Fifty Darker Shades of EraserMic

by CrypticBeans

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

46. A Taste Of Pain?

Shouta loves his lazy nights with his husband. There was nothing he loves more than these precious moments when he got to have a quiet moment. When Eri was bed and they had time for one another. With summer vacation looming, the blonde had begun talking about their plans, what they could do, where they could go, and he was content. Twirling a piece of silky blonde hair around his fingers, he tugged gently at it when he looked down at his husband in his lap. "Hey, Zashi?"

"Mmm?" The blonde looked up from their most recent purchase; a Kindle that he'd bought for Hizashi's birthday. While his husband preferred the heavy weight of books in his hands, the blonde had been using his kindle quite a bit in recent times. He had not a clue what he was reading on it, but he was happy to see it being put to use. The glow of the screen was reflected on his husband's lenses and put a glow to green eyes as the blonde looked up at him. "What's up, baby? Got something in that noggin of yours?"

"I do, actually. And I don't want you to freak out about it, okay?" Blonde brows raised up at him with a curious spark to his husband's gaze when he twirled that lock of hair around his fingers idly. Then using the tip of that lock to brush over his husband's freckled cheek lightly back and forth before taking a breath then letting it out slowly. "I know this goes against what you want but I wanted to try something with masochism. Now hold on! I don't want you to freak out about it, okay? Just hear me out?"

His husband sucked his lips in as they pursed into a tight line. A hesitant expression pinching at his husband's face with green eyes flicking over his face as he continued to drift the lock of hair over his husband's cheek. Pain was something his husband wanted to avoid giving him. Of course, within a scene it was different. But what he was asking for wasn't a scene but rather pain on its own. Pain to be given to him. He didn't fault his husband for hesitating when his lips parted. "What do you mean by it? Do you want a scene?"

"I don't know? I mean we can certainly turn it into a scene, but I think- And please don't freak out- I just want pain. I want to-" He licked his lips, pausing as he took a breath through his nose. He needed to phrase it right. Hizashi put the kindle on the table before sitting up, sliding into his lap, and he curled his arms around Hizashi who slid an arm around his shoulders. "I want to feel alive an-and like you can't hold me tight enough. I want you to squeeze me, you know? I want you to leave bruises behind."

"So, then you want me to-to do what exactly? Do you want impact play outside of a scene? Do you want me to just hold you tighter? To squeeze you really tight?" THe blonde tugged a lock of his own hair when a hand came up to cup his cheek with his thumb sliding over his scar. The old one first before the newer one coaxing his eye to shut when his face was tilted towards Hizashi's. "Because I can do that, baby! I can hold you tight if that's what you need from me but what kind of pain do you need? I don't want to hurt you for no reason."

Swallowing, he shut his left eye briefly to gather his words together. Humming quietly in his throat when the blonde slid his thumb over his cheekbone again with a gentle caress that had him melting before he opened his eyes again to focus on Hizashi again. There was a curiousness and worry pinching at his face; both trying for the dominant expression on that pink cheeked face when he smiled softly at Hizashi. "I don't mind some impact play outside of a scene. Would you- I mean, would you do that? Spank me? Hold me tight?"

"I'll hold you as tight as you want, baby! I can never get enough of it, you know, you always sound so happy when I hold you tightly lately. I know I get too in my own head about being careful and I-"

"Do it a lot? Yes. Yes you do, love. And it's getting quite annoying that you treat me so carefully. I'm missing a leg and eye; not organs."

"Oh, because organs would make it so much fucking better, right? Can I continue what I was saying now?" The scathing sarcasm to his husband's voice when green eyes rolled with blonde lashes fluttering. And it was odd how it struck him that Hitoshi looked just like Hizashi when he rolled his eyes. "Like I was saying, I know I get too in my head but I'm trying to change it, okay? Because the other afternoon? God, that was fucking hot, baby! I realized I miss fucking you like that, you know. Pounding you like that."

"Then do it more often. Nothing is stopping you; I may be missing an eye and a leg, but I still have wants too, Zashi. Sometimes I want my husband to pick me up, slam me down and fuck me into the mattress until I'm wailing. Screaming." Oh, the flicker of heat in Hizashi's gaze had his heart skipping when he swallowed as he watched lips parting subtly. "I want you to squeeze me so fucking hard you leave finger prints behind. I want you to fuck the air outta me and I want you to spank my ass while you fuck me, Zashi."

Blonde lashes fluttered in a blink before lowering slightly with red frames slipping down his husband's nose slightly. The arm around his shoulder tightening when he fought the urge to squirm beneath Hizashi. His own lips parting slightly out of habit when Hizashi smiled at him with blonde lashes fluttering in another blink. "Well, if that's what you want from me, I'll be happy too! Just- I know you suffer with the after effects of everything and you don't need more pain to deal with, baby, you know that right?"

"I know, love, but I just-I want to feel alive. I want you to hold me down and pound me into the bed rather than being so cautious because the other day with the latex? I don't think you've ever fucked me so hard in one night since-since everything. And I want that, you know." He paused to lick his lips when the blonde shifted in his lap with that hand pressing firmly to his warming cheek when he turned his face into it. "Just hold me? Bite me? Pull my hair an-and spank me? Rough me up just a little bit?"

"I can do that for you, baby! Do you think you can tell me first, thought, what exactly you want from this? Is it more than wanting me to hold you, bite or spank? Is there anything else you want to add to it while we're at it?" The blonde had the patience of a saint. A curiousness to him despite his hesitation but he didn't want anything wild tonight. They didn't need to tug the paddles or can out, the flogger or whip. There was no need to make a large production out of it. No need at all tonight.

"Mmm, I was thinking just spanking? Holding my arms down? Maybe some, um, degradation or humiliation? Whatever you're the most comfortable with, love. I wouldn't mind a few bites and for you to pull my hair if you're brave enough for that." He could feel heat gathering in the back of his neck with each word that left him when he cleared his throat. "Whatever you can think of that will fall into line with the masochism mood of the night then I say do it. We don't need to get fancy with it."

"Okay! I think I can manage all of that! You wanna go to the bedroom now? Horny little thing you are, I bet you're getting yourself all worked up just talking about it, aren't you?" Swallowing, he let his gaze flick away from the blonde whose smile widened slowly with his thumb moving against his cheek that burned hotly. That heat gathering in the back of his neck with his words flooded his face. "That's what I thought, sweet thing! Eri is in bed, Toshi is out, I think all our ducks in a row! So, let's go, yeah?"

"You gotta get out of my lap first, love. As much as I'd like to carry you to the bedroom, I'm still not used to this yet." He lifted his prosthetic foot up and thudded it lightly off of the coffee table with his husband humming at him nonchalantly before sliding his arm from around his shoulders. Slipping off of his lap onto the cushion next to him when the kindle was plucked up. A hand held out to him that he slipped his hand into and allowed himself to be heaved up with a grunt. "One day though, I will be able too."

"And I'll be looking forward to the day you can sweep me off my feet, baby!" Fingers weaved in between his then when he wobbled on his feet before catching his footing as he was tugged close to the blonde with a hum of his own. Tipping his face up with his eyes fluttering shut, he welcomed the soft touch of lips to his in a peck that had him swaying on his feet towards the blonde. Opening his eyes again, the blonde tugged on his hand as he began to side step between the couch and coffee table. "Now, let's get a move on!"

He couldn't help a smile when Hizashi helped ease him between the couch and coffee table before he let himself be tugged forward. Albeit a bit clumsy, he couldn't deny in the past few days he'd been getting the slight hang on with walking on his prosthetic. It wasn't perfect but he was making progress and that's all that mattered. Progress was progress. If it meant he didn't have to hobble around on his cane or with his crutches, then he'd take it. Walking a bit stiff legged those first steps he melted to relax.

Walk as he normally would. And it got a bit easier as he followed his husband across the living room into the hallway with that hand in his squeezing. Letting himself be dragged gently down the hallway, he smiled at the blonde who had a pep to his step. Bouncing up onto his feet as if to run only to glance over his shoulder and control his pace for him. He'd never thought of himself as a masochist. He didn't actively search for pain but the pain he did get during their impact play? The pain he got during the nipple play and breast torture?

The pain of their romp with CBT? God, he wanted it. He loves those moments of pain he'd experienced. It was something he'd never tire of and something he did actively go after for nothing was better. Hell, the crack of Hizashi's hand on his ass had him howling the other day when his husband all but tore his suit off. Maybe, just maybe, that made him a masochist. Did it? He had not a clue. But then again, he'd doubted that he'd been an exhibitionist and look at him now. Look at what he did to get off.

But when reading over that small blurb of masochism, he knew it fit him. He knew it. The way he derived pleasure from his own pain? From his humiliation? There was nothing else more fitting for a title. If he was a masochist then so be it, but he adores when his husband is mean. When he was ruthless in his humiliation. God knows he'd gotten off enough times from their romp with erotic humiliation last year. He may be a masochist but there was more than enough time for them to figure it out together.

He peeked at his husband who hummed as he was tugged through the kitchen to the small hallway leading to their bedroom. The muted sound of their feet thudding off the floor filling the quiet silence of their home. He swore he could hear crickets outside the kitchen window from the silence of their home. Hizashi spun on his feet then grabbed at his other hand being grabbed at with a smile curling over soft lips and he found himself smiling back. Adoring that smitten look on his husband's face aimed his way.

It had his heart skipping wildly in his chest when he was tugged through the open doors of their bedroom. Trying to keep from stumbling over his prosthetic foot when Hizashi spun them gently, carefully, to let him step backwards to the bed. The blonde then shut their bedroom doors then flipped the small lock with a metallic click. His heart jumped in chest before sprinting lightly when the blonde spun on his feet to face him again. And then he dropped down to sit on the edge of the bed where he reached down.

Carefully detaching the prosthetic from the stump of his right thigh. Rolling his pant leg up out of the way to do so when that deep scarring from the jagged cut flashed up at him briefly. He got the prosthetic off and leaning against the side of the bed when he let his pant leg fall down to cover that scar. The stump at the end of his right thigh. Then he was moving backwards towards the center of the bed with Hizashi coming after him in hot pursuit with a sparkling glimmer to those green eyes that had his stomach flipping.

Dropping excitedly when his husband's knees were pressing to the bed's edge before climbing up. Blonde locks spilling over his shoulders in large locks that swung and dangled with a few locks brushing against pink freckled cheeks. A wickedness bleeding into that smile when the blonde crawled forward while he spread his legs apart. Welcoming Hizashi between them when he laid out on his back with the blonde reaching up to take his glasses off before tossing them haphazardly towards the pillows before leaning down towards him.

He lifted his hands up to twist into silky soft locks of hair when the bed dipped slightly from the dig of Hizashi's knees into it. His hands. He curled his arms around his husband's shoulders with lips coming down on his softly. A tenderness to that first kiss as lips slid against his which had him jumping to move his lips in unison. Melting at that sweet touch of his husband's soft lips to his own, he scratched gently at his scalp earning himself a sigh to fan over his cheek. Something he found himself copying with a sigh of his own.

Then he spread his legs wider to accommodate his husband better as he pressed his left foot to the bed. Lips moved against his with a quiet whisper with the brushes of those sweet kisses. He could melt through this damn bed. He returned that sweetness, that tenderness without thinking twice about it when his husband then sank down to press their chests together. Hips coming down to hover before his as he hummed quietly at the blonde who gave a quiet hum back. A comforting sound to get him melting.

Moving his lips with Hizashi's soft, warm ones had his sprinting heart stumbling over its beats when he felt them melting against his. Molding to shape and curve against his own that filled the gaps those thinner lips couldn't. His hair rustled over the blanket when he tipped his face up to give the blonde better access when he scratched at his scalp again. Sighing out at the tenderness being given to him with each slide of his husband's lips against his. So damn soft. God, he adores them. Loves how warm, how soft, they felt against his.

It was a lip care routine that his husband had down pat from their time in high school when the blonde had been cutting his lips on his braces and picking at them. He'd become ultra focused on making sure his lips were soft and he absolutely adores it. It was one the best things about kissing his husband; knowing that his lips felt as soft as they looked at first glance. Sliding his lips against Hizashi's, he felt a hand lifting from the bed with it pressing to his knee when it pointed towards his waist slightly.

Sliding along his thigh with fingers kneading at him idly with firm circles rolled into him with his thumb intermittently. Coaxing him to relax. To keep from tensing up even as his heart sprinted wildly against his chest with that excitement thrumming under his skin. What would Hizashi do? Would he do everything he asked of? Would it take it above and beyond? There were so many questions he had bubbling through his mind yet to ask them meant putting a stop to the kisses. Meant pulling away from the comfort.

It meant having any tricks up Hizashi's sleeve revealed and God knows he liked not knowing what would come next. He liked it when his husband pulled out all the stops that he hadn't been expecting. To see what he would do. He moved his lips with Hizashi's with a light, quiet smack coming to break up the brushing of their moving lips. Breaths fanning over his hot cheek created a warm patch he was surprised he could feel with how hot his face felt. That hand sliding idly along his thigh with a firm squeeze.

And then that hand was sliding to brush up to slide along his waist. Lazy nights like these were his absolutely fucking favorite. When he had Hizashi all too himself. When he could smell the wet dirt outside from the recent rain storm after dinner. The heated breeze lazily puffing into the room with the air conditioner running to keep it from being too hot. From being too cold. He moved his lips against Hizashi's with that quiet whisper filling the quiet of their bedroom when he scratched at his scalp lightly.

Tugging at blonde locks when he worked his right hand free to slide down his husband's upper back. Right between his shoulder blades coaxing his back to arch down with their chests pressing together tightly to his own. Tight enough to feel his husband's skipping heart against his chest. It was exciting. Knowing when something effected his husband more than he let on. He knew that his husband wasn't too keen in recent times on treating him roughly, but he knew they'd find their groove fully again.

Hell, the other afternoon with the latex was what he deemed to be progress in terms of their sex life since his accident. If they kept going this way, he was more than sure that they'd be fine. That they'd work it all out for the better and besides, he had all of summer vacation to coax his husband into their usual sex life. He clung onto the blonde above him when he began to idly slid his hand up and down between his shoulder blades. Plucking at his tank top gently, he found himself shivering when Hizashi's lips slid against his.

Pressing down firmer to his own with a pressure to get him squirming slightly. A solid touch that allowed for a light smack to ring out to break up the quiet brushing of their moving lips. It was a subtle change that he found himself returning to the blonde who let out a shuddering breath when he returned that firm press. Slow. Easy. A kiss that held a smolder to it was what he always fucking loves. A kiss meant to get that heat stirring slowly along his bones before it began to flicker under his skin.

A kiss meant to get him in the mood rather than set him ablaze like those kisses will eventually. He tightened his arms around Hizashi's shoulders when he felt hips coming down to press tightly against his with a shift before they were rocking down against his. A hum left him which was echoed by Hizashi when he arched his hips up to press tightly against Hizashi before following along with that idle rocking. A gentle side to side that had his heart skipping against his chest when he cupped the back of Hizashi's head.

A sharp exhale fanning over his cheek. A longer sigh that had his stomach squeezing with excitement as he rocked his hips up against his husband. Shuddering when the man pressed his hips down tighter to his as they rocked together with the bed shifting beneath him. A subtle shift but one he caught, nonetheless. It had his stomach squeezing tightly with that burst of excitement that had his breaths hitching briefly. He clung onto the blonde as he rocked his hips in that idle side to side manner that was simple enough.

Rocking with a hand sliding along his waist squeezing firmly at him with his thumb stretching down. Rubbing soothing circles into his hip had his skin breaking out in tingles when Hizashi then squeezed at his moving hip. Sliding back up his waist then up his side in a sweeping caress that bucked his shirt up awkwardly. He shivered at the cool air attacking his side and waist, but he happily ignored it. He arched his hips up tightly to Hizashi's, pushing subtly before taking his chance while he had it with a grunt.

He pushed up with Hizashi huffing out in surprise when he flew upwards. Rolling over with the blonde hitting the bed causing it to bounce. Their lips parting briefly with blonde lashes flying up with green eyes focusing on him. Surprise. Awe. The blonde blinked up at him when he settled in his straddled position on his waist with his hips giving a playful grind down against the blonde who hissed in a breath with hands sliding up his thighs to his waist. Holding him down tightly to his pelvis, hands slid up.

Pushing his shirt up revealing his stomach. Softening ever so slightly with age, Hizashi seemed hyper fixated on his stomach lately and always commenting on how "soft" it was getting. He tried to ignore his husband as he was still in his peak physique for a thirty-one-year old man. Hands pushed his shirt up further towards his chest to which he happily took the silent cue to reach down for that bunched up fabric. Flipping it up over his chest with his arms lifting when he caught those eyes roaming over him.

Staring at him with that heat clawing to the surface had his breaths trembling when Hizashi reached down for his own shirt. And then the fabric was cutting off his view of the blonde beneath him as he tugged it up over his head. Mindful of the hoops he had in his earlobes, he wasn't looking to jerk his shirt up and rip at them. There was nothing more painful than he found in recent times. He got his shirt up over his head and balled up in his grasp when hands slid over his waist to his stomach before sliding up to his chest.

His breath wheezing out of him at the usual touch of his husband's that had his back arching slightly to push his chest into those hands fanning out over it. Nails lightly scratching over his areolas had his dick twitching curiously when his stomach fluttered again. Hizashi trailed his fingers over his nipples coaxing his chest to push into his hands again when the blonde then reached down to grab at his own shirt. Sitting up halfway with a grunt when hands tugged at his tank top again to pull it up over his stomach.

Up towards his chest and up to his head carefully. He admired the softly tanned skin of his husband's. Afternoons spent in the backyard sun tanning were already doing wonders for his husband's summer glow. He was radiant. Soft freckles standing out over his tanned skin that always begged for kisses as they darkened with his tan. He slid his hands down over his husband's chest earning himself a shudder with goosebumps raising over his skin. His own pale coloring looked damn near ghoulish against his husband's.

He fanned his hands out over his husband's chest. Rubbing the pads of his fingers over his areolas lightly with the jewelry running through them winking up at him as they caught the lighting of their bedroom. Cheeky winks that had him trailing his fingers over his nipples lightly which had his husband shuddering. Brushing his palms over Hizashi's nipples before trailing his fingers down over them in a caress. And then he happily snuck his fingertips beneath the balls of his piercings to lift them up.

Pushing, pushing, pushing up before letting them drop back into place when his husband whined shrilly at him through the fabric of his shirt. He snuck his fingertips beneath them again to lift up while tugging at the balls until the left side of them pressed tightly to his husband. A careful pressure that had his husband whining when his shirt finally came off. Flying off towards the foot of the bed with his left hearing aid dangling precariously out of his ear. It was disheveled look that had him smiling at the blonde.

He reached up to gently but firmly push his husband's hearing aid back into his ear snugly when hands slid up his thighs to his waist. Up over his stomach where muscles quivered viciously before sweeping upwards to his chest with fingers rubbing over his areolas. And then hips were grinding up lightly against him rather than that idle rocking he'd been using before, but he didn't mind at all. He pressed himself down firmly against his husband when he gave a playful grind of his hips down against him.

Hands tugged at his waist to which he came back down. Pressing his lips to those soft, warm ones firmly as he ground himself down against Hizashi with another curious twitch of his dick when he slid his hands over his chest. God, Hizashi was so fucking pretty. It was unfair for one man to be so pretty but here he was. Like a softly tanned God beneath him. All his to love on and fuck to his hearts content. He pressed his lips firmly to Hizashi's with that slow speed abandoned for something faster.

Quicker. His husband moved his lips in unison with his as he followed along without a drop of hesitation. Breaths fanned over his cheek when hands slid towards his lower back before a hand slid up his back. Following along the center of it to coax him into sliding down when the blonde's left hand slid along his lower back towards his waist again. The cold press of his wedding band against his skin had him shivering when the blonde's right hand twisted into his hair. Burying into it with nails scratching gently at him.

All while hips pressed up against him to grind in tight, idle circles which he copied himself. Shivering when the blonde's left hand snuck between their chests to trail fingers over his areola. His nipple. Nails scratching lightly over it when he slid his own hands to rub over the blonde's areolas and nipples. Hardening against his palms had another shiver running down his back at the hard feel beneath his hands. Like pebbles being rubbed beneath them with his piercings merely adding to it as he rubbed his palms over his chest.

Lightly raking his nails over his areola's on downwards strokes had his husband's chest arching up to press into his hands. He happily slid his hands over his nipples with nails dragging over his areolas; fingertips flicking at his piercings with light clicks as they hit off of his nails. Grinding himself down against the blonde who let out a quiet groan as fingers tightened a fistful of his hair. Creating a consistent tug and pull on his scalp to get sparks racing down it as he ground himself down against the blonde.

And his dick twitching with interest at the sparks racing down his back when Hizashi gave a sharp pull on his hair to which he shuddered with a low groan. Rolling tight circles down against his husband with hips pressing up tightly to grind against him had his back arching slightly when fingers pinched at his nipple sending a jolt down to his stomach. A wave of tingles that fed into that twisting ache settling into his lower stomach like a pressure. That ache wrapping around his lower half like a vice grip on him.

One that had his dick twitching with that ache coaxing his thighs to spread open wider with his knee sliding over the bed. Sinking on top of him with his crotch pressed tightly against Hizashi as he ground himself tightly against him with that pressure. Pushing himself down firmly to the blonde who groaned at him with hips arching up to grind against him tightly. Giving him a spark of pleasure racing up his back where it fanned under his skin leaving him feverish when it pooled down into his stomach.

God, he wanted nothing more than to ride this man. To have his hand in his hair yanking and his teeth in his skin. His hands holding him tight, tight, tight like he was something precious. Like he was something he had to hold onto less he disappears. To hold him tighter only to shout out to be held tighter. He loves it. Loves when his husband holds him so fucking tight there's finger prints left on his wrists and forearms the morning after. On his thighs. His hips and waist with red lines left behind from his clawing.

He shuddered at the thought as he ground his hips down against his husband who grinded up against him tightly. There was a tremble to his breaths, a tremble to Hizashi's as they gradually began to race slowly but surely. Hitching breaths being taken by the both of them as he ground down tightly against Hizashi when his dick twitched again. It had him squirming eagerly against him with a hitching breath as he rolled his hips down. Rubbing his palms over those hardened nipples that perked up delightfully.

Hardening when he brought his fingers down to pinch tightly at them. It had his husband moaning at him with that silent encouragement when his chest arched up in a renewed press into his hands. Hips thrusting up against him to nudge him lightly into the air when he let out a moan of his own when Hizashi pinched sharply at his nipples. Fingers yanking at his hair sending a spark of heat down his back prompting it to arch with a huff flying out of him. It had him shuddering when he squirmed with hips grinding down.

His dick twitched at the sparks running down his back. The sharp pull on his scalp that had him moaning out when he rubbed himself down against Hizashi. Loving the shudder it had moving over his husband when fingers pinched tight, tight, tight at his nipple. Twisting idly back and forth tearing a whimper out of him which he returned without a second thought to his husband. Pinching tightly before twisting idly had his husband moaning at him again with a squirm. Rolling, grinding hips rutted against him.

Then he thrusted down against him tearing a growl out of the blonde. He twisted idly back and forth as he ground tight circles down against his husband before sliding his hips. Rubbing himself down against the blonde in that movement he'd had done on him countless times. A rub of his crotch to the blonde's as he slid his hips back and forth against him had that growl ripping up in volume. The hand on his chest tugging sharply at his nipple before sliding down his chest then moving towards his side.

Sweeping down to his waist before curving back and grabbing at his ass much to his delight before jerking his hips forward. Coaxing him to thrust against him with a huff fanning over his cheek as breaths began to race. Shallowing into racing pants being taken by one another when he happily let Hizashi tug at his ass to coax him into thrusting down against him. If there was anything he knew about his husband it was that the man enjoyed his dry humping. That he absolutely adored it when they dived into it.

It made him question how they never indulged in dry humping before last year when they always twisted together like this but fuck if he didn't love it too. If he didn't love thrusting against his squirming husband who whimpered up at him. Hips bucking up when the hand on his ass tugged him forward again in a sharp thrust down against his husband. The hand in his hair yanking sending sparks of heat down his back that pooled into his stomach. Feeding into the ache that had him pressing his hips down firmly against Hizashi's.

Moving his hips in his slides to soothe that ache by pressing down firmly. To soothe the throbs that were given by his twitching dick when he squirmed before thrusting against his husband. And again. Again, again, again did he thrust against his squirming husband who moaned encouragingly up at him with hands tightening on him as he thrusted against the squirming blonde. Hips jumping up to thrust against him with light nudges up into the air that had his skin ripping with heat at that display of strength.

At the absolute pleasure it sent pooling into his stomach as he huffed through his nose those shallow, trembling pants of his. Grinding down against him to break up his thrusts before sliding his hips in that snapping back and forth. The hand on his ass kneading at him before sliding up to claw at his waist leaving burning lines behind, he couldn't stop himself from moaning at himself. A needy sound that had his face burning at the pitch, but it merely had his husband clutching him closer. Tighter against him.

Nails dragging over his scalp again tearing a moan out of him when he thrusted against the blonde beneath him. There was a gasp of air taken by his husband before it was flying out on a moan when he tugged at his nipples sharply. Pinching tight, tight, tight at the hardened things until the kiss was breaking off with his husband throwing his head back on a shrill cry. His quirk activating effortlessly causing lampshade sand picture frames alike to rattle viciously in their places on the wall. On either side of the bed.

He moaned before tugging at his husband's nipples again when that cry choked off when he flinched. His husband twisted frantically beneath him when dipped his head down to kiss that exposed throat with playful nips to his Adam's Apple when it bobbed with a swallow. He placed kisses down to his collar bone where he kissed at that tattoo running along it. The font damn nearly identical to the font of the tattoo on his own hip. It wasn't quite the same, but they looked like they matched which is all that mattered.

It got him fucking hot. He loves that his husband went out to get something so hot and so sentimental just for Valentine's Day of all days. It had him kissing at his husband's collar bone over the scrawl of his name glowing against that softly tanned skin. At the soft smattering of freckles over his chest that were hidden up by his blonde curls of hair there. Over his collar bones. God, he loves the freckles the blonde had; soft smatterings over his body and ass that truly shone through with that soft tan of his.

It had him wanting to praise every damn patch, ever curve, dip, and roll of this man's body. To find as many smatterings of freckles he could find on his back, his thighs, his calves, and his ass. His stomach. Along his hips. They were everywhere and just as cute as the ones on his face. Just as adored. He rubbed himself down against Hizashi when fingers yanked at his hair sharply sending another wave of heated sparks down his back. Another of those needy moans flying out of him when his husband squirmed.

And his hips bucked out of pure habit against the blonde. Heat sinking under his skin to his bones as that desire twisted into him with its intense strangle hold. Lust boiling his blood through his veins as he squirmed above his husband with huffing pants shaking out of him when he thrusted against his husband again. It sent shivers down his back when the blonde whimpered beneath him. Squirming and twisting when the blonde then raised his head up with a gasp. The heat burning in those eyes sent a shiver down his back.

Already so flushed, his pupils expanded rendering irises into rings of green when his husband's lips parted only for his mouth to drop open on a moan. A keening sound when he thrusted once, twice, down against him sharply had the blonde squirming before thrusting up against him. Grinding tightly when he felt the bulge beneath him twitching frantically when he rolled his own hips down tightly against his husband who clawed at his waist again. Hand tightening in his hair to give a sharp, consistent pull.

God, it had his back arching as he ground himself down tightly against his husband. His breaths trembling through his nose as they raced quickly as he rutted down against the blonde with a low moan. He could spend hours rutting, twisting, squirming and writhing together all night. He could dry hump himself silly with Hizashi and he knew that the blonde would absolutely accept it. That he would get off just as hard if they did it that way. His husband sucked in a shaking breath with a wicked grin curling over his lips.

"Wh-Why don't I get you ready, baby? You wa-wanna suck my cock while I get you ready?" Oh. Ohhh, he knew exactly what his husband was offering him when the hand in his hair yanked sharply to which he whimpered at the sparks sent down his back. Fingers began making their way out of his his hair when the wicked grin curled up into a wide smirk. A heat flaring in those green eyes had his breaths trembling as he ground his hips down. "Wh-What do you say, baby? Wanna suck my cock? Wanna choke on it?"

"Yes! I wa-want you to fu-fuck me with your finger an-and stretch me out with'em!" Breathless. He felt utterly breathless when he released his pinches on Hizashi's nipples when he rubbed his palms over them getting that chest to arch up. A sharp inhale being taken by his husband when he flicked his fingers over them. He then climbed off of the blonde to twist where he leaned forward for the bedside table when he felt the bed shifting behind him. The sound of clothing being kicked at.

God, his face felt hot as he tugged the drawer open then began to dig around inside of it for the lube, then grabbing at the condom box. He pulled the chain out then tore one off of the end when he then dropped the box into the drawer before snapping it shut. He turned to Hizashi to hand him the condom and lube which he took from him with nails clawing at the cap to pop it open. He then shifted before pushing at his pajama bottoms and boxers when Hizashi inhaled sharply. "God, you're so beautiful, you know that?"

A shiver ran down his back when he glanced over his shoulder with hair swaying against his upper back. And God knows that sentiment was echoed in that blazing gaze when fingers drifted down the center of his back. He shuddered when he then leaned back to work his hips up to get his pants down. From there they flew down his legs with his left kicking out to fling his pants and boxers to the floor. His dick twitched against his thighs when he turned around. "Thank you! But I certainly can't compare wi-with you!"

"Mmmm, we-well why don't you show me how pretty you think I am, huh?" He licked his lips before dragging his teeth over his bottom lip when his hips squirmed in response to that ache. Wrapped tightly around his lower half in a grasp that had his crotch aching. His dick twitching against his thighs when the blonde's gaze flicked down to catch the action with lips parting with a hitching breath before that gaze raised with that blazing hunger. "Now co-come here and suck Daddy's cock wh-while he gets you ready, yeah?"

It sent a shiver down his back. He didn't think he had a Daddy kink; not in the way that his husband did but there was something hot about the casualness of it. When his husband referred to himself as Daddy without so much as batting a lash before doing it or after? It was fucking hot. He crawled over to his husband before flipping around with his knees pressing to the bed carefully by his husband's sides. Doing his best to avoid possibly kneeling on his hair. Planting his hands on either side of his hips.

He found himself staring down at the half hard, twitching erection of his husband's. It had him groaning when he leaned onto his left hand with hands sliding over his thighs in a sweeping caress. Curving inwards to drag nails over his sensitive inner thighs had tingles rushing to pool into his stomach as his dick twitched. He glanced between his legs to find a droplet of pre-come welling on the slit when his dick twitched again with a groan flying out of him when he reached up to lightly brush his fingers over his husband's hip.

Sliding his hand down towards his pelvis where he fanned his fingers through the fine, wiry blonde hair there. Scratching through them lightly with his husband's hips raising up slightly towards him when that half hard erection twitched. Hands slid up over his ass to rub over it in a caress that had him arching his hips back when his dick gave a volley of twitches much to his mortification when hands slid up to his back. Sweeping over his skin as if to coax him into relaxation again. He was already sinking into that heat.

That burning, sizzling heat that had his heart pounding against his chest. Throbbing quietly in his ears when he wrapped his fingers around the base of his husband's hardening erection where he gave a lazy stroke. The brush of his palm over the skin deafening when his husband groaned quietly when he gave a lazy twist up towards the head before sliding his hand down with his fingers tugging at the skin surrounding his piercings. His husband had gone in recently to get his jewelry changed recently.

Going from the big, bulging starter piercings to something more fitting now that there was no chance of swelling. Smaller piercings of a regular size yet nowhere near as long as the previous bars. They winked up at him in the limited lighting when he felt lips pressing to a cheek behind him. A playful nip of teeth against the skin with hands sweeping up his back before dragging nails down it. It had him arching with a sharp exhale flying out of him when he gave another lazy stroke. Squeezing gently at him with a whine.

He then gave a purposeful brush of his fingers over his piercings to tug at the surrounding skin. It had his husband groaning with lips pressing over his ass in fluttering kisses when hands slid down his back to grab at his ass with a fondling squeeze that had his toes curling tightly. A groan of his own flying out of him at the hard squeeze given when the blonde pulled him apart with lips pressing along the sensitive inner skin with lips pressing against his hole in cheeky kisses that had him shuddering with an arch to his back.

Soft kisses placed over the skin as fingers kneaded at him firmly sending shivers that had tingles pooling into his stomach. His dick twitched between his legs when Hizashi's tongue then lapped over his hole with an undulation that had his piercing rubbing against him. It had his toes tightening their curl with a breathless, undistinguishable sound leaving himself. It had hands tightening on his ass as he was spread open wide with that tongue lapping over him again with another rub of his piercing. Fuck.

It had heat flashing under his skin in a breathtaking burst when he squeezed the half hard erection delightedly when his husband closed his mouth against his hole to suck at him. And God if it didn't have him moaning as he arched his hips back; he knew that eating out might not happen. Not now. But God if that suckling didn't have his dick giving another volley of twitches as he stroked his husband lazily. And he leaned down to kiss the dripping head with a drop of pre-come smearing onto his lips to which he licked away.

He then placed an open mouthed kiss to the left side of it tearing a whine out of his husband when his mouth pulled off of him. He felt a thumb roll over his hole causing it to twitch beneath that firm rub before hands pulled away from his ass all together. Lips continued their fluttering kisses and the occasional nip to break it up. He shuddered when a sharp bite to his right cheek followed by suction had his dick twitching at the rush of blood gushing down. Gasping at how fast that blood gushed through his veins.

Oh, oh, he didn't expect to get hard this early on but was there any controlling it? Really? No. He didn't think so and God if that sucking at his skin with teeth digging in just enough to make the spot and the surrounding skin to throb didn't have him moaning out. He pressed an open mouthed kiss down lower on his husband's erection along the left side. Sucking playfully at his spot before swirling his tongue against the skin as he stroked the lower half had his husband moaning at him with hips arching up.

Encouraging him onwards as he lifted his mouth to press another kiss to the underside of his erection as it filled out beneath his mouth. In his hand. It was a sensation he fucking adores. Loves more than anything but the only other thing to beat it is when Hizashi hardened in his mouth. When he filled out against his tongue, down his throat, and God knows there was no other sensation he loved more than to feel his husband's dick hardening on his mouth. But that could always be saved for another day.

Another chance to experience it some other time. He suckled at his spot before lifting his mouth again with a shift to the side where he placed an open mouthed kiss to the right side. Suckling gently at his spot with his tongue swirling against the skin when he dug his teeth in lightly tearing a moan out of his husband. And he caught the sound of lube being spread; a slick squelch ringing out that had his pounding heart jumping in his throat when he lifted his mouth up then pressed a kiss to the wet spot.

Moving down lower towards those piercings where he pressed an open mouthed kiss close to that top piercing earning himself another moan from his husband. Hips arching to grind lightly against his mouth when he sucked lightly at the spot with a playful swirl of his tongue to the skin. Giving a firmer suck that had that erection grinding lightly against his lip when he lifted his mouth to move down lower towards that second piercing. It was awkward given his hanging view over the blonde's crotch, but he didn't mind it one bit.

Hands came back up with one hand awkwardly grabbing at his cheek to which he then felt himself being spread again. This time fingers made contact with him where they slipped over him slickly. Rubbing firmly over the wet skin as his husband whined when he lifted his mouth, and he leaned down to kiss at the past. Holding the upper half of his erection when he pressed his tongue, albeit awkwardly, against the base before moving back. Licking along the underside, rubbing over his piercings, to the head.

He swirled his tongue around it tearing a groan from his husband. Fingers rolled those hard, slow circles over him to get muscles spasming in a blatant twitch in response to the excitement that had his breaths catching. He lapped his tongue over the head to smear a drop of pre-come onto it with its bitter taste when he groaned. His husband arching his hips up eagerly to press the head against his tongue when he then covered it with his mouth. Sucking delicately at it before sliding his hand down to the base where he slid down.

Down as far as he could towards that first piercing slowly in a slid that had his husband moaning. He stopped when the head hit against the back of his throat with a weak gag leaving him as he stretched his tongue out along the underside of his erection. Prodding at that piercing playfully with the tip of his tongue before massaging his tongue to it and the underside of his erection. Sucking lightly around him had the blonde moaning so enthusiastically he couldn't help but hope it would leave him husky.

Leave him hoarse. In recent times when it came to sex, his husband had been doing better at keeping himself quiet. At muting himself when need be and God if it didn't leave him husky afterwards. It sent a shiver up his back when he pressed his hips back when he felt lips fluttering over his cheeks again with teeth nipping sharply. Slow, hard circles rubbed against his hole to get it twitching again with that sharp spike of excitement when fingers curled inwards. Teasing him. It had his heartbeat throbbing quietly in his ears.

God, he was glad he'd gotten himself prepped earlier while Hizashi had been on another late afternoon patrol. That he'd taken the steps to make sure he was ready as he could be when he finally brought it up to his husband. He kept up that rubbing of his tongue against the underside of his husband's erection when he flicked the tip of his tongue at that piercing. Sliding his tongue along it to prod at a metal ball playfully to get his husband whining shrilly while he took his time adjusting. There was no rush.

No sizzling heat telling him he had to hurry, hurry, hurry. Tonight was theirs. His erection finally filled out as it tapped up against his stomach lightly before resting against it with a twitch. Fingers rolled over him then in another hard, lazy circle before sliding up and down, up and down, up and down. He suckled lightly around the blonde with a moan of his own at the taste of him. The faint trace of salt clinging onto his skin. The smell of his soap from his shoulder that he could just faintly catch from his pelvis.

The weight of his erection pinning his tongue down even as he tried to wiggle and lick at the underside of it. Playing with that piercing within stretching distance had his husband moaning when he lapped at it with the tip of his tongue. Pushing, nudging, at it the best he could as he rubbed his tongue up beneath his erection. He loves it. Loves, loves, loves it. His hair spilled over his shoulders annoyingly with curls brushing at his hot cheeks but he could ignore it. Forsake the annoying brush to focus on sucking.

He'd have to remember next time to tie it up beforehand but if Hizashi gave him what he wanted then having it down was best for now. He took a deep breath before letting his jaw relax slowly as it opened up wider with fingers slipping over him slickly with their curl inwards when he felt a finger lift away with a single remaining. It had his breath catching when that finger's tip began to roll over the rim of his hole playfully before pushing at him. A firm, insistent push that had the give coming much faster than he realized.

And he jumped with his husband who groaned at him. He'd done prep work earlier but God he hadn't thought he'd been that thorough. It had him moaning around the twitching erection weighing his tongue down as he tried to relax his throat like his jaw. Trying to breathe deeply through his nose to relax before he sank down quickly before he could think too much about it. One, two, piercings slipped and rubbed over his tongue to get his lashes fluttering on his cheeks when the pad of that finger within him rubbed at his inner wall.

Firm, soothing circles meant to relax him when he clenched tightly around his finger with a moan. And then he was gagging when the head of Hizashi's erection hit against the back of his throat before he slipped down his throat. He gagged again with tears pricking at his eyes when he forced himself to stop just enough to stretch his tongue out to touch that third piercing. Close, close, close to the base and God if it didn't have his husband moaning beneath him with thighs tensing to keep himself still.

That finger rolling its soothing circles into his inner wall before pulling back then thrusting into him with a deafening squelch. A shallow thrust to get him moaning weakly before he took a deep breath before trying to sink down further on his husband's erection. Just far enough to get that third piercing to rub over his tongue when he gagged fiercely. Forcing himself to still with tears gathering on his lashes from the force of his gagging when he forced himself to stay still this time. He had to gather his bearings.

Focus. He huffed shallowly through his nose as his husband rubbed over his tongue as he filled his mouth. Filling his throat with how close to the base he was. He could feel the wiry, coarse blonde pubic hairs tickling at his chin. An odd sensation when he'd normally have his nose buried in them in any other position. He kept his eyes squeezed shut with curls of hair brushing his cheeks. Spilling over his shoulders and falling in his face the lower he got. He gagged weakly but he tried to soothe it away by swallowing.

Once. Twice. Hard swallows that had his husband squirming beneath him. That finger thrusting into him shallowly was lost to him as he tried to keep those gags from overwhelming him. To keep them from pulling off of him. Tonight, he wanted to feel alive. He wanted hands on his waist, on his thighs. slamming him down to the blonde's pelvis. He wanted to have hands in his hair yanking and ripping at it until his scalp screamed. He wanted pseudo welts on his waist from his husband's clawing.

He wants that consuming, delicious pain that his husband always gave without a second thought. Small things that always had sex so much better and he didn't want to ruin that by overwhelming himself with a blowjob. And yet he could feel the ache in his jaw already from the spread around his husband's erection. An ache that he knew he'd get off too at a later point. It's what made blowjobs the best. He huffed through his nose with another moan ripping out of him at the shallow thrusting of that finger into him.

Curling just enough to press into his inner wall to give him a pressure that had him clenching tightly around it. Absent minded. He tensed his own thighs to keep himself still to keep from overwhelming him by rocking on his knees and unintentionally moving his head. He sucked at the blonde with that salt taste of him weighing his tongue down tearing a keening moan out of him when he swallowed again. It had his husband moaning at him in response as that finger pressed firmly into his inner wall.

Thrusting shallowly into him, bringing sparks of pleasure up his back where they pooled into his stomach. A warmth that fanned under his skin to keep him hot, hot, hot when he began to prod at that third piercing giddily with the tip of his tongue. Rubbing across the hidden bar beneath the skin from ball to ball which had his husband groaning when he rubbed the tip of his tongue to it. Flicking at the metal ball before swirling his tongue weakly against it as he tried to rub his tongue up against the underside of his erection.

Suckling at him giddily when he felt a drop of saliva welling in the corner of his mouth that dripped down his chin. He swallowed frantically with slick slurps to keep from drooling over his husband when he felt that second finger coming closer. Rubbing against the rim of his hole when muscles spasmed in another mortifying twitch of excitement when his husband groaned at him. God, he could hardly pay attention to the blonde's thrusting finger slowing. The rubs of the pads of it rubbing over his inner wall firmly.

He could hardly think around the heat sizzling under his skin. Boiling his blood through his veins with that heat that clawed beneath his skin. Sank along his bones where that desire gripped him. The lust. He could hardly focus on a damn thing other than sucking at his husband as he swallowed in between to keep from drooling over him. The tip of that second finger rubbed at his hole teasingly before pressing against him firmly. A press that had him moaning in anticipation as that second finger pushed, pushed, pushed at him.

And then it was sinking into him; pushing in slickly with a squelch that had the both of them moaning out in unison as he swallowed around his husband again. He rubbed his tongue against him when he lifted his head up then down in a shallow bob. Gagging at the slide down his throat but he did his best to ignore it as he gave another shallow bob of his head with his hair brushing at his face annoyingly. His husband rolled soothing circles into his inner walls as he clamped down around his fingers tightly with a keening moan.

He began to shallowly, hesitantly bob his head. Sucking at him with swallows to keep the gags down while his husband pressed at his inner walls. Firm circles to get his thighs shaking as he kept himself stiff to keep from rocking back when fingers began to spread out. He moaned lowly in his throat with vibrations that no doubt had his husband moaning. Fingers spread out once, twice, three time smore before pressing together to rub at his inner walls before pulling back then snapping forward. A shallow thrust into him.

A squelch punctuating it had him moaning out encouragingly at his husband when he leaned his hips back slightly. He bobbed his head shallowly, keeping it down near the base, and God if that didn't have his husband moaning as he sucked at him. Swallowing to soothe the gags that wanted to rip over him as fingers began to thrust into him in time with his bobbing. Shallow. Quick. It had him moaning in unison with his husband when he lifted his right hand up to try and tuck his hair behind his ear.

Working on breathing through his nose in shallow huffs the second a bit of his throat was freed up. God, he felt fucking good down his throat. He felt so good weighing his tongue down. It left him giddy at the taste of his husband's skin spreading over his tongue with drips of pre-come hitting the back of his tongue. Just barely tasting the bitterness of them as he bobbed his head shallowly with his hair spilling over his left shoulder. It was annoying having it hung in the left side of his face but even with one side free he was happy with it.

He bobbed his head quickly as fingers thrusted into him with that matching speed. Thrusting, thrusting, thrusting then spreading to push him open. And he felt a bit envious knowing his husband got that crystal clear view of his hole being spread open around his fingers. He couldn't deny he'd watched their home movies on his nights away more times than he could count. To get off and out of sheer curiosity. They were blatantly amateur in their angles, but the editing was amazing. Enough to make it good despite being amateur.

And the shots of the blonde's slender fingers inside of him like they were now? The sight of his own hole being spread open like that? It never failed to set him ablaze. He moaned before swallowing when he raised his head up further to lengthen his bobs with a slick slurp as he swallowed again to keep from drooling anymore than he already was. His hair swayed and bounced of his shoulder with his bobs when the blonde moaned beneath him with that silent encouragement. Pushing him onwards when he sucked at him.

Fingers thrusting, thrusting, thrusting then spreading inside of him. Pushing at trembling inner walls until he was moaning lowly in his throat. Then they came back together to thrust sharply into him with slick squelches ringing out. God, he loves having his husband's fingers inside of him. Having him touch just like this. God, he wanted the blonde to finger him more. He wanted those slender, long fingers inside of him. Just like the other afternoon. Fuck him, the blonde made good on making him come from his fingers.

He'd had an additional two orgasms before the overstimulation had sunken its claws into him but it was enough to leave him drooling over his fingers. And now was no damn difference as fingers thrusted quickly into him. Shallowly. The heat was sizzling in his damn veins. Magma along his bones. Raking beneath his skin as sweat pricked against along his back, the nape of his neck, and his forehead. A thin sheen forming from that heat razing under his skin leaving him flushed. Leaving him feeling feverish.

He arched his hips back with a keening moan ripping out of him that was echoed by his husband who thrusted his fingers faster. Pulling them out further to let the tips remain in him before snapping in again. Slick slides that had him bobbing his head quickly when those fingers stilled in him to spread. And spread. Pushing at his inner walls with that drool worthy stretch within him when he moaned around the twitching erection in his mouth. Slipping down his throat to fill it up so fucking good it left him huffing.

Panting in wisps wisps of air each time he slid down it where it clogged it up. Swallowing to keep from making a drooling mess over himself and his husband. Shameless moans ripping out of him with their muffled quality when fingers began to thrust into him quickly. Following along with his bobbing; thrusting, thrusting, thrusting into him before spreading out ruthlessly to push at his inner walls when he twitched and spasmed. Trying to bring them together again with a moan ripping out of him when he slid down.

He rubbed his tongue along the underside of his husband's erection. Suckling at him as bobbed his head with playful rubs and nudges to his piercings that truly felt amazing hen they would slide and rub over his tongue. Down his throat. It was a sensation he had become accustomed too and God knows he both could and couldn't wait for Hizashi to complete it. He can only imagine what a full ladder would feel like sliding over his tongue. Slipping down his throat. How it would feel when they rubbed at him.

It had him moaning as he encouraged himself to take those final inches into his mouth on a swoop down only to gag when his husband shouted out with hips grinding up against his mouth. Fingers spreading, spreading, spreading inside of him with the insistence for space to be made. For his muscles to relax. It was impossible to be perfectly loose, but God knows their sex life was active enough to ever keep it from being painful. Uncomfortable. And God knows Hizashi went above and beyond to make sure he was loose as can be.

He bobbed his head quickly with sucks at the twitching shaft in his mouth had his husband moaning when fingers pushed out inside of him again before coming together to thrust. The pads of his fingers rubbing carelessly over his inner walls when he moaned out with hips arching back further with his thighs shaking. That pleasure snaking up his back only to pool into his stomach had his hips squirming with twitches back to meet thrusting fingers. His husband moaned up at him when he felt teeth sinking into a cheek.

And then his husband was sucking firmly on that spot tearing a moan out of him. Oh, oh, that pain throbbed over his cheek as his husband sucked fervently at his spot. He wanted to be covered in hickeys tonight. He wants to be covered in teeth marks from his husband and he wanted to ache. He wants to wake up sore from this. It had him squirming when Hizashi moaned into his spot with vibrations fanning over his skin when he felt his tongue swirling to the skin. Suckling fervently when fingers spread out inside of him.

Pushing, pushing, pushing at him as he bobbed his head in lengthening lifts up and down to get the blonde moaning. He could only imagine the view his husband had back there. And then, then, then much to his delight fingers thrusted into him once, twice more before slipping out of him. Pulling out when he whimpered as he jerked his hips back when Hizashi's mouth lifted from his spot with a shaking gasp. Hands dropped away from his ass to slide down the sides of his thighs with lips kissing at him.

Sharp nips breaking it up when hands slid away from his thighs with the crinkle of the condom wrapper being grabbed at behind him had his heart jumping to his throat. It had him moaning around the blonde's twitching erection when he felt a hand snake up his back only to sharply tap at the middle of it with a moan. A silent order for him to pop off yet he found he didn't want to. He wanted to keep the blonde's twitching, lightly throbbing erection in his mouth. Down his throat. He wanted to make him come from this alone.

He got another sharp tap with a groan leaving his husband. As if he knew exactly the thoughts fluttering through his head. The desires. He was sure that after this the blonde wouldn't mind another round. Wouldn't mind him sucking him off to an orgasm, would he? He whined, however, when he began to pull back with his husband slipping free from his throat slowly. Inch by inch until he was gasping in a decent breath with his lips wrapped tightly around the head. Sucking firmly, giddily, at it then swirling his tongue.

Swirling then using the tip of his tongue to prod at the slit until he got drops of pre-come to drip onto his tongue with their bitter taste. Groaning at it before popping off of the blonde, lapping his tongue over the head before he pushed himself up right with that hand sliding down his back. Grabbing at his right cheek with fingers digging into the aching spot there sending pain shrieking over his nerve endings. It had him moaning when he crawled forward over his husband's legs to give him room to sit up slightly.

Peeking over his shoulder to watch the blonde rip open the condom before reaching in for the slippery ring. And those blazing green eyes met his with a wicked grind curling over the blonde's lips. That blush smothering itself over his cheeks had his freckles melting into the color as it spread down to his chest. Nipple piercings catching the low lighting of their bedroom with the frantic, racing pants his husband took that had his chest heaving. And then hands were disappearing beneath him out of sight.

Spreading the dripping lube over his piercings. Rolling the condom on. It had him squirming when the blonde clicked his piercing against the back of his teeth. A playful sound that had his breath catching in his throat when the blonde then reached out to grab at his waist. Coaxing him to come back when he shuffled backwards with his foot sliding over the bed. Straddling his waist in that reverse cowgirl position with his hands coming to rest on the blonde's shins as he angled his hips down then lifting his right hand up.

Grabbing at a cheek when the blonde grabbed at the left one to spread himself wide as when the hand on his waist slid away and his pants caught in his throat. Angling his hips down, down, down until he felt the slick nudge against him. And his face burned at the mortifying twitch his hole gave in response to that slick nudge against it when the blonde's pants shuddered. Trembling. He gave a playful grind down against the blonde before angling his hips to press down firmly on the blonde with another grind.

It had his husband whimpering shrilly at him with fingers digging into that aching bite spot and he bit his lip fiercely with his head falling back with his brows squeezing together. Pressing, down, down, down against Hizashi who pressed up against him firmly when there was a give. A give that had his husband sinking into him as he sank down with an ecstatic, enthusiastic moan flying out of him as he sank down on his husband who let out a snapping groan. A hand slipped up his back when he let his head fall back.

That moan cresting up in volume when he found himself flying down. With the starter studs out, there was no need for him to slow. No need to be cautious. And God if it didn't have his back arching slightly under the blonde's touch. The slick glide down to the base where he bottomed out with another moan flying out of him when that hand slid up his back only to grab at his hair. A fistful that was wrapped around a fist and the pain that shrieked over his scalp as his head was forced backwards in a bent position.

Yanked back at an angle that had discomfort screaming down his neck to his upper back. A fistful of his hair yanked at had sparks of heat racing down his back when a hand clawed at his waist. Burning lines left behind on his waist when the blonde began to grind up against him. He moaned out enthusiastically when he jumped to grind down against him. Tight circles that had that light squelching ringing out from his eager movements down against his husband's pelvis with a keening moan leaving the blonde when he clenched.

Squeezing up around his erection with his hand letting go of his cheek to claw at his shin. Wanting something to hold onto. He whimpered when the hand in his hair yanked at it, forcing his head back again despite its bent position. It had his erection throbbing lightly against his stomach as he ground himself down against his husband's pelvis. Tight circles that the blonde ground up against him. Squeezing around him. Nails biting into his waist sending sparks of pain over the spot that had him squirming.

Hot, hot, hot. He was so fucking hot. How easily his husband could flip up and pin his chest to the bed. Hold his hips up and slam into him in a position like this. It had him moaning out when hands tightened on their holds when he dug his left knee into the bed before lifting himself up slightly. A shallow rise up before he was dropping down against his husband's pelvis. It had the blonde moaning up at him encouragingly when he adjusted the placement of his right thigh as he sank down on the blonde with a playful grind.

Then he lifted himself up again then let himself drop down sharply in a shallow bounce. The slap of their meeting skin merely had nails raking over his waist leaving burning, stinging lines behind when he pushed himself up. Then down. Up, down, up, down. Bouncing himself in a shallow, easy rhythm as his hair bounced and swayed against his upper back when his husband squeezed at his hair. Tugging at his scalp sharply sending pain burning over it. He wanted more, more, more. Needed it so fucking badly.

He needed Hizashi to treat him roughly tonight. To litter his body in bites and hickeys. To pound him into this fucking bed utnil he was howling. Until he was hoarse in the morning. He bounced himself shallowly with huffing, shaking pants being taken by himself and Hizashi. He let his thighs spread wider when his erection throbbed against his stomach. Dripping against it. It had his heart pounding against his chest when the blonde squirmed beneath him with another of those keening moans leaving him.

An encouraging sound that had him continuing in his shallow bouncing to keep from overwhelming himself. Grinding down against his pelvis when he bottomed out and God if that didn't have hands tightening on him. Squeezing him for all their worth with nails biting into the burning lines left behind on his waist. Fingers yanking at his hair as they tightened their hold. God, this was fucking everything. It had his heart throbbing in his chest as he continued on with his shallow bouncing along the blonde.

It had the blonde moaning at him in that keening pitch. God, that ache was racing down his upper back with each shallow bounce he gave. His neck protesting the angle it was held back in as his lashes fluttered on his cheeks. There was a chance in hell he could stay still. To keep himself from riding this man now that he had the chance to do so. The blonde always worried it hurt him to push off on his stump, but it didn't. Fuck him, if he kept it easy on himself then he knew it wouldn't. All of it had him burning up, up, up.

The racing pants being taken by him and his husband beneath him. The eyes he could feel watching him as he bounced shallowly. The light slap of their meeting skin ringing out like small shots of sound. The squelching punctuating each of his slides down. The light rustled of the blanket when Hizashi squirmed beneath him. The feeling of the blonde filling him up with a stretch to get him drooling. All of it had him burning hot, hot, hot as sparks of pain continued to shriek over his scalp. Sparks of heat down his back.

Discomfort radiating down his neck to his upper back from the pulled back position of his head. The lines on his waist were burning when his husband's nails dug into them. It had him moaning encouragingly when he clenched tightly around the blonde's twitching erection only to earn himself a snapping moan back from the blonde. His back arched slightly with a sharp exhale flying out of him on a huff when he reached down with his hand awkwardly. Reaching out blindly to hold onto his knee that bent up slightly.

Raking his nails over it had his husband groaning when that hand on his waist slid down to claw at his hip. Leaving burning lines behind before sliding down to claw at his thigh with a tremble to his hand. Hips squirming beneath him as he kept up his easy bouncing with slick squelches ringing out to punctuate each drop. God, he fucking loves this. And if he has it his way? Well, maybe he wouldn't be opposed to his husband pulling out that new paddle of his. That new paddle he loved just as dearly as the old one.

Fuck, nothing had gotten him off more than seeing the word "slut" imprinted in his ass than it did that night they played out his scene. He wanted to see that bold word imprinted on his ass and thighs. He wanted his husband to leave him a shaking, aching mess tonight and if he had it his way he would be. He'll be a damn puddle by the time he was done with this man. It had him groaning at the thought as he began to move faster. Bouncing himself quickly with his erection tapping lightly against his stomach.

Slick taps when he changed the speed of his bouncing as the blonde moaned beneath him with a squirm. Letting himself fall into the old routine of riding the blonde yet he couldn't lean forward the way he wanted too. To give him a crystal clear view of his erection slipping into him but there was no chance of him sitting forward. Not easily, anyhow, when that hand in his hair kept his head pressed back. He clawed at his knee instead with the hand on his thigh trembling lightly as nails bit into his skin sharply.

Holding onto him desperately with a moan leaving the squirming blonde beneath him when he felt hips squirming again. Restless. It had him moaning out when the hand in his hair yanked sharply on the locks sending a jolt down his back. His volume rising up as he bounced shallowly. Quickly. Fuck, he could do this all damn night. He squeezed around the blonde only to get a snapping moan when his back arched slightly from the pleasure it gave him. The heat that sank into him with raking nails beneath his skin.

Shuddering at the trembling pitch of his husband's moan when he bounced himself quickly. Lifting himself up a bit higher past that shallow depth before dropping himself back down. It had himself and Hizashi moaning in unison when he began to use that new height. Inching past the shallow depth he had going while being mindful of his right leg. Of any discomfort or pain from the press into the bed. He bounced quickly with his hair trembling against his upper back when His was squeezing at his fistful.

Nails dragging over his thigh up to his hip where Hizashi clawed at him viciously leaving burning lines behind on his skin. And then his husband's hips jumped up when he dropped down. Snapping up against him in a clumsy thrust that had him moaning in encouragement at his husband. He wanted him to move with him rather than remain still beneath him all night long. He dropped down with a bit more strength to get his husband moaning back when he swung his hips up before dropping down where hips jumped.

Snapping up against him with enough strength to nudge him up lightly in the air. God. Fuck. Him. He squirmed with a keening moan when he clawed at the blonde's knee before holding onto it with a tremble to his hand. It had his husband growling when he dug his nails in when that hand on his hip raised. And then he was crying out when his husband's hand came cracking sharply down on his thigh. A burning pain spreading over his thigh when the blonde gave another sharp strike to it. A back-to-back hit.

It had him squirming with a keening moan flying out of him when he slammed himself down harder against the blonde's pelvis. His back arching with hips grinding down when he bottomed out only to have that hand on his thigh grabbing at the spots he'd swatted at. Digging his fingers in, he couldn't stop himself from writhing. Twisting. He was burning up, up, up as he bounced himself on his husband's erection that twitched and throbbed within him. He could spend all night just like this. Doing this.

He could spend the rest of his night fucking himself on his husband until neither had more to give. He wants too. He wants to fuck this man until it was downright agony to walk properly due to the strain on his hips and thighs. He wants to hobble around the house with Hizashi aiding him. He wants to fuck this man until his thighs and hips were begging for no more. Until his dick was so sensitive it had him tearing up just to pull it out to take a piss. He wants that overstimulation that bordered on pain.

He wants Hizashi inside of him again, again, again tonight. He wants the blonde to fuck into him like he was and to cover his ass in bites. His back. He wants to be torn apart and put back together by the end of the night. He wants to fuck this man until they were panting, shaking messes with the sun peeking up over the horizon. To be surprised at the start of a new day when it felt he'd never get his fill of the squirming man beneath him. It had him moaning delightedly as he bounced himself faster, faster, faster.

The blonde's hips snapping up to meet his drops down against his pelvis. That slick squelching ringing out like shots of sound in the quiet of their bedroom. His pants shaking on his heaving inhales that rushed out far too fast for his liking. He fucking loves that stretch. Pushing at his inner walls with a drool worthy rub of his erection against them that always got his toes curling. When he got the faint scratch of the rubber condom against them. Nothing felt better. Nothing could be better than this moment right here.

He moaned as he snapped his hips down with that budding confidence that had his husband moaning out beneath him. Hands yanking at his hair again to give him another spark of pain as his scalp shrieked with a tenderness already that begged for no more. His thigh was burning much like his waist and hip that burned with the lines left behind by his husband's nails. His pants trembled as he bounced himself quickly as he tried to lift himself up higher. Inching himself up further, further, further on his husband's erection.

Whimpering at the faint rub of those piercings growing closer to the rim of his hole. It had him shuddering with a snapping moan ripping out of him when the blonde yanked at his hair with that silent insistence for him to lean back. And he did. Leaning back further, further, further until his left arm was reaching backwards to plant onto the bed to support him. Snapping his hips up and down in this leaning position had him moaning in a deafening pitch as his head forced in its backwards position. Clutched at.

The blonde panted with hips snapping up to meet his downward drops as he felt he muscles in his thighs pulling taut with the new position change. His back hovering mere inches above his husband's heaving chest. He felt desperate. Aching for more pain that his husband could give him tonight to make him feel real. To have him clutch at him so tightly it hurt his bones. To have his hands pinned to the bed with that strong grasp squeezing so tight he swore he could feel the delicate bones of his wrists shifting.

Popping lightly. That's what he wants more than anything tonight. He happily threw himself into that snapping rhythm of his when he felt a hand grabbing at his left forearm. Holding onto him tightly as nails raked over his moving hip when the blonde slammed up. Nudging his lower half up into the air lightly tearing a moan out of him at the strength. It had him slamming himself down with that shared strength that had the blonde moaning at him. And then he panting breaths fanning over the back of his shoulder.

And then the blonde was biting down. Teeth digging into the spot had him crying out at the paint of such a hard bite when his husband began sucking frantically at it. Pulling the skin into his mouth for a damn vacuum seal that had his thighs trembling when his erection throbbed against his stomach. Dripping shamelessly with drops of pre-come creating a runny patch on it. He snapped his hips up and down giddily along the blonde who snapped his hips up. Thrusting into him with a display of strength he adores.

It had him moaning in that keening pitch at the blonde who groaned back at him. He couldn't get enough of this man. Not now, not ever. And he fucking loves that that feeling goes both ways. An insatiability that had him snapping his hips up and down. Had his husband thrusting up against him with a strength that nudged his lower half up into the air. Panting raggedly as his lashes fluttered on hot cheeks. Eyes threatening to roll back when the hand in his hair yanked fervently at it sending another wave of pain over his tender scalp.

Sparks down his back when that hand on his hip lifted and cracked down closer towards his inner thigh. A sharp slap that had him moaning at his husband who let out a snapping groan in response with hips jumping up to snap against him. He could feel the light sheen of sweat forming over his body was working to amplify the sound of skin meeting with each drop down that was met with a thrust from his husband. A crisp slap of their skin meeting acting as shots in the silence. Squelches mixing in with that sharp slap.

It had his hands shaking when he gripped the blanket desperately with fistfuls being squeezed to his clammy palms. Bouncing himself quickly on his husband giddily when the blonde let out a snapping moan with that hand cracking down on his thigh again getting him to jump. Moaning himself when nails raked over the hot spots left behind from their firm slaps. Burning lines left over his thigh down towards his ass where that hand lifted and cracked down onto his left cheek. A hard hit that sent heat flaming over his skin.

It had him jumping again with a snapping moan flying out of him in response to the pain it sent shrieking over his skin. Nerve endings snapping to signal to his brain it hurt. And he loves it. Loves the hand in his hair pulling at him fervently even as his scalp began to grow tender. He snapped his hips up and down, up and down, in fast bounces that had his husband's hips jumping up to meet his bouncing. Snapping against him. There was something so fucking good about nights like these. About sex with his husband.

Something that kept getting better. Lazy nights that dissolved into a brutal fucking that had him biting at his lip to muffle himself. Even if there wasn't a damn need for it given their soundproofed room but it was a habit. His teeth dragged over his lip with a moan when he jerked his hips down to drop harder against his husband's pelvis. The slap of their meeting skin was deafening. He let his head hang back with his teeth dragging over his lip fiercely sending a jolt of pain down his chin in response to that clumsy bite.

That hand then lifted and cracked down on his ass again startling another moan out of him when Hizashi then squeezed at that cheek. Digging his fingers into the stinging spot that had him moaning out when he felt the hand in his hair yanking hard at him with his neck protesting the angle it was bent at, but he happily ignored it. Giddily. He bounced himself faster, faster, faster with his knee digging into the bed. Aiding in his awkward bouncing as he moved his hips quickly before inching them up further.

Doing so until he felt one, two, piercings popping out. Rubbing over the rim of his hole through the condom tearing moans out of the both of them in unison when he dropped down. Shuddering at that faint rub that had his toes curling tightly with his back arching up as a keening moan ripped out of him. He jerked his hips up high, high, high to feel those two piercings rubbing delightfully over the rim of his hole. Popping in and out with his higher thrusts up and snaps down had his back arching slightly.

Ohhhh, it had his husband moaning into him when he felt teeth biting down lower beneath that first spot. Digging into his back with enough pressure to get his skin screaming with pain at the dig of those teeth. The sharp sting of canine teeth digging in when his husband began to suck at the spot. Working another hickey into his back. It had him whimpering giddily with a squirm before snapping his thrusts down against his husband's pelvis where he felt it wavering. Wobbling before he then slammed up against him.

As if he were fighting to keep them from being jerked down to the bed. And fuck if that didn't have him moaning when he clenched tightly around the blonde's erection. God, he was hot, hot, hot. So fucking hot. He snapped his hips up and down at that new height that had his husband just barely nudging at his prostate when he snapped down. It had his back arching with a keening moan as he pressed his head back into his husband's hand that trembled lightly with its tight grip on his hair. He rode the blonde fast.

Coming down hard. He needed, needed, needed that brutal speed. That strength when his husband slammed up against him causing him to thrust lightly into the air. Faster, faster, faster. He wanted to howl that word to his husband if it meant getting him to move faster. Harder, harder, harder. Chanting rhythm of those words flipping and flopping through his mind that he found himself moving in accordance with. Moving his hips faster then dropping down harder. Swinging up high as he dared before coming down.

He could feel the protest in his right thigh that trembled with fatigue but he ignored it. He'd deal with it after. If he felt any genuine pain that made him stop then he'd tell Hizashi. He'd let him take over but until then? He wanted to fuck himself silly on this man. Fuck himself closer to an orgasm that he just knew would rattle his bones. Choke him. Burn him up. He knew he should take it easier on himself; that he shouldn't have been so fast and hard right out the gate. That it would only work against him later.

Later on when he was fatigued but he wants him. He'd been playing with the idea of masochism, of incorporating that delicious pain, into their bedroom. And he was. The blonde's hand slid from his ass to grab onto his left forearm with a hard squeeze as his husband moaned delightedly at him with a keening pitch. It had him shuddering when fingers dug into him with a hard squeeze that had his bones aching. He snapped himself up and down, up and down, with slick squelches ringing out the faster he came down.

Harder. It had his husband's pelvis wobbling beneath him as he panted with that hand in his hair pulling at him forcing his hand back so damn far it nearly touched his head. His lashes trembled on his cheeks with a keening moan flying out of him at the ache spreading through his neck. The sparks of pain ripping over his scalp only to zip down his back. Pooling into that all too familiar pleasure when his husband was slamming up against him. Hard hits that had his toes curling with a snapping moan flying out of him.

A throaty sound when the hard hits nudged him up lightly in the air. There was something so fucking good about the strength his husband used when he was fucking up into him. He slammed himself down hard, hard, hard to his pelvis which had his husband's hips flying down to the bed Wavering only to then slam up against him when he swung his hips up. The rub of those piercings over the rim of his hole had him moaning shamelessly at his husband who was holding him tight, tight, tight. So fucking tight.

The hand clutching at his forearm had the skin aching with nails biting into his skin. Nails clawing at his scalp when Hizashi's fingers stretched out to gather more hair for his fistful. It had him whimpering pleadingly at the blonde who merely slammed up into him with an increasing strength. The crisp slap of sweaty skin meeting deafening in the quiet of their bedroom. His skin itched with that thin sheen spreading over it when he felt a bead of sweat run down his forehead to his temple. Fuck, was he that hot?

So hot he was beginning to sweat like that? It had him groaning lowly in his throat as he swung his hips up high, high, high before dropping down on his husband again, again, again. A never ending cycle that had him whimpering again with that same pleading note to it when his husband moaned. A deafening burst of volume that had him flinching at the pain it sent spearing into his eardrums. He felt his husband wince no doubt from the feedback of his hearing aids that had him choking it down quickly.

God, he'd happily let this man blow out his eardrums if it was another bit of pain to make it all the more pleasurable. He squirmed wildly with his hips slamming down when his husband's hips jumped up to slam against him. A hard thrust that had him crying out delightedly at the force nudging his hips up with his erection dripping against his stomach. Throbbing against it frantically as he snapped his hips up and down, up and down, up and down. Jerking himself fast, fast, fast to give himself the pleasure that he wanted from tonight.

To give it to his husband who deserved to feel that identical pleasure. It had his stomach knotting on him with a drop as he huffed frantically for air to feed his hungry lungs while he jerked himself up and down. Squirming in between his lifts and drops with a moan spilling out of him. He could do this all night. All fucking night. He planned too whether Hizashi knew it or not and it sent a shiver down his back knowing Hizashi would be more than happy to adjust. To give him exactly what he wanted tonight.

And then his husband's hands was leaving his hair, his forearm, to which he whimpered in protest when hands slid to grab at his moving hips to tug him up on an upwards swing. He was panting raggedly when his husband began moving them. Flipping over so he was on his stomach, his husband rolled onto his knees behind him where hands coaxed him to get up onto his hands and knees. And it had him groaning when his husband was spreading him open with his erection nudging against his hole before sliding into him effortlessly.

Sinking back into him like he'd never left when a hand reached up to grab a fistful of his hair to jerk his head back again. And then, then, then his husband was pounding into him with a hard thrust that rocked him lightly Had him swaying forward onto his hands with a moan snapping out of him when his husband resumed that slamming speed he'd been using seconds ago. Hard thrusts that nudged him forward in light sways on his hands and knees that he absolutely adored. Hard thrusts that had him moaning at Hizashi.

The hand in his hair jerking his head back once more wit ha shriek of pain over his scalp that had him moaning. He jerked his hips back as he rocked himself on his hands and knees to meet his husband's slamming thrusts. Giddy. Breathless. He couldn't think of wanting anyone more than he wanted Hizashi. There was no room for anyone else and God help him if that feeling wasn't shared. He moaned at the blonde who yanked at hsi hair causing his ender scalp to shriek in protest at that pain. And then a hand was cracking down on his ass.

A startling slap that was sharper, crisper than their sweaty skin hitting together. It was a startling contrast but fuck if it didn't have him moaning out in approval when that hand was cracking down on his burning ass cheek again. Fingers clinging to his hair as he jerked himself forwards and backwards to meet Hizashi's pounding thrusts. It had him moaning in unison with the man behind him as he twisted his fingers into the blankets. Not wanting to touch himself; not yet, not yet, not yet. Not quite yet.

And it was maddening to feel his erection throbbing against his stomach so fervently with that demand to be touched. To be given that simple pleasure of jerking himself off while Hizashi pounded into him. When he slammed himself back to his pelvis with a squeeze around that throbbing erection inside of him. Stretching him out, filling him up, and rubbing so damn good inside of him. He'd always want this. He'd always want Hizashi. It had him whining with delight when hips struck at him fervently with hard hits.

Thrusts to get him drooling if he wasn't careful with his husband panting raggedly behind him. Was he sweating? Was his hair clinging to his skin and face giving it that wild appearance? He wanted to see yet that's what made doggy so fucking exciting. He jerked his hips back frantically to meet those pounding thrusts of his husband's. His hips jerked back only to wiggle slightly before slamming back in. And ohhhh, if that didn't have him wailing at his husband when sparks of heat ripped up his back suddenly.

Tearing into his skin with a renewed fire that had his wail cresting up in volume with his fingers flexing outwards on the blanket. Curling inwards with nails dragging over the blanket when his husband pulled back then slammed into him again. Another wave of sparks rushed up his back that had him grinding himself back eagerly against his husband's pelvis. Each tight circle allowing his erection to nudge at his prostate and he squeezed tight, tight, tight around that twitching erection. Strangling it in a clamping squeeze.

Gasping when his husband yanked his hips back with a moan only to slam into him again. There was something so good about riding his husband but there was something even better to feel the man actively fucking him. The strength behind his thrusts that had him moaning with an increasing volume. The way that hand on his ass slid forward to grab at his ass to coax him to slam back harder. Pulling at him to come back faster. He moved in compliance with that tugging hand when the other yanked restlessly at his hair.

Listening to the hitching, cracking moans and groans flying out of his husband. Trembling as they tore up in volume relentlessly. It had him moaning out in response as he slammed his hips back to hit against his husband's pelvis. Needing more, more, more of those sparks that were ripping up his back relentlessly. Was this Hizashi's goal? To hit at his prostate so ruthlessly until he came? To make him come first? It wouldn't be the first time his husband edged himself for the sake of sex. Edged himself at all.

To hold off until the second round to come with him. But he didn't want that for the first time. If anything, he wants to be edged. Oh, God, what he'd give to have Hizashi fucking pound him into the bed only to stop when he was close to an orgasm. To make him go through the agony of it; of being so close and stopping. Would he do that for him? Was that a possible "pain" that his husband would use against him? He huffed desperately with his chest heaving with his rasping pants that mirrored the ones behind him.

Hips pounding fiercely at him with that hard hit and speed to get him moaning delightedly at the blonde who moaned back at him with his own delight. His own ecstasy when he clenched tightly around that throbbing erection tightly. Groaning at the rub at his inner walls when he did so as he clamped down as tightly as he dared with slick squelches ringing out like shots of sound. Melting in with the slap of thier slick skin meeting again, again, again. He needed more, more, more from this man. More of what he could take and give.

To fuck himself on him all night to his hearts content and then have the blonde use him up like a toy. Drain himself into him again and again until it felt silly to use a condom. To fucking break the condom. It had happened in the past but he'd hardly cared. If anything, he found it strangely hot to have a condom break like that and not knock it until the last minute. Until it was too late to pull out. It had him squirming desperately with a keening moan ripping out of him when his husband began to pound into him.

Hips wriggling to change their position in order to pound at his prostate. It had him groaning with jolts and jerks at the sparks racing up his back. The heat raking under his skin that had him panting raggedly with a bead of sweat dripping down his cheek. A small drop that streaked down towards his jaw to drip off. He was hot, hot, hot with wisps of hair clinging to his clammy face. His sweaty forehead. God, he can't get enough of this. Even when he thought that after seventeen years would be enough for him it proved not to be.

One would think he'd be satisfied and be used to the humdrum of fucking the same man for seventeen years but God he wasn't. He'd never get tired of fucking his husband. Never get tired of having him touch him like this. Having his husband buried in him to the damn hilt as he was filled up with his cock so good he couldn't imagine it being anyone else. Couldn't imagine fucking another man and feeling this fucking good. He moaned when his husband struck relentlessly at his prostate with that beautiful angle of his.

It had that pleasure pooling into his stomach with a never ending pressure. Building up, up, up when he hissed at the fluttering of an orgasm. Already? He whimpered in protest but it merely tightened with each pounding thrust his husband gave into him. He felt lips press to the center of his back before the heat of pants fanned over it and teeth dug in. He cried out at the pain of those teeth digging bluntly into the center of his back even with those hard sucks to soothe it. Hard sucks that had him shuddering.

A suction that had him writhing as he fought the urge to arch his back to get away from that bite that was digging in. Keeping him in place. It was like that time his husband bit at the back of his neck; God he was melting. Burning, burning, burning as his husband sucked at his spot fervently. Strong sucks with teeth digging in harder with his tongue swirling against the skin when he whimpered. A damn near mewl at his husband who moaned into his skin with vibrations to get him squirming. It was fucking amazing.

Then his husband's mouth was lifting from that spot to move up and his teeth sank into his shoulder blade. It had him whimpering again when the blonde struck at his prostate relentlessly. Ruthlessly. As if daring him to come untouched. To crest towards an orgasm that was inevitable if he kept fucking him like that! Ohhhh, it had him moaning with a deafening burst of volume when he found himself balancing on his left hand when he lifted his right up. Gasping in his ragged pants as he reached down.

Curling his fingers tightly around his throbbing erection when he then began to stroke himself. Stroking fast, fast, fast in time with the pounding hips striking at him causing him to jolt and twist at the sparks racing up his back. Razing under his skin leaving him in threat of bursting into flames. To melting away. He stroked at himself fast, fast, fast with a keening moan flying out of him when he clenched around that throbbing erection inside of him. Squeezing around him good when a muffled groan flew out of his husband.

Sucking at him with firm pulls that had his hips squirming before he jerked backwards to hit against his husband's pelvis. Twisting and curving his hand over his erection as he panted desperately for air only to have it fill his lungs briefly before Hizashi's hips pounded it out of him. Rocking on his hands and knees as he squirmed and twisted between his jerks back keening moan leaving him when the hand in his hair suddenly yanked. Jerking his head back as he cried out at the sparks racing up and down his back.

Sparks of heat that fanned under his feverish skin making him twist and writhe when he began to stroke fast. The wet sound of his fingers sliding over his dripping erection was deafening as it melted into the slick squelches of those pounding thrusts. He bit at his lip with a groan ripping out of his husband when his mouth lifted. Lapping over the throbbing bite mark he left behind before sinking his teeth in between his shoulder blades. Hips pounding forward to hit at his prostate had his teeth raking over his lip as he howled.

Wailing out a shout of his husband's name that had another call leaving him. His world shrinking down to a hot little spot where nothing mattered but their pounding hips moving desperately to get there, get there, get there. Stroking himself with his fingers swiping at the dripping head of his erection with lazy twists and curves over it. Moaning as he squeezed at his erection that throbbed erratically beneath his fingers and palm. Stroking fast, fast, fast as he chased after that fluttering orgasm forming in his lower stomach.

There was no shame in coming early, was there? After all, he was getting off so fucking hard on the hand in his hair. The bites that throbbed from the irritation over his ass and back. His skin feverish from those swatted at spots on his thigh and ass. He was in heaven. He was fucking euphoric as he jerked himself off quickly. That orgasm was clawing its way up far faster than he thought it would as he let out huffing whines. Whimpers. Half formed words with a plea choking off in his throat as he stroked himself.

Jerking his hips back to get the blonde to hit at his prostate to which he jolted and jerked. Higher, higher, higher. The hand in his hair ripped at it tearing another wail out of him as he wailed at his husband. Crying out his name again, again, again, again breathlessly. Hizashi, Hizashi, Hizashi. A chant that couldn't be stopped as he climbed, clawed, crested up towards that orgasm as it twisted into his lower stomach like a hot spark. He squirmed, twisted, and writhed desperately with his thrusts back stuttering.

Briefly becoming clumsy when his world shrank down, down, down. A hot spot that had sweat streaking down his cheeks. The side of his face. And he was pounding himself back against his husband who lifted his mouth from that spot he'd been sucking at with another lap over the teeth indentations. All it took to drive him up, mortifyingly, was a harsh yank on his hair. A crack of that hand coming down on his ass when he was howling out. He was jerking, twisting, writhing on his knees as he rocked back and forth faster, faster, faster.

Hearing his husband's voice groaning his name out louder, louder, louder. Shouta, Shouta, Shouta. A name. A praise. A thing. Groaned like a curse. Like a devote man pleading to his god. A king. A being his husband needed mercy from. It had him moaning when the fingers in his hair ripped at his hair with hips pounding forward to hit at his prostate ruthlessly. Again, again, again. His thighs shook as they began to tense up on him with his pants racing into gasping pants with a renewed speed as he squirmed.

Clawing their way down his throat only to fly out of him on sharp huffs when his husband's hips struck at him. Hot, hot, hot. He was so fucking hot. So hot, so hot, so hot. He squirmed wildly with his knees digging into the bed desperately to spur himself onwards; gasping desperately. He was right there. Ohhhh, it was mortifying but he was right fucking there! What did he need? He whimpered in a keening pitch at his husband when a hand cracked down on his ass had pain blistering over the sensitive skin ripping with pain.

Teeth bit down on the back of his shoulder and he. Was. Done. His thighs trembled viciously as they tensed up with a rushing wave of tingles sweeping up them. His stomach flexed when his eyes rolled back behind his closed eyelids when that orgasm exploded into his stomach. He wailed out with nails clawing at the blanket while his right hand moved fast, fast, fast. He stroked himself fast as he could without his hand slipping off as he clamped down around his husband. Clenching to get that drool worthy stretch.

That rub that had him moaning hoarsely at his husband when he squeezed tightly around that throbbing erection. Tight, tight, tight to get his husband howling behind him with a burst of volume that had glass popping. Tinkling down. He winced with his own wail cresting up, up, up as that white-hot heat rushed through him. Choking. Drowning. Burning, burning, burning. Choking, choking, choking. Sweat dripped down the sides of his face; down his cheeks to his jaw where they dripped off and slithered down his throat.

Shaking. That white-hot heat throbbed through him as he held onto his frantically throbbing erection. How spurts landing on his stomach as he trembled through the frantic pulses of his erection. As if his body was desperate to rid itself of those spurts as he trembled. Felt his husband slamming against him once, twice more as his mouth hung open on a choked groan. Slamming, pounding, sliding into him with hard thrusts. Then the blonde finally slammed into him grinding tightly as he stiffened up behind him.

Groaning into his shoulder in that snapping, guttural pitch as the blonde tightened his holds on him. It was so good, so good, so good! So fucking good. And knowing this wasn't the only orgasm of the night? It had him moaning in that choked pitch. So hot, so hot, so hot. It was burning through his fucking veins as his husband shuddered behind him. Moaning into his shoulder with teeth digging in fucking good. He was drowning, choking, suffering under that white-hot heat. Being eaten alive by that white-hot heat.

His husband shaking against him with his stiff set when he felt the blonde releasing his bite on him when his upper body gave up. He flew down closer to the bed while his hips remained up with the hand in his hair causing his upper half to hover slightly over the bed. The hand in his hair squeezed tighter for a moment before it began to let go. Working its way out and his body hit the bed with a shaking gasp when hsi hips thrusted weakly into his hand to ride out the waves of that orgasm that was ebbing out of him.

Weaker with each spurt that left him onto his skin until finally, finally, finally it was rushing out of him with a choked exhale leaving him when his husband moaned. And then he was grunting with the weight of Hizashi falling onto his back pinning him down. Huffing pants fanning over his shoulder as that erection throbbed within him. Frantic with twitches inside of him had a weak moan leaving himself when the blonde ground weakly against him. As if aiding along those weak throbs of his erection when the blonde finally exhale.

Slumping into him as his hips were held up, the blonde began to pull back slowly tearing a whimper out of him when he clenched tightly when the blonde whimpered back. Working his way out of him wit ha slick, vulgar squelch and he moved when Hizashi's weight was gone. Flipping himself on top of the blonde who jumped with a yelp. Taking him by surprise when his hands freezing down by his crotch to grab at the condom covering his softening erection. He smirked down at the blonde who stared up at him with wide eyes.

Then he pressed his taint to the blonde's thigh to rub slickly against him when he leaned forward with hands planting on either side of the blonde's shoulders. No time. He didn't want to waste any damn time. Leaning down with racing pants mixing together as he rolled his hips down against the blonde's tight with a smirk of his own curling over his lips. He was far from done with this man. He wanted, needed, more from the blonde who seemed to be showing that interest when he nipped at his jaw before meeting his gaze.

His smirk curling over his lips when his husband's eyes widened when they moved from their place at the base of his softening erection. Grabbing at his thighs as they flexed with his rolls down and he swore he saw that insatiability rear its head. That hunger flickering in those dilated green eyes as hands slid up from his thighs up to his hips which pulled him down tightly to that arching thigh. It sent a shiver racing down his back when he dragged his hips against his thigh in a rub when he licked his lips.

"More."