The Darkest Fifty Shades of EraserMic (Shades of EraserMic 3)

by CrypticBeans

And here it is! The final fifty chapters of nothing but smut! Enjoy!

1. In The Zone

And here it is! The third installment fic of this series! With FF going down the way it did, I highly suggest you all look for me on Wattpad or Ao3! Just so you don't get deprived of any favorite fics of mine! It just makes it easier! But here is the first chapter! Forty nine to go! I hope that you all enjoy it going forward! Until we meet again ❤️

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Time always flew by. It was never still, never stopping, ever ruthless. Relentless. The march of time continued on regardless of how a singular person felt about it. That was one of the first lessons Shouta had learned in his thirty-two years of life on this planet. Time was a ruthless in its march forward leaving him to struggle along with it. To run along to keep up with it. The morning after the final choice of their list, he'd sworn he could hardly breathe around the lump in his throat knowing that their challenge was officially over.

Even Hizashi had seemed saddened by it when they stood outside watching the piece of paper crumble up into ashes before covering their fire pit to smother out the flames. He'd felt unbelievably sad that not only was their challenge over, but seven months of their lives had been filled with needless struggles taken on by themselves. Time, he found, often worked on their side. Their summer had flown by in a blur of memories; in beach and lake adventures with Eri's hand in his. With Hizashi scooping her up into his arms.

Their son's birthday with the boy proudly flaunting his new status as a year older whenever he could. So much time spent under the sun that he'd found he'd been lightly tanned by the sun. And for whatever reason, it had his husband insatiable. It had his clothes flying off the second they had a moment alone where the blonde would croon and kiss at his tan lines. Unfairly turned on by them for some ungodly reason but he was hardly one to complain. Time had given him the chance to grow accustomed to his missing leg.

For his family to grow accustomed to it. He was more than happy to have spent his summer under the sun with his daughter and son. Laid out on a blanket with Hizashi next to him as the blonde gained and maintained his glowing tan that always darkened the soft smatterings of freckles on his skin. Summer had felt like an eternity. An endless moment in time that stretched on and on for them. Like it was never ending. It gave him a sneak peak of what retirement would be like if they decided to throw in the towels as teachers.

It was unbelievably nice to spend time under the sun with his husband. With their family where he got to watch the blonde shriek when seaweed touched his foot. Or when he would chase Eri through the waves much to the seven-year-olds delight as she shrieked and squealed. To watch the two of them create sandcastle after sandcastle together. How Eri collected hermit crabs much to his husband's dismay. A summer worth of memories where his husband grew accustomed to his missing leg. His missing eye.

Until there was no more of that pity given when he showed that he could keep up. Afternoons spent shopping where Eri got an arsenal of new dresses for her school year. Afternoons in their backyard laid out on the swing with his husband twisted up with him. Swaying together as the night came with its end of shrieking cicadas being replaced ever so slightly by the chirping crickets in the grass. Summer felt like an eternity. A year's length of memories. Days spent sleeping in, swimming, or staying homebound.

Nights to try and get his fill of his husband where he was given that old freedom in the bedroom. Where his husband didn't worry over his stump aching when he rode him. Summer had been an eternity he'd wanted to stay in, but time quickly marched onwards to August where his husband had gotten his final three piercings for his Jacob's ladder done with an additional piercing. He couldn't deny he'd been mesmerized when his husband walked on wobbly legs only to flash a belly button ring at him with pride.

He'd thought about it in the past, but he'd been left awed at the blonde's jewelry nestled in his belly bottom. An adorable star charm that he couldn't stop gawking at as the blonde paid and tipped the piercer. From there they spent the rest of their summer with cuddles and aftercare for his husband's ladder. Icing, washing periodically, and keeping an eye on the jewelry together. August was lost to this routine with his husband seeming all too delighted when he was standing before the mirror after his showers.

Holding himself up to stare at the six studs glittering at him now with a look of such delight it left him smiling. And before he knew it, they were back to work for the new school year. The final year with graduations on the horizon for his class. Time was marching forward whether he liked it or not, but he'd been content. Last year had taught him how to be patient. How to speak up when he needed something from his husband. And with the experience of his husband's first three piercings, he had more knowledge on how to speak up.

How to touch his husband. And in those first two months, as they waited for the greenlight, he indulged in letting the blonde touch him. In finding those spots to get him squirming. Gasping. Twisting together with both longing to touch. To fondle but couldn't. Wanting so badly to touch but reminding the other they couldn't. Rutting, twisting, and squirming together for weeks dying to touch one another. Trying so desperately to lose their time in other things which, for once, seemed to work in their favor.

And before he knew it, they were flying into September. Time marching onwards leaving him in shock at how fast time was flying for them. He'd been left in awe at how fast time was flowing for them, but the blonde merely seemed all too content. When they broke out scarves and sweaters in late September and early October, he'd been delighted. And yet it was itching at his brain to find the perfect time to bring up the idea of a third challenge. He'd been waiting, trying to find a time when it would be good to bring it up.

He knew that with his husband's healing process with his Jacob's ladder that it wasn't the most iconic timing to bring up the idea of a third challenge. It would only leave them both desperate and eager to jump into something only to be frustrated by the swelling of his piercings. And so, he'd bit his tongue throughout fall. Checking in with his husband to make sure all was fine with him as he healed. Curled up together with the AC being traded out for the heaters with chilly hands sneaking beneath his shirt.

He could recall their fall together in perfect clarity with that sensation of time slipping past them quickly rather than that blissful eternity their summer had been. Fall came for them quickly in flashes of curling up together beneath the blankets where his husband used his frigid feet to his advantage to wake him in the morning when he "refused" to get out of bed. And once again, they found themselves in winter before he knew it. Winter with its frigid temperatures with its never-ending snow. He wasn't sure when to bring it up.

If not soon then when? When could he bring it up when he wanted so badly to bring it up to his husband. It was all about finding their timing. About working it into the conversation without whining or insisting they do it. He wanted nothing more than to do another challenge with his husband. To learn more about the man if that was possible after two chapters in two years under their belts. He wanted nothing more than to lose himself in the flow of a challenge that would leave them closer than ever. One more.

They had both agreed that they were scraping the bottom of the barrel for choices when they'd discussed the potential of a third challenge. One final challenge. And while he wanted to protest the idea of a final challenge, he knew that his husband had been right. And he didn't want to push an idea to a fourth challenge if they couldn't find anything more to do together. He wants nothing more than to talk it out with his husband and begin brainstorming their third challenge together. To come together to fill that paper up.

There's nothing that he wanted more than to simply begin putting together a list together. And today was the day he was determined to bring up their third challenge. Sitting in their bedroom, he fussed with the paper he held in his hands with his teeth worrying over his lip. With the Christmas and their daughter's birthday behind them, he found himself scrounging up the courage to bring it up to his husband. They'd been given the greenlight for sex weeks ago and God knows he truly couldn't get enough of the blonde.

He stared down at the paper marked front to back with fifty numbers on it. His own messy scrawl with a few suggestions on it already in pen. He wanted nothing more than to bring it up with his husband. Time had flown by in the blink of an eye it seemed with summer far behind them. Shifting in his place on the bed, he stood up when he took a slow breath. He'd be fine. More than fine. If anything, his husband could deny this if he wanted too even if they both agreed before summer break for one more.

One more challenge together. He fidgeted again before pushing himself onto his feet with his heart skipping against his chest when he folded up the paper into fourths. When they'd been discussing the idea of a third one, he knew that the blonde had been more than right about scraping the bottom of the barrel for choices. He'd tried his best to think of things they could do that was more than just kink based. More than fetish based but it had been hard. He'd tried looking up ideas on his private browser to find something.

Anything. It was frustrating when he looked only to run into the same wall again and again. Irritating. He wanted to be able to do indulge in this third challenge but what if they couldn't find anything more? What if their ideas were drying up? What if there weren't more kinky things they could do together? What if they couldn't think of anything more? They were questions, issues, that he was prepared to bring up with his husband. Things off the top of his head, he thought of the more innocent options that came to him rather easily.

Vanilla in a way but it was how they always started off. They're beginning challenges always seemed to start off in that vanilla-esque, tame manner together before they began to dive into the kinkier options together. God knows he loves their challenges, however, and he had to guess that when he gave this paper to his husband that it would be half filled with ideas from the blonde. It left him confident that even if they had half a list that they could still find other options together. Still find something to do.

The crinkle of the paper as his fingers squeezed at it rang out when he then slid it into his pocket. Glancing out the window at the cloudy weather outside, the bright-white light of the sky, he swallowed. It's not like they didn't talk about it before. It's not like they didn't begin playfully brainstorming during the summer when the idea of their third challenge was floating around. He wanted nothing more than to march up to his husband, stick the paper in his face, and insist on doing the challenge together.

But he wouldn't do that. Not like that at least. He wanted to talk with his husband, and he wanted to be open about it. The same way Hizashi had been when the blonde had handed him the paper for their second challenge. He took a deep breath then shook out his hands before he forced his legs to move. The muted thud of his socked foot and his prosthetic were deafening in the bedroom. Then he heard a chirruping meow from the end of the bed where Sterling's head perked up from its resting position on Reese.

He smiled softly at their newest cat who stared at him with her wide gold eyes as she watched his movements before she was launching off the bed. Trotting forward to nudge against his calf, he bent down to scratch then slid his hand down the length of her body to her tail that he curled around his fingers briefly. Straightening up, he continued his way from the bed to his open bedroom doors he stepped out into the small hallway of theirs. He made his way down it when he flexed his trembling fingers out.

Taking a deep breath before making his way into the kitchen. This was hardly a make it or break it situation with his husband. He bit his lip when he glanced in the small dining room of theirs to find it empty. His husband had been in there; he could see the binders with his folders and pages of worksheets within them. Walking across the kitchen quickly into the small dining room, he flipped open the binder quietly to find graded papers waiting for him. So, had Hizashi moved to the living room the if he was done here?

He shut the binder quietly as he could before turning on his feet to walk back into the kitchen. He slid a hand into his pocket to touch the paper inside it as he made his way through the kitchen to the front hallway of theirs when he caught it. The quiet sound of keys clicking as fingers struck at them quickly. Rapidly. He took a breath before walking down the hall quickly with the muted thud of his feet ringing out had him flinching knowing his husband would hear his approach. There was simply no helping that.

He made his way down the hallway before stopping in the doorway of the living room where he found Hizashi curled up on the couch with his laptop in his lap. His blonde hair styled in a thick braid that trailed over his shoulder. He wore a deep green sweater today with deep green diamond patterns stitched into the front of it and the ends of his sleeves with a cream colored scarf wrapped around his throat and shoulders. His feet pressed to the arm of the couch with his knees bent up with his laptop balancing on his lap.

His fingers stilled on the keyboard with red frames slipping down his nose when the blonde's green eyes rose up to him. And then a soft, warm smile was curling over his lips that had his heart skipping in his chest. His stomach fluttered when he cleared his throat before walking into the room with his husband moving to move his feet from their braced position on the couches arm. He walked over with the blonde moving his laptop from his lap onto the coffee table, the screen lowered slightly, when he sat down on the couch.

Grabbing at his husband's feet when the blonde sat up with his legs draped over his lap. Scooching close as he could with hands reaching for his face where they brushed against his cheeks to which he shuddered. God, they were cold, but he didn't mind it. Not when he reached out to curl his free arm around his husband's lower back to hold him closer while he pinched the paper with his right hand. Preparing to pull it out when he took a breath as Hizashi curled closer to him with an arm stretching out to curl around his shoulders.

"Hey." He reached up to touch a freckled cheek when the blonde tipped his face towards his fingers to which he happily shifted his hand up to cup that cheek as spots of pink popped over them. His husband nuzzled his cheek against his palm when he slid his thumb along his cheekbone beneath his glasses. The deep green sweater he wore made him appear paler. Softer. Blonde lashes fluttered when his husband smiled at him softly. "How do you feel? I know you said you were feeling a bit tender the other day."

"I feel perfect! There's not a thing wrong with me today!" He smiled when he slid his thumb along his husband's cheekbone softly just below those red frames of his. Hizashi then turned his face turned to kiss at his palm sending a tingle up his arm when he pressed his palm firmly to his cheek when blonde lashes fluttered. Green eyes lifting to him in an almost coy manner had his heart jumping in his chest when the blonde smiled softly. "How about you? I saw on the news we're getting a few inches of snow tonight."

"A few inches, huh? I can handle shoveling it in the morning, then." He rubbed his palm against that pink cheek when his husband hummed with a hand lifting up to cover the back of his. He always forgot how easily chilled his husband got in the wintertime; it's what made cuddling close such a common occurrence. His husband never failed to call him "his space heater". Rubbing that pink cheek gently again, he took a deep breath when he tightened his hold on his piece of paper. "I actually wanted to talk to you about something."

"Oh? What is it that you want to talk about, baby? Is it about my piercings? Is that what you're worried about? Because they're a bit sensitive but I mean, they're doing better! I think soon enough we won't have to worry about it! The piercer said it'd heal faster I think because of the same place and I- Oh! " He felt heat gathering in the back of his neck with his shoulders scrunching up slightly when the blonde lifted his hand up to touch his cheek. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to babble! Tell me what you wanna talk about?"

"Firstly, I'm glad to hear your piercings are doing well. No, I want to talk about something different, love." He swallowed when he pulled his hand from his pocket with the paper in hand. He held it out to the blonde who blinked at the sight of the folded up paper before taking it from his hand. He watched those brightly painted red and green nails unfold the paper when eyes widened. "I, um, wanted to get a head start on it and I wrote down a few ideas but-"

"You want to start the new challenge?" There was a breathless, awed note to his husband's voice as his eyes scanned over the paper in his hands before eyes were lifting to his with parted lips curling into a grin as the paper fluttered down to his husband's lap. And hands were cupping his face with thumbs moving over his cheekbones when lips pressed to the tip of his nose. To the arch of his brow. "Oh, Shouta, you sweet thing! I was going to bring it up, but you were one step ahead of me, weren't you?"

"It seems so!" He breathed out when lips began to flutter over his face when he felt a weak blush tingle up to his cheeks when he curled his arms around the blonde who nuzzled soft lips and his nose against his cheek. He knew when he'd been writing down his few ideas that his husband would be receptive. After all, they were six months out from the ending of the last one. But it had him smiling wider when his husband nuzzled his cheek. "So then, would you, um, like to do something off of it?"

The blonde pulled back with a sparkle to green eyes when the blonde's hands dropped from his face to pick up the paper to look it over. He'd gotten about six things written down, more than he thought he had in mind, when he blonde hummed before eyes were raising up to him. "I want to try this to one you have on it! Erogenous zones! I think it's definitely something easy and something relatively tame to start this off, don't you think? I'll start writing down ideas of my own too! Start filling this baby up!"

"If I'd known you'd be this receptive to it then I would have brought it up sooner!" He slid his thumb against his husband's cheek bone when that face turned to kiss his palm sending another tingle up it. He rubbed that pink cheek when he leaned forward with a pull on his husband's cheek. Pulling him closer where he nipped at the shell of his ear before moving down to nibble at his earlobe. Loving the shiver that ran over his husband who twisted closer. "Let's go, yeah? We've got time before the kids come home."

"I should've guessed you meant now, huh? I bet you're dying to get in my pants, huh? Like my ladder that much, baby?" He shuddered with a hum when a hand slid along his side with the paper rustling lightly between them when he nibbled at that earlobe again before sucking it into his mouth. Prodding at the gauged hole slightly before rubbing his tongue over the other studs. Loving the squirm, it got him when his husband's breath caught. "I suppose I'm caught up on my grading! I can afford to take a break!"

Sucking gently on his earlobe before letting it pop out of his mouth, he slid his hand along the blonde's thigh. Erogenous zones were easy to target when he'd been sleeping with his husband for years. When he knew exactly what to do to get the blonde squirming like he was now when he nipped at that wet earlobe before using the tip of his tongue to trace along the edge of his ear. Nibbling above his double helix lightly before pressing his forehead to his head. "Then what are you waiting for? Move."

His husband pulled back with teeth dragging over a grinning bottom lip when the man reached out to snap the laptop screen shut on the table before climbing off of his lap. Hands grabbing at his to heave him up onto his feet which he happily complied with as Hizashi stepped back and he stepped forward. Making their way between the couch and coffee table with hands leaving his. Reaching down to instead grab at his to twist him closer causing him to stumble forward a few steps but he happily moved in closer.

He slid his hands down along his husband's sides. Over the material of his thick green sweater causing the blonde to shiver when teeth bit at that grinning bottom lip. It was infectious. Electrifying. Hizashi pulling him forward while he pushed him back with thudding feet ringing out over the floor. He knew his husband's erogenous zones like the back of his hand; he knew his throat, ears, sides, and his chest were sensitive. Just like his own erogenous zones were his back, his thighs, hips, the side of his neck and his throat.

Sliding his hands along his husband's sides with that desire to touch. To caress. He slid his hands down with the fabric bunching beneath his hands on each upwards slide as he was tugged down the hallway into the kitchen. Socked feet ringing out with the hit of his prosthetic foot off the tiles ringing out to contrast the thud of his left foot. He held onto the blonde giddily as he was tugged forward by those hands sliding along his waist. The heated sparkle to green eyes that lured him forward as teeth dragged over that grinning lip.

Hizashi's braid swayed over his shoulder when they flew into the small hallway of theirs quickly with the bright white-light of their bedroom spilling into it. He licked his lips before dragging his teeth over his own bottom lip. Hands sliding along his waist tugged him closer causing him to stumble over his feet. He quickly caught his footing when he was tugged over the threshold of their bedroom when he moved his hands from Hizashi's sides. Reaching behind him blindly to close the doors behind them.

Thudding shut, he reached blindly for the lock that he flipped into place when his husband was walking forward to pin him to the doors with a light rattle of the hinges protesting their weight. Twisting close to him when the blonde's head ducked down to nip at his earlobe. The click of his piercings hitting off of teeth was deafening in his ear when his husband moved down to nip then kiss at his throat. Soft kisses up below his jaw with nuzzles that had tingles racing down his back to pool into his stomach.

He dragged his teeth over his lip when the blonde nipped at his Adam's Apple playfully. Then the blonde was kissing his way up towards the side of his neck where teeth scraped playfully over it. He shivered at the fresh wave of tingles it sent down to his stomach with hands flipping the hem of his own sweater up to slid along his waist. His hands were freezing. God, it had him jumping at the touch of his husband's chilly hands when thumbs rolled into his exposed hips gently. What was exposed of them anyhow but it had him tingling.

Sliding along them slightly before they were tracing along the waistband of his pants with goosebumps breaking out over his skin when he shivered again. Teeth scraped over the side of his neck when his husband lifted his head up with lips pressing along his jaw in kisses that had his breaths trembling on an exhale. Thumbs continued rolling their soothing circles into his hips. His lips parted when the blonde's soft, warm lips crawled up to his cheek where they kissed at it. Soft lips pressing firmly against his skin.

Soft pecks that had his breaths catching in his throat as his parted lips began to tingle when his husband kissed at the right corner of his mouth. Moving up to kiss along the scars below his eye before coming up, forcing it to shut as lips pressed to his eyelid them up. Just below his eyebrow where the scar ended. He reached up to grab at his carefully knotted cream colored scarf to work it apart with a quiet rustle. Sliding it over Hizashi's shoulder, he dropped it down to the floor in a heap by their feet.

And he then slid his hands along the blonde's sides again when lips pressed to the corner of his mouth again. His tingling lips parting further with a rushing breath leaving him when he tipped his face up. Turning it ever so slightly when his husband shifted over to cover his lips finally. Warm. Soft. They slid against his with a firm press as hands slid along his waist with thumbs coming to roll against his exposed hips. It sent tingles pooling into his stomach pleasantly when he moved his lips against his husband's giddily.

His hands flipping up the bottom of Hizashi's sweater to touch the warmth of his waist. He was so warm. Soft beneath his hands when slid his hands up beneath his sweater to sweep his hands along his husband's sides. Earning himself a shudder from the blonde who arched forward. Pinning him to the doors with a press that had him squirming slightly with a sharp exhale through his nose. Unlike his own sharp exhale, there was a shift when his husband sighed out with thumbs rolling their circles against his hips.

Fingers curling slightly to inch his pants down a bit further on his hips as thumbs slid along the edge of them in a caress. Hands squeezed at them sending tingles up to his stomach where they pooled with their intensity that left his breaths trembling briefly through his nose. And then he let out a sigh of his own when his lashes fluttered on his cheeks when his husband squeezed at his hips again. Thumbs moving in their ever soothing circles before hands were shifting to slide in a caress over his hips.

It had him melting as lips sliding against his firmly. Slowly. Kisses meant to make him smolder. To feed into his desire which he happily fed into as he moved his lips against those soft, warm ones. God, they were so soft today. They were always at their peak softness in winter time; his husband's skin tended to break out in rashes and cuts. His lips prone to being chapped. Hence, his husband took his lotioning and his Chapstick used up a notch during the winter months leaving him so unbelievably supple.

It had his lips so smooth he swore they were velvety. Silky against his. It was his fucking favorite thing about winter time when it came to the blonde. He slid his hands along his husband's side while thumbs slid along his hips in caresses that had him sighing out through his nose as he moved his lips with Hizashi's. Hands squeezed at his hips as he was pinned tighter to their bedroom doors when he dared to squirm. It had him groaning lowly in his throat at that tightly pinned position Hizashi had on him.

Lips sliding against his slowly, firmly, to get his own tingling with that quiet whisper of their moving lips filling the quiet of their bedroom. The brush of his palms moving along his husband's sides to get him squirming against him with hands tightening on his hips. Sliding slightly before coming up to slide along his waist sending tingles fanning underneath his skin. Pooling into his stomach as he slid his hands over his soft skin. God, he could touch this man for hours and he would still feel hungry.

Still want more of him. He was insatiable. He moved his lips against soft ones, he began to idly drag his nails up and down his sides lightly as he traced patterns over his skin absentmindedly. Loving the shudder, it got him when his husband curved to twist into his hold with hips coming forward to press firmly against his. Hands sliding along his waist before sliding down to grab at his hips. Twisting his lower half forward to press tightly against his husband in response which he happily gave back to the blonde.

The hinges of the doors rattled lightly when his husband pressed tightly against him leaving him pinned up against it with a renewed strength. Gasping through his nose delightedly at the pleasure it sent pooling into his stomach at the familiar touch. God, he could stand here all afternoon long and let his husband fuck him up against their bedroom doors. It's not like anyone was home that would hear it, now were there? It had his stomach fluttering at the thought of it as he curved into his husband's hold.

He was pinned back to the doors with a light rattle of the hinges protesting their weight. It had him groaning out again at that bolt of pleasure it gave him when he raked his nails down to his husband's sides. Earning himself a whine from the blonde who squirmed and pressed forward tightly against him causing his breath to wheeze out of him. A rush through his nose that was mirrored by his husband as those lips slid against his. Pressing firmly against his with a budding passion he responded in kind with.

His lashes fluttering on his cheeks, he curved his hands back to slid up his husband's back towards his shoulder blades where he clawed at him. Loving the low groan, it got him in response when he yanked his husband impossibly close to him with the hinges of their doors rattling. It had his heart jumping in his chest when the blonde whined when he clawed down his back towards his waist. Curling his hands inwards to sweep up his husband's sides earning himself a shudder from the blonde who squirmed against him.

And then hips gave a curious grind forward against him to which he happily arched his hips forward. Grinding idly against his husband had the blonde jumping to join him with hands sliding along his moving hips up to his waist. Curving towards what they could reach of his lower back before sliding down to grab at his ass. It sent shivers up his back as he squeezed at his husband's waist after sliding his hands down. He twisted against the doors in an eager squirm as those lips melted to shape and mold against his.

A comfortable fit that he absolutely adores. He could feel his own lips filling the gaps his husband's thinner, soft lips couldn't hope too as he inched his speed up slightly. Moving them past that slow, lazy speed. Something quicker. It had his husband's moving his lips to follow along with his change in speed. One that resulted in a light, intermittent smack ringing out as he slid his hands along his sides before curving them backwards again. And he reached back to slide his hands over Hizashi's ass earning himself a sharp inhale.

It fanned out in a shuddering exhale over his cheek when he rubbed his hands over his husband's ass. A quiet groan leaving the man. God, does he love this flat ass of his. It was cute. Just barely enough to fill his hands that he curved inwards to dig into his cheeks as he rubbed his hands over it. Sliding down to just barely reach the tops of the back of his thighs. Up and down, up and down, he rubbed his hands over his husband's ass as he pet at the man. Pausing to squeeze firmly before rubbing his hands over it again.

The quiet rustle of them sliding over the fabric of his sweatpants ringing out. He can never get enough of holding it in his hands. Pinching, slapping, grabbing and holding onto it when the blonde was fucking him. Hizashi may think because he didn't have much didn't mean it was worthy of touches. God knows it was the opposite. He could never get enough of showering his flat ass with all the love it deserved. The attention it deserved. He slid his hands over his husband's ass again before squeezing roughly at it.

Digging his fingers in tearing a moan from his husband. The whispering of their moving lips was broken up by that light, intermittent smack as lips pressed fervently against his. Moving quickly when the doors rattled lightly again to which his own inhale shuddered slightly when his heart sprinted sickeningly against his chest. As much as he wouldn't mind being fucked up against their bedroom doors, he wanted the blonde to lay out. He wanted to target his throat, his ears, the best he could while twisting up with him.

He wanted to be able to toy and tease his husband until he couldn't take it anymore. He planned on doing it all afternoon long until their children came home. Squirming eagerly in his pinned position, he squeezed roughly at his husband's ass again loving the low moan it got him in response. And he happily ground his hips forward against the blonde. A tight grind that had the man moaning out when he tightened his grasp on his ass again. Hips then arched forward to grind against him with tight circles that his toes curling.

Moaning back at his husband encouragingly as they moved to grind together had his dick twitching curiously. Lips slid against his with such passion it threatened to rob him of breath. It had him curving into his husband's hold happily as he pressed his lips firmly to his husband's. Admiring their softness as they slipped quickly against his with that light smack becoming louder. Sharper. He slid his hands from his husband's ass then to slip up beneath his sweater to sweep his hands along the blonde's sides.

Dragging his nails lightly on that downwards slide had his husband twisting to crush him against the doors. Pinned so tightly against it that each breath felt like a shallow gasp. It had him writhing with delight when he gasped his breaths that were racing through his nose at the excitement twisting sharply into him. Ripping into him viciously like a pack of dogs. It had his dick twitching as he ground his hips in their pinned position. Tight, wriggling circles compared to the free movement his husband had against him.

The firm, large circles of his moving hips against him had him moaning out as hands slid along his waist down to his hips where they kneaded at him. Tingles raced under his skin at the light drag of nails over his exposed hips when he shuddered with a moan as he slid his hands along his husband's sides. Lips pressing harder to his own when he squeezed at his husband's waist with his nails dragging over his skin. Loving the shudder, it got him as hips rolled against him with their tight circles that he moved with.

God, he could just see the way his husband's back was arching or the tremble of moving muscles as his husband's hips rolled forward against him shamelessly. The way his hips moved when he grinded against him like that. He clung to his husband who was kissing him with such passion he was helpless not to return it. To pour his lust, his desire, his hunger for this man into the kisses that rang out with sharp smacks. He could let himself stand here for hours. To let his husband fuck him up against the doors.

In fact, the more he thought of it, the hotter it sounded. After all, it's not like they had to worry about Eri or Hitoshi being home when both were out for the afternoon. They had the house to themselves for once since winter started up. It had him electrified at the thought. He squirmed in his pinned position only to have his husband increased the force of his press against the door. A firm, tight press that had him wheezing out a breath when he arched his hips from the door to grind with his husband eagerly.

To grind himself shamelessly against his husband as his dick gave a volley of twitches from the excitement twisting into him. The ache twisting into his lower stomach left him aching. Left him eager to press himself against something firm to soothe it. He huffed through his nose as his breath came faster. Shallower. His lungs barely expanding before it was huffing out of him in the next second and he clung onto his husband. Holding him close when he ground his hips forward with his husband grinding tightly against him.

It had him moaning out delightedly as he wriggled his hips to grind with him. Lips sliding firmly against his, fitting comfortably as they curved to fit his. He slid his hands along his husband's sides then down to his waist where he scratched at the blonde earning himself squirms and shudders. A harder press of those silky soft lips against his as he squirmed only to be rendered still by the press of his husband against him. God, he loves it. He pressed his own lips harder to those soft ones delightedly when his husband hummed.

Listening to that sharp smack ringing out as he clawed at his sides. Wanting him impossibly closer to him. If he could, he'd drag this man beneath his skin, and it wouldn't be close enough. His racing breaths trembled through his nose with identical breaths fanning over his hot cheek. Grinding his hips forward in that tight wriggling as his husband ground against him in circles that had him whimpering with such delight it was unmistakable to himself. He shuddered when his husband ground tight, hard circles against him.

God, fuck him if that firm press wasn't soothing the ache in his groan. The doors buckled with the hinges rattling deafeningly with their conjoined weight pressing against them. God, he was glad that he'd locked the doors or otherwise they would've flown through them with the squirming and writhing against it. He clawed at his husband's sides again earning a moan from the man when he slid his hands down and back. Rubbing them over his ass where he dug his fingers in with a fierce squeeze that had his husband moaning at him.

And he swore he could feel his dick twitching through his paints against him. He shuddered when he felt that heat gathering beneath his skin where it sank along his bones like magma only to swell up to rake lazily beneath the surface of it. Making that damn sweater of his insufferable as he squirmed with his heart thudding sickeningly against his chest. Throbbing quietly in his ears as he kneaded at his husband's ass with firm up and down rubs that had the man moaning at him. It sent a shiver down his back at the pitch of it.

Hips worked quickly to grind against him when he shuddered with a moan of his own at the heat sparking up on his back. The pleasure of having his husband grind against him the way that he was with tight circles. A firm pressure against him to keep that ache wrapped around his lower half at bay. It had him moaning encouragingly when he jerked his husband forward in a thrust against him. A hit that had the doors rattling behind him, but he eagerly tugged at his husband again. And again. Again, again, again.

Thrusting against him had him moaning in unison with his husband as the doors rattled behind him with the hits. Fuck, they set his blood on fire. Unbearable as he huffed through his nose with his hands digging into Hizashi's ass then yanking him forward. Eager to receive another thrust from the blonde. Promising himself one more, one more, one more only to yank him forward giddily. It had him moaning as he ground himself forward in wriggling circles as his chest heaved with his racing, shallow pants

Lips crushing themselves to his when Hizashi pulled back from the kiss. Gasping in unison when his tongue lapped over his lips; undulating it to flick his piercing at his top lip. And he giddily opened his mouth to welcome the crush of those soft, warm lips onto his. God, he was eager when he moved his tongue to meet Hizashi's with a click of the ball hitting off of his teeth. Tugging at his ass to jerk him forward in hard thrusts, he moved his tongue to flick at that metal ball he adored before swirling his tongue around it.

Prodding, nudging, flicking. Playing with that beloved piece of jewelry with a moan spilling out of his husband enthusiastically when he felt hips jumping to thrust against him regardless of his pulling. And it was setting him on fire. As if the blonde had doused him in gasoline and lit him up. He was hot, hot, hot with his damn sweater rubbing against his feverish skin. Too much. But he'd be damned if they stopped now just to strip. He wanted his husband. He wants him close. He doesn't want him to step away for a second.

Not until he was ready for him too. His toes curled against the floor at the pleasure sparking up his back only to pool into his stomach at the hard thrusts against him. Clinging onto that flat, adorable ass of his as he yanked absentmindedly at Hizashi to receive another bolt of pleasure. Another wave of heat. Anything to get what he wanted from the blonde as he huffed raggedly through his nose as he twisted his tongue with the blonde's. Rubbing his tongue against his firmly with a moan flying out of him.

Shuddering with a squirm at the nails clawing at his wriggling hips sending a wave of tingles under his skin. A flash of heat that had him writhing. Ohhh, they pooled into his stomach damn good. It had his back struggling to arch when he jerked his hips forward eagerly. Whining when he had them slammed back to the doors with a deafening thud. A rattle of the hinges. He moaned out as he clawed at his husband's ass through the fabric of his pants tearing a moan out of his husband at the blunt pain it must have created.

He squirmed desperately in his place against the doors when he clawed at his husband's waist. He'd sworn he had never ached in his life but fuck if he didn't want him inside now. Fingers or dick, he didn't care, he just wanted something of Hizashi inside of him. He shuddered eagerly with a squirm; would he need those slender fingers inside of him? They'd had shower sex that morning before facing the world. An impulsive choice. And he prepared himself earlier when he'd gone to lay down under the pretense of fatigue.

Would he need those slender fingers? Did he want them? Oh god, yes. He wants this man's fingers to grind into his prostate. He wants to be torn apart by this man. He squirmed eagerly only to have that push on him keeping him in place as he huffed through his nose when he slid his hands back down to claw at his husband's ass. Jerking him forward to rut against him as he huffed through his nose with his dick giving a volley of twitches. Dripping into his boxers already despite not being hard quite yet.

He moaned when he felt the forming bulge of his husband's erection straining effortlessly against his joggers. Something his husband had borrowed from him; tight around his waist and ankles but loose everywhere else. Loose enough for him to feel his husband getting hard on him much to his giddy delight. It had him moaning when it pressed firmly against him to rub fiercely against him. He shuddered when his husband then began to rut against him again when he yanked at his ass. Rubbing against him.

And fuck, he'd been worried he wasn't hard yet when that firm rub had that blood triggering in its gush downwards. A rush he swore he could feel as that heat ripped under his skin. Boiling his blood through his damn veins as he squirmed and twisted beneath his husband with a whimper leaving him. He didn't think he'd get hard this fast; not over a few hard kisses like this. Some rutting and grinding. But God, he'd been thinking of starting their challenge for weeks. Was this how Hizashi felt last year around this time?

Nervous about bringing it up? About telling him he wanted to start their second challenge? He'd have to ask his husband later. When he had air to fan out the heat smothering his head in a fog that he couldn't shake no matter how badly he wanted to. He twisted in his pinned position against the doors with his racing breaths trembling as they crested into that shallow panting rhythm. Identical to his husband's. He twisted, rubbed, massaged and swirled his tongue with Hizashi's moving with his. Mirroring his movements.

The light, rhythmic sound of his piercing hitting off of teeth was deafening in the quiet of their bedroom when he pulled away from the kiss with a gasp when he leaned back to bite sharply at his earlobe. Loving the startled jump, the startled moan, it got him when he sucked his earlobe into his ears. Rubbing and swirling his tongue against it to play with his piercings. He was damn glad his husband cleaned his holes and jewelry that morning. He popped off then slid his tongue along the shell of his ear giddily.

He nibbled at the tip of his ear with a click of his jewelry hitting off of his teeth. He nibbled at his husband's ear loving the shivers it got him when he slid his hands along his sides before dipping his head down. Kissing the side of his neck had his husband groaning when he scraped his teeth over that juncture of his neck where it gave way to his shoulder. Right along the neckline of that deep green sweater of his. It had his husband groaning at him again with that encouraging note as he trailed his lips along his neck.

Moving towards his throat when his husband's head fell back. Opening the area up to him to which he happily attacked his throat with firm, pecking kisses. Then he nipped playfully at his Adam's Apple coaxing it to bob in a swallow. It had him shuddering when he moved down closer to the hollow of his throat to bite down firmly. A trembling moan left his husband when hips thrusted against him again. A harsh hit against him when he felt the hands on his hips moving to bunch his sweater up.

Exposing his clammy, feverish skin to the cool air of the room sending a shiver down his back. Twisting when his shirt was lifted up, up, up over his stomach to his chest. Coaxing him to pull back from the spot he bit at, his hands from Hizashi's ass with his arms raising upwards. Hips grind frantically against him when his hardening erection twitched as hair slithered through the neckline of his cream colored sweater. Tickling his feverish skin. And then his sweater was over his head and his arms freed from it.

And the cool wood of their bedroom door pressing against his back. He shuddered as he cringed away instinctively when he reached down for the hem of that deep green sweater. Tugging it up over his stomach towards his heaving chest with pants hitching when he flipped it up over his heaving chest. He bounced it up carefully before sliding it up as his husband's arms raised upwards. Tugging it carefully to avoid snagging it on his ears, he worked that sweater up with that braid bunching annoyingly but he got it off.

Quickly it was flying to the floor with that braid spilling over his husband's shoulder again. Messier than it's neat appearance in the living room but he didn't mind it. He leaned in to kiss his neck; up beneath his jaw where he could catch the faint, lingering scents of his sandalwood cologne. God, he loves s his cologne. He bent his head down to bite at that juncture of his neck and shoulder. Digging his teeth in with a trembling moan leaving his husband with tight circles being ground into him that had him shivering.

And then he began to suck at the skin. Sliding his hands along his husband's sides with that desperate urge to feel. To touch his husband now that he had the chance. To slid his hands over that soft skin with its soft smatterings of freckles. To simply touch his husband while he had the chance to do so as he slid his hands up and down his sides to the flare of his waist. His hardening erection filled out when he felt teeth scrape over his shoulder with a moan leaving his husband when he sucked fervently at him.

Digging his teeth into that spot, eager at the thought of leaving a hickey on his husband. He clawed at his husband's sides to twist him closer, closer, closer. Needing him closer. He panted through his nose as he wriggled his hips to grind forward only to have Hizashi pin his lower half to the doors with a moan tearing out of him. Hard, tight circles were ground against him to get his lashes fluttering on his hot cheeks. God, it felt fucking good. It had his eyes threatening to roll back on him if he wasn't careful.

It had him moaning in unison with his husband who thrusted against him when he clawed his way down his sides to his waist. Curving back to target at the erogenous zone his husband's ass seemed to be. God, does he love the reactions he got when he held it or squeezed it. The way his husband's face turned red when he walked up to give him a brief squeeze or to give a pert slap to it. Just because he had a pancake ass didn't mean he couldn't love it for him. Didn't mean it didn't deserve to be shown love.

It had him all too delighted to rub his hands firmly over his husband's ass before giving it a tight squeeze that had the man moaning at him encouragingly. Wriggling his hips in their pinned position against the door had it rattling from his squirming as his husband kept him pinned tightly to them. So damn tight it felt like he couldn't breathe properly as he heaved his breaths through his nose with his hands rubbing over the blonde's ass. Squirming with desire to move. Hell, he could even feel a mild ache building in his right thigh.

As much as he hated to admit it, his right leg was surprisingly achy in the winter he found. It was something he discovered each morning when he put his prosthetic on. It was something that manifested halfway through the day his stump would grow achy. Down near painful. It had him slipping away from his husband under the pretense of the bathroom or to take a nap just to take it off for that relief. He didn't understand it, but he had to assume it was the same way old people said their bones ached with winter or before a big storm.

He had to get used to it, but God knows it was downright insufferable. As much as he wanted to make out with his husband against the bedroom door, his leg was aching. Throbs radiating up his thigh that was damn near similar to the pain that had ripped up it when he sliced his leg off. He hates it. The reminder of it. He tried to shake off that throbbing ache the best he could by focusing on the heat blistering under his skin. Boiling his blood. He wants nothing more than to be fucked up against the doors today.

He squirmed as he tried to shift his weight to his left leg instead of his right as he clung to the blonde. Squirming with a moan when the shift provided a brief relief. He squirmed when he jerked his husband's lower half over with a yank on his ass. Digging his fingers into it as his erection throbbed at the hit against his hips that his husband reached down to hold. Nails raking over his skin to get it buzzing. Tingling. God, he loves it. He tried to thrust back but fuck if that tight pin didn't keep him perfectly in place.

Kept him from moving how he wanted. He lifted his mouth from his spot on that juncture to bite down on the side of his neck. Suckling fervently at the skin with a moan leaving his husband; a deafening burst of sound that would carry through the doors effortlessly. He shuddered as he clawed at the man's ass again with fingers twisting into the fabric as he jerked him forward. Digging his teeth into his spot as he sucked fervently at the skin, he slid his hands from his ass when he felt Hizashi moving in accordance with his hands.

Allowing him to slide them up his sides. A sweeping caress that had his husband squirming under his hands with a hitching breath when he felt the heat of his breath on his ear. And he blew gently into it; a gentle burst of air down his ear had him whimpering at the tingles it sent down his back. Then Hizashi traced the shell of his ear with his tongue. The rub of his piercing against it had him moaning when teeth bit sharply at the tip of his ear. Fuck. He was this man inside of him now. Right fucking now.

He moaned at the impatience ripping into him when he squirmed against the doors causing them to rattle. Then he lifted his mouth from his spot to gasp in a breath before diving down for his tattooed collar bone. God, nothing drove him crazier than seeing his name tattooed on his husband's collar bone. The blonde had joked about getting a tattoo of his hero name along his thigh to which he growled that he better not. The blonde had waved it off playfully, but he had the good feeling his husband was going to do it.

Maybe not now or soon, but he was going to do it. And he wanted to see it. So, so badly did he want to see it. He shuddered when Hizashi released his sharp bite on the tip of his ear to blow at it again sending a shiver down his back. Moaning into his collar bone as hips squirmed and thrusted against him causing the doors to rattle. Fuck, it sent a spark up his back each time his husband thrusted against him like that. Ohhh, it had him moaning as he dragged his nails down Hizashi's waist to get him moaning in response.

Loving the shudder, it earned him when his husband twisted forward to press tightly into him pinning him against the doors with a renewed press. Moaning at that press as he suckled at his spot, he dug his teeth in fervently getting the blonde to groan at him. Nails raking over his wriggling hips had his erection twitching as wet drops of pre-come soaked into his boxers. Grinding, grinding, grinding. Dripping, dripping, dripping. Whimpering at his husband in that pleading pitch as he wriggled in his tightly pinned position.

The blonde moaned when nipped at the tip of his ear again. God, his husband had tried convincing him to get a new piercing. Something bold. Unmissable. And he'd argued he couldn't; not with his current class who would question him relentlessly about it. But he couldn't deny the idea of a piercing sounded exciting to him. Maybe a nipple? His belly button too? Or something riskier? It had his blood racing through his veins at the thought when he squirmed against the doors that were frigid against his clammy back.

He could feel sweat pricking at his forehead already from the sheer heat radiating off of his skin. Roasting him alive. It had him moaning out when he popped off of his place on the blonde's collar bone only to have his husband pulling back. Flying in to catch his lips in a crushing, passionate kiss that flared with heat he couldn't help but return in kind to his husband. Clutching at his waist to keep him close, close, close with hips grinding fervently against him when he shuddered with a keening moan leaving him.

Fuck, he was roasting in his own skin. Hot, hot, hot. He squirmed against his husband, against the doors causing them to rattle, only to have his husband push at him. It had his pants rendered to shallow, gasping huffs from the limited space his chest had to expand, and he loves it. Feeling like he was being crowded by him was the best. Having those hands traveling over his hips down to his thighs? It had his lower half aching. His stomach pooling with pleasure at the bold sweeps down his hips to his thighs.

Those soft, warm lips crushing themselves to his. Hands swept down to knead at his trembling thighs when he moaned at the thought of those hands rubbing the ache out of his right leg when they were done. Oh, what magical hands his husband's hands were. A gift from his mothers, Yuki, who worked as a masseuse. He groaned at the thought of having those hands kneading the aches right out of him when they got into the shower after. He moaned when his husband squeezed firmly with fingers kneading at his trembling thighs.

Sliding up to hold onto his uselessly squirming hips. Moaning at him delightedly when he crushed his lips to those silky soft ones. Hard, passionate kisses that he returned without a second thought when his husband pulled away from the kisses with a shaking inhale when his husband pulled away. Hands then tugged his pants and boxers down from his hips in one failed swoop downwards to which his erection sprung up comedically. Tapping then resting against his happy trail with a twitch that had him blinking.

Jumping at the suddenness of his husband's movements when the blonde smirked at him before stepping back another step before spinning on his feet. Rushing for the side of the bed towards the bedside table to get the lubes and condoms no doubt as his braid swayed against his back. All while he was left on shaking legs practically swooning against the doors in the absence of his husband's press. His cheeks throbbed lightly with the uncomfortable heat burning there with his heartbeat throbbing quietly in his ears.

His head was absolutely swimming as he was left against the doors with his shaky legs. He watched Hizashi tug open the drawers blankly for a moment before he looked down at himself. Gawking at how effortlessly his husband had gotten his pants bunched around his thighs. At the sight of his twitching erection resting against his happy trail with with a bead of pre-come welling on the slit when it twitched. The shake to his own thighs when he glanced over as the wipes were tossed on the bed with a wrinkle of the packaging.

And it clicked. He blinked before he reached down to grab his bunched up pants with a gasp. He worked his pants down his legs quickly to his ankles where he tugged his prosthetic foot out gently then stepped on his clothes to work his left foot free. He then kicked them away when he caught the rip of the condom wrapper as it was ripped off the chain. And then the drawer was grinding before thudding shut when his husband turned to him. Weaving on his feet before he was pushing his pants down towards his thighs.

His erection springing up against his stomach but the sight of it was lost when his husband bent down to get his pants down to his knees. To pull them from around his ankles. Then he began to work his prosthetic off, swallowing a groan down when it thudded to the floor. The relief of having it off was like nothing else; even if it did leave him in a precarious situation as he balanced on his left leg. But he happily ignored it for Hizashi was straightening up once again after kicking his clothing away with a stumbling step.

And fuck, it was cliché but his mouth watered at the sight of his husband's erection sitting flush against his stomach. The veins he wanted to trace with the tip of his tongue. Six glistening piercings winked at him cheekily in the bright light shining through their window off of the piles of snow out there. Blinding. He could tell at one glance another which of the three were newer. The blonde's first round of piercings had smaller jewelry while the three new ones, the healing ones, had bigger studs than the other three.

He didn't care one bit. Each one he loved playing with when he got the chance too. In fact, he couldn't wait until his husband was able to change his jewelry in a few months' time. He couldn't wait to feel all six of those delightful piercings rubbing over his tongue. Down his throat. He squirmed in his place when green eyes roamed over him. Welcoming him to look. To gawk over him. If he were laying on his back, he'd spread his legs. He leaned his shoulders back against their doors and spread his right thigh further from his left.

Canting his hips forward had those green eyes burning at him with a flash of heat when the blonde rushed over to him with nails clawing at the cap of the lube. It popped open with a crack when his husband came to a stop before him with a pointed look at his lower half. The lube hovering over his fingers when he took a breath before shaking his head at the silent question. He didn't need it, but he wanted those fingers in him. Perhaps he could convince his husband to fuck him with his fingers in the bathroom?

In the shower? God knows they had more than enough of that water based lube of theirs than they knew what to do with. He arched his hips forward when he dragged his teeth over his lip before biting down fiercely on it. Muffling a whine tearing out of him as he watched the blonde squeeze a dollop onto his fingers before reaching down to rub it over his piercings. God, they really were a point of pride for his husband. Something that the blonde adored, and he couldn't deny that he adored them as well.

He watched the metal of the studs glisten slickly at him when the blonde then brought the condom up. Ripping it open then spitting the sliver out, his husband plucked the condom out with trembling fingers. The wrappers dropped to the floor, he watched his husband roll the condom onto his erection while being mindful of his piercings. Careful. He tugged it down into place when the blonde then drizzled lube into his palm when he dropped the tube down to the floor. Forgotten about as the blonde grabbed at himself.

And he watched with that sense of hunger as his husband's hand slipped over condomed erection with slick squelches ringing out. Curves to his hand with blatant palming over the head when his husband shuffled closer, closer, closer. He pulled his dripping hand away from himself when he reached back. Grabbing at a cheek, he was spread apart when the blonde used the excess lube to rub over his hole much to his delight. Hitching in a breath, his teeth dug in painfully to his lower lip sending sparks of pain racing down his chin.

Whimpering as fingers slipped over him slickly when muscles spasmed with an undeniable twitch of his hole. It had him whimpering when his husband then grabbed at his right and left thigh. And tensing his core, he hopped slightly as Hizashi heaved him up off the floor. Flying forward to pin him tightly to the doors when he slipped down, he threw his arms around the blonde who grunted. And he was pinned up tightly to the doors again with his teeth dragging over his lip at the delighted gasp leaving him.

He reached down to grab at a cheek while Hizashi grabbed at the other. He curled his left leg and right thigh around his husband's waist tightly when he felt the hand on him moving away. Holding himself if he had to guess when he felt that hand pulling tighter at his cheek to which he happily did the same. Shuddering with a moan at the slick rub over him of his husband's condomed erection grinding against him. Slick rubs that had his toes curling at the pleasure it sent pooling into his stomach.

The excitement twisting into his stomach when he gasped in at the tight press against the doors was renewed with hips moving as his husband rubbed himself against him. And God knows he couldn't take that teasing. Not now when he was so close to getting his husband again that he could taste it. He whimpered at his husband again when he felt his husband twitching against him with hips moving back and forth, back and forth. Rubbing that twitching, hard erection against him like the damn tease it was.

He tightened his arms around his husband with a gasp when he twisted eagerly in a squirm when he clawed at his husband's upper back. Loving the moan he got from the blonde as his erection twitched against his hole as his husband ground himself playfully against him. Ohhh, it was ruthless the way this man teased him. The way that he could rub and grind himself slickly against him the way that he was to get his inner walls clamping together tightly. Damn near throbbing as he squeezed up around nothing which had him whimpering with that desire.

That need to feel Hizashi. To have those piercings rub faintly through the condom the way they had been for the past few weeks when his husband was given the greenlight for sex. He needs him. Bad. Bad, bad, bad. God, it had him whimpering as his husband continued that easy rubbing. Slick grinds that had his toes curling against the floor when he let out a sharp breath. The head nudged at him briefly before slipping over him in another rub that had him whimpering shrilly at his husband. Needing him.

"Pl-Please! Please, Zashi! I-I need you so bad! Need you in me! Sto-Stop teasing me!" Breathless. Whimpering. He couldn't name the pitch of his whining voice when the blonde groaned with lips fluttering over his jaw in kisses that had him shuddering when teeth nipped teasingly at him. God, if he didn't want his husband to liter his throat in kisses. In hickeys like they had over the summer. He whined pleading when he felt his husband grind against him again. "Zashi, please! I ne-need you inside me! Wanna feel you!"

"You want me so bad ye-yet you had me this morning? Do you really need me that many times, baby? You might just make my piercings swell up! Then you won't be getting my cock anymore, will you?" Whimpering at that low growl to his husband's voice as his erection twitched against his hole to which muscles spasmed. A mortifying twitch of his hole had him whining when the blonde nipped at his jaw. "What a naughty thi-thing you are, Shouta! What a naughty boy you are! You really want my cock that bad?"

"Yesss! God, yes! I wa-want it all the time! I want your cock in me all fuckin' day long! I want to feel you inside of me! Fe-Feel your cock stretching me open so gooood! Please? Please, gimme it? Gi-Gimme your cock, Zashi?" He hated the mewl to his voice but God, he couldn't help it when that twitching, lightly throbbing erection was rubbing against him. Pulling back with the head nudging at him teasingly when he whimpered. "One-One more time? Then I promise I won't ask for it again! Just please!"

"I think we bo-both know that's a dirty fucking lie." Ohhh, the breathless growl to his husband's voice as the head of his erection nudged at him was dirty. It had him shuddering when he clawed at softly freckled shoulders as the blonde nudged, nudged, nudged at him. Hot, hot, hot. Needing, needing, needing. Wanting him. "Little cock slut th-that you are, you'd beg for it again! Because you li-like being full of Daddy's cock, huh? You really want it that bad? Want to be stuff full with Daddy's big fucking cock, huh?"

"Yes! Yes, yes, yes I'll be good! So good! I fu-fuckin' love being full wi-with your cock! I want it bad! All the time! Please, please, gimme it! Gimme it, Zashi? Please- Yes! Fuck, yesss! God, fuck me, Zashi! Yes!"

Ohh, he couldn't hope to stop that slurred wail when that nudging finally gave way for the blonde to sink into him. It had the blonde throwing his head back on a deafening moan as the hand holding him open squeezed at his cheek fiercely as the blonde sank forward. Sinking, sinking, sinking. A slow, even slick thrust into him that slowed due to his piercings but God it felt good. So good, so good, so good! He swore he could feel those piercings rubbing over the rim of his hole as he slid into him with little resistance.

God, it had his head thudding off the doors as his head fell back against it but he didn't care. Not when he squeezed tightly around the blonde in response to a twitch which had the blonde moaning lowly in his throat at him in a tremble. Fuck him, he always got so thick when he was hard. It had his thighs squeezing against his slender waist when he lifted his right hand up to claw at his husband's shoulder. Twisting him closer, closer, closer to his heaving chest when teeth nipped at his jaw sending a shiver down his back.

His husband leaned back with teeth nibbling at his earlobe before sucking it into his mouth. The heat of it had his stomach flipping when his husband's hips struck gently at him as he bottomed out. The hand on his cheek squeezed again tightly before sliding up to his thigh where it clung onto him with nails biting bluntly into his thigh. It had him moaning as his husband suckled at his earlobe like he had to him. Swirling his tongue around it with clicks of his piercings hitting off of Hizashi's teeth when he bit down sharply.

And then the blonde was tugging at his earlobe with his teeth. Releasing it. He shuddered then his husband traced the shell of his ear with his tongue before blowing gently into his ear to send tingles down his back. Oh, he likes that. He likes that a lot. He had no clue what he liked about it but it had him squirming as his husband ground tightly against him in circles that had him squirming in his pinned position eagerly causing the doors to rattle behind them. Fuck, his husband felt so good inside of him like that.

Filling him up perfectly as his hips ground frantically against him. He tightened his legs around the blonde with his left heel digging into his lower back to keep him close, close, close. Shaking pants being taken when his husband nipped at the shell of his ear. Fuck, Hizashi felt so good inside of him that he couldn't stand it. He'd had him this morning when he'd woken from a wet dream but God, it hadn't been enough. He needed him more, more, more. More of Hizashi that he could get of him. Give more of himself.

Clutching at his shoulders with shaking hands, he shuddered when his husband blew into his ear again sending shivers racing down his back. Hips rolling in tight circles that had him clenching tightly around his erection that felt so thick inside of him. Reaching deep, deep, deep into him much to his delight as that erection twitched within him again. Hands holding onto his thighs when his husband's chest pressed tightly to his. Keeping him up the best he could which he truly appreciated. Fucking loves.

He slid his hands from his husband's shoulders to his upper back once again as he curled his arms tightly around the man to keep him impossibly close. Shaking, huffing pants being taken by the both of them when Hizashi growled. A snapping sound when he clenched tightly around the man. A snapping, guttural sound that sent a shiver down his back at the low sound in his ear; like it was some type of warning. Teeth nipped at his ear to back up that growl when he whimpered at the blonde with a squirm.

Trying to get his squirming hips to join in that grinding. Fuck, he'd been thinking about it since noontime when he'd been writing down the few ideas he had on the list. He'd been thinking about having Hizashi again even if he knew it was a bad idea to have sex more than once in a day due to his healing piercings. He knew it but he couldn't help himself. Not when they had the greenlight that allowed him to touch his husband like this. To relish in having him inside of him not only this morning but this afternoon.

He clung onto the blonde with a moan as he wriggled his hips desperately to move with his grinding as he clenched tightly around him. Loving the twitches of his erections as the condom scratched at hsi inner walls faintly through the layer of lube his husband had spread onto himself. Grinding, grinding, grinding. Hot, hot, hot. He huffed in his pants shakily as he tightened his arms around his shoulders when lips fluttered along his jaw again with kisses that crawled up. Higher until they were pecking at the corner of his mouth.

Getting his lips to part as they buzzed viciously. He turned his face to try and catch those lips to which hsi husband happily crushed his lips down on his. Soft. Warm. Perhaps a bit swollen? He had not a clue but God if it didn't feel good to have his husband's lips on his again. Sliding in passionate kisses that he returned without a second thought when he lifted his hands from their resting place on his shoulder blades. Reaching up blindly to tug at the hair band of his husband's braid which he tossed to the floor.

He then began to slide his fingers through them to unwind his hair. Waves against his hands. God, he was going to look beautiful with those waves to his hair. More so than he was now. He returned that passion, that lustful hunger, to his husband who fed into it. The sharp smacks of their moving lips were deafening. The light squelches that came from the lube and condom rubbing together as hands slid along his thighs to get the muscles jumping. Trembling under his touch as he was pinned tightly to the doors.

To keep him up as he tightened his legs around his waist. He got his hair unraveled to which he happily sank his left hand into the silky soft locks while dropping the right down to claw at his back. Coaxing it to arch to renew that firm press against the doors as hips moved frantically to grind against him. His own hips wriggling in the limited space that they had in his pinned position as pants fanned over his uncomfortably hot cheek. Silky soft locks spilling over the back of his hand and through his fingers.

Feverish skin rubbing and sliding against his as the doors and hinges rattled behind them when his husband moaned at the tight squeeze he gave around his twitching erection. Throbbing lightly within him. It had his own erection twitching against his stomach where it dripped shamelessly. An absolute mess against his happy trail but God if he didn't care. He didn't want to stop holding him. To lose the feeling of his feverish skin brushing, sliding, against his clammy skin. Not when he was feeling so fucking good.

And then his husband pulled his hips back slightly then thrusting forward into him shallowly with a slick thrust. It had him whimpering when the blonde pulled hsi hips back again then thrusted forward shallowly. His lashes fluttered on his uncomfortably hot cheeks with a moan leaving him. He twisted forward against his husband as he squeezed at the fistful of hair he held. Moaning at him encouragingly when the blonde pulled back then snapped forward in another shallow thrust that rang out with a slick squelch.

He let out another encouraging sound when his husband began to pull his hips back and snap forward into him shallowly again. Again. And again. Again, again, again. Squelches rang out to punctuate his husband's slick thrusts as he held onto him with a keening moan leaving him. Crushing his lips to Hizashi's fervently in slides that rang out with their sharp smacks. Relishing in the way those soft, warm lips curved to fit against his so perfectly. He scratched at his head with his left hand as he clung to the blonde locks.

Shuddering when the blonde kept his thrusts shallow. Even. It had him moaning out delightedly as the blonde pressed him tightly to the doors with hips gently hitting at him. A light slap of their clammy skin meeting had his pounding heart jumping in his chest with hands kneading at his thighs. Sliding over them in caresses up to his hips that had his skin buzzing with that excitement. Tingles pooling into his stomach with heat ripping beneath his skin delightedly as he clung onto his feverish husband.

Loving that passion in the kisses they shared as pants fanned over his hot cheek. To be kissed so hungrily it left no doubts to how badly this man wanted him. Even if he had been growling those playful words at him he knew that Hizashi was just as helpless. Would want him again as soon as he possibly could have him. And it was a thrilling thought to have as he clung onto his husband. Shallow. Fast. The rub of his husband's erection, the faint scratch of the condom, had him moaning at his husband.

He absolutely fucking loves that quick, urgent speed with that shallow depth that his husband was using. Something that had him itching to move his hips along with but given his position it was difficult to move himself. It felt damn good. As much as he loved to move with his husband he couldn't deny that there was something special to being pinned like this. In being pushed up against the doors while his husband's hips snapped forward. It had him shivering at the light slap of their skin meeting again and again.

Something so fucking good about having Hizashi pin him tightly to the doors, the walls, and being inside of him like this. He couldn't help moaning at the trail of thoughts flickering faintly through his foggy head as the blonde clung to his thighs that rubbed together against his waist. Shuddering at those quick, shallow thrusts of his that had him moaning. Shuddering when his husband let out a moan of his own when he clenched tightly around him. Admiring the thickness, the fullness, to his normally slender dick.

He'd never been extremely thick but when he was hard? God, it could get him drooling with how thick his husband felt. And the faint rub of that full ladder against his inner walls through the rubber of the condom? Ohhh, he couldn't get enough. He moaned at his husband encouragingly when he listened to the doors rattling lightly. Rhythmically with his husband's shallow thrusts. It had him whining shrilly with delight at the sound as their clammy skin met with those light slaps as he clung onto the man.

Holding on to keep from falling down even if all he wanted was to throw this man to the floor and fuck himself on him. Just as they had in the shower this morning when they woke and Hizashi had felt "icky" according to him. He wants nothing more than to go again, again, again but he was already breaking their strict once a week routine to keep his husband from swelling up. He can only imagine how tender he'd be after this. He groaned at the thought but he'd think about it later. Later, later, later.

When he could form a cohesive thought in his damn head. He wriggled his hips in their pinned positions with his husband moaning at him with hips jumping to hit lightly against him. Those light, clammy slaps that had his pounding heart jumping to his throat as he moved his lips in those crushing kisses against his husband's. Hands slid along his thighs up to his hips where they squeezed at him to get him tingling. What he'd give to have those hands on his back. Touching that sensitive area to get him squirming.

Another erogenous zone that could be stimulated under the blonde's hands. He squirmed at the thought with a bouncing moan leaving him only to have it echoed by his husband. A snapping, throaty moan that bounced up in volume when he clenched tightly around his husband. Hips jumped in a frenzy to snap against him with hits that had the doors rattling lightly behind him. Had the sharp slap of their skin ringing out as hips snapped against him in a frenzy. Frantic. It had him moaning ecstatically at his husband.

Enthusiasm. It had his husband moaning back at him when he felt the light trace along his bottom lip. He happily opened his mouth up once again without a second thought as he moved his tongue to meet Hizashi's. The doors rattled behind them rhythmically as he was pressed against them tightly with hips snapping against him fast, fast, fast. Hits growing firmer against him had his lashes fluttering on his cheeks as he moaned out. Clawing at his husband's scalp, his shoulder blade, had his husband moaning in a deafening burst.

It had his ears throbbing when he flinched back instinctively when that moan clawed up in volume. In pitch. It had his eardrums throbbing viciously at the sudden spike in sound when his husband choked it down. Doing his best when they both knew his quirk wouldn't nearly be as effective. He moaned out when his husband's hands tightened on his thighs with hips striking at him firmly. Hits that nudged him against the doors with the hinges protesting it as his husband thrusted faster. Coming forward harder.

The rubs of his condomed erection against his inner walls had his lashes fluttering on his lashes with a snapping groan leaving himself when he clenched around his husband. Fuck, he can never get enough of this man. Of the pleasure the blonde could give him. Something they both shared in together; God, it had him squirming against the rattling doors as he huffed desperately through his nose to feed his hungry lungs. Clinging onto his husband when he felt his hips pulling back further. Lengthening his pull back much to his delight.

Moving past that shallow depth ever so slightly when he moaned encouragingly when he tightened his arms around his husband. Shuddering as he pulled back, back, back until he swore he could feel those piercings rubbing over the rim of his hole. Moaning out delightedly, he wriggled his hips in their pinned position when his husband snapped his hips forward. Striking against him with a deafening slap of their clammy skin meeting together was a shot of sound that had him shuddering. Squirming giddily.

His back attempting to arch from the doors behind him only to have his husband push him tightly to the doors with a keening moan leaving the blonde. Hips striking at him firmly with their skin slapping together had his pounding heart jumping in his throat at the change in speed and strength being used. He fucking loves it. Ohhh, does he love it as he dug hsi nails into his husband's shoulder blade. Tightening his arms around his shoulders as the doors continued their rhythmic buckling. The hinges rattling in protest.

All while his husband came forward faster. Snapping thrusts that had him gasping through his nose as he slid his lips against those velvety soft ones. He shuddered at the pleasure pooling into his stomach with his thighs trembling beneath those hands that slid along them from knees to his hips. Giving him sweeping caresses as his husband kissed him with such hunger. As if he were just as desperate to have him. Just as hungry as he was. It had him moaning in unison with his husband as he clung to him.

Shuddering as he tightened his hold on the fistful of silky waves he held which tore a moan out of his husband ringing with that encouragement. God, it had him burning up at those firm strikes against him with that slap of their meeting skin filling the silence. The quiet, barely audible sound of their tongues moving with that passionate, hungry kiss. The pants being taken through noses that fanned onto uncomfortably hot cheeks. The slick squelches of all that lube and the rubber condom rubbing together.

He clenched tightly around that twitching erection. The back of throat noises that just barely made it out of the both of them. He rubbed his thighs together uselessly against his husband's waist before squeezing at him. He dug his heel into his lower back to jerk him forward again, again, again. Whimpering when the blonde gave him that silent desire for faster. Harder. The He jerked his leg to force his husband to come forward faster, faster, faster. Harder, harder, harder. God, he couldn't get enough of Hizashi.

Hizashi yanked his hips back further with each pull back. And fuck if it didn't have him whimpering at that sensation of piercings rubbing over the rim of his hole with each pull back. Something he swore he could feel. He knew it was just his mind insisting upon it but it only added to his pleasure. Only served to get him hotter as he squirmed against the buckling doors. Hips striking at him fiercely much to his delight as he bounced lightly from the force of those hips that had him hitting back against the doors.

And then the blonde was breaking the kiss with a gasp. A strand of saliva connecting their tongues together fluttered down to trail down Hizashi's chin which he happily leaned in to lap away tearing a moan out of his husband. God, he could let himself be fucked up against these doors for hours. If only they could. He held onto the blonde when he yelped as he was tugged away from his support with his panic encouraging him to tighten his arms around the blonde. Panting raggedly, his husband began walking them backwards.

It had him whining at the shallow slides given unintentionally with his movements. And he couldn't help a surprised moan when his husband was dropping down to sit on the edge of their bed causing him to slid down. Bottoming out on his erection again when he focused his gaze on the blonde. And he was so fucking lovely. Beautiful. Blonde waves spilled down his back in wild disarray from his hand holding onto them. A deep blush smothering itself over his cheeks spread down to his chest and collar bones.

His pupils blown wide rendering his irises to mere rings of color as they stared at him with such hunger. His lips held a light swell to them from their kisses when he noted a pink smudge around his lips. The faint shimmer to his eyelids. Subtle, easy to miss colors he hadn't seen when they walked into the room. God if it didn't get him moaning at the thought he had that same pink smeared onto his lips. He rolled his hips in tight circles in his husband's lap as he slid his right hand up to press onto his shoulder.

Loving that keening moan when he pushed off to lift himself up then down with a sharp bounce. Hands slid down his back to cup his ass as his upwards swings were aided as he dropped down hard. Hard, hard, hard. His husband moaned up at him with lips pressing to his chest until the reached a nipple they pressed firm kisses too. Then he nipped at the hardened thing teasingly as he began to pounce himself faster. Unwrapping his legs from around his husband's waist, he balanced his knees onto the mattress.

Albeit awkwardly but he pushed off on the edge to aid in his bounces. His husband's hands lifted him up, up, up then allowing him to drop down fast. God, he loves it but it lacked that strength of having his husband thrust into him even if it felt good to ride him. He bounced himself fast, fast, fast with nails biting into his ass when he clawed at his husband's shoulder with a keening moan. He couldn't get enough of having those eyes on him. Watching him with such an lustful hunger it had his skin ripping with a fresh burst of heat.

A sizzling burst that had him moaning ecstatically with his husband groaning lowly. He clutched at that softly freckled shoulder delightedly as he bounced himself fast. Faster than the quick speed his husband had been using before. He could feel his hair trembling and swaying against his back and shoulders. The new length was something his husband was over the moon about. He didn't understand it but he didn't have too, did he? Just like he didn't understand his husband's odd fascination with his slightly soft stomach.

A soft toned appearance rather than the "jacked" appearance they had at the first year of his class. He didn't mind t; he was still strong. He could still pound four hundred pounds at the gym and he could run without being winded. His stomach merely softened slightly and there wasn't much he could do on it but the blonde seemed to adore it. Calling it his "dad bod". He shuddered when hands left his ass to slide up his back where fingers kneaded at him. Huffing pants fanning over his chest when he squirmed with a whine.

Then the tip of his husband's tongue traced the rim of his areola lightly before his tongue was lapping over it with his piercing nudging over his hardened nipple. Oh, he was going to torment this man with the erogenous zones of his the second they got in the shower. He promised himself he would. He bounced himself fast, fast, fast as hands traveled over his back with caresses that had tingles racing under his skin. Pooling into his stomach like a slow building pressure that had him groaning in unison with Hizashi.

It had him shuddering at his husband with that note of ecstasy he'd recognize anywhere. His husband moaned when he clenched tightly around his twitching erection giddily as he bounced himself with hair brushing annoyingly at his hot cheeks. But he could ignore it. Forsake it for the slap of their meeting skin that drove him onwards each time he dropped down. The slick squelches of that lube and condom rubbing together. His husband's tongue lapped over his nipple again with a rub of that piercing over it when he squirmed.

He let his head fall back with his hair swaying against his back as he clung to the blonde while trying to keep his knees on what little bed he could reach. To keep up his wild bouncing as he rode the blonde fast. Hard. Panting as he felt that all too familiar itching prick breaking out over his skin with the clammy sheen forming over it. Pricking at his forehead. God, it was so fucking hot. He was so hot, so hot, so hot. Burning, burning, burning. He moaned with his back arching when nails raked down it from his shoulder blades to his lower back.

It had him writhing in his husband's lap with a whimper then breaking out of him when hands coaxed him to come down harder. Sharper with a slap of their skin meeting ringing out from the change and he happily began to drop himself down harder as hands held onto his waist. Shifting so thumbs could roll their circles into his hips sending tingles racing under his feverish skin. His mouth covered his nipple much to his delight as his chest arched forward with his hand tightening its hold on silky blonde waves.

Gasping in his pants as he swung himself up higher, higher, higher before dropping down hard in compliance with those tugging hands. God, he'd never get enough of Hizashi, would he? He would always be hungry. Starving for the chance to touch his husband when he could. He couldn't help himself from moaning as he bounced on his husband giddily. Hands sliding along his back with hands curving forward to slide along his sides. Caressing his skin with a desire that had him moaning as he bounced himself quickly.

Hizashi's teeth scraped over his areola with his tongue swirling around his nipple with playful swirls and flicks. Teeth nibbled at him when nails dragged over his back coaxing it to arch anew with a whimper out of him. He'd never get enough. Not of his husband and not of this heat. The stump of his right knee threatened to slip off of the bed prompting him to lean forward slightly with his hand shoving Hizashi to his chest. Holding him in his chest as his hair brushed annoyingly at his cheeks with the change.

A bead of sweat ran down the side of his face as his lashes drooped before resting on his hot cheeks with a flutter. His eyes threatening to roll back on him as he bounced himself giddily with hands holding him impossible tight to his husband. Hands on his waist lifting him up and down, up and down. Pleasure pooling, pooling, pooling into his stomach like molten lava much to his delight as his pants trembled before threatening to cut off in his throat. It was so hot, hot, hot and he couldn't stand it much more.

The heat was sizzling through his veins leaving him flushed. He felt a bead of sweat slipping down the side of his face as he bounced himself quickly in his husband's lap with a keening moan leaving him. He bounced fast, fast, fast. Coming down hard, hard, hard with delight as his hair bounced against his back. Rolling his hips slightly when he bottomed out in his husband's lap had the blonde moaning enthusiastically at him. A sound that trembled up in volume and pitch that had him shuddering when he whimpered.

God, he could ride this man for hours. He could fuck himself on this man all afternoon and night long and never tire of him. Never tire of the pleasure they could share in. He groaned lowly in his throat as hands coaxed him to move fast, fast, fast. Hard, hard, hard. His hair flew around his shoulders and face annoyingly in response but God if he wasn't eager to move in accordance with those pulling hands. If he didn't want to ride him the way those hands were coaxing him too. To fuck him the best that he could.

It had him moaning giddily with his heart thudding sickeningly against his chest as his husband nibbled and sucked at his nipple. Swirling his tongue then flicking playfully at it. Rubbing his piercing against him. It had him squirming, twisting, with the attention being given to his nipple while hands slid along his back to get him tingling. To get that pleasure pooling into his stomach as he bounced himself impossibly fast. Coming down hard into his lap with that slick squelching ringing out with each lift and fall.

The slap of their sweaty skin meeting together was deafening in the quiet of their bedroom as hands slid down his back to cup his ass again. Fingers kneading firmly at him with nails biting in just enough to get him twisting and writhing eagerly. God, he loves those firm squeezes that sent shivers up his back. His erection throbbed against his stomach with that desperate need for something. A touch. A breath on it. It was dripping on his stomach leaving it a slick mess against it, but he had his holds on his husband that he needed.

One in his hair. The other on his shoulder to keep him balanced. It had him whimpering with his hips squirming in between his drops as his brows twitched together with lashes fluttering on his cheeks. Squirming when his husband bit sharply at his nipple before suckling firmly at it before popping off of it with a sharp exhale over it. And then his husband was licking a path across his chest to his other nipple where his tongue lapped over it as he groaned. And then a hand on his ass slid forward to claw at his hip on its way over to his pelvis.

Wrapping slender fingers around his throbbing erection felt like a fucking relief of some kind for him. It had him moaning as his head fell back with a squirm as he bounced himself fast, fast, fast with careless thrusts into his husband's hand. A shamelessness that had him moaning enthusiastically. Bucking when the blonde tightened his grasp on his erection as he stroked fast. Trying to move in time with his bounces much to his delight as he huffed out with a squirm when his back arched anew.

A keening moan ripping out of him. The faint fluttering sensation of an orgasm stirred in his stomach, and he couldn't help but whimper at the thought of coming so soon. All without hitting properly at his prostate? He couldn't. Not like this. But he felt the flutters it was hard to keep them off his mind when he twisted impossibly close to his husband. Holding onto him like an anchor. A heavy rock that he had to hold onto to keep from floating away. From drifting off as his head swam with that lustful fog.

He bounced himself impossibly fast as he panted raggedly with another bead of sweat slipping down his cheek. He shuddered when the hand on his ass squeezed firmly at him to get his thighs squirming against his husband's sides. Squirming with the rest of him when he felt a drop of sweat running down the side of his nose. He was so hot, so hot, so hot. How hot can one man burn like this? How long can he burn for before enough was enough? Until he was rendered into a pile of ashes in his husband's lap?

He had not a clue but fuck if he wasn't burning. If he didn't feel that heat simmering through his blood. His husband stroked him in time with his wild, reckless riding tearing a keening moan out of him when the blonde squirmed with a moan of his own. Vibrating deliciously into his chest, the hand on his ass slid up to fan out over his lower back. Sliding it up towards that center spot between his shoulder blades as the blonde held him close. He could feel the bed bounce lightly beneath him as he clung to his husband.

His knee and stump digging in fiercely to the bed to keep from slipping off. However, it had him yelping when his right thigh was sliding awkwardly over the edge of the bed causing him to drop clumsily. It had his husband groaning when he swirled his tongue around his nipple with teeth nibbling at him. And then Hizashi was moving his hand away from his erection when he whimpered shrilly at the man with hips arching forward. Jiggling in an upwards swing for that hand to come back to him. To touch him.

And then his husband had him yelping again when he was suddenly flipped over and slammed onto the bed. His view of the ceiling above stunning him when hips slammed against him with such strength it had him crying out. Shouting with that wordless delight when he got the strength he'd been lacking in his bouncing. And his husband resumed his fast, hard rhythm with that wild recklessness he'd been using to slam into him again, again, again as he was pinned down onto the bed. Hizashi popped off his nipple.

Hizashi then lifted himself up into view. Beads of sweat ran down his forehead to his flushed cheeks. Crawling down to his jaw where they dripped off as a hand bracing itself on the bed and the other wiggling between them to grab at his erection. Squeezing at him with enough pressure to get him moaning in his throat when the blonde began to stroke in time with his slamming thrusts. Nudging him lightly over the bed, he worked his hand from the blonde's wavy locks to reach down to slid his hands along his sides.

Desperate to return those touches that had been given to him as his spread his legs open wide, wide, wide for the blonde. His toes curling tightly when he pressed his head to the bed with lips pressing firmly to it. Teeth nipping playfully as the saliva on his chest grew chilled to which he shuddered. Moving his hands along Hizashi's sides had the blonde squirming with a keening moan leaving the man. So hot, so hot, so hot. He was burning in his own skin with his blood boiling through his veins leaving him feverish.

There was nothing he could do besides squirming and writhing beneath the blonde who slammed into him again, again, again. Huffing wildly as he held onto his husband desperately with a moan flying out of him as he clawed at the blonde's sides tearing a shout out of the man. Something he found himself echoing on a cry as he writhed beneath his husband with hips slamming every damn wisp of air out of his lungs. It had him gasping as his husband stroked him fast with twisting curves up near the head.

Curves that had his palm rubbing over the head of his erection with his palm. It had his thighs shaking lightly as his heart hammered against his chest. Panting desperately to feed his hungry lungs only to have his husband slam it out of him. Hips yanked back, back, back with the blonde moaning down at him with hips squirming before slamming forward into him. He wailed at the heat ripping up his back in a burst that left him breathless when the blonde began to pound into him with a renewed speed and strength.

And then his husband wiggled his hips again to hit at his prostate again. And again. Again, again, again. It sent wave after wave of heat up his back with sparks that fanned under his skin. He twisted with his hands clawing at his sides before his hands flew up to his shoulders. Throwing his arms around him as he jerked the man down tightly against him when he huffed when the blonde pinned him down to the bed. Pounding at him with a strength that had him nudged lightly with that light rustling of the comforter beneath him.

And God it felt good. So good, so good, so fucking good! Wisps of air knocked out of him leaving him breathless when he bucked his hips to thrust shamelessly into his husband's stroking hand. Sparks racing up his back in waves that had him utterly writhing beneath his husband as he gasped when he moved his legs. Wrapping his thighs around the man's waist, he dug the heel of his foot into his lower back to jerk him forward faster. Harder. Listening to the ragged pants being taken against his throat identical to his own.

The crisp slap of sweaty skin hitting together. The squelches of the lube and condom rubbing together. The quiet throb of his heartbeat in his ears. And that fluttering orgasm twisted into a spark in his lower stomach. He was gasping as he rode himself closer to it as he shamelessly thrusted into his husband's stroking hand. Shameless as he pressed his head back with thighs trembling. That spark twisting into his lower stomach with each wave of sparks ripping up his back only to fan under his skin in sizzling bursts.

His brows squeezed together tightly as he huffed with an increasing speed to his pants. Shortening in anticipation when his husband pressed an open mouthed kiss to the side of his neck with a moan vibrating over his skin. Maybe it was the usual volume or his quirk, he had not a clue, but it had him bucking desperately. Riding close, close, close. He was so fucking close, and he was gasping in his pants as sweat ran down his temples to his hair. He dug his heel into his husband's lower back to jerk him forward harder.

Faster. He could feel those ragged pants against his throat as he clenched tightly around that throbbing erection fiercely tearing a howl out of his husband as his mouth lifted from his spot with that howl choking off into a huff as hips jumped frantically. Hot, hot, hot. He was so fucking hot. So close. Hot. Close. It had his back arching from the bed when he got a hard thrust against his prostate. A clap of their meeting skin had him crying out the blonde's name. And again. Shouting his name shamelessly over, over, over.

Like a curse. A praise. A croon. A howl. An expletive. A term of endearment. Nothing matters but Hizashi, Hizashi, Hizashi. He was teetering on that edge and God, if the blonde's pounding thrusts against his pelvis didn't have him helpless. And he was falling over the edge with a howl of his own as his husband wailed into his throat a slurred cry of his name with a garbled string of English. Shouta, Shouta, Shouta! It was wailed, moaned, into his throat as hips slammed against him frantically when he was twisting.

Falling, falling, falling. Tingles raced up his shaking thighs as his stomach flexed frantically when his howl crested up into a strained wail. His eyes rolling back on him as he jerked himself up into the blonde's hand frantically as hot spurts landed on his stomach. White-hot heat exploded into his stomach leaving him a shaking mess as he stiffened up beneath his writhing husband. Pounding into him once, twice, three times more before he was stiffening against him. And he clenched down around that throbbing erection.

His inner walls contracting into what he hoped to be a throbbing manner but God if it didn't have his husband tipping over with him. He whimpered at the frantic throbs of his erection. The pulses of his own as come splattered onto his stomach with a surprising intensity. Holding onto his only anchor. Hot, hot, hot. Good, good, good. Too good. It was a white-hot heat that ripped him apart as his breath threatened to stop in his chest, but he breathed harshly through it. Rocking his hips weakly with his husband.

And he clung to the blonde as he was suspended in that white-hot state as his erection throbbed, throbbed, throbbed. It was maddening. It was awful. It was fucking amazing! Ohhhhh, there was nothing fucking better he swore it. And he panted harshly as he held onto his husband who shook with his stiff set with hips grinding tightly against him. He was burning up, up, up. Hot. So good, so good, so good. Too good, too good, too good. He was drowning. Choking. Burning, burning, burning up.

And then, much to his delight, his intensity filled orgasm was short lived. Was it because of their romp that morning? He had not a clue, but it had him slumping into the bed with a gasp. Shaking, shaking, shaking in the aftermath of that short but intense orgasm. He thrusted weakly to aid that final spurts leaving him as that white-hot heat raked its nails on his way out of him as he shook. Shuddering. He held onto his shaking husband until he was breathing out and slumping down onto his chest pinning him down.

A weight that felt like too much on his heaving chest, but he held the blonde to him as he gasped. Lifting his head to kiss at the top of Hizashi's while he had the chance; the scent of his shampoos from that morning smelled so good. Blended perfectly with his sandalwood cologne. He felt his husband's hips pulling backwards despite his protesting whimper but the blonde slipped out of him with a vulgar squelch. As much as he didn't want him too, the blonde fought his way out of his arms gently to stand on shaking legs.

The blonde reached over for the wipes which he clawed open to pull a few wipes out. And he shuddered at their cold, wet touch as his husband swiped at his stomach to clean the spurts of come off of him. Using a second wipe to scrub gently at his stomach until suds formed on his stomach while he watched in a daze. The blonde tossed the wipes into the trash before tugging the condom off of himself carefully. He then watched the blonde's shaking fingers struggle to tie off the condom with slick squelches and snaps.

He sat up to drag himself back on the bed with his foot landing on the bed while the blonde tied a knot into the condom with a growl before tossing it into the trash. He reached for the wipes to tug a few out then beckoned his husband onto the bed. Shaking pants were taken as the blonde climbed up and he gently reached down to help clean his softening erection off. Rubbing over the piercings carefully to make sure they were completely clean before handing the wipes to his husband who threw them into the trash.

And then the blonde was all but tackling him onto the bed. He couldn't help a laugh as he was thrown onto the bed with legs twisting up with his as an arm curled around his waist. Lips were pressing to his face to which he happily, eagerly, covered that freckled face in kisses. His jaw, his cheek, the smatterings of his freckles along his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. His eyebrow and his forehead. His chin. The corner of his mouth. The tip of his nose. Showering his husband's face with that answering adoration.

Kissing at the freckled face he loved so much. All while his husband kissed at his face with all the adoration to make him melt. To become putty in his husband's hands as he cuddled into the blonde with a shaking sigh. Soft kisses with giggles leaving the blonde as he threw his arm around the blonde's side to hold him close. Soft lips nuzzled his cheek as he let out another breathless laugh as he combed his fingers through the wavy blonde locks with playful tugs. Twisting himself into his arms as he nuzzled that sweaty cheek adoringly.

He loves this man. Loves him to fucking bits. He loved the feeling of him cuddling into him when the man then let out a shuddering breath when he pulled back. Pressing the tip of his nose to Hizashi's to nuzzle at him when the blonde giggled so sweetly it tugged at his heart. Then he shifted his arm to lift his hand up to cup that hot cheek when he pulled away. The blonde smiled widely at him with that adoration warming his green eyes as that cheek nuzzled his palm gently. Rubbing his husband's feverish cheek.

"Tha-That's one fucking way to-to start a fuckin' challenge, baby!" The blonde was gasping, heaving, and he was no better, but it had him laughing breathlessly when he felt Hizashi cuddling and twisting into his arms as he slid his thumb along his cheekbone. He curled forward to cuddle into his husband in response with legs tightening around his right thigh and left leg. "God, I fu-fuckin' love you, you know that? If-If every time is go-gonna be that hot then thi-this challenge is gonna be amazing, isn't it?"

"I lo-love you too, Zashi!" Twisting himself close to his husband, he smirked at the blonde who giggled when he pressed his palm to his cheek to smoosh it gently. Rubbing at it before sliding his hand back to tuck the blonde waves behind his ear. Pushing his hearing aid gently into place, he brushed his fingers along the shell of his ear when he watched lips curling into a grin. He loved how those arms tightened around his waist. Hands sliding along his back when he chuckled lowly. "And you fu-fucking know it!"