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!

5. Tie It Up!

Where is Hizashi?

Shouta felt antsy. Impatient. Sitting on the edge of their bed, his gaze flicked to the window where the wind howled quietly with snow fluttering to attack the window in a swirl to bring more snow. God, his hands ached from the foot he shoveled today with Hizashi. He hated it. When he had been spending his nights at the dorms, he'd easily forgotten how busy his husband tended to be during the week. It had been so easy to forget when he himself was constantly busy at the dorms separating fights or figuring out room placements.

Helping students settle their differences for the sake of living peacefully in the dorms. With the war over, he had been told by Nezu that his stay in the dorms was now as optional as the students. And with more than half the students of his class having decided to stay at home, he'd been grateful to stay at home again. To spend full weeks with his husband rather than swallow that bitter pill of resentment as he packed a duffel bag to spend three nights away from one another. It was three nights. Three simple nights.

But when he'd been sleeping consistently next to his blonde husband for seventeen going on eighteen years? It was hard to sleep on his own. It was hard to lay down and not have someone warm to hold onto. When he'd been spending the nights away, he'd known his husband had established his own schedule. He knew that the blonde was still taking shibari lessons that took up his Tuesday nights. When he'd been spending his nights at the dorms, it had been easy to self soothe himself knowing in a day and nights time he'd be home.

But now that he was home every day of the damn weak? He was restless. Itching for his husband to come swinging through their bedroom doors with the intent on "giving him a wild night". Standing up off the edge of the bed, he found himself pacing. His stump was aching faintly as it always did with oncoming weather and an over use. It had him pacing in a tight formation before the TV as he chewed at his thumb nail. Fuck, he was doing it again. He knew he was doing it again and he felt awful that he was acting this way.

Even if the blonde couldn't see him doing this, he didn't like it. He didn't like pacing the floor waiting for his husband to show up. He knew he didn't need to be so anxious when it came to his husband. To be so worried. It's not like the blonde was the one who had lost a leg and an eye. But Hizashi was late. Hizashi was never late from his shibari lessons. He was never late even when his classes went a bit later with thier reviews. He couldn't explain this anxiety festering in his stomach as he nibbled at his thumbnail.

Not quite biting nor tearing at it but God if he didn't feel ready to rip it off. His eyes flicked to the clock resting on the bedside table with its glowing red numbers flaring at him. Half an hour. His husband was late by half an hour, and he didn't know what to do with himself because he hadn't gotten a call. A text. Nothing. Here he was pacing their floor with the muted thuds of his feet ringing out over the carpet to fill the silence of their bedroom. Several cats sprawled on the bed and over their pillows.

Waiting for him to join them in the cuddle pile he knew he'd be welcomed into, but he couldn't rest. He'd laid in bed for two hours after getting Eri down but goddammit, he couldn't sleep. Couldn't shut his eyes without feeling the blonde with him. It was hard. He wanted to blow his damn phone up demanding to know where he was, what he was doing, what was taking him so long. But he couldn't. Wouldn't. That's exactly what his mother used to do; she used to blow his phone up with those very questions.

Demanding he return home from Hizashi's back then. He didn't want to turn into his mother but goddammit where was he? He wanted to know if he was alright. If he was safe. He didn't like the idea of driving at night given how much harder it was to recognize black ice on the road. It had his heart throbbing in his chest sickeningly at the thought as he spun in his tight circle he was making in the carpet. Would it be completely irrational for him to get his coat on, his capture weapon, and go to the building?

To pop his head into the late night classes they ran and find his husband to take him home? Yes. Yes, it would be irrational of him, but he was getting nothing from his husband had promised to be home early tonight no matter how late the classes ran. He wanted to pick up his phone to see if he'd gotten a text, but he refused to look. To drive himself up the wall a second more. Was he experiencing an odd type of separation anxiety? It was like that night when his husband came home from his first rounds of his shibari class.

What was it about tonight that was driving him insane? That was driving him up the wall with this irrational anxiety and worry he held for his husband who hadn't texted him? Hadn't so much as called him to tell him that he was heading home? He wants to call the blonde, but he didn't want to interrupt his class. Was this Hizashi's reasoning? Did the blonde think he was asleep? God, what is wrong with him tonight? If this was separation anxiety then why now was it flaring up and why not earlier when his husband began going out?

Or better yet when he'd lost his eye and leg? He didn't know why but he just needed to see Hizashi. He needed to look at that face and hold it in his hands. He needs to look into those crystal clear green eyes of his with the golden ring around his pupils and the faint, soft blue highlights. He needs to see him. He needs to be sure that his husband was indeed in one piece. It was an odd reaction; even if Hizashi hadn't lost limbs in the war, he needed to make sure that the blonde was in one piece. That he was okay.

That he would be one piece when he came home, and he held him in his arms. He'd never breathed a word of this anxiety to his husband; he didn't want to tell him. He knew how Hizashi would react. He knew what his husband would say. What he would offer. What he would do. He never wanted his husband to feel that he had to be a homebody. It wasn't who Hizashi Yamada was. And he didn't want to change him. And yet here he was pacing the floor of their bedroom like a caged, anxiety ridden tiger.

Stalking tightly back and forth with his leg aching in his prosthetic. Begging him to take it off. To rub some lotion into it and go to sleep. TO take his pills, relax, and get some sleep knowing his husband would be there when he opened his eyes. This wasn't like him, yet he was half out of his head wondering where his husband was. If he was on the way home or still in his classes. Surely the blonde would call if something was wrong, wouldn't he? God, what the hell was wrong with him? Why now was he becoming panicked?

Why now after spending months together without him going to do the dorm did it bother him now? He should be used to this. And yet tonight his wires were crossing; his mind shrieking at him that he needed to see Hizashi before he could go to sleep. It was something he'd felt at the ending of the war. The nights after, he'd needed the blonde close and to see him to make sure he was alright before he could sleep soundly. Hizashi liked to hem and haw over it, but he went along with it regardless much to his relief.

He just wanted to see Hizashi before he turned in for the night. Just to look him over. It wasn't that he expected his husband to change his schedule, but he just wanted to see him. Hold onto him. To make sure all was well between them to make sure that he was all in one piece. That he was healthy and put together. That he wouldn't come home missing something from him the way that he had. Even if he got a call from the blonde now to say he was on his way home would be welcomed. Anything to calm him.

Would help him breathe out the tight knot in his chest that was refusing to abate. Pacing in his tight circle with his teeth gnawing at his thumbnail, the stump of his right leg ached fervently in the prosthetic with a fervor that had him wincing. However, he couldn't think of sitting down again. Not when his knees had been bouncing like jackhammers from the sizzling anxiety and impatience. Lengthening the track of his pacing, he tore his thumb away from his teeth to weave his hands into his hair with a slow breath as he widened his strides.

He was fine. Hizashi was fine. He'd be walking through that door with that silly smile of his with the surprised notion about him still being up. His husband hadn't needed many shibari lessons given his skills with the rope now but the blonde insisted on going. That it would never hurt to go over the basics and see how much more he could learn. He glanced at the clock again with his lips pursing together briefly before tearing his gave away when he forced himself to spin on his feet. Marching to the bed, he forced himself to sit down.

God the relief running up his right thigh was almost enough to get him groaning out loud. He reached down with a sigh to help tug the sleeve and fitted metal off of the stump as he allowed his prosthetic thud to the floor. He threw himself back with his hands weaving into his hair again as he stared up at the ceiling. He was letting himself get anxious for no reason. None. He couldn't shake that childish urge that was insisting that all he wanted was to just see him. To see his husband and affirm that he was, indeed, in one piece.

He sighed out as he slid his hands from his hair to his face. Groaning into his palms quietly at the irrationality of his spinning head. It's not like tragedy was a common occurrence and even if it was he knew that his husband was smart enough to be safe. To get home safely to him. He groaned again quietly into his palms when he rubbed at his face fiercely with fingers digging into his eyes. Sliding down to tug at his cheeks as his eye focused up on the ceiling above him. Was he being overbearing? Was he being too protective?

Too nosy? Too anxious? Was it wrong of him to know that his husband was safe? He bit at his inner cheek with a sigh through his nose as he released the tug on his cheeks to throw his arms out. God, why hadn't he been this anxious when he first lost his leg and eye? Why hadn't he been this anxious after turning thirty-two? When his husband was late for his own birthday dinner? He wanted to shout at himself until he was breathing out the tight knot in his chest. Until he was convinced his husband was perfectly fine.

That they didn't need to text and call on every little update. That it wasn't needed. He twisted his fingers into the fabric of their comforter with plucking fingers idly tugging at the blanket when he found his head tipping back. Turning in the direction of his cellphone sitting just out of view on the pillow before him. He could call. Text. He didn't have to become a replicate of his mother. He wasn't. If anything, he'd dare say he was acting more rational than his mother ever did when it came to him being out late.

When she bothered to care about where he was. Licking at his lips, he took a breath when he tore his gaze away. He could be patient. Calm. If anything, he could put on the electric kettle and get tea started for when his husband walked through the door. He didn't like using his cane or his crutches but putting that prosthetic leg back on was not happening. God, what would keep Hizashi? What would leave him to be late by half an hour? Whatever could he have gotten himself into that would cause him to linger?

To not call or text him? He dragged his teeth over his bottom lip anxiously with his fingers plucking at the comforter absentmindedly with his eye focused on the ceiling. He didn't want Hizashi to feel he couldn't have his own life but God if it didn't leave him with this strange anxiety. Something that didn't make sense when it came to his husband was going out again. Attending his shibari classes had him more anxious than he wanted to admit. Especially the longer they went without contact. Was this a strange form of separation anxiety?

Was it because he was always so used to his husband being home within viewing distance? That now he felt alone he just wanted the blonde to come swinging in. He jumped when his phone pinged to which he turned over to crawl up onto the bed with a grunt as he pushed off with his left foot. Sliding over the carpet, he heaved himself onto the bed to crawl up the bed causing cats to jump and grumble at him. He made his way up to the pillows where he'd left his phone Sitting back on his heel, he scooped his phone up.

And he couldn't help but roll his eyes slightly at the sight of a text from Toshinori waiting for him. And he couldn't help from scoffing at the sight but he knew it was better to answer him now than let the blonde think he was ignoring him. Which some part of him was desperate to do. Instead, he opened his chat log up with him to send a quick text to him in response to his question. Then he tossed the phone onto the bed without a second glance as he sighed. What could he do to settle his nerves? Something plausible for the late hour.

He crawled to the edge of the bed with a hum as he grabbed at his cane before pushing upwards on it. Fuck it. He could use some damn tea to relax his nerves that were firing off shot after shot of concerns about Hizashi. About where he was. He had practiced lately walking with his cane and so, he began to walk forward albeit awkwardly as he pushed his weight onto his cane. Walking awkwardly across the room to the bedroom doors, with the cane creaking quietly from his weight being pushed on it.

Flipping the lock, he then tugged the doors open before making his way into the hallway with a huff. He wanted to put his prosthetic back on but it wasn't worth it when his leg was aching so furiously. He waddled his way down the short hallway of theirs into the kitchen where he shuffled over to the counter with the squeak of the rubber end of his cane on the floor. He'd always done his best to avoid leaving scuff marks behind at his husband's request and it was hard. He made his way to the counter to grab at the electric kettle.

Pulling it out, he plugged the base in with the blue light glowing to life when he shuffled over to the sink then grabbed at the pitcher. He turned the water on, pulling the top of his kettle off, he rinsed the inside out once the a second time. Swirling then dumping the water before he began to actively fill the kettle. Drumming his fingers sharply on the counters edge until the thing was filled up close to the top. Turning the water off, he lifted the pitcher out of the sink then slid it carefully over the counter.

Pushing off with his cane to shuffle before it once more. Putting the top onto it, he lifted the pitcher up onto the base which he pressed at the buttons for the temperature. It would take a bit but he didn't mind waiting as he tugged open the cabinet before him to grab at the box of chamomile tea. Placing it down on the counter when his gaze flicked to the kitchen window. To the snow swirling at the screen bringing with it the quiet howl of wind outside. Sighing sharply to himself as his cane leaned against the counter.

His fingers struck the end of it sharply. Impatient. He wants nothing more than to have Hizashi come home but he knew that rushing him would be the worst choice tonight. God forbid the man tried speeding to get home or something like it. He was half an hour late. He could live another half an hour before texting if his husband didn't reach out to him. He watched the small bubbles forming along the walls of the kettle as the coil grew hotter, hotter, hotter. The blue light illuminating the water with its power.

He groaned as he arched his back slightly with a light pop to his lower back with another closer to the center filling the silence with quiet pops. Groaning quietly to himself, he leaned against the counter when he shifted his hand on the counter to hop awkwardly to the side. He tugged open the left further most cabinet to grab at the squeeze bottle of honey they had there. He tugged it down then hopped back to his place before the kettle; the air warming from the heat generated from it. It was rather nice.

Leaning forward, he grabbed at his coffee cup hanging on the wall on its little white hook. Placing it down, he popped the cap of the honey to begin drizzling into the bottom of his cup when he blinked. Glancing over his shoulder, he paused when he caught it again; the metallic rattle of the doorknob. The scrape then click of they key in the lock as the door was unlocked. Turning slightly, he put the honey down before grabbing his cane and began to hobble across the kitchen when the door flew open quickly.

A gust of cold air coming with a flushed Hizashi shuffling over the welcome mat with snow clinging to his boots. Sprinkled in his hair as he shuffled in then shut the door quickly. The blonde sighed out when his gaze lifted to him standing in the kitchen doorway when a smile bloomed over his lips but he was hardly thinking. He was surging forward as fast as he could to the blonde who tugged at his scarf which pooled into his hand that he hung up quickly. Tugging at the zipper of his coat when he let his cane drop.

Clattering to the floor once he was within reaching distance of his husband to which he threw his arms around the blonde. Frigid coat with its melting flakes of snow and all. He kissed at a freezing cold cheek with the blonde stumbling back to lean against the door as he moved with him awkwardly as he kissed at that cold face. The tip of his nose a brilliant red, just like his cheeks, when the blonde began to giggle as gloved hands came down to rest on his waist. Twisting him closer rather than push him away.

Holding him close as he kissed at his husband's cold face with frigid lips pressing against his own warm cheeks like specks of frigid coldness. Kisses that were given until he was nuzzling up beneath his husband's jaw as he twisted close. Holding himself close to the blonde who smelled like the frigid air outside. However, over that biting cold he caught the faintest scents of incense that clung onto him from his classes as the man giggled. Hands kneading at his waist when his husband nuzzled the top of his head.

"Where-" A kiss up below his husband's jaw had the blonde shuddering when he lifted his head up to kiss at his jaw. Gloved hands slid along his waist with their fabric rubbing against his skin when Hizashi flipped it up to which he reached down to grab at his fingers. Tugging at his gloves as he trailed his lips along the blonde's jawline with the man's breath trembling slightly when he got his gloves off. His hands were freezing. Utterly frigid when he nipped at his jaw sharply. "The fuck have you been?"

"Um, well, my lessons went a little longer than expected! And then traffic was an absolute bitch surprisingly given how shitty it is outside! But I wanted to stop by the store but figured I'd better head home before it got too late!" Lips pressed to his cheekbone then to the arch of his brow with trembling breaths fanning over his forehead before lips pressed against them. "But I apologize for being late coming home, baby. The last thing I want is to make you upset or anxious but I'm home! You wanna hear what I learned about?"

"Mmm, I accept your apology, Zashi. Just- Please text me next time? Or call me to bitch about it? That way I know you're at least on your way home and safe?" He got a nod when he sighed out before pulling back from his husband carefully when the blonde beat him to it to pick up his cane. Pushing it into his grasp, he clung to it when he moved back a step to allow his husband the space to get his coat off. "But please do enlighten me about what you could have possibly learned about this time?"

"Hair bondage!" He blinked at the cheerful tone of his husband, hushed to keep from alerting anyone upstairs when the blonde tugged his coat off and his hat with the coat going up on the hook and the gloves in his hands being put into Hizashi's who then navigated carefully around him to place his hat and gloves on the heater. Then the blonde turned to him with a sparkle to his gaze. "I learned about hair bondage and I really, really wanna try it on you! Would you be down for it?"

"You know the day I say no to anything sexual with you is the day you can assume the apocalypse is starting." The blonde let out a barking laugh when he grinned at the man who carefully got his boots off then stuffed under the heater that would create a puddle to clean up. At least, if the heater didn't dry it up first for them but it was unlikely. He then sighed out as he leaned onto his cane slightly to keep himself balanced. "Can you at least tell me what hair bondage is, Zashi, before we do it?"

"Oh! Well, you know shibari? The idea of hair bondage is just that! I use a rope in your hair to create a column or series of knots that bind your hair back then I use a rope on the rest of you and connecting them, so it creates a constant, consistent pull on your hair! And it keeps you still." The blonde stepped closer to him then with socked feet thudding over the floor with blonde brows raising. "I don't know about you but I think it'd be pretty hot. Tell me, baby, do you want to do some shibari tonight? Try the hair bondage?"

Oh, he wants to try. His husband's words may be weak, but they painted the perfect image in his head without needing to be graphic of vulgar. The idea of his husband wrapping and looping the rope over his chest to create a harness around his torso and down his arms to keep them bound together. To keep him from moving. And the idea of rope binding his hair down to the rope lining his back? Keeping him still? Unable to move? To squirm? It sounds fucking hot. "I also think that sounds pretty fucking hot."

Eyes widened slightly at him, as if taken aback that he would agree so readily. However, the excited grin that curled over his husband's lips as frigid hands reached out to slid along his waist as the blonde stepped closer was infectious. There was a sparkle to those green eyes as his husband stepped closer to him. Licking at his grinning lips when Hizashi's head tilted to the side slightly with that gaze locking onto his. As if seeing if he was joking. Playing with him. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." He lifted his free hand up to touch a freezing cold, rosy cheek gently. His husband was utterly freezing from the cold outside, but he had not a doubt that he'd be warming up very quickly. He then took a breath that trembled on its way in then out as he traced his fingers over the smatterings of freckles on his cheeks. "I trust you, Zashi, you know that, right? I trust that if you know how to do hair bondage then I'm more than willing to try it. I trust that you won't do something that would negatively hurt me."

"Never! You'll only ever get pleasurable pain from me, baby!" Hands came up then to cup his face with thumbs moving over his cheekbones when eyes flicked to the kitchen behind them where the kettle bubbled with gurgles. The blonde's glass slipped down his nose slightly but then he grinned with cool lips pressing to the tip of his nose. And then hands were dropping with arms curling down around his knee and lower back. Heaving into his arms with a yelp as he was cradled. "Let's get you to the bedroom, yeah?"

"Warn me next time you do that, jerk!" He hissed as he clung onto the man when his husband bounced him up into his arms securely with a grunt as his cane thudded deafeningly to the floor with a rattle as his husband then grinned with that sheepishness to it. A playful sparkle as he clung onto the blonde's thick sweater desperately with his back tensing. Fighting the urge to squirm and adjust himself. "God, you know I hate it when you do that without warning!"

"But I also know you love it, don't you?" He pinched his lips together as he glanced away from his husband who hummed at him with that smug little grin on his lips. The blonde then stepped over his cane to walk them briskly down the hallway on socked feet that thudded in the silence. Flying down the remainder of the hallway into the kitchen then turning, skimming past the fridge, to thier small hallway. "Mhmmm, that's what I thought! Someone likes being swept of his feet now and again!"

"Oh, shut up!" He tried to keep that playfulness out of his voice while he clung onto his husband who adjusted his hold briefly as his cheeks warmed when Hizashi smirked at him. And then lips were coming down on his once, twice, three times in pecks that had his heart skipping in his chest. He happily returned those kisses before trailing his lips over his cold cheek towards the side of his face when he tightened his arms around the blonde. "Do you want to use the shibari rope all over? Or the capture weapon?"

"I think I can wing it if you wanna use the capture weapon! But I think I want to see you wrapped up in the ropes, baby! It's been a while since we've used them, hasn't it?" He fought the urge to squirm when they came into the bedroom when he kissed at that cold cheek. Fingers plucking at the few strands that fell loose from his husband's bun as the blonde walked him towards the bed. "Tell me, do I even need to get you ready? Or did you fuck yourself with your fingers so good you're ready to go? Or do you have a plug in?"

Twisting in his husband's arms, they stood before the bed as breaths fanned over his lips teasingly when he glanced down at them. Grinning. It sent a shiver through him as he twisted closer to his husband with his arms tightening around his shoulders when he tugged at his husband's bun with blonde locks spilling down his back when he worked it down. Throwing the ponytail onto the bed when he cupped a cold cheek then leaned back to nip at his ear. "Why don't you find out?"

Hizashi's breath hitched as it caught in his throat when he bit at his earlobe with a shudder running over the man at the click of jewelry hitting off of his teeth. Then he sucked the frigid thing into his mouth loving the way arms tightened around him as they squeezed his thighs together. As cross as he might be with Hizashi being late from his classes, he'd been wanting this tonight. He had planned a night where they would make love when the man returned home but he'd been late. It hadn't spoiled his plans.

They could still have sex. But now, if anything, he wants this man to fuck him into the bed and ruin him. To tie him up and leave him helpless to whatever the blonde decided to do to him while his arms were bound behind him. He had no clue how hair bondage would work into this, but he was willing to find out. To discover how it would work. He suckled at his earlobe gently before letting it go as the blonde then lowered him to the bed where he sat on the edge of the bed with the blonde looking down at him.

He caught that flicker of desire to his gaze. His pupils expanding ever so slightly when the blonde wavered before holding up a finger to which he nodded as the man spun on his feet. Rushing off across their bedroom to their open bedroom doors and down the hallway in a flurry of thudding footsteps. Taking a breath, he reached down to grab the hem of his pajama shirt which he flipped up quickly to his chest with trembling hands. Tugging it up over his head as he pulled his arms through the sleeves.

Working the fabric up over his head quickly with his hair sneaking through the neckline of it when he worked himself free. Popping out he tossed the shirt onto the floor then stood up carefully to work his pajama bottoms from his hips. Down his thighs to which he dropped back to the bed with a huff as his hair flew around his shoulders and face. He worked his pants down past his knees to drop down his calves as he kicked his foot free. Then he turned to the bedside table where he tugged it open with a hum.

He tugged the wipes out to put on the surface of the table beneath the lamp. Grabbing the lube, he tossed it onto the bed towards the middle of it without a second glance. He then reached into the drawer for the box of condoms which he all but tore open. He was ready for his husband. He had made sure to go through the steps to not only make sure he was cleaned out and cleaned but stretched out the best he could with his fingers. Then, when he stretched out as much as he could, he made a decision.

An hour before his husband got out to slip a plug into himself with that glittering green gem winking up at him. He'd been more than happy to slip it in for an hour but when the blonde failed to come home on time, he'd chalked it up to chance. He didn't mind keeping the plug in for two hours as he'd worn plugs for much longer. He gave a curious clench around the plug which sent a shiver up his back when he tugged a condom off the chain then tucked it away before tossing the box into the drawer.

And thudding feet were racing down the hallway towards him much to his delight as he held the condom with his teeth. His husband flew into the doorway with green eyes locking onto him to which the blonde sucked in a sharp breath when he crawled back on the bed. And he decided to shoot a cheeky wink at his husband; a rare occurrence to the blonde. Something he didn't do often but it had the man turning redder than an apple. A tomato. That shade of red was lovely on the blonde who had already been rosy cheeked.

He then settled himself near the foot of the bed when the bedroom doors were shut quickly but quietly as they came together with a thud. And then the lock was being flipped into place and his husband racing over to the dresser where he tugged open the second drawer. They kept the ropes bunched beneath his pajama drawer as there was no room in the top drawer for them. Not without the drawers catching and wedging on the thick ropes so they used the second biggest drawer;. The pajama drawer.

He watched as his husband produced the brilliant scarlet rope and the deep black. He found himself squirming at the sight of their ropes as his breath caught quietly in his throat as he let go of the condom as it fluttered to the bed. He crawled to the edge of the bed where Hizashi met him half way as he began unwinding the black rope. Silky in the low lighting of the bedroom. Hizashi had once said he was biased but that he looked lovely in the black rope when they first bought it. A biased opinion he adored.

It was a sentiment that continued to be shared each time he was wrapped up in it, but he never failed to feel that thrill each time Hizashi mentioned it. He kept himself front facing the blonde who smiled at him before throwing the rope around him to tug firmly across the center of his back.

A shiver raced down his back when he met that gaze filled with such desire as he inched closer to the edge of the bed on his knees with the blonde smirking at him. And he let his eyes flutter shut as the blonde began to settle into quick work. Holding himself still, he let the blonde get to work on working the rope around him. He was flushed as the blonde began peeking forward and working the rope around his shoulders, his chest, carefully with tucks and loops. Loose knots being formed which would be tightened.

Twisted into place when his husband was certain he got it right. It was what he loved the most about letting his husband bind him up. Letting himself sink into the relaxation that came with each line roped around him. An intricate harness being made around his chest and shoulders with dangling ends being used to tug the harness into place over his chest. Around his back and sides. It had him breathing steadily with his lashes trembling before coming down on his cheeks as he let himself melt under his husband's hands.

Fingertips brushing his skin were frigid, but he didn't mind it when they danced lightly over his skin with the familiarity of making that familiar harness of his. An old one they'd used in the beginning days of his husband's shibari. It was comforting as he let his head hang back slightly with his hair tickling his back. His husband clicked his tongue at him but he was melting. Sinking. He was more than happy to hand himself over to his husband. Relief flowing through his system at merely having the man home.

Having him somewhere he could see him. Home where he was safer than he was out there on the slippery roads. Ironic he worried about his husband crashing or hurting himself when he himself had lost an eye and leg to a war. When he had lost more than the blonde. But he wanted his husband safe where he could see him. That's all he ever wanted, wasn't it? To make sure Hizashi was safe? Hizashi was all he had left from his youth. There was Tensei, of course, but they weren't particularly close nowadays.

Besides, Hizashi was his husband. He tried to push the thought away, but God knows what he'd do if he ever lost the blonde. What would he do with himself if something like that happened? The soft drag of rope over his skin tore him out of his thoughts when the blonde hummed softly with knots being tightened into place.

His chest framed by the rope in a diamond shape similar to the way it would had he had breasts. Framing it beautifully already as line after line of rope was worked around his torso with fingertips brushing over his skin. Light, fluttering caresses that had goosebumps raising over his skin. He could scold his husband more thoroughly in the morning. He'd make sure to put more emphasis on how he felt tonight if he had to do so. In the morning, when he could think around the fog that was steadily covering his mind leaving him fuzzy.

Already, he felt so damn fuzzy with the tickling edges along his mind promising to turn into that all too familiar subspace. Ohh, when was the last time he had dropped into it? It had been too long since they did anything close to a scene together. And if that spell was broken by shibari then goddammit, he'd happily take it tonight. But first thing in the morning, he swore to himself that he would chew out the blonde properly about keeping him in the loop. He'd give him a minilecture on keeping him in up to date with texts.

Awake or not, he'd appreciate knowing what his husband was safe. That he was making sure to stay safe. He'd do it first thing in the morning over coffees before they went out to shovel out the foot they were getting tonight. He swayed slightly when he dug his knees into the bed to remain still when his husband chuckled softly behind him. As if he were amused by the effect the shibari had on him; a reaction that came no matter how many times he'd been bound. Three years of shibari or two, it didn't matter for it always left him feeling fuzzy.

Dizzy. As if he were sinking, sinking, sinking in his own skin. The rope tightening just enough to press into his skin with that light bite to get his heart jumping against his chest. His husband was so fast with his harnesses that it felt like blinking, and it was done. He had to figure it was thanks to three years of shibari that had his husband so effective at it. Efficient. It was honestly amazing his husband could do this. Hands then slid down his shoulders to squeeze at his biceps. Sliding down to his forearms to coax his arms backwards together.

Oh.

Oh.

It had his stomach fluttering as hands slid over his forearms gently to bring his hands together when he dragged his teeth over his lip as he held his arms together and the remainder of the rope was used to bind his arms together. From forearm to wrist he was bound tightly together with not a chance of a give but nothing so tight he can't move. It had his heart jumping in his chest to his throat as his husband tightened knots with fingers tugging at ropes. Lifting them up then letting them snap back into place.

And then his husband kissed his shoulder before hands slid away from him briefly leaving him wobbling on his knees. Wanting those fingers to trace over his skin again. And yet the blonde was doing something behind him when he felt hands gathering his hair up. Tugging it upwards into a ponytail that felt far more clumsy than anything else but he didn't mind it when the blonde tightened into place. Fingers tugging through it to no doubt smooth it out when he felt the blonde beginning to wrap the rope around it.

It was a slow process, not at all confident like his upper body and arms had been. There was a slowness that he recognized as his husband focusing on his rope rather than quickly flying through it. If this was something he just learned tonight then it made sense that the blonde would be moving slower. He held himself still as his hair was tugged, twisted, and lifted up then tugged down which pulled at his scalp when he winced but he blonde merely murmured an apology before continuing with his lifting and tugging.

Working the rope around it when suddenly there was a tight constriction on his ponytail with his husband easing his head backwards with the roped knots in his hair tugged his head back when his husband tied the end of that rope to the middle of his back where the ropes overlapped. And it did create a consistent pull on his scalp; something that sent shivers down his back with the tugs from the blonde's hands. Sharp pulls that had his breath catching in his throat when the rope was knotted together much to his delight.

It forced his head back. Stuck in that bent position with the pull on his scalp had him mindful of each twitch of his back. Of his arms. A pull on his scalp had that silent promise of leaving him tender. Of leaving his scalp aching by the time they were done here and he wants that more than fucking anything. Hair bondage may not have been on his mind when he thought of sex tonight with his husband but goddammit, he didn't mind it one fucking bit. If anything, the fact he couldn't lift his head upright was thrilling.

Knowing any movement he made from here on out would tug on his hair? Would force him to stay still just to avoid aggravating his tender scalp further? It had his dick twitching in a volley within his boxers. It had his stomach pooling with that all too familiar ache for the blonde to touch him. For him to touch the blonde. An ache that spread down to his crotch where his dick twitched curiously when he tried to lift his head. A slight, subtle lift was all he aimed for only to feel the protest over his scalp.

It had his breath hitching when he let his head hang back only to feel a much different pull on his scalp. There was no winning with the bondage on his hair. And he fucking loves it. He looked up at his husband who was staring at him with an intensity to that gaze that had him shuddering. And then, he happily got the pleasure of those soft, cold lips coming down on his own. He sighed out at the touch of those soft lips with a similar sigh fanning over his cheek when hands slid along his waist when he melted back against his husband's chest.

His hair was tugged at no matter the choice he made much to his delight as it kept up a consistent pull on his scalp causing discomfort to shriek over it; sending sparks down his back. A familiar pleasure to having his hair ripped and yanked at. It had him groaning lowly in his throat as he moved his lips against his husband's who slid his hands along his sides with a reverent tenderness to leave him swooning. Lips moving slowly against his with that firm press as he moved his lips with the blonde's with that smolder.

Hands slid up and down, up and down, with playful flicks at the ropes. Lifting them up then letting them snap down against his skin with light hits that had his skin tingling. Buzzing. Excitement clawing into his chest at the light bite of the rope as it framed his chest beautifully the way it would had he had breasts. Digging just enough into his skin to get his breaths trembling slightly with that breathless excitement clawing its place into his chest. Making a damn groove into him as lips slid against his slowly.

Passionately. It had his heart sprinting against his chest with that odd swooning weightlessness leaving him breathless as he leaned back. His husband didn't have the broadest chest but God if it didn't feel good to lean back against him as he moved his lips against those soft ones. Admiring their slight plump tonight. How they melted to shape and mold to fit against his own with that comfortable fit. It had him clenching around the plug out of habit when hands slid along his sides down to his waist.

Over his hips before reaching back to caress his ass as he let out a shuddering breath. Hands then swept down to his thighs to knead at him briefly with hands sliding along his thighs leaving him humming in approval at the blonde when hands came up. Sliding over his hips once more where they squeezed at him. Thumbs tracing along the exposed bone with slides along the waistband of his boxers teasingly with his thumbs sneaking beneath it. Lifting it up then letting the band snap back against his skin.

A teasing ploy that had his heart skipping. Stumbling over its sprinting speed as his stomach fluttered before dropping. A sickening sensation that had him huffing out as he moved his lips against those lightly chapped, cold lips. Warming beneath his own as they slid against his firmly with the quiet whispering filling the quiet. Trembling breaths fanning over warming cheeks. He could spend all night just like this if he had a choice. Bound up in this silky black rope that dug in just enough into his skin to get him hot.

Heat flickered lazily beneath his skin with that desire twisting into him. Grabbing at his bones. A fervent hold that had him shuddering while he moved his lip with Hizashi's with a hum leaving the blonde as another sigh fanned over his cheek. He'd scold this man tomorrow but tonight he was his. He may have been late, he may not have texted, but he was here now. And his plans didn't need to change like he thought they would. He planned on fucking this man tonight whether it was hard and fast.

Whether it was making love or something slower than that. He was going to have him any way he could. Tomorrow he'd give his husband hell for being late without saying a thing to him. Not even a heads up. He shoved the thoughts down when hands squeezed at his hips before sliding up to slide along his waist. Kneading gently at him with that pressure to get him twitching with a sigh of his own leaving him. He melted into his chest as he wriggled his wrists curiously against the bindings. Trying to find a give.

Tugging outwards only to find none much to his delight. It had his husband's hands squeezing at him when he no doubt felt their wriggling between them. Undeniable. A breath fanned over his cheek on an exhale as hands slid along his waist before sweeping up his sides in another caress that curved forward with hands sliding over his stomach. Muscles jumping in a vicious quiver had him shuddering against the blonde. His dick gave a volley of twitches with that interest as he squirmed. His hair being tugged at.

A faint ache already beginning in the back of his head. He should have asked the side effects of this but he didn't mind it. Wouldn't mind it. He moved his lips against Hizashi's as he returned that passion that was bubbling into the kiss with a smoldering heat that left him flushed. The hands roaming over his stomach before sliding down to his hips were warming. No longer the frigid redness he'd seen before he'd bet. He happily twisted back into his husband's hold as fingers traced along the waistband of his boxers teasingly.

It had his heart jumping in his chest when he felt a hand sliding down. The quiet rustle of that hand moving over the fabric only to come down to palm at his crotch shamelessly sending a shiver up his back. Kneading at him. Firm squeezes that had his lashes fluttering on his cheeks as he let out a groan to his husband. Squirming his arms in their braced position with that excitement flaring in his chest. His breaths shuddering out of him on a wheeze when his dick dared to give a twitch beneath that kneading palm.

Sliding slowly over him with a firm curl to his fingers as he kneaded at him. It had his back arching slightly with a huff leaving him at the relief it gave him from the ache that had been fluttering to life in his lower stomach. It had him squirming slightly with his knees sliding over the bed as he did his bet to keep from putting to much weight on the right side. Anything to avoid a flare up of discomfort. He sank slightly with hips arching forward to press shamelessly into his husband's kneading hand with a shudder.

His stomach fluttering when he got an approving groan from the man. Lips sliding fervently against his with that slow speed to leave him a smoldering mess. A flaming heat sizzling along his bones surged up to rake beneath the surface of his skin when Hizashi cupped his groin. His thumb rolling circles into the head of his dick. It had the damn thing twitching in another volley that had his hips twitching forward with thighs spreading apart. A shameless display. One that had his cheeks burning fiercely at.

It was one that, if he had an outwards view, would speak of that submission. Of that pleasure coursing up his back only to pool into his stomach when the blonde turned to his slow, kneading rub at him. The hand on his waist moved in unison with it's twin. Kneading at him to relax. To give in to that heat boiling under his skin already. As if Hizashi didn't know that he'd already given in. He was already drowning in that pleasure even if it felt weak at the moment. He happily sank back against the blonde's chest.

He let out a slow breath at the pleasure of that kneading hand. Sliding over him in slow rubs with fingers curling in to rub at his twitching dick. God, his husband was already giving him more than he knew. He clenched around his plug sending a shock up his back of pleasure that had him shuddering with his heart stuttering over its wildly skipping beats. He wriggled his arms in their holds with his back arching slightly. It tugged at his hair with his subtle movement, his arching back, and it tugged sharply at his hair.

It had him groaning quietly to himself at that tug on his hair. God, it was a consistent pull that was never-ending. It had him writhing as he tugged at his restraints with the desire to twist his fingers into his husband's hair. To hold onto him. To reach back and touch that rosy cheek. Instead, he merely moved his lips against the blonde's with that passion. Returning that desire that twisted sharply within him when hands slid over his waist. His crotch. Rubbing at him as his stomach flipped with the pleasure pooling into it.

And out of pure curiosity, he clenched around his plug that he'd slipped into himself earlier. It sent a tingle racing up his back that had him letting out a shuddering breath. The consistent tug on his scalp was so fucking good. It had him huffing out as he moved his lips quicker against Hizashi's; delighted when the blonde followed along with him. His lips sliding quickly against his with that sharp smack ringing out as the quiet slid of that hand over his boxers rang out when his dick twitched excitedly.

Helpless in his husband's arms. Unable to push or shove him away or turn himself over properly if he wanted too. It was what made shibari so fucking exciting to him. Had him floating in his own damn hair as he squirmed with his hips arching forward shamelessly to press into his husband's hand. Thrusting against that rubbing palm with a moan as his husband groaned at him with lips pressing harder to his own. Resulting in that sharp smack ringing out deafeningly in the quiet atmosphere of their bedroom.

Trembling breaths being taken that were slowly but gradually racing. The sound of his husband's hand rubbing over his clothed crotch with such shamelessness it had his thighs spreading wide, wide, wide when his husband's other hand slid from his waist to his hip. Down towards his thigh where fingertips brushed over his inner thigh before his arm curved forward. His palm pressing against it in a rubbing caress that had his muscles trembling as he let out a huffing breath at the squeeze given to him.

God, it was far better than what he had in mind. And he was more than happy to play this helpless role for the first round of the night. He didn't want Hizashi's piercings to swell up but those hands toying with him were driving him up the fucking wall. He was being rubbed, kneaded, with that hand targeting his inner thigh causing it to tremble. Sliding forward to the front of his thigh before coming to the side of it. Sliding. Caressing in time with the hand palming at his twitching dick. And God, if he wasn't receptive.

If these small movements were doing nothing but just riling him up further the longer they indulged in them. Riling him up long before they could begin. His toes curled tightly with excitement twisting into his chest when his husband then slid his hands from his thigh. His crotch. Sliding over his stomach to come up where fingers plucked idly at his ropes that held him in place much to his delight. Then fingers were coming up to brush over his nipples in a trailing caress that had him whimpering at his husband.

He arched his chest forward instinctively only to wince. For his whimper to crest up in volume when the action tugged sharply at his hair. It had him squirming with his thighs trembling as his dick twitched at the sparks racing down his back. Pooling into his stomach. He huffed through his nose when fingers trailed over his nipples again that were already hardening long before his husband trailed his fingers over them. Hardening from the excitement. The chill. But fuck, it sent tingles pooling to his stomach.

Feeding into the ache there with each light trailing caress of those fingers over his nipples. The brush of his palms over it. God, it had him writhing with a whimper as he moved his lips frantically against Hizashi's who pressed harder against his. A hard kiss that had him squirming in his place with palms brushing over his nipples in an upwards caress. Fingers trailing over them on those downwards slides. The sharp smacks of their moving lips were deafening in the quiet of their bedroom with those shaking pants being taken.

Racing with anticipation. Excitement. And then fingers were coming together to give a pert pinch to his nipples to get his back arching again. A subconscious action that led to him jolting at the yank on his hair from the rope twisted into it and it had him moaning out in surprise at the heat it sent bursting under his skin. His husband was going to drive him insane long before he even discovered the plug with its glittering green gem. He wanted to howl. To demand for Hizashi to touch him properly and flip him over.

To press up against him to soothe the ache throbbing in his crotch now that that slender hand no longer rubbed at him. He wants the blonde to fuck him but yet there was an interest in seeing where this would go. What his husband would do to toy with him a little more. He couldn't deny he was impatient tonight; perhaps that made him spoiled. Made him a brat. His husband was only half an hour late past that hour mark when he was to return home, but many people would wait two hours for their spouse.

And here he was, impatient because he hadn't fucked his husband sooner. Would Hizashi find that endearing? Or would he spank him with those paddles of theirs until he had the imprint of 'slut' on his ass from his favorite paddle? Would Hizashi scold him? Or would he take pity on him? It had him whimpering at the infinite questions of his with multiple different outcomes. It all worked to excite him. To get him fucking hot. Fingers tightened their pinch on his nipples tearing a keening moan out of him at the discomfort running over his scalp.

Begging him to stop arching his back from the tugs that sent shrieking sparks over his scalp. Heated sparks down his back. It had his dick twitching in a volley at the heat raking beneath the surface of his skin while lips slid against his. Kissing him with a hunger that he returned without a second thought. A passion that had him breathless when fingers tugged sharply at his nipples. As if to coax him into arching. Daring him too. As if Hizashi knew how painful it felt. How deliciously, amazingly painful it was.

Did he? Was that why he was late? He wanted to ask but he couldn't bring himself to ruin the immersion of the moment with his husband when hands slid down his chest. Over his stomach before reaching down to flick playfully at the waistband of his boxers. God, he'd never wanted to touch his husband more. He's never wanted to touch that silky blonde hair or caress his cool skin until it was warming beneath his palms. Funny how once his ability to touch Hizashi was taken away that he wanted to do it all the more.

How once it was gone that it was all he wanted to do. It had him whining into that passionate, hungry kiss of theirs that had him moving his lips faster. Fast slides that rang out with sharp smacks to fill the quiet of their bedroom. Fuck, he swore his nipples were tingling from that hard pinch when fingers flicked at his boxers again teasingly. Flipping it back then letting the elastic band snap against his waist. Whimpering, he arched his hips forward when his dick twitched. A wet drop soaked into the fabric then another.

Another, another, another. Dripping before he even got hard? God, it had him squirming eagerly when the blonde slid his hand down again to cup his crotch with a firm squeeze that had him moaning. A deafening burst of sound when the blonde squeezed, squeezed, squeezed before lifting his hold slightly. His thumb rolling into the head of his twitching dick where those wet drips had soaked into the fabric. Loving the moan, it earned him from his husband who held him closer as his foot dangled off of the edge of the bed.

Impossibly close when he felt hips shifting forward and God, if it didn't get him moaning to feel that hard-on pressing against him. A bulge rubbing itself against his ass that had that blood gushing down. Streaking fast, fast, fast leaving him gasping through his nose as lips crushed themselves to his as hips ground forward against him idly. What had the blonde done that had gotten him so hard so fast? What had triggered an erection that fast? He wished he knew but he couldn't focus on it properly.

Not when blood was gushing through his veins so fucking fast it burns as it pooled to his twitching dick. Frantic. His husband rubbed at him with that blood flow gushing as he began to harden with a moan tearing out of the both of them. A trembling chorus of a sound when his back arched unthinkingly. It tugged at his hair tearing another moan out of him that crested up in volume. Already his scalp felt tender. He didn't want to stop. He wanted his husband's hands to yank at his hair as he went down on him.

He wants those hands in his hair as he fucked himself on his dick. He wants the blonde to hold the ends of the rope and keep his hair in the bondage. He wants everything that this man can give him tonight. Everything he can take that he can give back to his husband to keep from being greedy. Spoiled. His hardening dick twitched as Hizashi's hand squeezed at him when hands slid upwards to curl into the waistband of his boxers. And it had him groaning when his boxers were pushed down to his upper thighs.

His half- hard erection freed from his boxers. Lips crushed themselves to his with fervent, passionate, hungry kisses that he returned without a second thought. Kisses that had him hotter than those hands roaming over his skin. His body. Lips lifted away from his briefly with gasps being taken when he chased after those warm lips. They came down on his once, twice, three times more before pulling away when the blonde leaned him forward. Rolling him to his side to keep him from pinning his hair beneath him.

He appreciated it more than he could say when he watched his husband reach for the condom. The lube. It had his breaths racing with anticipation as he tried to lift his head to watch hands dipping into the waistband of the jeggings his husband wore today. God, he hated calling them jeggings but there was no other word for them. He watched with racing, hitching breaths as he squirmed with his inner walls spasming around his plug. Squeezing tightly around it when Hizashi coaxed his pants and boxers down.

And God he hated it but his mouth was utterly watering at the awkward view he had of his husband's erection. At the dripping head that was flushed a soft red down to the piercings that glittered in a gleaming ladder along the underside of his erection. It had him squirming with drool threatening to drip down his cheek if he dared open his mouth now. He writhed desperately with his eyes locked on his husband as the lube was used to squeeze a small dollop on his fingers. Watching the blonde with his awkward view with a squirm.

Watching as he rubbed it over his glittering piercings. God, did he love them. He dragged his teeth over his lip when Hizashi lifted his hand away to rip into the condom as he admired the way his erection curved up to rest against his stomach. The fullness of it with that gushing blood flow to it. Slender but far thicker than it was when flaccid. And it had his mouth watering at the sight if it when the blonde reached down with the condom held by trembling fingers. The slippery ring being pressed to the head then rolled downwards.

He squirmed eagerly with his racing breaths cresting into that light panting as his inner walls trembled. Squeezing. Clenching around that damn plug for all their worth when his husband tugged the condom down over his piercings. Careful of them as fingers worked to tug it down to the base with a hum leaving the blonde. Green eyes locking onto him were utterly breathtaking with pupils blown wide rendering the green to mere rings of color. That blush smothering itself over his cheeks that was utterly beautiful.

It no doubt smothered itself down to his collar bone if his shirt were off. Stinging crimson in the tips of his ears. It was a beautiful sight behind him as the blonde tugged at the end of the condom before lifting his hands up. Grabbing at his waist as he was rolled briefly onto his stomach with his knees digging into the bed. His left foot dangling off the bed when hands rubbed over his ass in a caress. Rubbing before kneading fingers dug into him much to his delight when his husband then pulled him apart.

And a low groan left the man at the sight of the glittering gem no doubt. Fingers tapped sharply at the end of it nudging it deeper. It just barely hit below his prostate sending weak sparks up his back that had his pants trembling. And then his husband was tugging at the end of it. Pulling then thrusting it in shallowly teasingly before wiggling it side to side motion. And then he felt Hizashi beginning to actively pull the plug out of him with that gentle side to side despite the clench of his inner walls around it.

He whimpered with his inner walls spasming as he clenched but the thing came popping out with a slick squelch. Racing pants were taken when his husband arched his hips forward to rub against him slickly. A slick slide that had him whimpering up at his husband who rubbed against him with that light scratch of the condom causing his inner walls to spasm. Clenching with a twitch that had his husband groaning down at him with hands squeezing at his ass in those firm, kneading motions of his husband's hands.

It had his own erection coming up to tap against his stomach much to which he twitched in surprise. He'd forgotten about himself as he was far too wrapped up, too focused, on what Hizashi was doing to him than himself. God, it had him hot, hot, hot. His arm writhed in their bindings that kept his shoulders jerked back. The arch to his back tugged at his hair viciously to send spark of pain over his scalp. It'd leave him tender-headed for a few days but fuck, he didn't mind that one damn bit. It just made it better.

He squirmed with a groan at that slick, wet rubbing over his hole as his arms squirmed in their bindings. His hands curling into fists that tugged at the ropes that bit into his wrists mercilessly. It had him groaning out again as his husband continued to rub teasingly over his hole causing it to twitch. His inner walls to spasm together as hands kneaded at his ass mercilessly with hard squeezes that sent shivers up his back. God, he loves this man. He could easily look past Hizashi being half an hour late home.

However, he found that he didn't want to let him completely off the hook. He bit at his lip when the blonde ground his erection against his hole playfully before a hand pulled away from his right cheek. If his hands could, he'd reach down to hold himself open the way he always did but it was hard. Impossible when his back would arch, and it would rip at his hair. It sent a shiver down his back at the thought, but he happily stayed still when eh adjusted his view over his shoulder at the blonde. Straining his eye to watch.

Watching as Hizashi grabbed at his erection followed by the slick nudge of the head against his hole. Nudging, nudging, nudging. He knew his husband would slip in; he knew it, but the blonde was nudging at him playfully instead tearing a reedy whine out of him. He squirmed again with that impatience clawing to the surface but God if that squirm did tug sharply at his hair. A reminder for him to stay still. To stop moving or else it would keep tugging at his hair when his scalp already felt so tender. Fuck him, he loves it.

Ohh, he could happily indulge in hair bondage again. He wants too. He squirmed again with a whimper when his husband nudged at him before finally, finally, finally slipping into him with a slick slide that had gasps being taken. And God, his gasp flew out on a keening moan at the blonde as hands slid to grip at his waist. Holding onto him while his husband slid forward into him slickly. A snapping groan flying out of the man when he was wobbling with arms curling around his stomach and his chest carefully.

And then he was being heaved back up onto his knees where he flew back to hit against his husband's chest. Both gasping with his head falling onto his shoulders when hips began to grind against him. Tight circles that had him jumping to join with that grinding giddily when he wriggled his arms in his bindings causing his shoulder to wiggle slightly with his husband groaning at him.

Arms tightened around him slightly before hands slid down his sides in a caress that had him gasping as he ground himself back in tight circles against the blonde's pelvis. God, he wants this man to touch him all night. To touch him the way he was right now with hands traveling down his sides to his waist. Down to his trembling thighs as his left foot dangled off of the edge of the bed with his knees digging into the bed to aid in his grinding. Tight circles that ate him up as that light squelching rang out as hands slid over his thighs.

Muscles jumping in a fierce quiver when Hizashi's hands slid over them then slid inwards to brush over his inner thighs. His teeth dug into his lip then in another bite as he pressed his head back to the blonde's shoulder and God if it didn't get his scalp screaming. That consistent pull on his scalp left it tender but he happily ignored it in favor of letting the blonde's hands wander over him. Brushing over his feverish skin with a reverence that had his thighs shaking as his erection throbbed insistently against his stomach.

Dripping pre-come shamelessly that smeared onto his happy trail as he squirmed slightly when hands slid over his stomach. Moving on either side of his erection yet not touching. Not yet. He could hear those two words so damn clearly as he ground himself back against the blonde with racing pants being taken by the both of them. Lips trailed over his shoulder around the rope winded over it. Soft kisses with teeth nipping at him to break it up as hands slid up to squeeze at his chest fiercely. It was damn good.

fingers sneaking beneath the ropes to lift it up then letting it thud back into place against his chest. It was a snap that had his pounding heart skipping over its beats as his pants raced quickly with anticipation when Hizashi squeezed at his chest again with hips moving frantically together. He clenched tightly around that twitching erection with a sense of giddiness. Admiring the thickness to it from the blood flow. It sat innocently inside of him tearing a snapping moan out of him. He ground himself back frantically against his husband.

He then slid his hips forward then back in a hit against the blonde's pelvis. A snapping thrust back that had the man groaning into his neck with teeth scraping over the juncture where his neck gave way to his shoulder. Teasing him. He shuddered when hands swept down his chest to his waist to slid along it in a rub when he swung his hips forward then back. Another sharp thrust back that had hands tightening on him as hips moved frantically together. Grinding together in his thrusts that had him shuddering.

Then he swung his hips forward a third time then snapped back. Slick squelches ringing out with each thrust when he wriggled his arms in their bound position with his shoulders aching lightly when he dug his knees into the bed. He began to rock himself awkwardly back and forth, back and forth, back and forth with his hips snapping forward and backwards. Sharp thrusts back against his husband's pelvis with the slap of their meeting skin ringing out. Going hand in hand with the slick squelch of the lube and condom rubbing together.

Rocking himself quickly with hands clinging onto him as his husband moaned lowly in his ears as his sweater rubbed against his feverish skin. Why hadn't Hizashi taken it off yet? It didn't matter but he was curious about it. Snapping his hips back and forth, back and forth, with slicks squelches encouraging him onwards. The low moans and groans in his ears ringing with that silent encouragement kept him moving in his shallow depth as he snapped his hips back. Eager, eager, eager. Excited, excited, excited for this.

It was better than what he'd imagined for tonight but fuck if he didn't love it. If he didn't want to howl with delight as he snapped his hips back and forth quickly with hits against his husband that had hands tightening on his waist. Nails clawing over his waist. Clutching at him like he was a toy the blonde was desperate to keep close to him. He snapped his hips backwards giddily as he shuddered at the taut pull on his scalp that was driving him insane. It was something that had no reprieve. No give. It was never-ending.

Something that was tearing him apart from the inside out much to his delight. It was a consistent aching pull on his scalp that was unlike anything else. It was even better than when Hizashi's hand was buried in his hair to tug at it. This consistent pull was one that was driving him up the damn wall with the tenderness to his scalp. As if that rope was about to rip his damn hair off. He shuddered as he moved his hips quickly with huffing pants being taken by himself and his husband. Trembling. Racing.

He wished he could hold onto those forearms; to twist his fingers into silky blonde locks. To curl his arms back around him to hold onto the man as he fucked himself on the blonde, but he couldn't. Not tonight. Not if he was to remain in the ropes that bit delicately into his skin. It had him moaning as he pressed his head back against the blonde's shoulder. A jolt of that tender sensitivity streaking down his back but fuck if he didn't care. If he didn't love it. He squirmed desperately in between his snapping thrusts back.

Whimpering with that giddy delight as he wriggled his arms in his bindings. God, it felt so fucking good. Helpless in one sense but able to move and dictate what they did in another. It had him shuddering with his heart skipping over its pounding beats in his chest that throbbed quietly in his ears. Snapping himself back against his husband's pelvis when he felt hips twitching to thrust forward slightly. God if that didn't get him moaning encouragingly. He wants nothing more than for this man to move with him.

Snapping his hips in that tight rocking that had his knees digging desperately into the bed was eating up his concentration. Tensing to remain upright despite the hands holding him in place as he snapped himself back against the blonde's pelvis. He could feel the tickle of his course, wiry pubic hair brushing against his skin. What he'd give to have Hizashi throw him forward and pound into him right now. He wanted to whimper, wail, and insist he could handle it. That he could handle rough straight out the gate.

He'd had the plug in long enough that this man could pound him right now but no. No, no, no. As much as he would like too, he found there was a simplicity in starting them off with the shallow, snapping thrusts of his as he flew back to his husband's pelvis. Moaning to himself at the faint scratch of that condom through the lube against his inner walls. The rub of his husband's erection against his inner walls that were stretched open to accommodate the blonde's length. To take him effortlessly thanks to the plug.

It was fucking drool worthy. He was drowning, drowning, drowning in this heat that was sizzling under his skin. Through his veins. All from a few touches? Maybe. But he'd been wanting Hizashi for an hour before this so surely, he couldn't be blamed? He snapped his hips back harder against the blonde's pelvis; trying to encourage the man into moving with him. It had hips twitching forward much to his delight when he snapped back again with that same strength which had the blonde wobbling behind him.

Nails raked over his waist when his husband let him swing forward before hips struck at him when he snapped back. A clap of their skin meeting rang out in a shot of sound into the bedroom when he moaned at the blonde encouragingly. Enthusiastically. He wriggled in his husband's hold when he swung forward again then came back only to have hips striking forward to meet that thrust back sharply. Perfectly. It had his husband moaning when he clenched tightly around that twitching erection within him.

His arms wiggled desperately to strain against the ropes. He wants to touch Hizashi. He wants so badly just to touch the cheek that he just knew had to be that beautiful shade of red. He wants to twist his fingers into silky hair. To touch his soft skin and work that damn sweater off of him. He wants to wrap his arms and legs around him. To hold him the way he had when he'd come home but he knew that he couldn't. It had his arms writhing in his ropes with a moan flying out of him in response to that longing.

He rocked himself back and forth on his knees causing the bed to wobble beneath him. Jerking his hips forward and backwards with his husband meeting him thrust for thrust much to his delight with the crisp slap of their skin meeting filling the silence of the bedroom. Panting raggedly when he turned his head slightly causing his hair to be pulled at viciously, but he ignored it the best he could. To do so in favor of kissing at the side of his husband's neck; up beneath his jaw. Nipping at his jaw slightly.

Nipping at his earlobe the best he could in his position had nails raking over his waist leaving burning lines behind again tearing a keening moan out of him. He rocked himself fast, fast, fast with his hips swinging carelessly back and forth to snap forward then back against his pelvis to meet his husband halfway. Thrusts coming faster from the blonde as he fell into line with the rhythm he set. The pace. His pull back matching his swing forward as hands tugged him back lightly as he hit against the blonde's pelvis.

He just had to be thankful his hair wasn't down. He was much too hot to have the heavy weight of his hair spilling down his upper back for this. Snapping his hips back, a moan ripped out of his husband when he sucked his earlobe into his mouth gently to nibble at it. Rolling his tongue around it with his hips jerking back and forth eagerly as his husband met him thrust for thrust. Both comfortable in this shallow, snapping speed of theirs as they met in the middle with that crisp slap of their skin meeting.

It had him moaning into the blonde's ear as he tried to keep it down low in his throat to keep from overwhelming his poor husband's hearing aid. The last thing he wanted to do was lose it so close to the device. Too much feedback gave his husband's migraines. He curled his hands into tight fists as he nibbled at his earlobe with jewelry clicking off his teeth when he suckled on it. Pulling gently before popping off to trace the tip of his tongue along what he could reach of the shell of his ear. Flicking at the jewelry of his double helix.

Loving the way his husband was squirming behind him with racing pants fanning over his cheek as he nipped at his wet earlobe before straightening his head. And the relief had him moaning far louder than he intended but God if felt good to no longer have that taut pull on his scalp from the angle. He snapped his hips back against his pelvis with his husband moving with him with that same speed. The same strength. It had him squirming when he snapped his hips back harder in a burst that had his husband wobbling.

Then Hizashi slammed forward causing his hips to fly forward much to his delight. It had him whimpering as his erection twitched against his stomach before jerking up. Revealing translucent strands of pre-come connecting the head to his stomach before it rested back against his stomach. Huffing his pants in as he jerked his head back when his back arched. Faster, faster, faster. Harder, harder, harder. He slammed himself back against the blonde with pants trembling on their way down his throat.

Gasping for air that only fed the heat flaming beneath his skin. Razing him apart as he snapped his hips back and forth giddily with his heart thudding sickeningly against his chest when his husband slammed against him. Hard hits that had his lower half nudging forward with thrusts into the air. It had him writhing eagerly twisting his arms straining against the rope; trying to find a given only to be given none. It had him whining shrilly with delight at his husband as he jerked his hips back and forth quickly.

His eyes threatening to roll back at the rub of his husband's erection against his inner walls. The throbbing of his own erection resting on his stomach with drops of pre-come smearing onto his happy trail as nails twisted into his skin. Tugging lightly as he flew backwards with his husband moaning into the side of his neck. Like he was the best thing he'd had all night. It had his stomach flipping at the thought before dropping when he strained his wrists out with shaking fists twisting. He'd give anything to touch this man.

God, he was weightless in his own head. Gasping. Panting. He snapped his hips back harder, harder, harder while swinging forward faster, faster, faster. Lengthening his swing forward had his husband lengthening his pull back before both met in the middle with that deafening slap of skin meeting as his toes curled tightly. He couldn't get enough of this man. His arms and shoulders ached from fighting against the ropes. They bit lightly into his chest while the rope in his hair kept up its tight pull on his ponytail as he squirmed.

His scalp screaming with pain that sent sparks down his back. Fuck him, it was almost too much. It was enough to make a man come from it alone. He huffed desperately at the thought with his hips moving wildly with his back arching slightly at the pleasure running up it only to pool into his stomach. Sparks of heat that kept him feverish. Twisting as he slammed himself back to the blonde's pelvis with said blonde slamming forward to nudge him forward lightly. He needs, needs, needs Hizashi so badly.

Wants him just as bad. It had been his sole thought as he prepped himself earlier when he'd been texting the blonde on and off. When he'd been lying in bed fighting an erection as he fucked himself with his fingers. All he wants is to love him. To be an active participant and he was. He snapped his hips back and forth with his hips moving to lengthen his swings forward before slamming back with his husband following along with him. Mimicking his pull forward by lengthening his pull back. And fuck if it didn't feel good.

If that rub against his inner walls didn't get him moaning deafeningly as he let his head roll to the left away from his husband's ear which only yanked at his hair. It was insufferable. Annoying. But he loves it. Loves, loves, loves it. Moving his hips quickly to snap back against Hizashi's pelvis had the blonde moaning at him with that silent encouragement. All the enthusiastic ecstasy in the world to send shivers down his back as hips struck at him firmly to nudge his hips forward slightly as his dangling foot squirmed.

Toes curling tightly with the delight as the slick squelches of his movements rang out as he tightened around that twitching erection. God, the man felt so good inside of him. How did he ever go a day without this? How did he go a day without fucking his brains out? Without loving Hizashi like this? He huffed out as his mouth dropped open slightly with his arms squirming with the rest of him when nails raked up his sides towards his chest. His erection throbbing against his stomach frantically begged for attention.

He slammed himself back eagerly against his husband's pelvis with his back arching slightly which merely tugged at his hair. Hips moving together to get him gasping in his breaths as hands slid over his skin to squeeze at his chest with fingers flicking ruthlessly at his hardened nipples before they came together. Pinching sharply at his nipples with a harsh tug had him whimpering shrilly at his husband as his hips bucked backwards in a frenzy of slams against that pelvis with his husband moaning at him.

Hips snapping forward to match to match his frenzy with hard strikes that threatened to make his eyes roll back with the pleasure it brought. God, he was so hot, so hot, so hot. He could feel sweat forming on his forehead, the back of his neck, his back but he didn't care. Focusing instead on moving his hips quickly with his hips slamming back against his husband's pelvis who returned his strength when he whimpered at the frantic throbbing of his erection resting against his stomach. Begging for a stroke.

A touch. A squeeze. Anything, anything, anything. It had his hips canting forward slightly with a whimper as fingers tugged at his nipples again with that same strength. It had him shuddering with his toes curling as he slammed himself back against the blonde's pelvis. Hard hits that were given back to him without a moment of hesitation from his husband and he fucking loves it. He adores it when his husband gives it right back to him. Knowing silently what he could and couldn't take. What he could handle.

And if that were true then the blonde would be unwinding his arms soon. He'd let him free. Snapping his hips back giddily against Hizashi's pelvis, he rolled his head carefully over his shoulder with his lips pressing to his jaw and the blonde groaned at him. His head turning with those green eyes burning at him before lips were crushing down on his. Hard, passionate slides against his that he returned without a second thought as he slammed his hips back against the blonde's pelvis. Hard hits that had the man moaning.

He worked himself into a damn frenzy with that slick squelching of the condom and lube ringing out. The sharp slap of their meeting skin. The rustle of the blanket with the wobbling bed beneath him. The huffing pants being taken from noses. The quiet, back of throat sounds that didn't quite make their way out. God, it was all working to make him hot, hot, hot. He clung onto his husband desperately as he slammed his hips backwards harder, harder, harder. Swinging forward further; faster, faster, faster.

Needing, needing, needing this man more than anything. His throbbing erection burying itself into him again, again, again with that drool worthy rub had him moaning into the kiss. His own erection throbbing viciously against his stomach with drops of pre-come leaking steadily onto his stomach. Making a runny mess that had him whining shrilly at his husband. And hips struck at him harder, harder, harder with a desperation that he moved in time with. Hard, hard, hard. Fast, fast, fast. Just like he fucking likes it.

The way he likes to be fucked by his husband who was slamming into him like he was desperate too. Meeting him thrust for thrust as if there was no choice. And it had his back arching slightly which merely tugged at his hair causing him to groan into the kisses. Hard, sliding lips pressing against his with a hunger that he returned without a second thought when he felt lips parting against his with the light flick of a tongue at his upper lip then sliding along his lower lip. A brush that had him sucking in a sharp breath through his nose.

And he happily parted his lips as he moved his tongue in an overeager slide that had it scraping past his teeth but he didn't care. Not when Hizashi's tongue slid against his in a rub as he slid his over the top to flick at his piercing. Swirling the tip of his tongue around the metal playfully as he nudged at the metal ball of his beloved piercing. Hizashi has had it for years now and he adores playing with it more than anything. He happily crushed his lips to the blonde's as he twisted his tongue with the blonde's.

Hips striking at him viciously with an intensity that he returned in his swings backwards. God, he could die happy right now. Twisting, rolling, rubbing his tongue with Hizashi's when he nudged playfully at his piercing giddily when the blonde undulated his tongue up. Rubbing the bottom ball over the top of his tongue as his tongue slid against his into his mouth. His piercing clicking off of teeth as he opened his mouth wider for the blonde who happily moaned at him. Swinging his hips back harder against the blonde's pelvis

He rocked lightly from the hits swinging him forward lightly as his erection throbbed against his stomach. It was damn near enough to bring tears to his eyes as he squirmed at his bonds desperately. How he wished he could t ouch himself. To give himself that relief he needed. Fuck, was he going to come untouched? There was nothing, nothing, nothing more agonizingly pleasurable than that. He massaged his tongue up against Hizashi's tongue as that bottom ball rubbed across the top of his tongue.

It had him huffing out through his nose as he panted wildly as he slammed his hips back against Hizashi. Squeezing tightly around that frantically throbbing erection much to his delight as he shuddered at that rub to his inner walls. God, there was nothing fucking better. He rubbed his tongue to Hizashi's as he flicked at that bottom ball before undulating his tongue up in a twist to lap at the blonde's piercing with playful nudges. Sliding his tongue against the blonde's as pants fanned over his cheek.

Trembling much like his own when he felt a bead of sweat run down the side of his face. The back of his neck. He could feel that droplet slither down over his jaw to streak down his throat. He slammed himself against the blonde's pelvis giddily when the blonde flicked his tongue at his with that slick rub against his his with metal clicking off of his teeth. Hitting. Lis pressed fervently to his own as he massaged his tongue once again to Hizashi's giddily as he snapped his hips back with hard hits to get the blonde moaning delightedly

He snapped himself back hard, hard, hard. Fast, fast, fast. Frenzied snapping back and forth with thrusts being met perfectly by the blonde who clutched at him fervently with fingers idly twisting at his nipples back to give him that light friction burn that had him moaning. Rubbing his tongue to Hizashi's who rubbed back when that tongue flicked playfully at his with hips jumping to pound at him fervently. And then much to his delight, the hand on his left nipple tugged sharply before letting go to reach down.

And he didn't know who moaned louder when those fingers finally, finally, finally curled around his erection. Himself or his husband. He could howl from that alone as the blonde began stroking him fast, fast, fast with curving twists to match the pounding speed of their moving hips. Stroking him so fucking good it could make him cry. It felt so good, so good, so good he was sizzling away when his husband's lips broke from his with a gasp as he felt a wet fluttering touch of saliva trailing down his chin.

His husband pounded hard, hard, hard at him nudging his lower half forward. And he giddily thrusted forward into that stroking hand without a second thought. He rested his head back against his husband's shoulder with a cry when fingers tightened around him. Hips pounding harshly at him with their ruthless rhythm as he yanked his arms at the rope. Rolling his wrists but it merely had his arms aching as they threatened to swell from his restless yanking. The last thing he needed was bruises from the ropes.

But God he wanted his arms free. He wants to touch his husband and twist his hands into his hair. He wants to touch him so fucking bad but he can't. Can't, can't, can't. He wants too. God, he wants too. Slamming his hips back frantically against the blonde when the man threw his head back to howl out with the picture before them rattling. Lampshades. It had him wincing as the blonde's quirk activated slightly to amplify the sound. Causing him to whimper at the octave it ripped up too before it was choked down.

He didn't like using his quirk on its own now a days; not when it gave him odd migraines to use only one side rather than both. He squirmed against his husband's chest when the blonde tugged sharply at his nipple with teeth biting down on the tip of his ear fiercely. A jolt of pain that had him jumping with hips stuttering before snapping back hard to the blonde's pelvis. The clap of their skin meeting deafeningly from the sweat forming over skin. Fuck, he can only imagine how insufferable it was to wear that sweater right now.

Hizashi leaned down to suck his earlobe into his mouth. It sent shivers down his back at the gentle nibbling of teeth as his jewelry hit off of his teeth with that gentle suckling. The roll of his tongue prodding at his piercings gently before giving a firmer suck as he popped off with teeth nipping at the wet thing. Fuck him, he loves this man. Loves, loves, loves him more than fucking anything. Whether this was to be the original plan or not, he fucking loves nights spent like this. He could die the happiest man alive right now.

"Yo-You are so fuckin' beautiful, you know that? You are the-the sexiest fu-fffucking man I've ever met!" Ohhh, it sent shivers down his back at that low, husky tone of his husband's that came so breathlessly it had his toes curling tightly as he bit at his sensitive lip. "I can-can't get enough of you! God, you're so beautiful, Sh-Shouta! I-I don't know how I can ev-ever go without you! Without fu-fucking this tight ass of yours! Without lo-lovin' on you like this! My beautiful, pretty, sexy bo-boy!"

"Ah! Ah, mmm! I-I can't be that bea-beautiful! Not com-compared to you! Ah, ah! Ohhh, fuck! z Zashi, Zashi I can't ge-get 'nough of you! Need you to touch me! Fu-Fuck me all the time! Ah! Nnnn! Please! Please, I wa-wanna touch you, Zashi! Wanna touch you so bad!" He hated the gasp to his voice but God if it didn't have his husband moaning at him as hips struck forward hard. Hard, hard, hard. "Fu-Fuck me harder! Fa-Faster! God! Yes! Like that! Ah, ah, ah! Ohhh, God, Zashi, fuck me, fuck mem lo-love!"

"Wha-What a greedy little thing you are tonight! You really wan-want to touch me that bad? Ah! Ohhh! Ohh, shit, baby! Mmm! God, I'll fu-fffuck you all night! All night, baby! Mmmmn! Fuck, yes! Stra-Strangle my fucking cock! Ahnn, Shouta, Shouta! Baby boy, pretty thing, fu-fuck me! Show me how mu-much you love Daddy's cock! Ah! Hnnn! Yo-You're so perfect! All mine! M-Mmmmy perfect boy! All mine, right? Mi-Mine to spoil fucking rotten? Mine to fu-fuck all night? You want Daddy's cock all night, baby?"

"God, yes!" He couldn't stop himself from howling as he snapped his hips back to slam against his husband's pelvis causing him to wobble when the blonde growled. A snapping sound that had his heart jumping over its pounding beats when he rocked on his knees slightly. A few loose strands of hair swinging forward then to brush at his sweaty face as he gasped. "I wa-want you to fuck me all night! All yours! Yours, yours, yours! Ah! Ahhhnn, Zashi, please! Ma-Make me cum! Cum with me! I-I need it! Need it bad!"

Ohhh, it had a snapping growl flying out of Hizashi so low in his ear it sent shivers down his back. It was a snapping sound that had his toes curling as he snapped hsi hips back against his husband's pelvis desperately. Jerking back to hit firmly as the blonde pounded forward with a hand dropping to his hip as it abandoned his nipple. Clawing at him with hips working to pound back. Forward. He wants burning hot, hot, hot as that hand slid slickly over his erection with his palm coming up to cover the dripping head.

It rolled it tight circles to get his eyes rolling back on him. Palming at the head before sliding down to stroke him fast, fast, fast with twisting curves that had him moaning in his throat. Pound himself back on his throbbing erection giddily as the blonde jerked at his waist to yank him back harder. Harder, harder, harder as he clenched tightly around that throbbing erection tightly tearing another growl from his husband. A rasping snarl of a sound that had his breaths catching in his throat before rushing out on a huff.

He threw his head back to press against his husband's shoulder when the hand on his waist lifted to come up. Pinching his chin to open his mouth up which he happily accepted as lips crushed down onto his. Moving his tongue to meet Hizashi's, a shiver went down his back at the pull on his chin; it was a new one but it was slick. It was fucking good. He moved his tongue to rub against Hizashi's as he targeted that metal ball once again. Swirling his tongue around it playfully with nudges that had his husband huffing out through his nose.

Moving to rub his tongue against his with the quiet, wet sound of moving tongues ringing out. The slick squelches of lube and rubber rubbing together. The crisp slap of their skin meeting. The drag of that sweater against his aching arms and wrists. He swore his nipples tingled from the harsh tugs earlier as that hand on his chin slid along his jaw lightly in a caress before dropping back down to his waist where it curved to grab at his moving hip. Holding onto him as he pounded himself back against the blonde's pelvis giddily.

God, he could do this all night. He wants to do it all night. Even if he felt frazzled. Tired. He'd been so ready to drink some hot tea with honey just to go to sleep but instead he was happily getting his brains fucked right out of his head. He swore his husband was pounding his air out of him. The second he dragged a breath down through his nose it was flying out again on a rasping wheeze with his husband's hips striking sharply at him. Pounding the air right out of his lungs the second he took a breath.

It left him dizzy with that exhilaration. It was fucking exciting. He could feel the fluttering in his lwoer stomach that threatened the first orgasm of the night. Tickling through him. It had him moaning at his husband desperately as he jerked his hips faster, faster, faster. Impossibly fast. Harder, harder, harder. Impossibly hard. He squirmed, writhed, and twisted in his husband's arms as he balanced on his knees that dug into the bed. Pushing off of it to aid the movements of his hips with his thighs shaking.

He could feel Hizashi's light tug on his hip that coaxed him back harder as he twisted with arms jerking instinctively at his bindings. He needs to come. He wants to come with his husband. He wants to indulge in round after round tonight. He wants his husband to tease the easy use of Daddy out of him. He wants his husband to sink him into a state where nothing mattered but that pleasure. He wants to be fucked senseless until he was gasping in the aftermath like he inevitably would be with this first round.

He happily slammed himself back on his husband as he shuddered with a moan at the rub of that throbbing erection against his inner walls. Hizashi was always so fucking thick when he was hard but somehow still remaining slender. His husband didn't have a thick dick but he didn't need to have one to feel fucking good inside of him. Always filling him up just the way he needed. Better than any vibrator or dildo could, Hizashi was molded to fit him perfectly. There was no one he'd want more than the blonde.

Jerking his hips to pound himself back against the blonde's pelvis with huffing pants fanning over his cheek. Moving his tongue against Hizashi's giddily, he played with the piercing that clicked off of their teeth clumsily but God if he didn't mind it. Not when he swore the air was being fucked right out of him as he slammed his hips back to meet his husband's thrusts. Gasping through his nose delightedly as he wriggled his wrists in his bindings wishing more than anything that his husband would take pity on him and release him early.

But no. No, no, no he knew better than to hope for that with his husband. Not when he was already calling himself Daddy. He knew his husband would let him go as soon as he came. And God if that wasn't fucking close. Each pounding thrust was bringing him closer, closer, closer as that fluttering in his lower stomach twisted into a spark that he was eager to chase after. His husband yanked his hips back then fidgeted behind him when he slammed forward back into him. And ohhhh, it had him tearing from the kiss to throw his head back.

A wail tore out of him as he turned his face away to keep from overwhelming his husband's hearing aids but he couldn't stop it. Cries spilling out of him as his husband pounded into him hitting at his prostate perfectly sending wave after wave of blistering heat up his back that had him gasping. He writhed desperately with his chest arching forward allowing the ropes to bite into his chest lightly. Tugging at his hair forcing his head back further as he gasped for air only for it to fly out on cries and shouts.

Twisting in his husband's arms as the sparks of pleasure ripped up his back with heated claws that fanned under his skin. Again, again, again. Hitting at his prostate relentlessly leaving him a twisting, wailing mess as he tugged at his ropes but he never got that give. He'd had marks left behind if he wasn't careful but he didn't care. Not when he was once inching towards an orgasm he was now being shoved towards one. Ohhh, it was mounting in his stomach with each pounding thrust given by his husband.

He twisted desperately with his erection throbbing frantically when he chanced a glance down. Watching his husband's dripping fingers rubbing over the slick head that was dribbling pre-come constantly causing a slick mess. It had him moaning as he jerked and jolted in his husband's arms as he pounded at his prostate when he clenched tightly around his husband's erection tearing another howl from the man who threw his head back. Shoulders bounding beneath his head as he jerked his hips back to receive that hit to his prostate.

Ohhhh, it felt so good. So good, so good, so good. He was melting. Burning. Choking under the waves of pleasure ripping up his back only to melt into his stomach as he huffed desperately with his thighs shaking. Knees digging into the bed the way his foot would as he braced himself against an orgasm. Stiffening as he pushed back into his husband's back, he jerked his hips frantically as he charged after that orgasm. Racing towards it up the mountain as his world began to shrink down to a hot point.

A small point of heat where nothing mattered but the sparks raking up his back causing it to arch which, in response, tugged at his hair. Sparks racing up and down his back, fanning under his skin, at the pleasure that pooled into his stomach as he writhed in his bonds. Gasping. Huffing. Panting. He was charging up that mount of his orgasm faster than he thought would as he jerked his hips back and forth, back and forth, back and forth with thighs shaking. His stomach was flexing intermittently with his hands shaking in tight fists

his nails bit into his palms as his world shrank. Nothing existed outside of this bedroom. Not another soul could stop them. Not a thing could tear him willingly away from his husband. A hot spark of a world where nothing mattered but Hizashi, Hizashi, Hizashi. His, his, his. The blonde was babbling at him in a garbled mix of Japanese and English with his name slurring out of him on moans that had his stomach flipping. God, he didn't understand English well but there was a few phrases here and there he picked up from his husband.

And it sent shivers down his back to hear his name being moaned out so shamelessly. A string of Shouta, Shouta, Shouta leaving his husband like he was lost in that haze of pleasure. It had him calling out the blonde's name in response; Hizashi, Hizashi, Hizashi. A curse. A praise. Like he was a God that needed devotion and he was more than willing to give it. He was twisting with his husband who leaned forward to angle them slightly which ripped at his hair much to his delight. Tugging sharply at his tender scalp.

It had him crying out as he jerked his hips back giddily with his husband hitting at his prostate again, again, again leaving him gasping. Twisting. He was getting so close, so close, so close. Drowning under the pleasure that raked up his back relentlessly in waves that had him jerking. Jolting. His husband hit at his prostate without fail as he clawed up to the precipice of that mountain as he clawed at his own palms with gasps being taken as his back arched wit ha particularly hard thrust that ripped at his hair.

And he.

Was.

Done.

He jerked with thighs tensing up with their shake as his back arched further which merely tugged harder at his hair. Shouting out as his eyes squeezed shut as they rolled back with lashes fluttering on his hot cheek with sweat slithering past his nose. Down his cheek. The side of his face. Welling along his hairline as tingles raced up his thighs to his flexing stomach where that orgasm exploded into him. He pressed his head back to the blonde's shoulder with his head turned away as he wailed at the throbs of his erection.

His stomach flexed with that explosive orgasm. Clenching tightly around that throbbing orgasm within him, he bucked shamelessly into his husband's hand as his erection throbbed frantically. Pulsing. Hot spurts landed on his skin as he tensed up against the blonde with his wail choking off in his throat. Croaking. Mewling? Was that his voice so high pleading with the blonde? The slurred moan of words leaving him? Chanting the name that repeated over, over, and over again his mind? Was that him babbling?

He couldn't connect it to himself as he remained stiff as his husband pounded into him once, twice, a third then fourth time before tensing up with a howl that burst the light bulbs without a second thought. Shattering them with that high wail as his quirk kicked to life to which he curled away from him as his ears throbbed as they were plunged into darkness. Pain spearing them at the sudden burst of volume from his husband that shattered their lightbulbs above them in the overhead light that tinkled to the carpeted floor.

In the lamps with class tinkling down onto the wood. Just behind the wipes. It had him whimpering when his husband choked the sound down the best he could as he felt that erection throbbing frantically inside of him. Pulsing. And God if it didn't have his inner walls throbbing as he shook under the white-hot heat choking him. Drowning him. Hot, hot, hot. He was drowning, drowning, drowning. He couldn't breathe without fanning those flames as he trembled with his husband. He was drowning, drowning, drowning.

Nails clawing at his palms uselessly with the urge to cling onto the man as hot spurts landed onto his skin. The hand wrapped around him slowing from frantic strokes to something slower with kneading squeezes of shaking fingers around him. Milking him through the orgasm that felt agonizing. He huffed through that clawing white-hot heat that was eating him up. His hips thrusted weakly as he rode out that orgasm as his husband stroked him through it until finally, finally, finally that heat raced out of him.

Leaving him gasping at the sudden appearance and disappearance. He didn't mind it. He didn't mind it at all when he felt he'd go insane with each throb of his erection. His husband moaned in a guttural, choked pitch as he leaned back against his chest with a shaking sigh. His husband rocked his hips frantically against him with that stiff set behind him. He turned his head lazily to kiss at his jaw with sweat smearing beneath his lips but he didn't mind it. He kissed at the side of his face that he could reach.

Using his racing pants to feed into a soft coo at the blonde that left him huskily. The blonde then slumped with a shaking, rushing exhale as his orgasm finally came to an end. To which he tugged at his ropes with a whimper when his husband kissed at his cheek. The side of his nose. The side of his head gently when he felt hips pulling back weakly when he protested with another whimper. However, the blonde slipped out of him slickly with a vulgar squelch. He was then eased forward with fingers plucking at the ropes.

He didn't want to think of the slickness on the ropes but soon enough his arms were coming unbound. Fuck, he could come again. The relief had him moaning at his husband as he threw his arms out with his shoulders rolling as he shuffled forward to lay out on his back with a grunt. His husband smiled down at him when eh pulled the filled condom off of himself. A slick squelch as he attempted to tie it off as the rubber snapped at his fingers when the blonde began shuffling around the bed with the filled thing.

Tossing it into the trash with a rustle when he happily got the pleasure of watching Hizashi lift his sweater up. Abandoning it onto the floor in a heap then his jeggings when the wipes were grabbed at. Tugged away from the broken glass to which the blonde flinched; it was no matter. He'd get on his ass tomorrow about it. For now, the faint glow through the window was enough as Hizashi crawled onto the bed again. And he jumped at the wet touch of the wipes on his stomach rubbing away the spurts of come around the rope.

And fingers, much to his delight, began tugging at knots in the rope until the blonde was tugging it off. A second wipe was slid over him in the darkness when the blonde then shuffled over the blankets. It was dark enough he just barely made the blonde's form out when the man turned back to him. He let the rope be tugged away as he helped the best he could when it was then tossed off the edge of the bed. And arms were wrapping around his waist to tug him closer to which he happily gave in.

Kiss at his husband's flushed face, he got the soft press of lips against his face in response with giggles leaving his husband. Hands slid along his back idly up and down, up and down, which burned lightly from the dig of the ropes. He happily cuddled into his husband who held him close as he slid his arms around his side. Clinging onto the blonde as their legs tangled up and he lifted the stump of his right thigh to drape over Hizashi's as he kissed at that red face. He couldn't make it out in the darkness.

But he knew that was more than alright. He nuzzled his lips and nose into a feverish cheek only to get a nuzzle back from his husband. And then lips were pressing to his cheek and the side of his nose. Tracing along the overlapping scars of beneath his right eye. Forcing it to shut when lips pressed to his eyelid when lips fluttered up to kiss at the arch of his brow. His sweaty forehead. The tip of his nose, then at his other cheek as he returned those pecking kisses delightedly. Covering that freckled face with adoring kisses.

Ragged pants being taken when he slid his hand along Hizashi's back much like the hands sliding up and down his own. The rope in his hair was still there but they'd get it out once they replaced the lightbulbs. He nuzzled the tip of his nose to Hizashi's which earned him a giggle from the blonde who held him tightly. Held him impossibly close to the blonde to which he clutched close to his chest as he nuzzled the tip of his nose to his. There was a delight in kissing at the red face he just barely made out in the darkness.

He tugged the blonde's glasses from off of his face when he lightly traced his fingers over the lens to find a light crack. Fuck, he'd have to get on Hizashi about that. He tossed them up onto the bed above them as he kissed at that flushed face of the giggling blonde when he nuzzled their noses together again. A gentle nuzzling that had the blonde laughing breathlessly when they broke away to which he kissed at those freckled cheeks. Over the bridge of his nose where they were darkest. The tip of his nose.

The arch of his brow. His forehead. His jaw. He kissed at his husband's face as he was held tightly. And he could happily say that, while not a word was traded yet, he welcomed the touch of lips against his own. A sweet, loving kiss that had him melting in the mans arms as he twisted close, close, close to the blonde in his arms as he cuddled into him. Feeling the blonde cuddling back as lips slid slowly, sweetly, against his own to which he sighed out sharply with his racing breaths trembling through his nose.

Tomorrow he'd chew him out about being late without texting. Tomorrow he would chew him out over the clean up of glass before they headed to bed. He'd chew him out for making him panic and for breaking the bulbs in the morning over coffee. And he knew his husband would kiss it away with promises of watching out for that next time. And he knew he'd let him off the hook. It was what happened every time but he found himself looking forward to it as lips moved breathlessly, sweetly with his own.