Was he hard? Were his hips moving? What was he doing to himself? It was eating at him as he swallowed them down in favor of moving his tongue with Shouta's.

Twisting, flicking, rubbing his to the black-haired man's as pants fanned over his feverish cheek. It was truly miraculous he could feel the heat of those pants over his feverish blush. Throbbing lightly with the force of it. He groaned up at his husband when his erection twitched against his stomach causing his hips to finally move in a twitch. A small give taken away when that capture weapon squeezed him tight. His groan ripped up in volume into that guttural, raking sound as his nails dug viciously into his thighs.

Muscles jumping beneath his hands with that motionless squirm as his husband moaned into the kiss with a squelch of his thrusting fingers. It was hot, hot, hot. He was so hot. The heat was too much coming from himself. From Shouta. It had him restless as his legs tried to jerk against the tight hold of the capture weapon with a keening moan at the resistance. The motionless movement of his legs despite the flex of his muscles with that attempted jerk. A bead of saliva welled in the corner of his mouth.

His piercing clicked off of teeth once again. Moving his tongue in an overeager movement had it scraping lightly against the edge of teeth as he twisted with Shouta's. Hours. God, he could spend hours like this. Laid out beneath his husband with those lips crushed down onto his. Twisting. licking, rubbing his tongue to his husband's eagerly for hours was the dream. If it wasn't for the fear of another flare up of the sensitive area of his piercings, he'd love nothing more than to spend all night just like this.

If he could get away with it, he'd let himself be wrapped up in various positions with his husband. To have the black-haired man bound up in the capture weapon. Different positions, different uses, all with the help of that fabric until he couldn't take anymore. Until they'd gone through half a damn box of condoms. Half a tube of lube. It was an impossible dream for the meantime, but he knew in a few months' time that he'd be able to live it. That soon enough their sex life would be as active as it once was without a schedule.

He just needed to be patient until that day came for him. Just had to hold out a little longer until he was fully cleared and his husband was comfortable enough to rid them of their sex schedule he'd mad. A moan burst out of him when he got a few nudges against his piercing followed by a swirl of his husband's tongue. Squirming above him restlessly, he could imagine the jiggle to that arm as it curled over his lower back. The flex of his muscles as they pulled taut from the backwards arch of his husband's hips.

Knees digging into the bed as his chest hovered above his own. Whines, whimpers, moans and groans spilling into the kiss as that tongue undulated upwards only to scrape lightly against his teeth. Twisting eagerly with his, he felt that welling droplet in the corner of his mouth roll down his cheek as curls of hair tickled at his face. There was an odd comfort to the strangling squeeze around him keeping him still. Immobile. It had his blood boiling through his veins as his erection twitched against his stomach.

Whining impatiently at that light, erratic throbbing of it as it created a wet patch he could feel. A light rub that soaked fabric against the head of his erection had his muscles tensing to twist. To arch his hips up and get himself the friction he wanted rather than that teasing scratch. He needed something. Anything. Wanting just one touch, one caress, yet he was getting nothing. God, it was awful but it just had that frustration at his bindings genuine. His hands jerking uselessly against his thighs as his erection twitched.

It was painfully reminiscent of last month towards the end of those five weeks of nothing. When he'd been forced to come untouched several times in those final weeks before getting that greenlight. Worried about hurting himself further. He didn't need much just something. There was another twist of his husband's tongue coaxing his to move which he happily threw himself into when he felt Shouta pulling back. Lips leaving his with the kiss breaking as he receives a final, playful flick he happily returned.

Gasping in his pants, lips then came down on his in a peck. Once, twice, third and a fourth time as his husband whimpered. Whining shrilly with those slick squelches of his quick, thrusting fingers rang out. Fuck him, they were moving fast. Pausing with what he knew had to be spreads of his fingers. Thrusting, thrusting, thrusting before pausing with that silence reigning as they stretched out. A consistent rhythm but fuck were those thrusts unbelievably fast. Just how eager was his husband for this? Was he that excited over it all?

While they'd gone three weeks without sex, that contentment had been too precious to break. To nice. Yet his husband seemed eager as if this was their first time having sex since his piercings back in January. Sharp smacks rang out with each peck of those full lips down against his when his husband lifted himself upwards. Fuck. The sight of that blush smothering itself over stubble covered cheeks was beautiful. The dampness to those full lips held a swell to them that would be unmistakable later on.

Black brows twitched from their tight squeeze together as lashes trembled. As if there were a tremendous effort to keep them up. There was a thin line racing down Shouta's chin from a droplet of drool no doubt much like the one drying on his cheek. But it was the heat in those dark eyes that had him breathless. Digging his nails into his thighs at that lustful heat. The desire. Hunger. As if he was about to be devoured alive by his husband the longer it was put off. Starving. Like he had been horribly neglecting that physical need.

It had his erection twitching against his stomach as he whined up at the black-haired man. Biting back those vulgar words clawing at his throat to be let out. To rile up his husband a little more to that breaking point. Then the black-haired man shuddered with a choked sound leaving him. Again, again, again. Dragging his teeth over his buzzing lower lip had eyes locking onto the action. Shuddering above him when there was a slick squelch followed by glistening fingers coming forward to press to the bed.

Pushing himself upwards, the bed dipped on either side of him from the shift of weight. His husband then reached forward to grab at the condom and lube. Turning with legs lifting carefully to flip himself around to face the end of the bed rather than himself. It had him sucking in a stuttered breath at the realization as his teeth dragged over his lip as his jaw dropped down. Gasping in only for it to rasp out of him on a whine. The sight being given to him when his husband was crawling forward before pushing upright.

Thighs tensing to hold himself still as he wobbled lightly. There was a moment of silence before slick fingers were rubbing lube over his piercings in a thin layer. It had him groaning up at the black-haired man as the condom wrapper crinkled once more before a thin gold strip was spit out. Fluttering to the bed, his erection was then pulled away from his stomach with shaking fingers rolling the rubber ring onto him. Cautious as it was eased over his slick piercings before being rolled down to the base.

Fingers then slid up to wrap around him tightly to keep him pointing up. A firm hold as hips then shifted downwards slowly. Angling down, down, down with his husband's right hand coming down to grab at his cheek to pull himself apart. There was a slick layer to his skin that glistened in the low lighting from the lube. It had his breaths hitching as he watched fingers dug into that cheek with the lowering of his hips. Until the head of his erection was nudging against the black-haired man with a sharp breath being taken.

Hips ground down idly against the head of his erection tearing a moan out of him. Once again, he dug his nails into his thighs when he felt a burn. Did he break the skin? Finally tear through with his twitching clawing lines? The dig? It had his moan cresting up in volume quickly when Shouta rolled his hips with that idle grind against the head of his erection. Nudging, nudging, nudging against that twitching hole. Teasing him. It had his fingers shaking from their fierce dig into his thighs as his pants rasped down.

Holding onto something as his pants scraped their ways out of him in huffs. There was another wriggle of those hips in a grind before his husband was hissing a breath down before pressing down firmly. Pressing down against him insistently with fingers shaking lightly as they gripped at him. Pressing, pressing, pressing when he took a sharp breath of his own. Holding it down in his chest as he watched with that rapt fascination. Waiting, waiting, waiting as he caught another twitch of that hole with hips pressing down.

And then that breath was flying out of him on a wheezing moan when there was a give. There was a light tremble to those thighs as Shouta sank down on him with inner walls clamping down around him. Pulling at him as they contracted around him to which his muscles tensed instinctively to buck up. To meet that agonizing slow down. It merely had that capture weapon tightening as he pressed his head back with a wail tearing itself free at the agony of being unable to move. Wanting, wanting, wanting to move.

Needing too. Hands moved out of the way when hips came down to press lightly against them. His erection twitched at the heat that had him utterly melting as he shuddered with a reedy moan ripping free. Echoed by a deafening moan ripping out of the black-haired man with such volume it had his heart skipping. Growing louder with a tremble at each inch sinking into his husband slickly. It was an exasperated moan leaving Shouta when his head fell back with black locks falling down his back in a sway above the middle of it.

It had him shuddering when that weight was settled down onto his pelvis with inner walls clenching around him tightly. Hard. The strength of that squeeze paired with the heat had him moaning encouragingly at the black-haired man. Shuddering as he felt the wet smear against his fingertips at the idle roll of his husband's hips. Lazy figure eights that had his chest heaving against the tight grip of the capture weapon. Mesmerized. Shaking. Tensing. Trying to fight against the cloth with the silent reminders he couldn't.

There wasn't a give anywhere that he could find but God knows he wanted to find it. Some type of give to move with those lazily rolling hips as that tight squeeze around him had that heat ripping under his skin. Leaving him feverish. Hot, hot, hot. Burning. He gasped in his pants, which merely acted to fan that heat. He watched those lazy movements of his husband's as hair swayed against his back with another of those deafening moans flying out of his husband. Such enthusiasm within it that he groaned lowly.

He couldn't help but wonder if it pulled at his vocal cords. If it would strain his throat enough to leave his husband hoarse tonight. Husky in the morning. It had his heart pounding sickeningly as he admired the sight before him. He'd always loved reverse cowgirl. It was a position that allowed him to watch the subtle movements from behind that he might miss while above his husband. While he was in front of him. Small things like the way those thighs flexed to aid in the rolls of his husband's hips against him.

How his feet squirmed over the blankets on either side of him as toes curled tightly. The muscles flexing in his back as his hair swayed against it. Curls that bounced lightly in their sway as it glowed against the pale coloring of his skin. The scars littering his husband's back. It was riveting watching those hips moving in their lazy figure eights before grinding down fiercely against him. Tearing a snapping moan out of him at the change with inner walls clenching around him in response to a twitch.

He was burning up with that heat wrapped around him. The squeeze. As if he could be snapped off at the base and kept in the black-haired man. Clutching at him with that desperation to get his own toes curling against the binding around them as his pants raced. Hitching with cracks and stutters much like his husband's when the black-haired man whined. Loud. As if begging him to move. To grab at his waist and arch his upwards. Grind with him rather than laying still and God if that didn't have him groaning.

Twitching his fingers with nails scratching at his thighs in the tiny movement. He could die happily like this as his husband ground down against him in tight circles. Gradually abandoning that lazy slowness of the figure eights when Shouta raised his head up with a low groan before leaning forward. Hands gripping onto his bound hands as hips ground down against him with knees sliding over the blanket. Spreading himself wide, wide, wide allowing him to settle in that sink. Giving him a damn show.

It was an exciting thought when he watched those spread thighs flexing when his husband pushed on his legs. Lifting himself up, up, up with above that first piercing of his. Then the second as they slipped out of his husband tearing a throaty moan that was echoed by the black-haired man. Thrown back at him when hips then dropped down quickly to complete the bounce tearing another moan out of him. Shuddering at the hit of hips hitting against his pelvis with a display of strength that had his pants hitching.

Moaning fervently at the black-haired man causing inner walls to spasm around him. A twitch that had him itching to move. There were a few tight grinds down against him before his husband lifted himself right back up to that first piercing then dropping down. Curls swayed with a bounce around his shoulders as a moan spilled out of Shouta. And God if it didn't set him ablaze to watch even a few inches of himself being exposed before disappearing back into his husband. An addicting sight as Shouta moved again.

Giving a third bounce before he was lifting himself right back up with those two piercing slipping out of him. Thighs trembling as they tensed before he was dropping back down against his pelvis tearing an ecstatic moan out of him. Then his husband repeated it again in another bounce. Then another. Another, another, another. Lifting and falling in that quick bouncing had him shaking with the tense set of his muscles as the black-haired man settled into his rhythm. Strict, tight bounces that rivaled the moan spilling out of him.

Unmistakably delighted as his hair rustled over the comforter when he pressed it back. A fierce press at that itching desire to find a give to simply arch his hips up. Contribute something to the moment. And yet from those trembling, keening moans spilling out of his husband he knew he was having the time of his fucking life. A delight to the moan flying out of him as he bounced himself with fingers clutching at his shins. Clinging onto him with a hard squeeze to get the skin beneath aching as pants rasped out of him.

Painfully loud yet God knows he couldn't get enough. Not enough. He tried fighting against the cloth in a jerk of his shoulders and knees yet found nothing, nothing, nothing. Helpless. Perhaps it was a degradation he'd never thought of but the thought of being used like a toy? A useless thing as his husband got off? It was fucking hot. A driving point along with that capture weapon of his. His brows squeezed together with a tremble to the muscles as he shuddered at the heat raking beneath his skin. Twisting.

The cacophony of sound blotted out that quiet music he'd put on earlier. The rasping, huffing pants taken by the both of them rushing out on stuttering hitches. Catching on inhales. The quiet sound of their comforter rustling beneath his knees as they slid over it. Dug into it. The squelches ringing out with the rub of the condom and lube working together with each downwards drop. The light slap of their skin meeting as Shouta dropped down to his exposed pelvis. His own hair rustling over the comforter with its backwards press.

He then raised his head up with a gasping heave. Forcing trembling lashes up as his glasses slipped down his nose. Enough for him to watch that lift and fall of his husband's hips. The flex of his thighs as his knees dug into the mattress along with that delicious flex of the muscles in his back. The lift and fall of his hips with that forward lean allowed him to spread open slightly. Just enough for him to see himself as Shouta lifted himself up only to disappear when he dropped down. The twitch of his hole when he slammed down.

An outwards reaction when those inner walls spasmed around him. It was beautiful. So beautiful! His husband was a damn work of art bouncing on him no matter how shallowly. Gave him the view he would want after not being able to touch and he knew it. It was why he chose this position of all of them, wasn't it? To give him that simplistic pleasure of watching when he couldn't touch? It had him moaning encouraging at his husband with each drop down that had him bouncing lightly with the mattress beneath them.

The spasm before inner walls clutched around him in another hard squeeze that had him wailing out with a frantic struggle against the capture weapon. Trying, trying, trying. Needing, needing, needing. His husband let out a keening moan with hands clutching at his legs as he bounced himself quickly. He could only imagine how those black curls brushed against his red cheeks. Trembling over his shoulders. It had him burning up as he watched his husband lifting and dropping himself excitedly. Eagerly.

Bouncing on him with huffing pants hitching sharply as the squelches of that rubber and lube punctuating his bouncing. Fuck him, he was mesmerized. Eager to watch himself disappear into the tight heat, strangling him as his lips trembled silently with the words clawing at his throat. Threatening to rip out of him with each quick bounce his husband gave had him snapping his mouth shut with a click of his teeth. Gnashing them together with a tightening of his jaw when his husband whimpered at him.

Burning up, up, up with each bounce of those hips. The flexing of those muscles beneath pale skin that had his mouth watering. It was always tempting to leave marks on that pale skin of his husband's for them both to reflect on. Look at when they were long done. He could marvel over this man all night. There was a shift before his husband began to move himself faster. Coming down harder. Hips twitching as Shouta lifted himself up fast, fast, fast with those piercings slipping in and out of him with that rub.

Hips slammed back down to his pelvis with such strength it tore a howl out of him at that hard hit as he bounced lightly with the mattress. Muscles tensed with that motionless writhing when his husband lifted himself back up to that mouthwatering height as he watched himself sliding out of the black-haired man. Did he feel it? The rub of his piercing when they were slipping in and out of him? Could he feel it? Fuck if that wasn't a thought to get him unfairly hot. Turned on at the thought his husband could feel it.

His pants hitched at the height of his husband's upward lift of his hips before hips were dropping down again. Hands clutched at him fiercely as Shouta bounced himself fast, fast, fast. God, everything about that angle was fucking beautiful. The height that allowed two of his piercings to slip in and out. In his haze he could see it for what it was from the second his husband lifted his hips up. From the second he started in on that fast and hard speed. Riding him with that wild abandon right out the gate the way he had.

It was a fucking tease.

There was nothing more to it than the knowledge Shouta had been showing off with it all. It was meant to drive him up the damn wall. The fast speed that rang out with slick squelches mixing in with the rasping pants being taken. The whimpers and whines that tore out of his husband an airy quality that had his stomach flipping. That ache twisting in his stomach with the pooling of pleasure. God, he could drool over that sight before him. The sight of his erection disappearing into that tight heat had him melting.

Oh, it was so fucking good, good, good. His teeth gnashed together as Shouta moved with a confident that made itself abundantly clear with each bounce. Bold. He seemed to be taking delight as he slammed down to his pelvis when it had his breaths flying out on another moan. Another snapping, guttural groan that had the black-haired man shuddering above him. His air was hardly making it to his itching lungs before it flew out once more. He wished he could move. Wished he could be more active.

A contributing partner when it came to sex but that's what made it so good tonight. What made mummification so fucking hot to him. To be laid helpless while his husband used him up. He was all too delighted to watch those hips flying up and down as his husband whimpered at him breathlessly. Hips squirming restlessly when they slammed down against his bed with another whimper ripping out of Shouta in that keening pitch. Nearly a mewl. The bed dipped as his husband's knees dug into it to move himself.

Fast, fast, fast. Coming down hard, hard, hard. The sight of that hole twitching around him with an internal spasm of inner walls had him sizzling. Lit aflame like a match with each inch of himself revealed with piercings rubbing as they slipped out sending sparks of heat up his back. Watching himself disappear back into that heat that seemed intent on strangling his erection. It was hot, hot, hot inside of Shouta as those inner walls clamped down. So amazing! He knew he'd babble if he let his tight jaw relax once.

His pants hissed through his teeth fiercely as his chest ached from that tight ache of the capture weapon wrapped over it. He couldn't complain. Didn't have the air for it when his husband was slamming down knocking it out of him. Shouta, on the other hand, seemed to be playing his own dangerous game. He just knew his mouth was hanging open with those shameless moans and whimpers ripping free from him as he panted. He could hear breaths rushing out with a half forced start of a word before it was swallowed down.

Knew the tight knit of those black brows as swollen, full lips moved silently. Much like his own had seconds ago. Slick bounces coming so fast, fast, fast it left him burning up. Razed apart with that heat being fed again and again with each squelch. Each half formed gasp of his name followed by a moan as the rest was strangled down. His husband had fortitude, had a stubbornness, but would it hold out? Would he keep those words down as he bounced himself? Or would he knock them out of himself with those hard bounces?

It was fucking exciting not knowing what would happen. Who would break their playful, cheeky bet first as his husband bounced himself with that eagerness. That excitement. As eager as himself for another slick thrust with hips hitting down against him. There was nothing hotter than watching his husband ride him like this. To watch thighs flexing and twitching as if to sink down lower on his pelvis with each bounce. There was a beauty in watching his husband fuck himself on his erection with such desperation.

In watching the desperation, the eagerness, making itself absolutely evident in the way those hips rolled when they came down. How they flew up and down without a single thought behind it. He could let Shouta pin him to the damn bed and let the black-haired man ride him for hours. Anything to watch those hips rolling, grinding, lifting and dropping as his husband whimpered above him. He could only imagine how that erection had to be leaking onto his stomach making it slick. Much like the wet patch he was making.

Soaking into the capture weapon as he moaned enthusiastically up at his husband. Encouraging him silently to keep going faster, faster, faster. To come down harder. Ride him with that wild abandon he'd always used in the past. He could only imagine how that erection was tapping against his stomach with those hard, fast bounces. Moaning up at his husband through his clenched teeth was a rasping sound. Clawing its way free as he forced his trembling lashes to stay up. To memorize the drop and lift of his husband's hips.

Watching himself disappearing into that strangling heat. Greedy. Hungry. Inner walls spasmed around him before clutching tightly in response to the twitches of his erection. His panting breaths hiss through his clenched teeth feeding into snapping moans and guttural groans as his brows trembled from their tight squeeze. Glasses slipping down his nose as a clammy sheen of sweat pricked at his forehead. His cheeks. Sparks of heat raced up his back when Shouta slammed himself down against his pelvis with a hard hit.

Bouncing him as a deafening squelch rang out when hips squirmed eagerly against him. Grinding down with a forwards and backwards rock of those hips; sliding against his pelvis the way he would if they were grinding. Twisting and rutting together before clothing came off. The same damn motion he'd used countless times on his husband. It had him crying out as he tried once more in vain to buck up into that tight heat only to find the bite of that capture weapon squeezing the air out of his lungs.

Wheezing as his husband then lifted himself up to resume his fast bouncing. Hard hits against his pelvis with inner walls pulling at him threatened to burn him up. Had his lashes fluttering as his eyes threatened to roll back on him. He fought it with a tightening of his jaw. Gnashing his teeth together hard, hard, hard until he feared he'd chip a tooth. There was an undeniable, delighted pleasure in the moans spilling out of his husband shamelessly as he bounced himself fast, fast, fast. Coming down hard as he dared.

An exhilaration to the sounds spilling out of him in between those keening, pleading whimpers. As if there was a subconscious instinct in his husband that was waiting for him to grab at his waist and slam himself up. It had a whimper of his own ripping through his clenched teeth. His hearing aids shrieked at the feedback of that ear ringing sound leaving himself resulting in a twitch as he choked it off when Shouta flinched. Hot, hot, hot. Burning, burning, burning. His husband slammed himself down on his pelvis with a hard hit.

Squeezing around his erection so damn tight it tore a rasping, snarling growl out of him. A sound that had his husband shuddering above him with a whimper flying out of him. Cracking as hips worked frantically in that bouncing. Lifting and dropping frantically. It was so, so good. So fucking good! Everything was exactly what he'd held that hope it would be. The pleasure. The heat. The helplessness. The frustration. Oh, he couldn't get enough of it. Wanted more, more, more from his husband as that capture weapon tightened.

Keeping him perfectly still. Holding him tightly with a security he hadn't been expecting when it came to researching mummification. It was fucking hot to be reduced down to nothing more than a sex toy for his husband. He could have been a body pillow with a dildo attached to it for all he was worth in his feverish mind. Being used as nothing more than to chase pleasure for himself and Shouta. After all, being unable to move he wasn't contributing anything. He was being used up by Shouta to get off.

Something he could fuck himself on with that unmistakable eagerness that shone with his wild bouncing. Growing sloppy ever so slightly as squelches rang out deafeningly to mix with their huffing pants. The airy, back-of-the-throat sounds being made by his husband. A contrast to the throatier, guttural moans flying out of himself at the light bounces of his husband's impacts on his pelvis. It was a degradation he couldn't deny he wanted. To be reduced to nothing more than a toy for his husband?

Something he could fuck to his hearts delight? Oh, it brought a pleasure and excitement that was akin to that night Shouta had wanted to try somnophilia. It was breathtakingly exciting. A hard drop against his pelvis had his tight jaw slacking despite his best efforts. Dropping open on a gasp as he threw his head back against the bed as his husband repeated that hard drop again. And again. Again, again, again with a strength that hadn't made itself clear in those first hard drops. Fuck, this was different.

It had him moaning ecstatically up at the black-haired man with that volume clawing upwards with an activation of his quirk springing to life. Amplifying the sound until his moans had the picture frames on the wall rattling. Had the lamp shades rattling with the lamb itself vibrating over the tables surface as his moans tore up in volume quickly. Effortlessly. His hearing aids shrieked at the feedback but he couldn't stop. If he couldn't stop then what did that mean? If he couldn't strangle them down, then what did he do?

His husband was flinching above him with irritation tearing into his moans back at him as hips jerked up and down, up and down, up and down. Slipping, sliding, sinking into that strangling heat that merely had his moans tearing up into a howl when inner walls gave another hard squeeze. Trying to break him. To get him to babble. And God he wanted too. He wanted to howl, wail, sing and scream this man's praises. Until the damn police were showing up because it reached through their window for the neighborhood to hear.

He wanted to shout out every praise, degrading term, and vulgar word he could come up with. Howl this man's name until he was hoarse from the snarling words. To hear his husband's deep voice reaching its keening pitch as he wailed back in between gasps. Chanted his name like he was a God. The only word he knew how to say. To hear him slurring those vulgar words back at him with praises of his own. Degrading terms he'd picked up from God knows where only to be spoken on a slurred moaning wail.

He wanted, wanted, wanted to move. To pound himself into the black-haired man the way those hard drops insinuated he wanted. He wanted to sit up to slam this man down onto his stomach to give those pounding thrusts that had him wailing. Had his husband moaning shamelessly at him to go harder, harder, harder. Faster. To have that assurance his husband would be husky in the morning. But he couldn't. being bound this tightly there wasn't a chance of him moving but ohhhh, he wanted too! It was so good because-!

"Oh! Oh, ohhhh, Shouta! Fuck, baby!" He threw his head back wailing as he tried to writhe in the tight confines once more. Buck his hips up. Meet that eager bouncing as slick squelches rang out from that tight squeeze around himself. The heat swallowing him up effortlessly as his husband's back arched with a wail leaving him when hips pounded down against him to make up for his stillness. His lack of movement. "Yes, yes, yes! Baby, please! Please! I need- Mmmngh!"

The capture weapon's end had been pooled near his shoulder as the rest remained wrapped tight around him. Something extra to wrap around his head should they choose to go that far tonight. It shot up to slither beneath his neck to slide over his mouth to clamp his mouth shut with a tight squeeze. It had him moaning wildly into the fabric as he pressed his head back when his husband shouted above him. "Do-Don't talk! Don't talk, don't talk! Ke-Keep your fuckin' mouth shut! Mmmn!"

Fuck. Him. He moaned shamelessly into the stiff fabric keeping his mouth shut with a frequency that had his husband moaning above him in that keening pitch. Nearly reaching that mewling one that had his blood burning through his veins as he huffed through his nose desperately. A small bead of sweat slithering down his temple as he shook with the stiff press against the fabric forcing to him to be still. God, that hoarse note to his husband's voice with that shout could feed his arousal for hours. Days.

A beautiful sound that had him pressing his head into the mattress before lifting his head up to watch. To keep his eyes on those moving hips as the muscles flexed. The arch to Shouta's back as hips slammed down against him to mimic that pounding strength, he would use upwards. Causing his hair to fly around his shoulders as his head was thrown back. Bouncing himself fast, fast, fast with the hard hits against his pelvis had heat sizzling up his back with the resulting pleasure pooling into his stomach.

So hot, hot, hot. He was so fucking hot but he wished he could have more, more, more. He didn't want this to be the one and only round but he had to stick to what he agreed upon. After all, he had two hands. He had their videos he'd happily edited. He had more than enough material to get himself off after this again if he needed it. But God, it'd never replace this. Nothing, nothing, nothing would feel as damn good as hips dropping down him so hard. The way black locks flew about his husband's shoulders.

How they would no doubt be brushing at flushed cheeks as he bounced himself. The feverish heat rolling off of the black-haired man as he moved to lean forward once more. Hands planting onto the bed on either side of his bound legs giving him that view. Sizzling him as that angle allowed him to watch each time as hips slid up then down. Pounding themselves down against his pelvis ruthlessly. Vicious hits that had him bouncing lightly with the mattress. Watching giddily as hips swung up, up, up until his piercings slipped out.

Rubbing over the rim of that twitching hold before Shouta was jerking his hips back down. It was fucking hot watching his erection slip into his husband with those slick slides as inner walls contracted and clamped around him with that tight squeeze. Strangling his twitching erection fiercely with those shameless moans spilling out of his husband. Louder, louder, louder in volume much like his own muffled moans. His groans. Vibrating into the cloth as a bead of sweat ran down the side of his face quickly.

Hair stuck annoyingly to his skin with half of it pinned beneath his right shoulder while the rest spread over the bed. It was amazing. All of it. He'd only asked, and his husband had come right through to deliver. It had him panting raggedly through his nose as that low spark twisted into his lower stomach. Listening to that squelching of the rubber and lube punctuating each bouncing thrust downwards. The wheezing pants leaving his husband the fed into that shameless moans had his stomach flipping.

The whimpers in between growing louder with trail ends of his name. Quiet. There was a sound raking nails over the blanket when he let his gaze flick over when Shouta's right hand jerked away from the bed. His back arched as hips slammed down with a shout leaving the man as he howled into the cloth at that sudden strangling squeeze. Stronger than the others had been. Harder. Gripping at him until he swore, he could feel that light throbbing building with the twisting spark of an orgasm making itself known.

It had nails biting into his thighs with a throbbing burn that had his quirk kicking to life with the renewal of that howl. His hearing aids shrieked once more sending a jolt of pain to his ruined eardrums at that burst of sound. Muffled yet it was deafening. Bringing with it an ear ringing pain. It had his husband jerking with a whimper of discomfort as he choked it down the best he could. To cut off the use of his quirk with a clench of his jaw to muffle himself further to try and aid that cloth to keep himself quiet.

Grinding his teeth together as that cloth tightened over his mouth to keep his lips together. Keeping his mouth shut. It had him moaning while he watched himself slipping in and out, in and out, in and out of his husband as inner walls clenched around him. It was all so hot. He couldn't take the heat sizzling under his skin a second long as that cloth kept him in place. Sweating beneath it with the feverish heat while his husband bounced himself. Huffing, quiet whines leaving the black-haired man when he forced open his eyes.

Squinting through his lashes. Forcing his head up, he couldn't help a throaty, snapping moan into the fabric at the sight of his jiggling right shoulder. The scar lining the back of it standing out with that glistening sheen of sweat breaking over his skin as his shoulder bounced. He'd known exactly what his husband was going to do the second that hand had moved. The second it jerked up from the bed. God, he was burning up. He wanted to move so bad. Wanted to twist, squirm, writhe, and slam up into that heat desperately.

Wanted to hold onto his husband's waist and aid in those hard bounces until the man was wailing. He wanted to pound himself up into the black-haired man as he twisted and writhed beneath him. It was absolutely maddening being forced into this stillness when his muscles were tensing and jerking against the tight fabric. Feet pressing restlessly only to have them squeeze at as his toes curled tightly. Wanting to rip himself free yet being unable to do so. To be forced to do little more than watch him.

Something he knew his husband had to be eating up even without the confirmation. The black-haired man had said it in the past that the only thing that could matter was that he kept his eyes on him. And he could happily watch this man for hours as he bounced himself excitedly. Ragged pants coming shallowly as he did so with that shoulder bouncing lightly with the rest of him as he jerked himself off. Forced into silence and stillness, that truly did forced him to little more than watch. No better than the sex machine.

It had his erection twitching at the thought to which inner walls contracted around him with that mimicked throbbing. Moaning into the cloth at that pooling of pleasure as the spark twisted tighter, tighter, tighter into his lower stomach. Hot. A coal that was clawing its way up to the surface with the aid of his husband's bouncing. The throbbing around his erection as slick squelches punctuated each drop. Each lift. It was being driven nowhere but up as that orgasm clawed its way upwards. His pants trembled on heaving gasps.

Pants that inevitably fed into the moans ripping thier way out of him one after another. The groans that snapped out of him into the cloth shamelessly as his husband bounced quickly. Urgently. And he shudder as he caught that all too familiar slick sound. Quieter than the squelches of the lube but he was able to catch it even briefly over the other sounds. A sound that always came with that palming he had to be giving to the dripping head as he stroked himself. Now that had him blistering with a fresh wave of heat.

One that had his thighs shaking to spread apart. Itching to plant his feet to the bed to jerk himself up into the black-haired man yet he tried to swallow it down. Digging his nails into his hold instead as he pressed his head back. Squeezing his eyes shut with lashes fluttering on his cheeks as he tried to think around that frustration. That ache. To move, move, move. He needed to move. To think around it. His pants rasped quickly in huffs when Shouta slammed himself down with a grind of his hips against him.

An adjustment of thier position before flying up then down tearing a wail out of himself. Jolting violently with hips grinding down only to lift himself up then down with another jerk as that wail choked off into a short cry. A burst of sound that quickly gave way to that urgent movement as his husband bounced himself with that eagerness to it. Jerking, twisting, jolting above him with each downward drop as hips swung up higher. Allowing for all three of his piercings to slip in and out, in and out, in and out.

All while his husband gasped and squirmed above him. Twisting, writhing, and clawing at the blanket as those slick squelches rang out. The rustling comforter broken up by puffing pants being taken by the both of them. Hardly filling his lungs before it was flying out with that agonizing twist of his orgasm clawing up. Up, up, up with inner walls spasming around him in what he knew to be a twitch when hips slammed down. Clenching around him then continuing to constrict as he cried out into his makeshift gag.

For that's what it was, wasn't it? A makeshift, impromptu gag to keep him quiet. Heat sank into him viciously with that building, erratic throbbing of his erection making itself all too abundant as his husband bounced himself quickly. Hips rocking slightly to nudge at his prostate no doubt when those drops didn't strike it. It had his husband whimpering in that cracked pitch with nails clawing at the comforter once more. Puffing breaths carrying softer cries breaking up his moans. His whimpers and groans.

God, it was good, good, good! He couldn't think under it. He wished he could twist and writhe with that knifes edge of an orgasm twisting into him. Short cries of his own grew louder with each puff of air feeding into another. Another, another, another as his world shrank down with that heat. Where nothing mattered but that tight squeeze. The heat soaking into his throbbing erection as it twitched only to get those tightening walls to throb around him. Pulling at him. Where nothing mattered but making Shouta feel good.

Feeling good himself. The bouncing of his husband's hips as those soft cries crested into a wail of his name. Tearing out of his husband again. And again. Again, again, again. Like a plea. A bargain. A curse. A praise. A God. An entity he had to plea for forgiveness from. For mercy. As if it was the one word in his feverish brain he could cling too as his voice grew strained with hips slamming against him. Desperate. Chanting his name over, over, over until he could hear that husky rasp as inner walls clamped down around him.

God, nothing mattered outside of those bedroom doors. Outside of their window. The world outside could stay at bay a moment longer as his husband bounced with that ruthless strength. The slick squelches ringing out as his name was shouted again, again, again. Mixed in with the breathless pleadings of please, please, please. A muttered chant as hips rolled, rocked, and moved tightly each time he slammed down. Nothing in the world mattered but Shouta, Shouta, Shouta right now. Nothing could compare.

Nothing would eat up his attention more than the squirming man above him. The heat melting him through with that tight squeeze of his twitching hole. The hands clawing at the blanket as his husband gasped and whimpered above him. Pleading under his breath for more, more, more. He knew, had they not made their bet, he'd be begging for him to come. For him to hurry, hurry, hurry. And it had him fucking hot. He'd do anything, anything, anything for Shouta. Anything for him to fuck him again.

To have another chance to be buried up to the hilt in this man. To touch, fondle, caress, and kiss that dry skin to his heart contents. Until he was sick at the thought of sex. Until he couldn't bear the thought of another round with his husband even as hands reached for him. He'd give anything to make his husband feel good he kept coming back for more. That he was left jus as insatiable as himself for another chance at moment of passion. Pleasure. To go, go, go until he couldn't take that heat anymore.

And he couldn't take it. God, he couldn't- wouldn't live under this boiling heat a second longer. That heat had his heart throbbing against his chest as his back attempted to arch yet it merely got that capture weapon tightening around him. A piercing, guttural howl left him into the cloth as he heard that familiar rattle of the items around him. Viocious when his husband was slamming down with a purposeful, hard squeeze around his throbbing erection. Choking that damn orgasm out of him as his muscles tensed.

Wanting to arch up as he howled out yet having no give to do so. Having that cloth biting into his skin with its strangling hold as his husband rocked his hips urgently down against him. That orgasm snapping over him in a viciously pluck that left him blind to the heat rushing up his thighs. Pooling into his stomach as tingles raced under his skin with that howl cresting up, up, up before he could choke it down. His shaking muscles stiffening further with that rushing orgasm hitting him without a drop of mercy.

His head pressing back to the mattress with his lashes fluttered against his hot cheeks as his eyes rolled back. Hot, hot, hot. Throbbing. Burning. He couldn't breathe under that strangle hold the orgasm had on him. Pummeling him wave after wave left him shaking as his husband slammed down with tight grinding circles when he wailed. That husky rasp all too apparent as knees slid forward with the light press of them digging into his sides. Jerking, jolting, twisting. Gasping, panting, wheezing through the waves.

Struggling to breathe when that white-hot heat was strangling him. Drowning. Boiling. Melting. And he was fucking floating.Burning in his own skin as he remained stiff under his shaking husband above him. A croak of a sound ripping itself out of the black-haired man as hips stilled in their tight grinding to instead press down against him. A hard press that had him dipping into the mattress. Holding him down as he struggled to breathe through the twitches of his erection. Living through the vicious throbs.

The spurts leaving him frantically it seemed as those inner walls throbbed around him. Trying to pull more, more, more out of him. Coaxing another spurt of come out of him with the intention of milking him dry of everything he could possibly have. To get every last drop of come he had inside of him out. It was a fucking hot thought that had him shaking. Shuddering as a croak of a noise left himself identical to the one his husband had made. Hot, hot, hot. A white-hot heat opposed to that flaming heat of lust.

It was a white-hot heat that strangled and tingled. Brought that gratification with it even as he shook under its grip. Endless. Choking him. Boiling him alive until he'd go insane. Drown under the waves hitting and tearing him apart maliciously with the intent on racing him apart. It went on for minutes, hours, days. Weeks. Years. Suspended in that white-hot state until that aching orgasm rushed out of him once more. Leaving him as suddenly as it came, he slumped into the bed with that air rushing out of him.

A final, weak spurt leaving him as he gasped in shakily only for it to rush out on a sharp, cracking rush. Heaving in another as Shouta let out a sharp, shuddering breath of his own when he sank above him with that weight pinning him down as he braced his hands forward judging by the bed bounce. God, his eyes ached it seemed from that roll when he forced his lashes up to focus. To look up to his husband when his gaze flicked down towards his legs. Shaking on either side of him with rasping pants being taken.

The sudden silence amplifying the ragged pants that were painfully loud over the quiet of the music playing off their speaker. Startling without the other sounds to accompany it when his husband was exhaling in a sharp huff when he squirmed before hips began to raise up weakly. Slowly with knees digging into the mattress as legs shook with the weight put on them when he felt the capture weapon slowly unwinding from around him. Slowly inching to uncurl but fuck him, it had him moaning into the strip over his mouth.

Looking up at his shaking husband when another trembling sigh left the man before hips were raising up slowly. Much like the capture weapon. It had him moaning into the cloth that remained tight over his mouth as relief flooded into him. His legs pointing out in a stretched that had a throaty moan spilling out of him as Shouta lifted himself upwards. Slipping out of the black-haired man with a slick squelch yet it was lost under that relief. His arms threw themselves out instinctively when the cloth moved away.

Arching his back up from the bed, his feet pressed to the mattress with a stretch that had his back popping lightly. There was a shift of the mattress next to him when he opened his eyes once more with a crinkle as the wipes were grabbed at. He raised his head up along with his hands to glance at his fingertips. Confirming what he already knew. He'd broken the skin with that fierce dig into his thighs, but it didn't matter if they were small cuts. Small breaks. He could easily slap a few Band-Aids over them after a shower.

He then reached his shaking hands down to grab at the ring of the condom. Working it up carefully to keep any chance of leaking or spilling from happening before rolling. Looking up briefly when Shouta crawled back over to settle back on his heels. A wipe in hand as he scrubbed at his shaking hands before balling it up as a new one was grabbed at. Scrubbing at his stomach firmly had suds forming around his fingers while he pulled the condom off of himself successfully. He then lifted it up to begin attempt to tie it off.

Growling breathlessly when the slick rubber squelched before snapping at his fingers painfully. Grunting quietly with another snap of the slick rubber at his fingers as his shaking hands struggled to get it tied off. Hissing once more under his breath at a third snap before he got it tied off. The rubber squelched as he did so when it was then taken from him. Balled up with the used wipes as it was tossed into the trash. Then Shouta tugged a fresh wipe from the pack to swipe at his thigh lightly he couldn't help hissing at.

Burning over the open wounds that had the black-haired man clicking his tongue sharply as he wiped at his right thigh lightly. Flipping it in his grasp, his husband then rubbed gently at his piercings before moving up to the head of his softening erection. Swiping delicately at the head before pulling away once it seemed to be satisfactory as his husband turned to toss the wipe away. And finally, finally, finally the cloth around his mouth slithered away when Shouta turned back towards him with a shudder sigh.

Breaking up the pants when lips came down on his with pecks he happily returned. A smile bursting over his lips when those full ones moved to flutter kisses over his face with a droplet of sweat streaking down his temple. Smeared against his cheek bone by a kiss. He then moved with his hands reaching out towards his husband's waist. Kneading at him before tugging at the black-haired man gently. Coaxing him to slide over the blanket to lay out as he rolled forward. Settling between his husband's spreading legs.

Pecking that flushed, sweaty face excitedly had lips fluttering over his own hot cheeks in response. Targeting the freckles along them and the bridge of his nose with a barely concealed delight. Adoration being given freely as he nuzzled that sweaty cheek delightedly with a scratch of that stubble against his lips. Earning himself the feeling of hands sliding up into his hair to hold it away from his shoulders and throat. Away from his face as lips pecked at it. Soft kisses given had him giggling breathlessly.

He happily targeted the scar running beneath his right eye. Up to the arch of his eyebrow. His forehead. Down to the bridge of his nose then further to the tip of it causing it to scrunch up rather adorably as lips targeted his jaw. The smattering of freckles along his cheeks as nails scratched at his scalp gently. He could die happy. The relief, the euphoria of that orgasm, were wrapping him up in a delightful fog as he kissed at that flushed face. He swore he got himself a giggle, yet it was gone too fast for him to identify it.

It didn't matter. Not one bit. He could always pull giggles from Shouta if he truly wanted to hear that sound leaving his panting husband. Sliding his hand along Shouta's thigh up towards his waist, he kneaded at him softly earning himself a crackling hum when he pecked at his cheek once more before moving. Leaning in, he nuzzled his nose to the black-haired man's earning himself a breathless chuckle. Delighted. Affection. Then he got a gentle nuzzling movement back that tore a fresh giggle free.

Ecstatic and exhilarated didn't touch the weightless emotions tearing into him. Eating him up with their intensity. It had his stomach fluttering when he gave another nuzzle of his nose to Shouta's before pulling back allowing full lips to pepper his cheek in kisses that he happily returned. Showering him in that adoration that had him melting. Returning it eagerly to Shouta who soaked it up. Arms tightened around his shoulders with another gentle scratch when his husband then cleared his throat softly.

"So-So, was it a tie?" Humming at the black-haired man, he nuzzled his lips and nose to his feverish cheek when a hand caressed his hair gently with a shudder running over his husband when he shifted his hand down. Moving his thumb down to roll circles close to that tattooed hip. "O-Or is it no-not worth it to keep track? It was a-a stupid fuckin' bet to ma-mmmake it all hotter, ya know? I mi-might've cheated, didn't I?"

A giggle burst out of him at the hint of guilt in his husband's voice. As if he were a child about to be scolded for cheating at a little game or caught giving a white lie. "I do-don't care if you cheated! Li-Like you said, it was somethin' to ma-make it hotter! Though I like the id-idea of it bein' a tie! If you thi-think about it, I was gonna lose if you ha-hadn't stopped it! So don't wo-worry 'bout somethin' stupid when it ma-made it stupidly fuckin' hot, baby!"

"Stu-Stupidly hot, huh?" Fingers combed through his hair when he gave a lazy hum back with a kiss to that cheek delightedly as a shiver ran down his back. His stomach fluttered at hte slick slide of clammy skin against his when Shouta slid a hand out of his hair down his back. The other cupping the back of his head as he got a nuzzle back. "The-Then it was worth it! When we go sho-shower, I wanna look at your thighs, Zashi! You cut yourself op-open, didn't you? Do you fe-feel okay? Anything feel wei-weird?"

God, this man. He was going to make him melt into a puddle with that tender concern as he nuzzled his cheek. The scratch of his stubble sending tingles down his back as he hummed softly. "I'm fu-fuckin' perfect, baby! You cou-couldn't have made it hotter if you tried! God, I lo-love you, Shouta! I love you so fuckin' much, baby, you know that?"

That cheek lifted in a twitch beneath his lips when arms squeezed him down against his husband's chest when his head turned. Lips pressing to his cheek as he was given another nuzzle back when a hand slid up and down his back lazily. Kneading in shaking circles as he squeezed at his husband. Racing pants fanning over his cheek as lips pressed against it in another kiss. He didn't need his husband to declare his love back. Didn't need to hear it to know it was returned. Not when actions said it loud and clear for him.