All The Ways I Love You

by CrypticBeans

Shouta is not having a good day. Not a good one at ALL. However, upon returning home from a patrol, his all too loving husband is more than happy to take care of him and show him some love!

This was actually an idea I was given off of Wattpad! I honestly truly liked the idea of a trans Shouta dealing with some dysphoria and I wanted to write it out so here it is! I won't lie, I truly am finding myself all the more comfortable with writing transgender characters! I don't know if it's a good thing as I don't want to get TOO comfortable and become offensive if that makes sense! But I truly did enjoy writing this and I tried to add some sweetness to it! I hope you all enjoy this little one shot of mine! Until we meet again ❤️

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"Shouta, baby? Are you okay?" Shouta squeezed Void closer to his chest with the cat purring wildly in his arms. Vibrating much like Cosmo up above him like a halo around his head. Twix rested against his back and Reese between his legs, he was spread awkwardly on the bed when the bedroom doors grinding in their tracks before thudding shut gently. The muted thud of socked feet moving over the floor. The dip of the bed when he fought the urge to tense when a hand touched his shoulder. "Baby?"

"'m fine." He mumbled into the blankets but the hand on his shoulder slid up to coax his hair out of his face. He didn't cry. He swore he didn't cry. But there was a weight behind his eyes that was killing him; it was making a suffocating sensation in his chest when he curled up tighter to fight it off. Curling into a ball to make it disappear but the fingers combing through his hair was so gentle it had his lip trembling before he bit it. He had a bad day. Bad days were not uncommon. But today? It was awful.

"No, you're not. Come on, baby, please talk to me? You've been here since you got home from your patrol at six and it's ten now! You haven't eaten, haven't drank anything, and I'm worried. Tell me what's wrong?" That hand smoothed over his forehead to push his hair back away from his face gently when he swallowed hard. Could he explain to his husband just how awful today had been to him? How he felt now? Would Hizashi understand? Or would it be useless? "Baby, talk to me, please? I want to hear your voice."

Swallowing against the lump of emotion in his throat, he lifted his head up to roll over the blanket where he finally raised his gaze to his husband. Blonde locks were tugged into a half up do with a few locks framing the blonde's face as red frames slipped down his nose. Brows squeezing together tightly with a frown on those soft lips. Green eyes flicking over him with lashes fluttering as the blonde squirmed closer to him with fingers tracing down his back when he cleared his throat. "It's been a bad day. Real bad."

"Tell me, how has it been bad, baby? What happened?" Fingers caressed the scars overlapping on his cheekbone before trailing down his cheek again when he fought to keep that lip quiver away when the blonde leaned forward. That worry pinched his face when fingers combed through his hair gently. It was nice. Those fingers tugging through his hair gently felt so nice when the blonde leaned down with lips pressing to his forehead before lifting away. "Talk to me, baby? Please? Let me hear what's going on, yeah?"

God, what did he do to get this lovely man? This sweet, caring man who was stroking his hair so gently it threatened to make his lip tremble when he took a breath then turned his face away to cough lightly. Clearing his throat as he tried to rid it of that knot of emotion building there. He then looked back up at his husband when he let out a trembling breath. "Do you ever feel, just, wrong? Like, somehow, you don't feel like a man should? That your body feels wrong? That you don't feel man enough for the world to accept it?"

Fingers paused in his hair as that worry seemed to intensify as it pinched at his husband's face. Twix squirmed before jumping away when the blonde shifted closer with knees lightly pressing against his back when the blonde then sighed out. Leaning down, their foreheads pressed together again with that hand smoothing over his hair again. "Oh, baby, are you having a bad day because of some gender dysphoria? Why didn't you say something sooner, honey? Why didn't you tell me earlier when I asked if you were alright?"

"Didn't know how to say it." He hated how choked his voice sounded as Hizashi's forehead pressed against his with his hand smoothing over his hair as he let his eyes flutter shut. Swallowing hard around the knot of emotion in his throat when he then took another trembling breath. "I-I don't feel man enough. Not for myself, not for the damn world, and certainly not for you. I don't feel like I'm-I'm good enough for you today. I don't- My body doesn't feel right. I hate it, Zashi, I hate it so much."

"Oh, my poor baby, you should have told me sooner! Sweet thing, you are more than man enough! You are effortlessly the most handsome, strong, and muscular man I've ever seen! You are perfect, your heart is perfect, and so is your body." He whimpered in the back of his throat; a quiet sound as his lashes tickled his cheeks when Hizashi's hand continued to smooth itself over his hair. "You are man enough for me, sweetheart. You are more than enough. And I love this body of yours just as much."

"How? How can you love it so much? Anyone would be put off that their husband has a-a vagina rather than a cock, wouldn't they? Don't you get tired of it?" His voice dipped into a choked whisper when he reached up to twist his fingers into the blonde's sweater as he held him closer with that forehead pressing tightly to his. Noses lightly bumping together when his husband crooned softly at him. "How can you love my body, Zashi? I don't understand it. How is it not wrong to you? How can you not feel dissatisfied with it like me?"

"Because I love all of you, baby! From head to toe, soul and heart, I love all of what makes you, you. I will always love you, Shouta Aizawa, and you're my perfect, sweet boy." He wanted to cry. He could feel tears pricking when his lip trembled before he bit down on it. A hard bite that sent pain jolting down his chin when his husband stroked his hair again. "Oh, my sweet baby boy, how could I ever hate this body of yours? How could I not love it? You are perfect, whether you know it or not. The perfect man for me."

God, it was worse than he thought it'd be. Hearing his husband comforting him as he clung to his sweater with tears threatening to well on his lashes. All damn day, he'd been suffering. He'd been trying to choke down the emotion welling in his chest with an increasing intensity. He hadn't suffered with gender dysphoria this bad since he was a teenager but God if it wasn't bad today. For no damn reason, he felt awful. Wrong in his own skin. "You really mean it? Or are you just saying it to make me feel better?"

"I mean it, baby. I love you more than anything and that means I love your body just as much! You are my husband, and I wish I'd noticed it today, but I thought it was your normal huffy attitude, you know? But that just means I need to pay closer attention to you on days like these, don't I?" He let out a shaking breath as he clung to the blonde's sleeve when the blonde nuzzled their noses together. "My perfect boy should never hate himself. I don't want you to hate what's so beautiful, Shouta, you know that?"

"I don't know how you find it beautiful." He tightened his grasp on Hizashi's sleeve when he swallowed around the knot in his throat. It was tightening with tears pricking at his eyes when his husband stroked his hair gently over the pillow. It was unbelievably nice. Calming. It had him melting slightly but he couldn't stop that twist of sadness in his chest when he took a trembling breath. "I don't think I can find it beautiful, Zashi. And it scares me I can't. How can you want me the way you do?"

That hand paused briefly when the blonde lifted himself up with his forehead leaving the press against his. His nuzzling nose rubbing against his firmly to which he returned it weakly before his husband was lifting up. That hand stroking over his forehead, over his hair, when he opened his eyes to find Hizashi staring down at him with warmth. Love. It had his lip trembling again when his husband then kissed his nose. "Just because you can't see it doesn't mean I don't. Your beauty shines through for me, baby."

"I want to crawl out of my own skin! I want you to take me out of this body, Zashi, and put me in the right one! I want to be perfect for you and giver you what you want from a proper man!I don't want to be like this, I don't want to have these parts anymore! I-I feel like I'm suffocating, Zashi, and I don't know how to love myself! I just- I may not have breasts anymore but it's suffocating me an-and I don't know how to fix it! Fix it, Zashi, please? Help me? I-I can't see why you love my body. How you can love something so disgu-"

Fingers clapped over his lips then; forcing him into silence when he looked at the blonde who frowned at him. A spark of outrage to those green eyes when he pressed his lips together tightly with those fingers pressing down. Keeping them shut when the blonde shifted beside him. "Don't you dare! You listen to me! You are beautiful Shouta Aizawa, and there is not a thing about you that is disgusting! Don't you ever call yourself that, you hear me? You are beautiful. There's no being a "proper" man when you are a man!"

"'m nt." He mumbled from behind pinched lips when fingers merely pressed down harder on his lips when the blonde then began to shoo away the purring cats around him. He blinked when Hizashi shuffled backwards then coaxed him to roll onto his back. His feet, left and prosthetic, slid over the blanket. Fingers left his lips then when he felt that wave of desperation. The need, like every other time, for Hizashi to fix it. To help him. "Make me feel beautiful? Please? Sho-Show me how to feel beautiful, Zashi? Fix me?"

"There's nothing too fix, Shouta, you hear me? You are the most perfect man I've ever met, and you're not broken. You're not disgusting." Lips pressed to his forehead then his nose. His cheek. His jaw. Soft, frenzied kisses that trailed down to his throat when he whimpered out when his husband nipped at his throat. "You are perfect, inside and out, you hear me? If I knew you were suffering so badly, I'd have helped you earlier, baby. But I can show you how beautiful you are, yeah? Are you comfortable taking your shirt off?"

"I- Yeah. Yeah, I am." He whispered before he let go of his husband's shirt to reach down as Hizashi kissed the side of his throat gently before pulling away. He was sitting back on his heels when his husband then crawled down around his legs before reaching up to push his knees apart. Crawling forward to coax his legs apart to which he spread them as he yanked his shirt up awkwardly. Blocking the view of his husband as it bunched up. Getting it over his head, he tossed it off the side of the bed.

"You're beautiful." No nicknames. No names. Just two words breathed out with all the awe in the world to leave him choked up. His lip trembling when his husband's hands planted on the bed on either side of his sides with blonde locks slithering over his shoulders. A warmth to that gaze when his husband leaned down to kiss at his collar bone. The hollow of his throat. Down to his fluttering chest. When blonde lashes fluttered, and green eyes locked onto him. "I'll make you feel beautiful, baby. I'll show you how much I want you."

"Will you?" God, he hated how tight his own voice sounded when Hizashi's hand slid over his stomach; coaxing him to roll onto his back. He shifted onto his back with his hair rustling over the pillow as he stared up at his husband. The adoration, the love, he saw in that gaze could bring him to his damn knees. Hizashi's shifted forward then with hands tapping his knees. Opening his legs up, his husband then shifted to crawl between them when he reached up to grab onto his shirt.

"I will. I'll show you I mean everything I've said. You're a man, Shouta Aizawa, and you're mine. I won't let you go a single day thinking you are wrong, disgusting, or be upset about it, you hear me?" A hand lifted with fingers skimming along his cheekbone then while the other pressed into the bed causing it to dip. A thumb ran beneath his lashes where they gathered the moisture gathering there. Moisture he'd not been aware of. "You're beautiful, Shouta. Even if you don't see it I do. And I love you so, so much."

Licking his lips, they parted then trembled silently with the denials building in his throat. He couldn't look at himself. Not right now. He knew that the scars, the reminders, would just make it worse. He knew himself enough to know that; it was why he avoided mirrors should he be shirtless. Avoided looking at himself. Touching himself. He didn't need the reminders that would make the dysphoria worse. He tightened his grasp on the shirt held to his palms when he fought down a whimper. "I don't see it."

"Not everyone can see their own beauty, honey. No one can see their beauty but to others? It shines right through. And you, Shouta, are the most beautiful man I've ever had the pleasure of dating and marrying. You are the most beautiful man I've ever seen in my life." A hand slid over his stomach then up to his chest where fingers delicately traced the mastectomy scar on his right side gently. Drifting over his skin to the left. "You're the most beautiful man I've ever seen, and I'll show you how much I love you. How much I want you."

"Then show me." Fingers slid over his mastectomy scars gently with a reverence that left him breathless. He'd been wound so tightly today that the gentle touch of his husband was almost too much. He swallowed against the knot in his throat when fingers kneaded gently at him. One side at a time before Hizashi pushed off the bed with hands sliding over his chest with a soothing rub that had him closing his eyes. The warmth of his hands of his palms sliding over his chest.

Letting him relax back on the bed while hands continued to rub soothingly on his chest. Melting into the bed with the slow circles rolled into his chest that then slid down to rub at his mastectomy scars again before sliding back up with palms sliding over his nipples. Fingertips touching his collar bones gently before returning to that up and down rub. It was soothing. Comforting. Firm circles were rolled into his chest with that firm kneading motion that he'd recognize anywhere.

When he'd gotten his mastectomy surgery, Hizashi would spend nights just like this rubbing the prescribed lotions and Vitamin E lotion into his chest. They'd make a night out of it; where he'd strip down and Hizashi would massage his shoulders and neck. His back. Then he'd work on his chest with the lotions mixed. God, he truly didn't know what had triggered it today. He'd woken up feeling fine. More than fine. He'd been happy with the blonde fussing over him when he got out of his shower with a coffee pushed into his hand.

But something had changed subtly between taking his shower and getting into his suit for the day. So subtle he truly missed that little prick of emotion. It was slow. Creeping. He hadn't realized something was wrong until he'd been splashing cool water on his face in the bathroom after using it. When his wet hands had been clutching at the edges of the sink with his dark eyes had been staring intently at him as he met his own gaze. Nothing had happened to trigger it. He swore nothing had happened.

But staring at his own face had left him crashing into this dysphoria that clutched at him in a vice grip. It was killing him. It was choking him. Each time he dared to speak, to bark out an order, he was cringing. He didn't understand it. He didn't know why it was happening other than that it was shriveling him up with each word that left him. Each glimpse of himself he caught. His breasts were gone but he was suffocating as he did in his youth when he would bind his chest. He felt panicked. He felt sick.

He felt wrong.

Wrong, wrong, wrong. Like there was something truly wrong with him that he was only now seeing. The insecurities that he'd felt years prior when he began dating Hizashi had hit him. He didn't feel man enough. He felt like he was merely pretending to be a man despite living as one from the time he was fifteen to his age of thirty-two. He was going on thirty-three in November and yet he had felt as he had when he first begun dating Hizashi. He felt as he had when he first began to wear a binder that he bought under his mother's nose.

He'd done his best with what he had but today? Today he simply didn't feel right. He didn't feel good in his skin like he usually did. Normally, if he was honest with himself, it came with the transphobic comments he'd get from time to time should someone find out he was transgender. But today? Today, nothing happened. He'd been fine one moment and the next he'd been drowning in his own head. In his own insecurities. There had been nothing he noticed throughout the morning when he'd been getting ready.

But he'd never been the most aware of his own feelings until it was in his face. Undeniable. Unavoidable. Never been the most in tune with his own feelings. It had him drowning in his insecurities when he'd taken up his patrol. Trying to forget. Trying to lose himself in the mundane routine of running his patrol but he'd been drowning by the time he stumbled over the threshold. When he'd barely said three words to his husband before jumping in the shower to rinse the day off of him. To merely stand under the water.

Curling up onto the bed with the excuse of a migraine. What if he'd reached out to his husband sooner? If he told him what he was going through? What was in his head? He didn't hesitate when it came to talking to his husband but today, he'd found it so hard. So hard to look at himself. Listen to himself. To look at his husband and not feel that crushing weight of his dysphoria. He was drowning and he hadn't gone for the raft. For the one thing that would save him from his drowning.

He'd merely showered and curled up with the cats for the past four hours while his husband got Eri to bed and cleaned up outside. He hadn't found the strength to leave their bedroom to eat dinner. To get a drink. How could he when he felt that knot in his throat? When it felt impossible to swallow around it? And he knew if he was struggling to eat his husband would push him and he'd question him. Just as he did right now. Damn near bringing him to strange tears over the situation that had spiraled out of his control.

Something he'd thought he'd be able to take care of on his own. He'd been doing it for years now but sometimes he needed that assurance. He needed to hear his husband say he wanted him. To hear the blonde insist he was a man. The perfect man for him. Sometimes he just needed to be reminded that his husband did indeed want him no matter what his genitalia was. He always imagined it to be a human thing; to know that one's partner wanted them like that no matter what. That he was desired after.

To hear out loud that the love between them was given freely. That there was no stipulations or anything of the sort. All he needed today was Hizashi to confirm everything he needed to hear. He needed Hizashi to take care of him just this once, but he'd been refusing to go to his husband. He hadn't wanted to ruin his good mood or bring him down. And yet what did that get him? Hours with tears bordering in his eyes as he tried to work through his issue on his own? An issue that only dug itself deeper into his chest?

He wished he'd been more observant. That he'd nipped it in the bud but how could he notice something that crept silently? That didn't make itself known until it was too late? He felt wrong but he didn't know why he felt wrong. It was a sensation that peeked when he'd been in the bathroom looking at himself in the mirror. Only then had the realization that he was suffering with that dysphoria made itself known. Made itself perfectly clear to him. Unavoidable and undeniable no matter how he tried to push through it.

He had been drowning without realizing it but the moment he did it was too late. Much, much too late. But he didn't want it to be like that. He didn't want his suffering to go on a moment longer. He wanted the comfort that could only be given by Hizashi. He wanted his husband more than anything to tell him everything he wanted to hear. Even if that small part of him didn't believe him, the least he could do was here it, right? The least he could do was try to tell his husband how he felt, right? To tell him?

Even if Hizashi never understood it, his husband always did his best to make him feel better. It was something his husband had claimed was "his job" back when he had more bad days than good up until his mastectomy surgery. His husband had acted like a safe harbor. Somewhere to put his grief and his dysphoria and have the blonde assure him that he was wanted. Assure him that his husband was still attracted to him no matter what was in his pants. Was it selfish of him to have Hizashi do that? Possibly.

Was it good to hear regardless? Yes. God, yes, Hizashi was saying all the things he wanted to hear from him. He was reassuring him in the ways he knew how and he was putty in this man's hands. He was never one to be swayed by the pretty words of his lover but God knows his husband was swaying him today. He was making him feel better by chasing away those doubts that had been clouding his mind all day. With a few simplistic words, Hizashi was helping him. How did he ever get such a caring husband?

What did he do to deserve Hizashi? He'd never understand what he did to get such a loving man. What he did to make Hizashi love him like this. Hands slid along his chest to gently rub at his mastectomy scars when lips fluttered over his collar bone gently tore him out of his thoughts. Soft, gentle kneading as fingers slid along their shape while lips kissed at his chest softly. Soft pecks that had him melting into the bed when the blonde continued to trace the shape of his scars. A gentle reverence to that touch.

Kneading then in slow rubs that had the surrounding skin tingling. He let out a shuddering breath when he pressed his head back into the bed which had lips crawling up it. Soft kisses placed along his throat with a playful nip being given where he should have an Adam's Apple. And then lips were crawling up gently with those soft kisses that had his skin tingling to kiss up beneath his jaw. To nip gently at the edge of it before lips were fluttering along it. The quiet sound of his husband's lips moving over stubble was deafening.

However, those soft kisses had him melting into the bed. Hands sliding along his chest pressing down just enough with their soothing circles had him letting out a shuddering exhale. Soft kisses were placed along the edge of his jaw before moving back down his throat. He pressed his head back into the pillow further. Warm. He was so warm when all day he'd been cold. Detached. Hizashi was his point of warmth; something he wanted to cling onto just so he could feel good with him. So, he can be better.

He knew there was no controlling emotions properly but today had been hard. It had been unbelievably hard and if his husband wanted to make it better then who was he to stop him? He wants to feel good. He wants to be made better by his husband who kneaded at his chest gently. Palms sliding over his nipples gently with nails lightly dragging over his areola's. Sensitive. It had him tingling as his lashes fluttered on his warm cheeks when his husband kissed his throat before making his way to the hollow of it.

Down to his collar bones. Soft kisses that had him melting into the bed when teeth nipped gently at his collar bone when he arched. Squirming slightly to get himself comfortable while hands slid over his chest. Fingers feeling out for his scars once again where they traced their shapes. Rubbing gently at them while lips fluttered over his chest in soft kisses that had his heart skipping. His breaths trembled quietly when his husband's hands fanned out over the scars. Sliding against them to rub gently at them.

Fingers curling down firmly much to his delight. His mastectomy scars were sensitive; all scars were as he had multiple littered across his body that could attest to that. It was thanks to Hizashi that they weren't so harsh. That they softened beautifully due to those early days when his husband insisted on the lotions. On rubbing it in for him. He took a sharp breath in then let it out slowly when lips pressed over his collar bones. Over his chest when he lifted his head up slightly to peek through his lashes.

Twitching when he found those green eyes on him. Pupils expanding slightly with that look of utter adoration. With such love it had his breath threatening to catch in his throat. It was like the blonde was looking at him that first night they made love; how awkward he'd felt with his arms over his chest. How he had hid his then breasts from the blonde due to sheer embarrassment. Hizashi had taken that whole night coaxing and kissing him until his arms were wrapped around him rather than his chest.

He'd been so fearful back then that Hizashi only wanted him for his body. For his breasts. But he'd proven himself time and time again, hadn't he? The blonde loves him from the man he was now, didn't he? His heart skipped wildly against his chest when his husband placed a kiss to the center of his chest. Soft. Gentle kisses that trailed down when hands swept up to brush palms over his nipples again that tingled. His skin buzzing as those tingles pooled into his stomach when he watched the blonde dip down.

Lips pressing to his mastectomy scar gently. Tracing the shape of it with his lips as soft kisses were placed along the curving shape of it with hands kneading at his fluttering chest. All while those green eyes remained on him. Meeting his gaze without so much as a damn flinch much to his delight. God, he loves his husband. He loves him so damn much. Soft kisses trailed over his scar when his husband began moving over to the left. Kisses trailed in between until they touched at the scar running along the left side.

And just like the right, soft kisses were placed over it. Following the shape of it gently with those soft kisses that had his stomach fluttering. Hands that slid over his nipples in a gentle up and down rub with palms with fingers just barely brushing his collar bones. Coming down to knead over his chest when hands lifted up with fingertips tracing the edges of his areolas gently. The edges of his nails tracing the rims before swirling inward with fingers trailing over his nipples playfully. Again. And again.

Again, again, again those fingers trail over nipples that began to perk up. Tingling. He swallowed as those tingles raced down to pool into his stomach where the fluttering ache began to twist into his lower stomach. Wrapping his lower half in a tight grasp that tightened. Squeezing him with each trailing caress over his hardening nipples while his husband kissed at his mastectomy scar gently. With reverence. Love. It had him fighting that choked up sensation at the reverence his husband showed him.

The unspoken adoration when his husband began to trail kisses up the center of his chest towards his throat. Kissing softly up it once more to his jawline where lips then crawled up to his cheek. Soft kisses placed over it; his husband then leaned in to nuzzle their noses together gently. A rub that he returned without a second thought with the blonde's hands rubbing over his chest again with palms drifting over his nipples. A light caress that had his back arching slightly as he began to kiss at his husband's face in return.

Targeting freckled cheeks and their darker smatterings over the bridge of his husband's nose softly with lips peppering over his face until he felt a small laugh bubbling up his throat. The first one all day. It had his husband giggling at the sound when the blonde then lifted himself up. Green eyes sparkling down at him adoringly. A soft, warm smile on those lips of his with blonde lashes lowered slightly when the blonde came down and he happily tipped his face up. Sighing out when those soft, warm lips came down on his.

Sliding against his slowly, tenderly with the quiet whisper ringing out deafeningly in the quiet around them. Slow. Sweet. He found himself melting when his husband's lips slid against his with all the sweetness in the world. All the love to leave him sinking into the bed while hands slid along his chest gently. Massaging at him firmly with lips sliding against his, he moved his with the blonde's when he lifted his arms up to curl around his husband. Twisting his fingers into the fabric of his tank top to hold onto him.

Twitching when he felt hips lowering down to press against his as Hizashi balanced on his hands and knees. Kneading at his chest when fingers brushed over his nipples. A gentle slide over them with lips moving against his, he found himself shuddering. Heat flickering idly over his skin when the blonde hummed down at him softly. Hands sliding over his chest again before sliding down to his stomach. Causing muscles to quiver when he squirmed only to have hands sweep back up to his chest.

Fingers tracing his mastectomy scars before coming up. Gentle pinching at his nipples, tingles raced under his skin straight down to his stomach where that ache twisted. Oh, he could happily go along with this. He wanted his husband to show him how much he wanted him. Had all but begged for it. His husband's lips slid against his as he admired how those soft lips melted against his. Shaping to mold and curve against his own that filled the gaps those thinner lips couldn't. Lips melting to that perfect fit with one another.

Like two puzzle pieces warped to fit one another. He arched his hips up to press against his husband who pressed back against him as his thighs came together to rub against his waist. A sigh leaving himself as he arched his chest up to push into his husband's hands. Whining under his breath when fingers pinched harder at his nipples. Tugging them up which sent a bolt of heat down to his stomach. His thighs squirmed together against his husband's waist when fingers tugged sharply at his nipples.

Pulling up with a light twist had his breath huffing out of him when his husband hummed down at him softly. Comfortingly. He shuddered as he moved his lips against those soft ones that pressed down firmer to his. A touch he returned without a second thought when he untwisted his fingers from the blonde's tank top to reach down for the hem of it. Flipping it up, he skimmed his fingers over Hizashi's lower back who shuddered beneath his hands. Squirming slightly before he snuck his hands beneath his tank top.

He wanted Hizashi to want him. To desire him. To want this with him despite the voice howling at him that his husband was only placating him. The negative little voice that screamed Hizashi couldn't possibly want him like this, but he knew the truth. He knew the reality was that Hizashi wanted him just as badly as he wanted him. He slid his hands along the warmth of his skin as he tried to drown out that voice. Focusing instead on the way the blonde's lips slid slowly but firmly against his to get them tingling.

The sensation of his breaths fanning warmly over his hot cheek. The feel of Hizashi above him as he was pressed down into the bed. The fingers plucking, toying, with his nipples. Tugging, pinching, t hen twisting side to side with that light friction burn to get his hips bucking upwards. It had his nipples tingling with sparks racing down to his stomach to pool into it leaving it feeling heavy. Warm. He felt fuzzy already as he let the blonde play with his chest. Hands fanning out then to squeeze at him gently.

An action Hizashi used to do from time to time with his chest during sex. He had not a clue if it was a left over from his time with breasts. Not one. But God knows when he did the same to Hizashi it drove the man wild. He shuddered when fingers slid over his chest to pinch sharply at his nipples when he felt hips twitch before grinding against him cautiously. Slow, small circles that he was more than happy to reply in kind with. His husband's lips pressed harder to his which he giddily returned with breaths trembling.

He kept his hips arched up to grind with his husband. The quiet rustle of their clothing rubbing together when his husband gave another sharp pinch to his nipples that had him whimpering shrilly at him. They'd always been sensitive but after his double mastectomy? Oh, the sensitivity was out of this world. Dragging his nails down his husband's back, the blonde let out a whimper of his own with hips moving with those slow circles. Firm. A relief to have a pressure on his aching crotch to soothe it ever so slightly.

It had his inner wall giving a spasm together in a throb that had him hissing in a breath. His hands trembled lightly when he clawed at his husband's waist before sliding his hands along his sides. Lips sliding quicker against his as that sweetness was abandoned for a budding desire. A budding lust. He moved his lips in time with his husband's as the blonde squirmed when he slid his hands along his sides. Loving the sharp exhale shuddering over his cheek as his husband's hips ground against him firmly.

It had his toes curling to move along with his husband who pressed down tightly against him to pin him slightly to the bed much to his delight. He couldn't stop that low, quiet moan from leaving himself at the press down into the bed that had heat sparking under his skin. Running over the surface of it. It had his inner walls spasming together in another throb at the pressure against his crotch when his thighs squirmed together. Moving his lips with that new speed his husband had set for them effortlessly.

A casual speed that was more than effortless to follow along with. He let out another sharp exhale of his own as he ground himself against his husband with fingers tugging sharply at his nipple sending a jolt through him. Oh. Oh, it had him squirming with his breaths trembling slightly with each inhale that rushed out of him faster than he liked. He clawed his nails down his husband's sides earning himself a whine from the blonde who squirmed above him. Hips pressed flush to his own when fingers let go of his nipples.

Doing so in favor of rubbing over his areolas. Dragging his nails over them to get his nipples and areolas tingling with the sensation as his husband rocked against him. Sliding down to knead at his mastectomy scars with that gentleness he had displayed before. His skin was crackling with the excitement flickering in his chest. A feeling that was threatening to burst away the melancholy that had been controlling him all day. A rushing emotion that had his blood gushing through his veins with that burst of heat.

The excitement when he ground himself up in slow, firm circles against his husband. There was no rush. No frantic speeds to be used this time round. There was something unbelievably nice about this. He lifted a hand from his husband's side to cup the back of his head with fingers twisting into the silk locks that spilled over the back of his hand. Slithering. It was so soft. He pressed lightly on the back of his husband's head as lips slid firmly against his with that light, intermittent smack coming to break it up.

A shudder raced down his back as hips continued to move in those slow circles. Moving his lips firmly against his husband's, hands continued to rub over his chest with one sliding down his side to the curve of his waist. Sliding in a caress over it when his husband's fingers flicked playfully at the waistband of his pants. He shuddered then when he tightened his arm around the blonde's shoulder. Wanting to keep him close, close, close to him after having been away from him for so long today. After keeping him away.

God, he didn't know how he had kept himself away from his husband. Denied himself this comfort of having him close. His husband kept up those firm, slow circles against him that felt so damn good. It had him squirming slightly to adjust himself comfortably as lips slid against his with that budding desire. God, he loves this man. How did he get so lucky as to have him? He knew most people would more than likely become dissatisfied with a transgender lover. After all, Hizashi was with him, and he identified as a man.

They were in a gay relationship, that much he could proudly say, but wouldn't anyone get disappointed? Wouldn't Hizashi become dissatisfied? They'd been together for close to seventeen years now going on eighteen. That was a long time and yet Hizashi still wants him with a ravenous hunger that he felt flickering through him as he returned his husband's desire in their kiss. A sigh fanned over his cheek that he couldn't stop himself from echoing as hips continued moving slowly together.

Pressing tightly together, he shuddered at the throb his inner walls gave when hands slid along his chest. Rubbing over his chest with fingers flicking over his nipples before palms were sliding over them. He slid his hand along his husband's side before moving his hand forward along his waist to sweep his hand up his stomach. Reaching up to his chest where his heart thudded beneath his palm when he trailed his fingers over a hardened nipple. Flicking his nails at the metal ball of his piercing and listening to the muffled click.

He brought his fingers to pinch at Hizashi's nipple. Twisting lightly while clutching at his fistful of silky soft blonde locks giddily when his husband squirmed. Hips bucking against him when he gave a firm yank on his hair which had the blonde groaning quietly at him. He twisted idly at his husband's nipple loving the whine it got him then when he tugged at his hardened nipple that he pinched hard at. Holding onto those silky locks giddily as lips slid against his with that desire. Lust. A hunger he felt flickering his chest.

Unmistakable as he moved his lips with Hizashi's, there was a desire to the way his husband kissed him. Something that had heat flashing over the surface of his skin as he tried to lose himself in the soft touch of his husband's lips. The gentle way those hands slid over his chest or how fingers playfully flicked over his nipples. How hips ground in slow circles to get his inner walls throbbing when he pressed his hips up tightly against the blonde giddily. Rolling in those firm, slow circles that his husband set for them.

A pace that had his toes curling tightly as his left foot pressed to the bed firmly. His thighs rubbing against his husband's waist as he slid his lips against those soft warm ones. There was something so exciting about this. Something so touching about his husband's previous words. Were they true? Was he seeing himself through clouded vision today? If Hizashi said he was beautiful then he had to be, right? After all, Hizashi was the most beautiful man he'd ever seen in his life so if it came from him then was it true?

He had not a clue but as the blonde kissed him with that desire with the budding passion to get his blood racing through his veins? Well, he might just believe it. He could just barely believe it. Sliding his lips against his husband's, he tightened his arm around his shoulders to hold him close as he plucked at his nipple. He fanned his fingers out in a V formation to sneak beneath the balls of his husband's piercings then lifting up. And it had a snapping moan leaving the blonde when he kept pulling up, up, up.

Letting the piercing drop back down in favor of pinching sharply at that nipple. In twisting side to side tearing another moan out of his husband with hips bucking against him. Thrusting against him to get his breath hitching through his nose when he thrusted back instinctively which had his husband moaning deafeningly at him. It had a moan flying out of himself at the hard hit of those hips against him as slow circles were made tighter. Pressing tighter. He felt himself inner walls clamp down together in spasm.

A reaction to the burst of heat under his skin when he began to move in those tight circles. Grinding himself to the blonde's pelvis giddily when fingers plucked at his nipples. Pinching sharply then tugging upwards sharply to get him whimpering. Whining. He squirmed when his husband bucked against him again before hips began to move against him. Dragging in an up and down rub against his crotch that had his lashes fluttering. It was a shallow rub that had his toes curling as he pressed against the back of Hizashi's head.

This earned him a harder press of those soft lips against his. A hunger making itself known as hands slid along his chest leaving him blistering in the heat racing under his skin. He could feel blood draining to his clitoris as it began to swell with that telltale light throbbing. It had him whimpering when he felt that wetness of his beginning to dampen his boxers. Inner walls spasming in a throb together once again leaving him squirming. Was it shameful? To get so excited this fast? To have that heat flickering under his skin?

All from a few kisses and some grinding. It had him mortified but they hadn't done anything remotely sexual since he'd gotten his period last week. So surely it wasn't wrong of him to get so excited so fast, was there? And he needed it. Needed this more than anything today. He rubbed himself up against his husband with a shudder when the blonde moaned down at him to which he answered with a moan of his own. He held onto his husband tightly with his nails dragging over his scalp then tugged sharply at his hair.

Earning himself a shudder from his husband with a low groan following after it. He rubbed himself up against the blonde with breaths beginning to race. Shallowing. Holding his husband close, close, close, hips moved to rub their crotches together where he swore he could feel his husband's dick twitch against him. Twitching frantically with that hard press down against him. It had his wetness soaking into his boxers annoyingly but God if he doesn't want this man. He couldn't deny that he wants him.

Needs him. If he doesn't want to lose himself in the heat with his husband that always makes it better. Always made him feel better when he had his bad days. Hizashi always seemed ready to love him and lift him up when he had days like these. It was something he tried his best to return in kind to the blonde who had bad days of his own. Rubbing together, he slid his hand from his husband's chest to claw at his back. Wanting him closer. Impossibly close. He huffed through his nose as the smack of their moving lips rang out.

The blanket rustling beneath him along with the quiet rustle of their clothing rubbing together. There was a heat sizzling itself through his veins that had him flushed. Hot, hot, hot. He was hot already over this man. Over his sweet words and the touch of his lips on his. He rubbed himself up against his husband giddily with hips. Pressing his foot into the bed to move along with his husband who moaned down at him. A guttural sound that had his back arching slightly when he shuddered with a shrill whimper leaving himself.

God, it felt good. That pressure on his crotch had his lashes fluttering on his uncomfortably hot cheeks. He shuddered with his back arching from the bed with a moan when fingers flicked over his nipples before coming together. Pinching together sharply at his nipples before tugging up which had him whimpering. Squirming at the heat bursting under his skin before sinking to claw along his damn bones. He was hot over a few hard kisses, sweet words, and he wouldn't have it any other damn way.

He didn't have this man for a week due to his period and he was damned if he said no to him tonight. If he denied himself this simplistic pleasure from his husband who was kissing him with such hunger it had his skin feverish. Had his heart thudding sickeningly against his chest with that desire clawing at him. The arousal twisting into his stomach with excitement to back it all up. A flurry of emotions in his chest that rivaled the wrongness he'd felt today. A welcomed relief from that sensation, he had to admit.

It had him squirming eagerly as his wetness soaked in his boxers causing them to cling to him lightly. Something that would only grow worse the wetter he got if he didn't get his clothing off soon. His husband kissed him hungrily, which he returned in kind. Dragging his nails down his husband's back only to curl them forward along his side. Digging his nails in deeply as he dragged them down to his waist. Loving the snapping growl it got him from his husband who then pulled back. Breaking off their kisses with a sharp smack.

Quiet save for the shaking breaths being taken by the both of them. His husband kissed over his cheek to the scars that overlapped beneath his blind right eye. Trailing up to kiss at his eyelid forcing him to close his eye then up where it stopped just beneath his eyebrow. And then his husband was kissing down his cheek to his jaw where soft fluttering kisses were placed along it. He tipped his head backwards when his husband nipped playfully at his jaw before sliding down to kiss at the fluttering pulse beneath his jaw.

Kisses placed down his throat to his collar bones where his husband nipped at him playfully. Sliding down to his chest where fingers tweaked his nipples gently as kisses were placed in a flurry over his fluttering chest. Lifting his head up, he swallowed when he met his husband's gaze. Green irises rendered to rings of color around the blown pupils of his husband desire. The hunger to that gaze. God, he looks beautiful with that blush smothering itself over his cheeks. The way his brows twitched together slightly with lashes fluttering.

All while his husband kissed over his chest softly with the intent of covering it in kisses it seemed. His nose buried in the black curls covering his chest with peck after peck being placed onto it when the blonde then began to move downwards. Moving backwards with knees sliding over the comforter rang out with a quiet rustle. His husband began to lower himself down towards his stomach where firm kisses were pressed to his stomach. Much harder than those soft kisses that had been littered over his chest.

These were hard kisses that had him melt into the bed at the flurry of kisses pressed over his stomach when fingers left his nipples. Hands sliding along his sides to get him squirming slightly when his husband slid down his stomach to his navel. Down to the dusting of hair beneath his navel as his husband began to kiss his way down it towards the waistband of his pants. He watched with rapt fascination as his clit throbbed lightly with the blood flow to it. How wet he had become in mere minutes would never fail to leave him in awe.

He watched his husband kissing down his happy trail where teeth then nipped at his waistband. Pulling it away then letting it flip into place as hands slid down to caress his waist. Fingers trailing along the top of his pajama bottoms. Eyes staring up at him patiently when he then nodded. God, he was eager for this. Eager, eager, eager. He spread his legs apart then lifted his hips up allowing his husband to reach into the waistband of his pants and boxers then tugging them down. Down from his hips to his thighs quickly.

There they flew off the stump of his right leg while his husband made quick work getting his pants and boxers down his left leg. His clothing was balled up then tossed away when his left foot was freed when his husband crawled back up between his thighs. Kissing at his happy trail when hands slid along his inner thighs gently when his husband came up to kiss at his tattooed hip. Nipping playfully at the ending letter of his name before biting at him. Hands caressed his inner thighs as his breaths hitched.

Blonde lashes fluttered with glasses slipping down his husband's nose. It had his heart racing in his chest as his husband then moved down to kiss at his happy trail right above his pelvis. Moving down it where his husband squeezed at his inner thighs in a comforting move. It was meant to be comforting he was sure of that but it had tingles pooling into his stomach. Fanning beneath his skin. His breath hitched when his husband moved down his pelvis to kiss his mound firmly which had excitement twisting into his chest.

Black curls wiry, chaotic, as they glowed against his husband's cheeks as he watched with awe as his husband kissed at him. His husband's lips pressed to his mound a third time then with blonde lashes fluttering as eyes looked up at him once more. Asking silently for that permission that he'd long since given him. He wanted Hizashi to love him. He wants him to show how much he wants him. And he nodded again with a spark of eagerness flickering in his chest when he felt that heat flashing under his skin.

A slow, burning magma sinking along his bones when Hizashi kissed at his mound softly before trailing his lips down to his labia. And lips fluttered over him in pecking kisses along his labia with the warmth of his breaths fanning over him when he squeezed his thighs together slightly. Tilting his head back onto the bed, the blonde locks tickling his thighs along with that silly little mustache of his. Those kisses quickly became firmer when his husband then used the tip of his tongue to trace the seam of his labia.

It had him squirming with his toes curling as pain jolted down to his chin from the hard dig of his teeth when his husband flicked playfully at his labia. Then his husband began to suckle at his labia. The hand on his outer thigh kneading comfortingly at him when the blonde continued to gently suckle at him. He squirmed when he felt that blood gush to his clit when the blonde nibbled at him. Oh, the heat of his husband's mouth was nice. Unbelievably nice as his back arched from the bed with a squirm.

A shallow huff leaving him when his husband suckled firmer. Pulling his labia into his mouth while his clit began to swell from that arousal sinking its claws into him. The heat clawing lazily beneath the surface of his skin when his husband popped off of his labia to then lap his tongue over him up to his mouth. Wet, wet, wet. He was only damp when his husband pulled his pants off. God if it didn't have his heart thudding when the blonde squeezed at his inner thigh. Fingers digging in as he kneaded gently at him.

Then Hizashi dipped his head down and parted his labia with his tongue. Lapping at him with that long lick that had goosebumps breaking over his skin when his teeth dragged over his lip. His mouth dropping open on a gasp as he reached down to twist his fingers into blonde locks. Clutching at them like an anchor as his husband then parted his labia with another of those long licks through the folds of skin. A sensation that had his hips arching up against the blonde's mouth who leaned to lap at his entrance.

Undulating his tongue to rub the ball of his piercing against it sending sparks racing up his back. Pleasure sparking before pooling into his stomach when the blonde lapped at him Giving another undulation of his tongue rubbing against his entrance. A low groan leaving the blonde when he shuddered as that tongue lapped up to his hardening clit. Swelling with the blood rushing to it, his thighs jolted at the rub of that tongue over it. A spark racing up his back when his husband dipped his head back down.

Lapping at his entrance then making his way back up to his clit where that piercing was rubbed over it. Another jolt ran through him as he hissed in a breath only for it to fly out on a whimper. The gentle kneading of his thigh when his husband let out another of those low groans. Vibrating over him deliciously when his clit throbbed lightly when he arched his hips up. Trying to do his best to spread his thighs wider as his husband lapped at him like he was something sweet. And God, if it didn't have his back arching from the bed.

Each lap like he was something good he had to get every last bit of. Long, slow licks through his folds that had his thighs trembling lightly as his head pressed back into the pillow. And then his husband's mouth was covering the entrance of his vagina. Suckling softly at him with his tongue undulating to rub the middle of it against him. His piercing grinding into him had him moaning down at the blonde encouragingly as he sucked at him. A suction that had his thighs shaking gently. Ohhh, it was good.

He hadn't had his husband go down on him in sometime given he'd just gotten off his period, but he missed this. Missed having his husband's mouth on him like that. It had him squirming when his husband lifted his mouth from his entrance to lick at him. His tongue lapping at him like he was or the cheeky flicks of those piercings over his clit. Against his entrance. His breaths raced quietly when he slid his other hand into blonde locks to clutch at them when Hizashi continued lapping at him insistently.

Then he dug his heel into the middle of his back. Oh, he was getting hot. Hot, hot, hot with that heat sizzling through his veins while his cheeks burned with the rush of a blush burning there. Twitching when his husband hummed into him with vibrations that had his lashes fluttering on his cheeks. He'd been dysphoric all day; so uncertain about himself but here his husband was. Tucked between his trembling thighs while his tongue lapped at him like he was a sweet treat. Like he needed to lap every drop away.

God, the firm strokes of that tongue from his entrance through the folds of skin up to his clit were burning him. Hot. He huffed out as his head rolled over the pillow with his husband groaning into him when his hand slid along his trembling thigh. Lapping at him like he was cream. Or like he was a damn ice cream cone. Like his husband had been dying for this chance to bury himself in between his thighs. As if he had been merely waiting for the chance to love him like this. To lap him away as he squirmed.

It had him whimpering again at the thought as his back arched when the blonde's hand slid from his thigh up to his tattooed hip. Squeezing at him when the blonde lapped at him up to his clit where the middle of his tongue rubbed against him. His piercing sliding over his clit again, again, again sending jolts up his back to get it arching from the bed. His racing breaths hitching when a moan spilled out of him deafeningly with his hands tightening in his hair. Not quite pushing his husband against him.

Not yet.

He squirmed when the blonde rubbed the middle of his tongue against his clit again, again, again with his piercing flicking at him delightful. His mouth was so fucking hot on him that it had his stomach pooling with the pleasure of his husband's actions already. He moaned out again when the blonde flicked the tip of his tongue at his clitoris. And then his husband was sucking his labia into his mouth again. An indirect suction on his clit that had him squirming. The blanket rustling beneath him with his twists and turns.

His hair rustling over the pillow was deafening in his ears when he pressed his head back into it. Whimpering as his husband suckled at his labia while his clit throbbed beneath his mouth. It was a tactic his husband always used on him when it came to teasing him. It had him whimpering at his husband again pleadingly when he tightened his grasp on blonde locks. All while his husband continued to pull his labia into his mouth. And then the blonde popped off with his tongue parting his labia to lick at him firmly.

The ball of his piercing rubbing over his throbbing clit. It had him arching his hips up shamelessly to rock against his husband's mouth with a moan leaving his husband when the hand on his inner thigh slid upwards. And then his husband gave another long lap over his folds before closing his mouth around his clit. And God, it had him moaning down at his husband with his hands tightening in his hair. His head pressing back to the pillow when he felt fingers sliding through his folds in a sliding caress through.

The pads of his fingers rubbing over his entrance but not pushing. Petting at him. It had his heart jumping in his throat wildly when he rocked his hips up against his husband's mouth with a moan leaving the blonde who petted at his entrance. He whimpered down at the blonde who suckled at his clitoris with a gentle pressure that had his thighs trembling. His teeth dragging over his lip again with his brows squeezing together. It had him boiling. Hot, hot, hot in his own skin as he clawed at his husband's scalp.

He missed this so fucking much. And feeling that mouth suckle at his clit had him shaking when the blonde continued to pet at his entrance slickly. How wet it all felt from his husband's saliva. His own wetness. It had him squirming slightly with his head rolling over the pillow once again. His husband continued to suckle his clit into his mouth when his tongue moved. Rolling it gently with the tip of his tongue, it had his lashes fluttering fiercely on his hot cheeks. Fingers slid up beneath his mouth through the wet folds of skin.

His teeth dragged over his lip when his mouth dropped open again on a moan as his husband continued petting at his entrance. His mouth sucking at his clit so fucking good with that growing pressure when the middle of his tongue rubbed against his clit. His piercing rubbing, rolling, over his clitoris as he shuddered with an arch to his back. Whimpering shrilly at his husband who moaned into him when he tugged sharply at the blonde locks. And he gave in. He hadn't wanted too yet but God, he couldn't stop himself.

Pushing at his husband's head giddily as the blonde crushed his mouth to his skin. Sucking firmly at him when a finger was then sinking into him; giving his inner walls something to clamp down around. It had him crying out at the pleasure it sent pooling into his stomach. His his husband pushed his finger deeply before curling to rub at his inner wall. Firm circles that had him moaning down at the blonde who continued suckling at his clitoris. Gently rolling and rubbing his tongue against it when his husband rubbed at him.

Ohhh, it was good. He wanted Hizashi so badly lately but today had dragged him down. Put him through hell. And yet here was his husband sucking at his clit and rolling his finger into his inner wall. All to make him feel good. All to make him feel better about his body. And it was working. He whimpered when his husband lifted his mouth from his clit with a gasp before lapping his tongue over him. Closing his mouth around his labia and clitoris together with sucks being given to it as his heart jumped in his throat.

Gasping as he clutched at blonde locks of hair desperately with his thighs trembling in their widespread position when his husband pulled his finger back then thrusted it. A sharp squelch ringing out from the natural wetness gathered there as he huffed when his husband began to thrust his finger into him with slow, even thrusts. It had his inner walls clamping down tightly around his husband's finger had a spark of satisfaction tearing through him. Shuddering, he arched his hips up as his husband popped off his spot.

Leaning in, he closed his mouth around his clit again. And much to his delight, his husband began to suck firmly at his clit to pull it into his mouth where the tip of that tongue began to trace the alphabet into his clit. A, B, C, D, E, F. It had him moaning down at his husband encouragingly with hands tightening in his hair. Shivering when his husband moaned into him. A vibration that had his thighs trembling as that finger began to speed up in its thrusts. Slipping in and out quickly with shallow thrusts to get him moaning.

Squirming when the pad of it rubbing against his inner wall with his head pressing back to the pillow. Huffing, shallow pants being taken by the both of them as his thighs twitched as if to spread themselves wider for the blonde buried between his shaking thighs. He squirmed giddily when his hips twitched to meet that thrusting finger but God if it didn't feel good to just lay here. Accepting the love and desire his husband was pouring over him. The blonde's tongue was moving quickly against his clit.

All while he kept up that beautiful suction that had his lashes fluttering on his cheeks. G, H, I, J, K, and L. Movements that had his lashes fluttering on his uncomfortably hot cheeks as he clutched Hizashi closer. Held his head against his crotch giddily with his finger thrusting quickly into him with a slick squelch punctuating each thrust. He shuddered with a keening moan spilling out of him as the blonde thrusted his finger into him. The slick slide of his finger pulling back, back, back then thrusting into him.

It was fucking amazing. The squelches were deafening in the quiet of their bedroom. M, N, O, P. God, it had him moaning down at his husband at the letters being traced into his throbbing clit as that finger thrusted into him quickly. It had him squirming with his back arching up from the bed with a huff flying out of him. Ohhh, fuck him. He hadn't had his husband's mouth on him in what felt like a lifetime. An eternity. His period always threw them off as he refused anything sexual given how messy everything was.

Plus, he refused to have his blood get in or on his husband in any capacity. Shuddering, he ground his hips up against the blonde's mouth with a keening whimper tearing out of him as his husband's tongue moved beautifully. Q, R, S, T. His thighs shook as his foot dug into Hizashi's back at the tingles racing up his back. The pleasure pooling into his stomach from the movements of his husband's skilled tongue. He clutched blonde locks to his fists. Holding his husband against him with an answering moan from his husband.

That finger thrusted into him quickly with the pad of it skimming carelessly over his inner wall. He moaned shamelessly at his husband who moaned back at him when he squirmed his hips slightly with that tongue lapping over his clit as it throbbed. Throbbing, throbbing, throbbing. His crotch was a damn dripping, throbbing mess, wasn't it? He wanted o question it but his husband seemed busy at the moment. A dedication to him that had his heart jumping in his throat when he yanked at those blonde locks.

That finger paused within him and he felt the touch of that middle finger against the rim of his entrance. His breaths hitching in excitedly when his husband began to wiggle his middle finger in with his ring finger. And God, it had him moaning at the stretch of those slender fingers inside of him when he felt a light bounce to the bed that had him lifting his head up. His husband was rutting, thrusting, against the mattress in between his frantic grinding. God, it was fucking hot knowing his husband was getting off to this.

His tongue moved against him fervently when he squirmed with a keening moan spilling out of him. U, V, W, X, Y and Z. Fuck. He whimpered pleadingly when he crushed his husband's head to his crotch as that tongue lapped at him before lifting up with a gasp. Licking at him like he was something he needed every last trace of. He shuddered with his hips grinding up against his husband's mouth. Those fingers rubbing soothing circles into his inner walls that clenched tightly around them. Squeezing for all their damn worth.

How fucking good they felt inside of him like this. What he'd give to have his erection inside of him but there'd be time for that later. Later, later, later. He squirmed with his hips bucking up against his husband's mouth desperately with a keening whimper leaving himself when his husband moaned into him. His hips moving to grind frantically against the bed. It had him moaning at the sight of it when his husband suckled at his clitoris fervently. Fingers pulling back slowly until the tips of them rested inside of him.

Then they were thrusting in with a slick squelch that had him shuddering. Had him whimpering at just how wet he was from this hat he swore he could feel it dripping down his ass. Or was that his husband's saliva? Was there so much wetness that he just didn't know what was what? He had not a clue but God if it didn't have him moaning at those long thrusts of his husband's fingers when his tongue slid then rubbed the middle of it to his clit. His piercing sliding over it was absolutely delightful. He can't get enough.

Oh, it had him moaning at the grind of that piercing into his clit as his thighs trembled with his toes curling. His thighs squeezed around his husband's head then rubbed against it which had his husband moaning deafeningly into him. He shuddered at the suction on his clitoris when his husband used the tip of his tongue again. Beginning trace out the alphabet all over again. And yet this time, much to his delight, his husband began using his quirk to begin buzzing. It had him crying out with his hips arching up.

Bucking in a thrust at the vibrations rocking over his clit. His damn pelvis. It was only the "first" setting of his buzz but God if it didn't feel good. He was always sensitive in the days getting off of his period and this time was no exception. He was four days clear of it but God if he still wasn't sensitive. Panting raggedly as his head pressed to the pillow, his thighs squirmed together fiercely on either side of his husband's head. Squeezing together fervently all the while the blonde buzzed away at him cheerfully.

Fingers thrusting into him quickly with long thrusts that had his eyes rolling back behind his tightly squeezed eyelids. Ohhhh, it was so fucking good. He huffed as his husband traced out his alphabet faster than the first time he'd done it. A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H. Quick movements that had his thighs squirming and rubbing against his husband's head with his hips bucking to grind up against his mouth. Shouting out as he yanked at blonde locks to shove his husband's face into his crotch. Keeping up that tight pinned press.

Something he knew his husband loves. Hizashi had never been afraid to tell him that he liked being suffocated into his skin. In fact, he'd once requested to push his face in harder when he was eating him out. He pushed on the back of his husband's head to keep him pinned in place. The slick squelch of his moving lips and buzzing was quiet sounds that had his back arching. His thighs shaking as they spread apart with gasps being taken. Oh, oh, he was burning up. The heat of his husband's mouth on him was almost too much.

It had him gasping with his hips rutting against his mouth desperately as his inner walls throbbed. Clenching around his husband's thrusting fingers when they curled inwards. They curled against him in that "come here" motion that threatened to have him drooling. He was twisting, squirming, incapable of holding himself still a moment longer when Hizashi pushed his fingers in deeper. Right up to the base of his fingers when he began to curl his fingers again. And God, he didn't know how he did it but his husband found it.

His G-spot was pressed against then rubbed over again, again, again tearing a wail out of him. Ohhhh, God help him it was fucking goood! So good! He threw his head back into the pillow at the slow circles rolled into his g-spot as his husband suckled at his throbbing clit. Tracing out that alphabet quickly. I, J, K, L, M, N, O, P. He panted raggedly as his husband paused his alphabet to rub his piercing over his throbbing clit when those fingers rolled firmly. Slowly. It had his eyes rolling back again with his thighs shaking.

Squirming together before they then threw themselves open shamelessly with hips thrusting up. His foot slid off of his husband's back as he gasped when he planted it to the bed. Then that buzzing cracked up a frequency to something harder. Faster. And God help him, it was too good, too good, to good. He gasped with his nail clawing over his husband's scalp with a shrill cry ripping out of him. Ohhh, this man was going to be the death of him. Twisting beneath his husband with half formed pleas leaving his lips.

Used with the huffs of air he had left made them faint. He was going to come whether he liked it or not. His back arched from the bed when he clawed at his husband's scalp again which had that buzzing wavering before choking off when his husband moaned deafeningly into him. God, it was so hot. He was burning hotter, hotter, hotter. He didn't know what to do with himself with that heat simmering through his veins. His husband was fucking amazing at this and it had him absolutely restless beneath him as he gasped.

"Zashi! Zashi, Zashi! Mmmm ! Nnnghnn , God! I ca- can't take it! Ah! Ah, ah! Shit! Ea- Eatin ' me out so goood ! I wan -want you to fuck me! I want you to-to make love to me! I wan -want you inside of me! Mmmm ! God! I love you! I love you so fu- fffffucking much! Hnnn ! Ke-Keep doin ' it like that! Like that! Mmmnnn! I'm gon-gonna cum! I- Nnn! Fuck, if-if you keep doin' it like that, I'm gonna- Ah! Ohhhh , God, Zashi! Yes, yes, yes! Haah! Ma-Make me cum! I want yo -you so bad! God, fuck yes!"

The sound of his own voice sounding out in that shameless, moaned cry had him squirming. Had his breaths racing when his husband moaned into him encouragingly with his tongue prodding at his clit with that piercing rubbing over it wickedly before his husband began that quick alphabet again. Q, R, S, T, U, V. Wicked movements of his tongue that had his lashes fluttering on his cheeks when he moaned down at his husband. A deafening burst of sound that had him thankful their room was sound proofed.

It had him squirming wildly when his husband began to buzz again. That hard, fast buzzing that had been going before his moan had stopped it. And God if it didn't have him squirming. Writhing. He was burning, burning, burning. He didn't know how he didn't burst into flames right then and there. He didn't know how the hell he had lasted so long under this treatment as his husband's mouth tormented him but God if it wasn't coming to an end shortly. He clung onto the lock of hair he had wrapped around his fingers

his pant crested upwards. Oh, oh, he was so close. He could feel the fluttering in his stomach of an oncoming orgasm twisting into a hot spark in his stomach as his clit throbbed viciously. That tongue tracing out the alphabet as fast as it possibly could into him while fingers rolled tight, fast circles into his g-spot. Sending wave after wave of heat through him. Pleasure pooling unbearably into his stomach. Ohhhh, it was so good! So good, so good! Fuck, when was the last time Hizashi ate him out like this?

When was the last time he felt that mouth on him with such hunger? As if he were desperate just to taste him? When was the last time his husband fucked him with his fingers like this so good it had him twisting and squirming? Before his period this month? Or another time? He had not a clue but God if it didn't have him huffing. If it didn't have him writhing as the blonde tore him apart with that tongue flicking at his clitoris. Sucking it into his mouth firmly with the wet squelch of his mouth on him ringing out.

There was something so fucking amazing about having his husband eat him out with such hunger. About having him eat him out like this; as if there was something to prove. And he supposed this time there was something to prove this time round. God, what he'd give to have this man's mouth on him again with this hunger. This desire. It had him writhing when his husband flicked playfully at his clitoris again. Rubbing the tip of it firmly over it as fingers rolled their firm circles into his g-spot much to his delight.

Fuck, the heat of his husband's mouth on his clitoris was everything. The feeling of his fingers stuffed full inside of him as he rolled those tight circles into him? It was so good. It damn near had him tearing up as his husband prodded at his clitoris insistently before wrapping up that beautiful alphabet. W, X, Y, and Z. Sharp movements of his tongue that had his thighs shaking wildly with his foot digging into the bed. And once that alphabet was over, his husband began to suck at his clit fervently in time with his hard buzzing.

Fingers rolling their tight circles into his g-spot and God help him he can't hold it off a second more. A moment longer. He was howling as he threw his head back into the pillow as he shoved his husband's face to his throbbing crotch. Sucking at his clit, that tingling rushed up his thighs only to explode into his stomach. His orgasm was intense; inner walls throbbing fiercely around his husband's fingers that continued rubbing, rubbing, rubbing. He swore his whole damn crotch throbbed with the force of that orgasm.

It slammed over him with white-hot waves that lapped at him with his howl cutting off into a croak. A choking sound spilling out of him as his back arched up from the bed. His eyes rolling back fiercely on him as his husband suckled at him slower. Gentler. His clit throbbing viciously in time with his inner walls when he mewled in that choked tone at his husband. Too much, too much, too much. Not enough, not enough, not enough. And yet as he came the blonde hummed softer around him with fingers petting gently.

Milking him through it with fingers pulling away from his g-spot before slipping out of him where his inner walls clamped together viciously. He was choking, choking, choking. Drowning, drowning, drowning. Burning. It was so fucking good when he felt his husband's mouth sucking gently at him when he whimpered. And God, as fast lived as his orgasm was, it was rushing out of him leaving him shaking. Raking its nails under his skin as it twisted viciously through him with the intent of driving him insane.

Too good, too good, too good. So, fucking good. It was by far the best orgasm he'd had since his period had put a stop to their sex life. The heat raked out of him when he shuddered as he slumped back to the bed with hips grinding weakly against his husband's mouth. Damn near mewling when his husband pulled his mouth off of him, he felt the bed dipping as the blonde crawled up and he forced his heavy lashes up. His eyes to focus on the blonde above him who had lines of drool running down his chin.

A hunger to his gaze when puffy lips parted silently with that gaze blazing down at him. And it wasn't fair. He knew it wasn't fair he was the only one that had come. His husband had dedicated time to him just now to make him feel good. He'd gone above and beyond to show him how much he wanted him. He was weak from the rush of his orgasm, but God knows he was determined now more than ever to return the favor. After all, how could he not? He wants nothing more than to touch his husband.

He wants nothing more than to show that, despite how wrong he felt today, that he felt right about him. About making love with his husband. About touching him. Just because he didn't feel right didn't mean that he didn't want this man. And the blonde had eaten him out with such fervor it left little to mind just how much Hizashi wants him. He'd done it with such joy that he had not a doubt that the blonde wants him. It was embarrassing, he ever doubted it, but when he was shrouded in that wrongness could he be blamed?

How could he be sure of anything? How could he be sure that his husband wasn't tired of him having a vagina? He'd talked with his doctors about a phalloplasty which was in the works but that could take months. But in the here and now, his husband had just gone above and beyond to touch him. To love him like this. And he wants nothing more than to return that favor. If his husband could make him come that hard then what would stop him from returning it? What was stopping him from making Hizashi feel good?

If he had these doubts, then could he clear anything lingering in Hizashi? The blonde may not suffer from gender or body dysphoria as far as he knew but the least, he could do was to make his husband feel good. The least he could do was touch him the way his hands were itching to touch him. Even if it was to just jerk him off, he was more than determined to get the blonde inside of him tonight at least once before they went to bed. And if this started off with eating him out, with jerking him off, then he'd do it.

He wants so badly to touch his husband. He wants so badly to assure him that the pleasure, the attraction, still went both ways. Just because he was having a bad day didn't mean he wanted him any less. Swallowing down a whimper crawling up his throat, he lifted his twitching hands from the blonde locks. Then he reached down weakly with shaking fingers to untie the strings of his husband's joggers. Tugging the string apart, he swallowed when he then curled his fingers into the waistbands of his boxers and pants.

And he took a shaking breath when he then shoved his husband's pants down from his hips to the tops of his thighs. The blonde jumped in surprise when he shoved his pants down, naturally. He then shifted before pushing at his husband who sat back on his heels, and he sat up. His head swimming wildly causing him to sway slightly when he sat up with legs spread wide. His husband staring at him with that sparkle of curiosity when he slid his hands along his husband's waist. Up his sides where he coaxed that tank top up.

Mindful of his husband's ears gently to keep from snagging his hearing aids when he then got it over his head. Tossing it off the side of the bed where he let his gaze roam over the blonde's chest where blonde curls covering his chest. The way his nipples stood to attention with the studs catching the low lighting of their bedroom. The gem of his husband's recent navel piercing winking at him. The soft smatterings of freckles on his skin that begged for kisses. Kisses he was desperate to place on his husband.

Letting his gaze wander from that beautiful piercing along his husband's happy trail down where it thickened into neatly groomed blonde hairs. Letting his gaze drop down to Hizashi's erection. He could feel that cliché watering of his mouth when he stared down at his husband's erection resting against his stomach. All six studs winked at him cheekily with the head flushed a soft red from the friction no doubt. Drops of pre-come glistening along the slit when he reached out to curl his fingers around his erection.

It throbbed beneath his fingers when he squeezed at his husband who groaned breathlessly at him. His chest fluttering with heaving pants being taken when he leaned forward towards the blonde. Leaning up, he pressed his tongue to his chin then lapped up that line of drool there to his lips. Lapping his tongue across them, he could taste himself on his lips. Musty. Salty. A trace of vanilla. He stroked his husband curiously when he then flicked his tongue at his lips. A silent question that had his husband groaning at him.

And he swore they never parted faster for him when a hand was twisting up into his hair to pull him closer. He dipped his tongue into Hizashi's mouth giddily with that tongue meeting him as lips crushed together. He shuddered at the taste of himself on the blonde's tongue. Squeezing at the erection he held in his hand, he began to stroke the blonde's. Throbbing in his grasp erratically with pre-come dribbling over his fingers. He slid his hand quickly over his erection with his palm brushing over the blonde's piercings.

Sliding his tongue against his husband's, he prodded at that piercing giddily that had been driving him crazy seconds ago. Sliding his tongue against Hizashi's, he swirled the tip of his tongue around the metal ball of that piercing. His husband moaned into his mouth when he stroked his husband quickly with his hand twisting near the head. Dragging his palm over his piercings had the blonde moaning as he stroked from the head to base. He wants him to feel good. He wants nothing more than to make his husband come.

Even if he didn't go down on him this time there would be time for it later. That much he knew. And he swept his hand from the base up to the head in bold strokes that had his husband squirming when his hips thrusted them. A thrust into his hand that was repeated by another. Then another. It didn't take much for his husband to figure out his stroking rhythm before he was thrusting in time with his sliding hand. His tongue twisted and rubbed against his shamelessly when he swallowed with that taste spreading over his tongue.

The taste of himself was overpowering on his husband's lips and tongue but God if he couldn't think around it. If he can't deal with it. He was just grateful that he hadn't, somehow, squirted tonight. He didn't do it often, but it was unpredictable, that much he knew. And he couldn't help but be thankful tonight wasn't one of those nights. He pressed his lips fervently to his husband's as he brushed his palm over those piercings. God, they drove him insane. There was nothing he wants more than to make this man feel good.

Especially after he had just spent minutes getting off. Hizashi deserved a reward for his good work on getting him off even if he felt jittery in its absence. Even if he wanted to lay down and cuddle for, he felt weak from his orgasm, but he pushed through. He wanted nothing more than to touch his husband. To make him feel good. To somehow make him come as hard as he'd made him come. He wants the blonde to feel it too. To know how much he loves him, how much he adores him, and how much he wants him.

How it kept him up most nights. How, despite his dysphoria, his love for the blonde was the one thing that he was certain about. He wanted the blonde to feel that somehow. Sliding his tongue against Hizashi's, he toyed with that piercing of his that he adored. God, it was a beautiful thing that he was so grateful he'd gotten done. That he'd chosen to get done after his braces were off. Massaging his tongue to his husband's, he stroked the blonde quickly as he possible could. Doing his best to stroke the blonde evenly.

Especially when he could feel his husband thrusting into his hand. Throbbing, throbbing, throbbing. He was so hard in his hand he wondered what the blonde planned to do. What was he going to do about this given they didn't come at the same time this time. He wanted to know if Hizashi was going to suggest sex. Or if he was going to be the gentleman he was and start the shower for them and then take care of himself in here while he stood in the shower. He wants to know what he is about to say.

But it didn't matter, did it? He'd taken control for once and his husband certainly wasn't complaining. Wasn't complaining at all. He knew if his husband wanted desperately to say something then he would. Stroking his husband quickly, he tightened his grasp around the throbbing shaft in his grasp with a groan spilling out of the both of them in unison. His labia felt a bit puffy but God the spasm of his inner walls told him he wanted more. More, more, more. He wants this man buried inside of him to the hilt.

Wants the strength of those hips hitting him as he was pinned down to the bed with his thighs crushed to his chest. He wants to be pinned in his husband's lap as hands held his hips and bounced him on his erection. To be trapped while he dug his knees into the bed to move with the rhythm set. He wants to twist himself up with his husband and make love so sweetly it brought him to the tears. To release the strange tears had been hovering today insufferably due to his dysphoria. He wasn't a crier.

He didn't cry easily but today? God, today he'd been driven to nearly tears so many times it was ridiculous. But tonight, he wants his husband to fuck him into the bed. He wants him to make love to him so sweetly it brought him to those tears that had been hovering today. Stroking his husband fast, fast, fast, he tightened his grasp on the throbbing erection in his grasp. What would it be like if he had one of these? When he got his bottom surgery? Would Hizashi still want him just as badly? Would he still be this insatiable?

Would he be incapable of keeping his hands off of him as he was with him? He groaned at the thought as he rubbed his tongue to Hizashi's who undulated his tongue up to rub that bottom ball of his piercing across the top of his tongue. God, he loves it when he does that. Rubbing his tongue up against Hizashi's as it slid against his, the blonde massaged his tongue to his. A moan spilling out of the man as he stroked with his palm tugging at the skin surrounding his piercings. Deliberate, gentle tugs to get the blonde moaning.

It was something that had hips jumping to thrust into his hand. Moaning shamelessly into their kiss when he broke back from it with a gasp. Strands of saliva connecting their tongues that broke off and trailed down his chin. He then ducked his head down towards his husband's throat where he bit down on a random spot. Not looking. Not caring. Digging his teeth into the spot, he began to suck the skin firmly into his mouth with his husband shouting out then with his head falling back. Just a few more.

He promised just a few hickeys was all he wanted to leave behind for his husband. He stroked him fast as he possibly could with his fingers squeezing that throbbing shaft tightly. It wouldn't take much. He knew it wouldn't take his husband much. He suckled at his spot firmly while he stroked his husband in sweeping caresses from head to base. Squeezing firmly at the throbbing shaft in his hand to get the blonde squirming between his legs. Thrusting into his hand desperately with pre-come dribbling over his fingers.

Beneath them when he failed to swipe them away on his upwards strokes. Sliding his hand up, he squeezed at the blonde before rolling his thumb over the head of his erection. Smearing away drops of pre-come welling along the slit with his lazy circles. Then he ground the side of his thumb gently into the slit tearing another cry from his husband who bucked in a frenzy into his hand as he slid his thumb along the slit. Swirling his thumb outwards along the swollen head, he slid his hand back down towards the base.

His fingers squeezing firmly at his husband. Brushing his palm purposefully over those piercings with lazy twists up near the head. The blonde was a moaning mess that squirmed and twisted against him with an arm curling around his waist to hold him closer. Close, close, close as he whined at the heat he felt radiating off of his husband as he suckled at his spot before popping off. He then leaned up just below the blonde's jaw where he bit down and began suckling fervently at his new spot. Digging his teeth in as deeply as he dared.

Sucking harshly at his spot while Hizashi moaned at him in such a pitch it had his inner walls throbbing together. Spasming together at the shot of heat it sent through him. God, he loves hearing his husband be so shameless. Groaning at him in that low pitch that rumbled beautifully in his throat as he suckled at him. He stroked his husband with a sense of giddiness when the blonde began thrusting faster to match his strokes. Thrusting shamelessly into his hand with huffing pants being taken by the both of them.

God, as much as he wants sex he also wants to lay down. To cuddle. To merely exist skin to skin together. He didn't know which he wanted more but he was sure if he brought it up to Hizashi then the blonde would tell him, wouldn't he? He'd tell him? The blonde moaned urgently at him with thighs shaking from what he could feel when he lifted his mouth from his spot to then target the other side of his husband's throat. Biting down and sucking harshly at that new spot his husband was crying out deafeningly.

A burst of volume that carried the slurred shout of his name mingled with a line of English from his husband. He didn't understand it but God if it didn't have his skin flaring with heat at the sound of it. If it didn't have his heart skipping in his chest as he stroked his husband fast, fast, fast with hips snapping forward to thrust into his hand just as fast. Meeting his stroking hand beautifully when the blonde was then squirming with his back arching. Gasping in his breaths raggedly with his hands clutching at his thighs then.

As if he needed something to hold onto. God, does he love him. He loves nothing more than to get him off. There was nothing he wanted to do more than that. And then his husband was stiffening up. Without a warning, he jumped at the first hot spurt to land on his stomach. And then another. His husband moaned lowly in his throat with such relief as his hips bucked as if to aid the spurts splattering onto his stomach. Rocking into his hand with nails biting into his thighs fiercely. Digging in as if he had to hold onto him.

Line after line. Rope after rope of come landing on his stomach but he didn't mind it. Not when his husband was babbling in English with a slurred moan of his name dropping out of him. Shouta, Shouta, Shouta. It had his blood burning when he suckled at his spot firmly with the blonde coming, coming, coming. He was more than happy to get the man off. He was more than happy about it. And as he held onto the blonde's erection in his hand, it damn near pulsed with each line of come leaving him.

And it was fucking hot. Both physically and metaphorically. He stroked his husband slower in time with his desperate thrusts with his name dripping out of the blonde shamelessly. It had him shuddering when the blonde thrusted weakly into his hand with spurts leaving his husband. There was something so fucking hot about hearing his name being moaned in that slurred pitch of his husband. It was by far his favorite fucking thing when it came to his husband orgasming. A few more weak thrusts were given by the blonde.

Hips grinding against his hand with a shudder racing over the man. And then he was slumping back onto his heels when he released his spot on his throat with a pop when his husband raised his head up. He admired the red spots he left behind on his husband's throat when he released his tight grasp on that twitching erection that was already beginning to soften. The blonde let out a shuddering breath when he then got an idea. A simple idea but one, nonetheless. It was something he knew would get his husband off again.

Something that he had done in the past. Reaching down, he ran his fingers to gather the blonde's come up on his fingers the best he could. And green eyes watched him with a flare of heat when he then held his fingers up to the blonde who leaned forward quickly when it began to drip off his fingers. Covering his fingers with his mouth, he shuddered at the suction, the swallow, as that tongue prodded his fingers apart gently. Twisting, lapping, licking at his fingers with his harsh sucks being given.

Lapping at his fingers like he had held out a sweat treat rather than come. The blonde lapped at his fingers before pushing his tongue between his fingers with his tongue wrapping around them the way he moved his tongue around the blonde's erection. Something that sent shivers up his back when lashes fluttered up with green eyes burning at him. He then pulled his hand back with his fingers slipping out of his husband's mouth when he slid his slick fingers over that glistening bottom lip briefly.

Shining with saliva, strands connected to his husband's lips, the blonde then lunged. He yelped as he was thrown onto his back then rolled onto his side with his husband's arms wrapped tightly around him. His face buried into his throat with kisses being placed over it with hands sliding along his back. Holding him close as he blinked before he laughed breathlessly as he kissed the top of his husband's head. Curling his arms around him awkwardly to hold him tightly to his chest as he kissed at those silky locks.

Hair that carried the citrusy scent of his soaps and his sandalwood cologne. Nuzzling his face into blonde locks, he rubbed his cheek to the top of his husband's head with the adoration sweeping into his chest when he felt Hizashi nuzzling his throat. Giggles spilling out of his husband when he then tipped his head back with lips crawling up to his jaw. And reaching up to gently pinch his glasses to take them off, he covered that red face in kisses. Covering those freckles in the adoring kisses they deserve.

Kissing at his husband's face with lips pecking at his own much to his delight. One, two, three pecks of lips coming down on his much to his delight. Lips and noses nuzzling to cheeks when his husband coaxed his head to tip down where he got forehead kisses. He kissed at his husband's face and forehead adoringly with arms tightening around him. Hands trailing over his back idly with lips pecking at cheeks. Noses. The arches of eyebrows, scars running over his eyelid, jaws. Foreheads. Chins.

He found himself damn near giggling himself when Hizashi finally nuzzled their noses together gently which he returned happily. And then he pulled back from his husband with a smile curling over his lips when a hand lifted from his back to come up and cup his cheek. A thumb running over his cheekbone when the blonde beamed at him. A softness to his smile that spread to his eyes as that thumb slid in another caress along his cheekbone gently with lips then kissing the tip of his nose.

There was an adoration, a love , to that gaze that was melting him to his core as he smiled at his husband. A soft smile but one nonetheless when his husband pressed his palm firmly to his cheek. He adored the touch of that soft hand to his when he took a shaking breath that then sighed out of him. Their racing breaths mingling together with those green eyes glowing at him with such adoration it had him melting. A love that was undeniable in that gaze as he nuzzled his cheek to the blonde's palm.

"The-There's my boy!" He felt a fresh wave of heat rush up to his cheeks when his husband giggled before tipping his head forehead against his own when the hand on his cheek squished gently with that thumb sliding over his cheekbone. Racing breaths being taken in their small space when his husband slid his other hand along his back gently. "Di-Did I prove it to you, baby? Can yo-you imagine how beautiful I find you? Ho-How much I want you?"

"Yo-You proved it! I'm so-sorry I didn't come to you so-sooner, love." Quiet. Hushed. He hated how quiet he sounded when he then slid his hand along his husband's back before lifting his hand up to smooth it over blonde locks gently with his husband humming softly at him. He stroked those silky soft blonde locks when he fought down a yawn. A knot of emotion in his throat. "I wa-wanted too but I just- I di-didn't know how to say thi-this, you know? How to-to explain it?"

"The-There's nothing we ca-can't work out together, Shouta. If m-mmmy husband needs me to pro-prove how much I want him I'd gl-gladly do it!" That arm tightened around him when his husband slid his palm in a gentle rub against his hot cheek when his forehead nuzzled itself to his. "My swe-sweet boy, you will al-always be man enough for me. You wi-will always be a man to me. My sexy, be-beautiful, gorgeous, stunning Shouta wi-will always be man enough for me."

God. That put a knot in his throat when he curled into his husband's hold. Cuddling into it with their sweaty foreheads sliding together slickly with arms tightening around him. He swallowed around that knot of emotion in his throat the best he could when he then cleared his throat gently. God, he loves this man. "I lov-love you so much, Zashi, you know that? Yo-You're just as be-beautiful. Gor-Gorgeous and stunning too! It rea-really means somethin' coming fr-from you!"

"Then I'll sa-say it 'til you're sick of it!" His husband cuddled into him with that arm around him squeezing him tightly to the blonde who pulled back from him. Green eyes warmer than anything as they filled with that adoration. Staring at him like he was something truly precious. Something his husband adored with his whole heart. Someone worthy of that love. "You are per-perfect! You are the be-best man I know and you're th-the one I want! You are man en-enough for me, baby. Yo-You're stunning."

Licking his lips, he smiled softly at his husband who had that smitten expression on his face with that palm rubbing his cheek again. The quiet sound of it rubbing against the stubble of his cheeks was deafening in the quiet when he then tilted his head slightly to press into that hand. "Th-Then I guess if I'm m-mmman enough for you then I mu-must be man enough in general, huh? I go-gotta thank you, love, fo-for taking the time to lo-love me like you do."

"Any time, baby! So, lo-long as I'm around I wi-will always be here to sh-show you how manly you are! How good yo-you are to me. Just te-tell me next time when you're fe-feeling like this, yeah? I was wo-worried about you when you wouldn't come out for dinner." The blonde's hand then dropped from his cheek to wrap that arm around his waist as he was held close. Lips kissing at his overlapping scars on his cheekbone. "Ta-Talk to me next time, okay?"

The feeling of his husband cuddling into him had him melting. Had him cuddling back without thinking twice about it as he kissed at that freckled cheek gently with his husband's glasses resting on the pillow behind then when he slid his hand over the blonde's hair. This man was everything to him. That much was more than clear as he nuzzled his nose and lips into his cheek briefly before smiling at the blonde. "I wi-will, love. I pr-promise next time I have an episode I'll tell you."

"Good! Th-That's all I ask of you, baby!" The blonde then kissed at his cheek again before he was rolling over dragging him on top of him with the blonde grinning at him with a burst of energy. Hands sliding over his back when there was a sparkle of playfulness to those green eyes when his husband slid his hands along his back. "Now I dunno about you but only one of us is naked at the moment and I do-don't think that's very fair, is it?"

"Wanna co-come rinse off with me then? Then we can both be naked." He loved the grin that curled over his husband's lips when he then chuckled at the blonde before leaning down. Covering those grinning lips with his own smiling one in a kiss that burst with that sweetness. It had him utterly breathless as they slid once, twice against his before they broke away with a smack. "Let's go shower, love. I wa-want to make sure you und-understand how much I love you."

"And I st-still need to show you all the ways that I lo-love you and find you manly." A shiver ran down his back at that playful growl that was a shot straight to his stomach when he bit at his grinning bottom lip when his husband's spread wider with hands sweeping down his back to slid over his ass. A rub over it that then turned into a cupped hold that had their hips press together tightly. "Wa-Want me to show you, baby? I don't mi-mind that at all if I have to prove it once! Or twice!"

"Twice? My, my, so-someone's eager tonight, aren't they?" The blonde merely smirked up at him when he leaned down to nuzzle his nose to Hizashi's as arms tightened around him when hands squeezed at his ass. Sliding over it to rest against his lower back where they then slid up his back. Up and down, up and down, up and down. Gentle. It had him melting into Hizashi's chest when he pulled back. "I thi-think I can live with that. Show me, lo-love?"

"Gladly, baby."