"Can I get another hit?"
Hizashi glanced away from the tv screen to his husband laying out on the bed next to him. An arm braced up beneath his head, that dark eye locked onto him with its blood shot appearance much like that deep gray right one. Lashes hovering near that lazy, half lidded position with brow raising at him when he pressed the pause button on his controller pausing the game play. He then grinned at his husband when he tilted his head at the black-haired man. "I don't know, baby, can you get another hit off of the bowl?"
"Don't pull that teacher bullshit on me when we're not in the school, Zashi." The black-haired man murmured with his head rolling lazily over his arm with a subtle jut to that bottom lip. A pout threatening to form on full lips which had him grinning when he reached over to the bedside table where their bowl and bong sat. Picking up the bong, he tugged it into his lap when the black-haired man sat up when he tugged the bowl out of its place. Reaching over for the grinder. "Thank you."
"No need to be so sarcastic!" He grinned wickedly at the black-haired man when he opened the grinder to pinch the weed then stuff it into the bowl. Tucking it in to pack it tightly before sliding the bowl back into place on the bong. Turning to put the grinder back on the table next to the smaller, packed bowl on the surface. Grabbing the lighter with its curved end, he handed it to Shouta who pulled the bong from his lap into his own. "But anyways, you probably shouldn't hit anymore after this, you already seem pretty baked, baby."
"I guess I can agree with that. We hardly get time to smoke but I guess we can thank Toshi for looking after Eri at the dorms a second day, huh? We really need to pay that kid for looking after his sister so much. Pay him handsomely for it, you know?" His husband grinned then before pressing his lips to the end of the bong that he angled slightly with the lighter being flicked at until the flame sprung up. Touching it to the bowl his husband inhaled slowly with the water gurgling.
Rolling gently with his slow, deep pull on the bong before pulling his lips away as he pinched them together tightly. Taking the bong from his husband, along with the lighter, he pressed his own lips to the end as he flicked at the lighter until the flame lit up to which he touched it to the bowl again. Inhaling deeply as the water gurgled once more, his husband let out a squeaking sound before the smoke was pluming out of him in a gray cloud. Hacking as he coughed wildly next to him with gut wrenching heaves.
He put the lighter down to reach out to put a hand on his husband's back while he pulled evenly at his hit. A little more, little more, little more. He dragged the smooth smoke down into his chest that slowly inflated as he dragged it down. His lashes fluttered on his warm cheeks while his husband hacked next to him. He opened his eyes as he pulled his mouth away from the bong, the gurgling of the water coming to an end when he opened his eyes. Holding the smoke down in his chest like his husband had.
Glancing over, he noticed tears dripping down his husband's cheeks. Clinging to black lashes. Hacking with his entire chest that curled inwards slightly as weak plumes left his lips. Gasping then hacking again with tears dribbling down to his jaw when he reached out. Rubbing his husband's back while he held his own hit down with firm circles when the black-haired man turned to the bedside table for his water. He kept his lips pinched tight as that smoke clawed at his chest with the desire to be released.
A thick, cloying pressure in his chest that he held down for that security. And then he let the smoke flow out of him through his nose. God, he didn't know how his husband did it but burned just enough to get his mouth dropping open on a cough that had the rest of the smoke pluming out of him. Hacking already like his husband was coughing wildly next to him in between sips of his water. Giving rasping, wet clearings of his throat that dissolved into another wild hacking. He was hacking himself with hard coughs that wracked his chest.
Coughs that had him curling forward slightly when he curled his arms over his stomach. His controller slid from his lap onto the bed with his body wracked with heaving coughs. Each inwards gasp of air being taken only flew out on another cough that had a weak plume of smoke leaving his lips while his husband began calming next to him. Coughing yet nowhere near as hard as himself. He felt a hand touch his back then when he felt tears prick on his lashes as that hand began rubbing circles into his back.
The same way he would if he were vomiting. He coughed with each inhale only feeding into another of those hacking coughs that wracked his chest. Then he felt a touch against his elbow that was wet. Cold. He glanced over with his eyes squinting open to find his husband handing him the water he'd been sipping at. Inhaling deeply only for it to fly out on another hacking cough, he took the bottle from his husband. He lifted it up to sip at the liquid that soothed his burning throat with those coughs threatening to choke him.
He tried clearing his throat which only led to him coughing again with that hand resting on his back rubbing at him again. It had him rolling his own hand that he left on Shouta's back into soothing circles between his shoulder blades. Comforting his husband who was staring at him with those blood shot eyes of his which was only emphasized by his coughing. Wet lashes sticking together with tear tracks drying on his red cheeks. He looked beautiful even as that silly little smile began curling over his husband's full lips.
All while he was struggling to cut his coughs off. He turned his head away to hack into his elbow with the water sloshing in his hand when he cleared his throat before lifting it up to sip at the water. It cooled his burning, scratchy throat from the smoke as he tried to slow his breaths with a cough crawling up his throat. Insane lung capacity sure can bite him in the ass when he was hacking long after Shouta was done coughing himself. The hand on his back slid slowly up and down the center of it when he felt lips pressing to his shoulder.
A nuzzle being given as that stubble scratched at his skin when he lowered the bottle to take a few deep breaths. Coughing lightly to clear his throat, he felt a drip down his cheek when the hand on his back rubbed at him gently to soothe him. He took a few breaths that, thankfully, didn't fly out on a cough. He sipped at the water again before passing it to his husband who took it from him. Quickly draining the remaining water when the black-haired man turned to toss it into their trash with a rustle of the bag.
He then leaned back against the headboard with a sigh when Shouta was shifting slightly with the bed bouncing lightly. And then the black-haired man was turning to slid his right thigh between his legs with a half draped position over his chest as an arm wrapped around his stomach and side. Another around his shoulders with his husband's cheek pressing to his chest. Dark eyes looking up at him from beneath lack lashes with that gray right eye seeming to focus on him. As if it could see him as it had in the past.
He knew it couldn't but God if that look couldn't melt butter. He happily wrapped his arms around his husband and held him tightly to his chest. The man humming with a squirm to get himself comfortable, no doubt, before he settled. He lifted a hand to slid over those black curls in a caress as Shouta cuddled up to him. God, it had his heart skipping in his chest which he was more than certain the black-haired man was aware of. He slid his hand over curls that he tugged at playfully with that cheek rubbing itself to his chest.
Shouta then stretched up to bury his face into his throat. Black curls tickling his throat and jaw when he kissed the top of his head. This is what he loves the most about smoking with Shouta. When they were both so damn high the world around them felt fake. When nothing felt real but the warmth of his husband cuddling up to him in his arms. His game play muffled on the screen, he happily buried his face into those black curls. Inhaling the scents clinging to them while he kissed the top of his head delightedly.
Squeezing his arms around the man who let out a wheezing breath into his neck but God if it didn't have arms tightening around him in response. He felt lips pressing to his throat, up beneath his jaw, with soft nuzzles to that fluttering pulse point. There was nothing he loves more than afternoons spent like this. When the kids were out of the room, they kept the smoking to one room. The window opens allowing that wintery air into it which caught the scent of weed beautifully. Clearing the warmth of the room.
He nuzzled the top of his husband's head with the black-haired man nuzzling his throat with his head nudging his chin. Hips squirming before his husband was pushing up with lips kissing at his throat again softly with the arms around him tightening. And then lips were pressing up beneath his jaw in a kiss that had his breaths trembling in excitement when they came up to trail over his jaw softly. He slid his hands along his husband's back with his right coming up to touch those long, soft locks of his.
God, he loves that Shouta had finally grown his hair out; it wasn't horribly long like his own but rather spilled across his upper back. It was beautiful how those curls bounced and formed effortlessly even if Shouta complained about being hot. He loves them. Loves, loves, loves his husband's curls. Lips feathered over his jaw to his chin where they then came up to press to his cheek. And he took joy in kissing that red face; smearing the tear tracks drying on his cheeks with his lips. Kissing them away gently.
Kissing at the overlapping scars on his husband's cheekbone then up to his eyelid which shut as he kissed along that scar. Up to the point where it stopped just below his eyebrow. Kissing the arch of it softly then his forehead while lips trailed over his cheeks when they could and the bridge of his nose. Kissing his freckles. He may have thought them childish, but he knew how much his husband loved them. It was something he might never get but it had him giggling hoarsely from his coughing when the black-haired man kissed at his warm cheeks.
Over the bridge of his nose then the tip of it. His forehead. The arch of his eyebrow. The side of his nose. Full lips and nose nuzzling into his warm cheek when he kissed at Shouta's with the stubble of his scratching at his skin gently. It had him tightening his arms around the black-haired man when his lips lifted to then kiss down his cheek again to his jaw. He slid his hand up into the black-haired man's curls as he cupped the back of his head gently when trembling breaths fanned over his jaw.
Soft kisses coming up to kiss the corner of his mouth. A soft flutter of lips over it that had his lips parting with that light tingle coming to them. Breaths fanning over his skin when another kiss was given when the arm wrapped over his stomach lifted. Fingers coming up to touch his bottom lip gently before siding over it in a caress that slipped up to his top lip. His husband pulling back just enough for him to catch those dark eyes of his focused on his mouth. Fingers lifting up with the tips tracing the edges of his lips lightly.
It had his heart jumping in his chest, yet it seemed easy to trigger that skipping beat. Especially where he'd been hacking mere minutes ago. However, he found himself riveted to the look of awe to those blood shot eyes as fingers continued to lightly trace the shape of his lips as they tingled. He let his lips part slightly with wet lashes fluttering when Shouta pressed his fingers to his lower lip. The way he could let this man touch him all afternoon long. Let those hands and fingers trace his face gently as they traced out the shape of his lips.
Fingers slid over his lower lip gently again as if tracing out the shape of it with lashes fluttering when those dark eyes lifted up to meet him. A brilliant black and a deep, cloudy gray. Beautiful. Such beautiful eyes that met his without a flinch of hesitation when fingers slid from his lower lip to his chin. Sliding back along his jawline gently where fingers traced back then tucked his hair behind his ear with fingers brushing lightly along the side of his ear. Sending tingles racing down his back when he tightened his grasp on black curls.
His husband shuddered against him when he slid his right hand down his back. Flattening out over his lower back which he rubbed at gently before sliding his hand down over the curve of his husband's ass down to his thigh slightly. Reaching out the best he could before sliding his hand along that same path he'd taken downwards. Caressing the curve of his ass up to his lower back when full lips parted ever so slightly. How beautiful he looked with those drying tear tracks on his flushed cheeks from his coughing fit.
Bloodshot dark eyes on his with that haze from his high when he clutched the black-haired man close, close, close. And he happily welcomed the touch of that hand cupping the side of his neck with his husband's thumb pressing to his jaw. Sliding gently along it with dark eyes locked onto his when he lifted his hand from his husband's lower back to reach up to pinch his glasses. A preemptive move he'd been doing for some time now when he tugged his glasses off then placing them onto the bedside table.
And he turned his head to face his husband who leaned in then with breaths fanning over his lips. A tease. Then those full lips were coming down on his which he was more than happy for as he curled his arm around his waist again. Sighing out through his nose, he felt an identical sigh fanning over his cheek with the arm around his shoulders. Tightening around him when he felt Shouta's knee digging into the bed between his thighs. Arching into his arms as lips slid against his slowly to which he happily moved his lips.
Holding him close to his chest as he tugged playfully at those curls of his. It got him a shiver from the black-haired man. God, he loves these types of afternoons. Loves them so damn much. If he had it his way, at least one afternoon a week would be made just for smoking, but they had their daughter to take care of and she took priority. God knows it'd be nice to have it. He moved his lips against those full ones delightedly when he let out another sigh at that slow, firm press of his husband's lips against his.
Something he returned without a second thought. He twisted close to the black-haired man as he possibly could. That thumb sliding along his jaw that moved then to roll soothing circles into his jaw. Fingers just barely touching his earlobe lightly. It had tingles racing down his back at the placement of that hand as lips took their time sliding against his. Caresses that had him melting into a damn puddle when he felt another sigh fanning over his cheek with a gentle throat clearing. To get rid of that rasp no doubt.
Fuck, he loves it when Shouta climbs into his arms like this with little prompting. When he twisted up so sweetly with him that it made his heart hurt. His husband used to be so shy that coaxing him to do such a thing had taken years. Exactly five. It took his reserved husband five years, as his boyfriend, to become comfortable to cuddle up to him like this. He tightened his arm around his lower back which the black-haired man let out a quiet hum at when he then scratched gently at his husband's head.
Arching his leg up slightly beneath his husband who squirmed against him when he found himself fidgeting. The quiet music of his gameplay on the TV ringing out; a quieter, cheerful game. He'd been more than happy to content himself to playing a quieter game rather than sitting in the living room to play Doom. He squirmed in his spot again when he focused himself on moving his lips with Shouta's rather than letting his mind wonder. How easy it was for his hazy head to get away from himself. From the situation at hand.
Especially when he had much, much better things to focus on. Like kissing this man silly. He could catch the faint hints of vanilla clinging onto his husband from their shower following work. A sweet, musky scent that he absolutely adores. There was a lingering trace of coffee on his husband from the kitchen, but they were weak scents. It was lucky he could even detect them under the sharp, biting scent of the winter air outside and the scent of weed. He moved his lips against those full ones that held a light chapped sensation.
But he didn't mind it. Not at all. His husband's lips tended to be a bit chapped during the winter and he often picked at them but this morning and this afternoon he'd made the man put on Chapstick. It lessened the effect of that chapped appearance but not completely. He slid his hand along his husband's lower back gently when he scratched at his head again with curls twisting tight around his fingers. They were a bit frizzy but so soft around his fingers. Not quite silky like his own but he loves those wild curls.
Tugging curiously at the black curls wrapped around his fingers had his husband humming with a shiver. Lips sliding against his slowly, firmly, as he felt Shouta twist into his arms securely with fingers tugging at his hair playfully. His lashes stuck together wetly from his brief tears during his coughing attack. Sliding his hand along his husband's lower back, he slid his hand up Shouta's back with that thumb sliding along his jaw gently. Soothing circles being rolled into it a that hand remained in its cupped position on his neck.
God, it was perfect. The warmth of Shouta was sinking into him as he clutched the black-haired man close when he felt his knee nudging up higher on the bed. Mere inches away from his groin as the black-haired man's thighs tightened around his thigh. That thumb then began to slide over his jaw again. The quiet whisper of their moving lips filled the space between them as he slid his hand lazily along his husband's back. God, there was nothing sweeter than this man. There wasn't a sweeter man alive.
Shouta could pretend he wasn't all he liked but his husband was the sweetest man he knew. Caring. Kind. There was not a person who could live up to him or fill his shoes. Today was merely one example of it and he knew it was merely because Shouta was higher than a cloud. It had him squeezing the man to his chest regardless only to get a quiet sound out of the black-haired man. His palm pushing against the side of his neck with that thumb rolling into slow circles rather than that back and forth caress.
It had him melting against the headboard as Shouta's full lips slid against his with fingers tugging playfully at his hair. Curling it and uncurling it around his fingers? Or merely tugging? He had not a clue but God if he didn't adore it as he tugged playfully at his husband's hair which had the man squirming in his arms. Twisting against him with hips shifting, thighs squeezing, as he squirmed before settling down again. He shuddered when he got a sharp pull on a section of his hair much to his delight when he pressed his lips firmly to Shouta's.
Returning to the firm press when he felt lips moving past their lazy speed to something casual. Something he could follow along with effortlessly as the whisper of their moving lips rang out between them. The even breaths fanning over his cheek, the warmth of that hand on his neck, had him absolutely enthralled. Heat swelled lazily under his skin as he shifted leg between those squirming thighs. It had them tightening around his when a sharp sigh fanned over his cheek with his husband's arm tightening around his shoulders.
Holding onto him with lips sliding against his with that light, intermittent smack coming to break up the quiet whispering of their moving lips. He slid his hand along his husband's back as he twisted himself closer with his back shifting against the headboard only to have Shouta press him back against it. His back hit it with a rattle when he slid his hand along his husband's waist. Up to his side. It had him squirming against him as lips slid against his to which he happily slid his hand down his husband's side to his waist.
Listening to the black-haired man's breath hitch when he slid his hand up beneath the sweater he wore to touch his lower back. Warm. He was so, so warm beneath his sweater as he slid his hand up the center of his back. Holding him tightly to his chest as he began to slid his hand over the warmth of his skin. Tracing those idle shapes over skin as goosebumps rose beneath his fingers. His husband shivering against him as he traced lightly over that pale skin, he so adored while using the edges of his nails.
Light scratches that had his husband letting out another of those soft sounds with his arm tightening around his shoulder. The quiet, muffled music of his paused game music filling the quiet of their bedroom. The brush of his fingers and palm against his husband's skin as his back arched slightly. He leaned forward away from the headboard again when he used his momentum to carry himself forward. He rolled forward with his husband tightening his holds on him with his palm sliding from his neck to grab at his shoulder.
Their lips breaking apart with a sharp smack as he pushed forward. The black-haired man's weight hit the bed causing it to bounce lightly with himself not far behind as thighs jumped before moving to spread themselves apart. Feet planting to the bed as he rested himself down above the black-haired man. How beautiful he looked with those black locks spread over the bed. The bloodshot hue to his eyes that could easily be waved away as a sleepless night. The soft blush smothering itself over his cheeks.
Full lips parted with black lashes fluttering in a blink. Dark, mismatched eyes staring up at him with hands tugging at him. Pulling him down as his hands planted to the bed when he leaned down to capture those parted lips again. Sliding against those plush full ones that melted against his. Shaping to mold and curve to his own with that perfect, comfortable fit. He sighed out again in unison with his husband who moved his lips against his to follow with that casual speed he'd begun using moments before.
The light, intermittent smack breaking up the brush of their moving lips was deafening. He squirmed against the black-haired man before settling down comfortably with his left hand pinned beneath his head. Still twisted into those black curls while he leaned onto that forearm when he slid his right hand down along his husband's left thigh. A caress that had it trembling beneath his hand with breaths tremoring briefly over his cheek when he pressed his lips firmly to Shouta's. Sliding against his without missing a beat.
Admiring that plushness of his full lips that curved against his beautifully. God, he could happily say that he was utterly addicted to kissing this man. He couldn't get enough of those full lips against his. He let out a sigh of his own as he moved his lips against the black-haired man's. What an amazing afternoon this had turned out to be. He hoped that, with the high and the good mood they had going, that he could find the strength to bring up his choice from the list. Something that his husband had questioned him about playfully.
Asked him about after thier shower before they'd begun smoking. It had been said in a teasing, playful manner that had him thinking on what he wanted. What his eyes had narrowed in on when he'd looked over their list to make his choice the other day. He'd been looking over their handwriting, messy and neat, when his eyes had fallen onto an option. Snowballing. He'd been curious by the word since he'd written it down on the list but he hadn't done that research into it. Hadn't looked it up at the time.
It had been something he'd seen online that he slapped down on the list for the sake of filling the list up at the time. However, he had gone back and looked up snowballing. It was something he didn't think his husband would want. Snowballing, from what he read, was the act of swapping come from mouth to mouth in a kiss after going down on someone. His husband, after all their time together, had made it all too clear that he didn't like swallowing. He never had. And he could respect that his husband didn't like it.
Even back when they were giving out blowjobs on the daily, when he was still learning, he'd come in his mouth on two different times when they weren't fast enough. The black-haired man had spit it out into tissues that he balled around his mouth. Insisting he didn't like the taste of it and he didn't like the idea of swallowing something like that. He, on the other hand, was an absolute opposite to his husband. He was absolutely a swallower when it came to going down on Shouta. The same way he loved facials while his husband hated them.
They had their middle grounds, they had their agreements when it came to sex, and he had long since respected his husband didn't swallow. He didn't like it when he came in his mouth. He respected it for it was only right. How could he trample boundaries for a moment of pleasure? He couldn't. However, he could recall that his husband had, during their sixty-nine attempt, had swallowed. To "try" it again but that afternoon he'd said that he didn't care for the taste of it just as he had in the beginning.
How could he go to his husband with something that involved kissing him with a mouthful of come? Something he had told him multiple times over the years that he didn't like the taste of? The last thing he wanted was for his husband to feel pressured. For him to feel that he had no choice but to do it just because he wanted to try it. It had him feeling guilty when he hadn't said a damn thing to his husband about it yet. He planned for this afternoon to be his window of opportunity for he'd be leaving for work later tonight around ten.
He planned for it but he didn't know how he was going to say this to his husband with a straight face. He didn't want the black-haired man thinking he wanted to trample over his boundaries for a cheap shot at pleasure. He wanted to try this disgustingly fascinating thing. He didn't know how his husband would take it but he would do his best to make it as pleasurable as possible for the black-haired man. And if he said no? Well, he'd take it as that. Shouta's word was law. Just as his own was.
They didn't trample over boundaries just to get off; that much had been made clear when he had told his husband he couldn't do the erotic humiliation. That he'd been wracked with guilt about it. It was the same way that his husband had let him know that omorashi wasn't his thing. They were open, honest, and he loves that about them. However, he wants nothing more than to mention the idea to his husband. Even if it was to get his idea about it and see if he'd like to try it. It left him on the fence for a few days.
Hesitant to say anything about it. After all, the last thing he wants is his husband to be upset about this. But laying here, twisted up with the man and his hazy mind? He wants to say it. He wants to ask it so badly just to see if his husband would say yes. If he would be willing just once to try it. It had him swallowing a whine down as he moved his lips against his husband's with that firm press as a hand buried itself into his hair. Cupping the back of his head to keep him close, the even breaths trembling slightly as they fanned over his cheek.
The quiet whisper of moving lips loud in the quiet between them with that light smack ringing out. He found himself letting out a sharp breath that trembled lightly when Shouta yanked sharply at his hair to which his back arched slightly to press his chest to Shouta's. It had his husband letting out yet another soft sound; a whine? A whimper? A groan? It was hard to place the sound when the black-haired man squirmed beneath him with thighs coming together to press against his waist. Squeezing together.
Rubbing against him when nails scratched at his head gently with fingers then tugging at his hair. It had him letting out a quiet whine under his breath as he arched down to pressed tightly against Shouta who let out a wheezing breath only to let out a quiet moan. A sound that rang with unmistakable delight when he increased the press of himself to the black-haired man who squirmed beneath him. Lips pressing firmly against his moved with a spark of eagerness to the way they slid and fit against his.
Something he returned without a second thought when he slid his hand along his husband's thigh. Tightened his grasp on wild black locks with his husband letting out a whimper up at him when he slid his hand up to squeeze at a hip. Rolling his thumb into the clothed bone, a hand cupped the side of his neck again with a thumb sliding along his jaw. A caress that had him letting out a sharp breath as he moved his lips eagerly against the black-haired man's who returned that spark of eagerness.
God, he could kiss this man for hours and he'd never get enough. He'd always find a reason to press his lips to those full, plush ones. There was always an addiction to kissing this man. Back in high school, they used to sneak kisses under the stair cases, the bathrooms, on their way for water and at the bus stop when they could get away with it. When they were alone at Shouta's home there was always a chance for those awkward, clumsy make out sessions. He loves kissing this man; he'd never tire of it.
Never could he tire of it. Sliding his lips against those plush full ones giddily, he slid his hand from his husband's hip back down his thigh to caress from the top of it to his knee. It had thighs squirming against his waist when he listened to that light smack of their moving lips filling the quiet that his muted gameplay music didn't fill. So warm. His husband was so, so warm beneath him when he twisted and squirmed beneath him. He arched his hips down to hover above Shouta's which had hips jumping up with a whine leaving the man.
Hitting up against him lightly, he shuddered at the press of Shouta's hips against his own. He happily pressed back when he slid his hand along his thigh before coming up to caress his hip. The curve of his waist as he flipped the hem of his sweater up slightly with the quiet brush of his palm over his skin ringing out. It had his husband arching up against him when he tightened his other hand on those black locks. God, his husband was so pretty. The reactions he gave that fueled his own when he felt hips twitching against him curiously.
Pressing up firmly when they gave a subtle rock against him; hesitating before beginning a gentle rocking back and forth that he jumped to join in on. Pressing himself tightly to his husband, he rocked his hips down against the black-haired man. Side to side, it had him humming out at the man as he squeezed at his waist as their hips moved. Fuck, he loves him. There was no better way to spend time together other than this. These lazy afternoons made lazier with a high that would having him knocking out when he got home tonight.
He was sure that if his husband laid down tonight he'd be out like a light. There'd be none of those cute texts back and forth while he was working but he didn't mind that. His husband deserved some sleep. Rocking his hips down against Shouta, he loved the hum that left the black-haired man on a trembling note. He tightened his hold on those wild black locks of his with a sharp, fast sigh fanning out over his cheek which he couldn't help but mirror. A hand then pressed to his side before moving downwards.
Reaching for the hem of his sweater which was flipped up. Fingers traced over the curve of his waist before Shouta's hand was slipping beneath his sweater. Sliding along his side, tingles fanned beneath his skin in a wave that had him shuddering as he continued to rock his hips with his husband's. A lazy, slow speed with a firm press up that had his toes curling when he pressed down against the black-haired man. Loving the hushed groan it got him from his husband, he kept up that tight press down against him while he rocked his hips with his.
He was more than happy to keep things simple. He didn't know if he could handle sex while this damn high and he didn't want Shouta to possibly go through it. After all, the man was just as high as himself. But a blowjob? He could do that. A hand job? Absolutely. He wanted to float the idea of snowballing by his husband anyhow and a blowjob would be perfect to coaxed them into the conversation. He rocked his hips against his husband's when he felt that renewed pressure upwards against him had him shuddering.
Groaning quietly at the black-haired man who groaned back. A hand clutching at his hair tightly with one while the other slide under his sweater along his side to get those tingles fanning beneath his skin. Buzzing. Pooling into his stomach to twist into the all too familiar fluttering ache that had him pressing down harder against his husband. Loving that low groan it got him when his husband was pushing up against him insistently; he knew what he wanted. He knew Shouta wanted to flip over but he wasn't ready for that.
If anything, he wants to keep him on his back. And the frustrated little grunt from his husband was utterly adorable. As adorable as it was hot when the black-haired man squirmed beneath him. He merely pressed his hips down firmly to his when he gave a thrust that had his husband moaning at him. A soft, trembling sound with nails clawing at his scalp and down his side to his waist to get him sucking in a sharp breath. He thrusted again then pressing tightly to Shouta as he rocked his hips down.
He twisted into his arms giddily when he felt hips bucking against him with a moan spilling out of himself this time at the hit. The impact against him that had him shuddering with his back arching slightly. And he gave a playful roll of his hips down against his husband who squirmed. Twisting with a sharp breath before grinding his hips up idly against him which he happily changed his rocking out for. Grinding down against his husband who arched from the bed only for him to pin back him down against it.
To give him that tight, crushing sensation that always got the black-haired man off when he ground himself down against the black-haired man who huffed out when he felt his dick twitch curiously. That ache twisting into his lower stomach that wrapped down to welcome his groin into the fray. He rolled his hips down against his husband in that idle, absent minded grinding when he pressed his lips harder to Shouta's full ones. Acting in response to the press on the back of his head that spoke of that desire.
That want for a harder kiss which he was more than happy to give the black-haired man. A sharp smack rang out with that slide against full lips which inspired another kiss. Then another. Sharp smacks filling the quiet when the black-haired man pressed his lips with that answering hardness. Pressing to his fervently with hips grinding up at that idle speed against him which he was more than happy to return. God, he truly couldn't get enough of this man. There wasn't enough time in the day or the nights to get his fill of this man.
He ground his hips down against the black-haired man who groaned up at him with hands holding onto him. Fingers clutching sharply at his hair while nails dragged up and down his side. From the top of it down to the flare of his waist. Again, again, again. It had his skin tingling as he crushed his lips to the black-haired man's as they ground together in lazy circles that had his dick twitching at that firm pressure up against him. Sliding his lips against those full ones, he listened to the quiet rustle of the blanket when his husband squirmed.
The muted music of his game on the TV. The sharp smacks of their moving lips. The rustle of their pants rubbing together from their idle grinding. The low whine leaving the back of his husband's throat and the groan leaving himself. The trembling breaths that were slowly beginning to race. He ground himself against the black-haired man with that firm press that was returned to him by his husband. It had him groaning at the black-haired man who whined up at him with hips pressing firmly against him with those lazy circles.
It had him pressing harder to his husband who pressed up at him with an answering strength that had the black-haired man letting out a moan. A keening, trembling sound when he twisted in his arms to pin himself down tightly against his chest. Pinning his husband down to the bed had the black-haired man moaning at him with his volume trembling before rising up. Hands clutched him close as they possibly could with nails dragging over his scalp. Nails down the length of his side sending shivers racing down his back.
His hips bucked in a thrust against his husband who let out another trembling moan. Holding him tightly, he slid his hand along his husband's waist before clawing at him which had hips jumping. Grinding up against him, he ground himself down when he felt his husband trying to arch up when he only renewed that press down. He'd like to say he had no idea what was so exciting about being pinned down but he did. God, he understood it perfectly. There was many a time where the black-haired man had pinned him down on the bed.
When his husband would straddle him while using his weight to keep him down. Times where his husband crushed him up against the counter in the kitchen with lips trailing over his throat. Hands on his ass. When he was pinned to the couch with his husband rolling his hip playfully in his lap as he was held down. It was fucking exciting. There was nothing he adored more than having the black-haired man pin him down to the nearest surface. And God knows, he adores returning the favor to his husband who squirmed eagerly beneath him.
Wriggling.
Trying to find a give that he wouldn't be giving the black-haired man who whimpered then with excitement evident in the sound. So damn excited it had his own heart skipping wildly against his chest before sprinting quickly. As much as he would like to have sex, make love to this man, he didn't have the mental fortitude. Not with his head swaying and swimming but he could handle something simple. Like going down on him. He ground himself down tightly against his husband who moaned up at him with hands tightening on him.
Nails scratching at his scalp. A sharp yank on his hair that had him bucking against his husband again. His dick twitching again with interest when he ground himself tightly against the black-haired man. Tighter. Faster. It had his husband squirming, twisting, beneath him with hands holding onto him with breaths racing. Hitching. His own breaths hitched when he tightened his hold on his husband's hair. Squeezing it tightly to his fist earning himself another of those trembling moans that had his skin flashing with heat.
He happily twisted himself down against the black-haired man who was squirming. Twisting. Eagerly trying to find a give only to get none which had his husband whining shrilly with that note of excitement. It had him whining back at his husband who bucked his hips up to thrust against him. He'd never wanted someone more than this man. There's no one who could compare to his husband. Not even that night of cuckolding held the heat that he had right now for the black-haired man. It didn't begin to touch.
Grinding together with his husband who took his racing, trembling breaths much like himself. That hunger twisted into him with the intent on choking him silly. He clawed at his husband's waist as he pinned him down tightly to the bed. Rolling hips moving together with that tight grinding as he slid his lips against those full ones. Kissing him with a desire that was returned to him with a blazing heat. A lust to the way those lips slid against his. Hungry. It had his heart thudding sickeningly against his chest at the emotions being given to him.
He happily kissed his husband with that hungry lust that had breaths hitching as they fanned over his hot cheek. Fuck him, he loves this man. He can't get enough. Parting his lips slightly, he used the tip of his tongue to trace his husband's lower lip. Coming up to trace that top lip, he flicked at them with that silent question. And full lips then parted against his much to his delight as he moved his tongue forward. His piercing hitting off of teeth when his husband's tongue moved forward to slide against his.
Licking at him before pushing into his mouth with the tip of it playing with his piercing. Nudging, flicking, swirling around the metal ball much to his delight as he rubbed his tongue to Shouta's. Pressing his lips fervently to his as hips worked to grind together when he listened to the racing breaths being taken by the both of them as full lips pressed against his. A hard press as that tongue flicked at his jewelry again before rubbing their tongues together. A slick slide when he felt pre-come dripping into his boxers.
His dick giving a volley of twitches at the excitement twisting sharply into his chest as he slid his tongue against Shouta's. Heat flashing under his skin only to sink along his bones as he ground himself shamelessly to the black-haired man. Shuddering with his back arching when he slid his tongue against Shouta's; rubbing, sliding, flicking. Swirling, twisting, massaging to his. It had him opening his mouth wide, wide, wide for the black-haired man who huffed through his nose with hands clutching at him.
Nails dragging over his waist. His scalp. It had his back arching as he thrusted against the black-haired man. Now. Now, now, now was the time to break apart to mention what he wanted. Or he could go for it. He could break away the kiss now and explain while he was going down on him but did that give his husband ample time to think? To consider it? He didn't know. He was uncertain but God if he didn't want to bury himself between those thick thighs. If he didn't want that erection weighing his tongue down.
To feel it when his husband slipped down his throat effortlessly to clog it up. The salty taste of his skin. The musk of his soaps that would cling to his pelvis. The way those chaotic black curls would brush his cheeks and nose to tickle. He wants nothing more than to try. Just to try it once then strike it off their list. They never had to do it again. He just wanted to try and see if his husband would be willing to do this with him. Rolling his hips in tight, grinding circles against the black-haired man had him wriggling.
Squirming beneath him while he kept him pinned down properly to the bed. He twisted his tongue with his in a slick rub that had the black-haired man huffing out. That hand in his hair yanking at it sending sparks down his back when his hips bucked. And fuck if it didn't have his dick twitching in anther volley as pre-come dripped into his boxers. Creating a damp spot when he twisted with his back arching as he rubbed his tongue to Shouta's. Massaging it as he slid it against his husband's before undulating it up.
Sliding it to rub the bottom ball across the top of his husband's tongue earning himself a keening moan from the man beneath him. Thighs rubbed together in a squirm before pressing tightly to his waist. Squeezing together. It had him pressing himself down harder to the black-haired man who shuddered with hips bucking up against him sending sparks of heat up his back. Fuck, he loves it. Loves, loves, loves it. Hips thrusted against him again with another yank on his hair sending sparks racing down to his twitching dick.
His stomach pooling with heat when he rubbed his tongue to the black-haired man's. Twisting together with the light clicks of his piercing hitting off of teeth was deafening over the muffled music playing on his phone. He twisted into his husband's arms as he fought that urge to roll over. To pull Shouta on top of him and have him hump him silly. To turn this smoking session together into a high, humping session where they rutted and grinded together. No matter how good he knew that it would feel.
No, he couldn't. Not when he had an idea that he could only hope that his husband would agree with. He flicked his tongue at Shouta's when he pulled backwards from the kiss with a shaking breath. And his husband whimpered before lifting his head up with lips chasing after him. Pressing firmly to his once, twice, three times more with sharp smacks ringing out deafeningly in the quiet atmosphere. Lips came down on his a fourth time and a fifth where they pressed longer to his own. A hard, firm press of lips remaining still against his.
Lingering before he pulled back after lips slid against his in a kiss that he broke off quickly. He needed to ask this now. Pushing himself upwards to hover over his husband as his hair spilled over his shoulders to sway down. And fuck, if his husband didn't look positively lovely. Black locks spread over the blanket in loose, wild curls that glowed against the deep color of their comforter. A deep red blush smothered itself over his husband's cheeks that no doubt spread to his collar bones beneath his sweater.
A rich color that looked absolutely lovely against the pale skin of his husband's as black lashes fluttered against them before raising. A deep gray and rich dark eye looked up at him then; so close he swore he could see that pupil expanding in the dark color while the other pupil remained small in that gray eye. Full lips shined damply from his tongue along with a faint, light swell that promised to turn into something more later on if they shared more kisses. Something he hoped for desperately that he'd get.
Black brows squeezed together as Shouta's mouth fell open slightly with quiet, racing breaths being taken that had his chest fluttering. Beautiful. Stunning. Gorgeous. There was no word that could accurately describe the unbearably lovely sight of his husband spread out beneath him like this. No words that his high mind could comprehend, at least. And he happily leaned down to kiss at his husband's forehead with the man squirming beneath him. Twisting eagerly with hands holding onto him like he was an anchor keeping him from floating away.
Now or never.
"Shouta, baby, can I-I ask you somethin'?" The black-haired man blinked up at him then with a slight widening of those bloodshot eyes of his. His husband then nodded at him with a sparkle of curiosity to those dark eyes of his. Licking his lips, he took a breath then cleared his throat slightly. "I know what I want off of the list to do! And I don't want you to freak out or anything of the sort, baby, okay? It's not- It might not be, um, your cup of tea to do it and I want you to know you have every reason to reject it!"
"You're babbling, love." Soft. God, it did amazing things to his pounding heart to hear that husky voice calling him 'love' like that. It always did. He loves it that his husband was beginning to use his terms of endearment more freely, but nothing beats hearing that deep voice using his nickname. To hear the playful twist of his name leaving the black-haired man. Hands slid from his hair, his side, to come up and cup his face with thumbs moving on his cheekbones beneath his glasses. "Just tell me, yeah?"
Clearing his throat again, there was a rasp to it from his coughing fit. A rasp that he caught in that husky voice of his husband's when thumbs moved over his cheeks again when he met that gaze with a slow, deep breath before letting it out. "I want to try snowballing. I know you, um, might not have heard of it! But basically, I would go down on you and then after you come in my mouth, we, um, make out with it? Swap it from mouth to mouth before swallowing it. That's what I want to do."
He swore that blush deepened before his very eyes when his husband's lips parted as they moved silently. They then pinched together when black lashes fluttered in a blink before his husband looked away with a throat clearing of his own that rasped slightly. And then his husband was peeking up at him from beneath those black lashes. "I- Would, um, I have to swallow it? Because you know how I feel about swallowing cum. It's not exactly my thing, you know, unlike yourself. So would I-?"
"No! No, no, you don't have to swallow it! I would! You don't gotta do anything you don't wanna! If you don't want to do this then I can just suck you off and let that be that!" He shifted slightly with his husband squirming beneath him as if to get more comfortable when he swallowed. His face was burning unpleasantly with the tips of his ears stinging with heat. "No, you don't gotta do anything you don't want to, baby! I just- I want to try, you know? I want to try it just once and then we never have to do it again, you know?"
"I know." Shouta paused then with hands pressing gently to his cheeks to squish them slightly. Dark eyes flicking over his face when a sigh left the man as thumbs slid beneath the frames of his glasses along his cheek bones when that tongue darted out to lick his lips. Teeth dragging over it briefly before the black-haired man's thighs rubbed against his waist. "I-I don't exactly know how I feel about this but I'm willing to try. To let you try it just once, yeah? You promise this is a one-time thing?"
"I swear! I wouldn't think of trampling over your boundaries, baby, and if this really makes you feel uncomfortable then please, please tell me to fuck off with it, okay? I don't want you to be uncomfortable!" Hands squished his cheeks slightly when he then squirmed his hips with that tight press to Shouta's. "I don't want you to be upset or angry with me later, you know? So please, baby, tell me if this is a no-go! Regardless, I want to suck you off whether that ends with snowballing or not!"
Full lips pursed together slightly with another blink that had black lashes fluttering. His husband was lovely, but God knows if he said no then he would take the loss. He would respect his husband's decision no matter what it was. And he'd take it as law; just as he always did. If Shouta said no, then it was a no. There would be no cajoling or whining to get his way. His husband took a breath only to let it rush out shortly gaining his attention again. "You're too loving for your own good, you know that? Too nervous."
"Shouta, if you don't wanna then you don't-!"
"Hush! If you want to try snowballing then we can try snowballing, yeah ? I may not know how I feel about it but like you always say, consent can be given at any point and taken away, right? So, we have time, yeah ?" Hands squished his cheeks again when the black-haired man then smirked up at him wickedly with that Totoro- esque edge to it. His favorite. "Now, I don't know about you, but I think you can stand to do some cock sucking now and again, can't you, love? I think your mouth is a bit too empty, isn't it?"
God, was he lucky or what? Was he not the luckiest man on the planet in this given moment? He stared at his husband who raised black brows at him as if waiting for him to move. For him to retract his request but God knows he wasn't going too. Not now, not ever. And rather than waste his time with another verbal confirmation that would sink into a catty back and forth, he flew down. He crushed his lips in a hard press to Shouta's who let out a surprised sound but hands slid from his cheeks to curl his arms around his shoulders.
Holding him tight, tight, tight much to his joy as he slid his lips against those full ones in kisses that were punctuated by that sharp smack. Feeling full lips moving against his in response as arms tightened around his shoulders in a squeeze as he began to work his hand from black curls. From beneath his husband's head gently with his hand sliding over the cool blanket. Fuck, he loves this man. This giving, sweet, understanding man who loves him unconditionally. Loves him enough to toe the line of his boundary without crossing it.
Like he had said, they had time for Shouta to think this over. For him to deny it once he had a mouthful of come. If his husband said no by the time he was pulling off then so be it. Pulling back from those fervent kisses, he trailed his lips down to his chin. Along his jawline. He could feel his husband growing hard beneath him with hands twisting into his hair as he trailed his lips down his jaw towards his throat. It had his husband's head tilting backwards to offer it up to him which he happily pressed kisses along it.
Nipping at his Adam's Apple playfully then kissing softly at the thing when it bobbed beneath his lips with a swallow. He crawled his lips down to his husband's chest where he kissed softly over it, the material of his sweater softer than anything. Covering that fluttering chest with soft kisses in a flurry that had it fluttering beneath his lips. Had his heart sprinting beneath his lips from what he could feel beneath the material of his sweater before making his way downwards. He slid backwards with the blanket rustling beneath his knees.
Making his way down his husband's chest, he slid his hands up to his waist as he tensed himself to keep from toppling over when he flipped the hem of his sweater up. Making his way down to his stomach, he pushed his shirt up further where he began to press firm kisses to the warmth of his skin. His stomach that, over the past three years, has begun to soften ever so slightly. Still muscular but soft. It was his favorite thing about his husband. He kissed at his stomach down to his navel as he slid his hands up his husband's sides.
Thighs fell open with feet sliding over the bed. Hips raising up slightly when he slid his hands down his sides to trace the tips of them along the waistband of his sweatpants. Flicking playfully letting the waistband flip into place against his waist again, again, again. He then kissed at the start of his happy trail before opening his mouth up to lick down the length of it to his waistband. He curled his fingers into pants before tugging at them to coax them down to the tops of his thighs as he tugged playfully at the waistband with his teeth.
Letting it go in favor of trailing kisses just above the thing to that tattooed hip of his. The spelling of his name gracing that hip bone was the sexiest thing on his husband. Just like his four studs. He kissed along the sharp angle of his husband's hip before coming to the final letter in his name to which he bit down sharply on the spot to get hips jumping up. A gasp being taken above him when he slid his hands along his husband's inner thighs. Coaxing them to spread further for him as he nibbled at that hip bone gently.
Sucking at the skin playfully before kissing softly along the edge of it. Making his way just above the waistband of his boxers. Soft fluttering kisses that had his husband's hips arching upwards when he found himself at his happy trail once again. Right where it began to thicken before it dipped beneath the waistband of his boxers much to his delight. Right where it would give way to the patch of wild, chaotic black curls. He kissed firmly at the spot before nipping with a hitching breath being taken up above him.
He slid his hands along his husband's silky inner thighs. So soft they were compared to the rest of him. There was a small start of a dark patch on his boxers from the drops of pre-come leaving the black-haired man. His husband's racing breaths trembled up above him with hitches anticipation when he leaned down. Firmly kissing at that twitching bulge, his husband's hips arched up to press against his lips lightly when he gave another kiss. Firm, repeated kisses that had that bulge twitching beneath his lips.
Then he nuzzled his nose and lips to it. Gentle nuzzling at the twitching bulge that had his husband's breaths catching up above him on a stutter. Trembling when he pressed his lips and nose firmly against him. Rubbing gently with a low hum with fingers tightening on his hair to hold onto him. Keeping his hair pinned back away from his flushed fast when he lifted up from his nuzzling to give another kiss. A firm press down that had the black-haired man whining quietly at him when he opened his mouth to lap his tongue over it.
Catching the bitter taste of the drops soaking into his husband's boxers when he lapped at him again with a firm press down of his tongue against the man. It was amazing catching that faint taste soaking into his husband's boxers. He lapped at him before closing his mouth to suckle gently at him. Mouthing at the bulge with his husband's breaths hitching up above him when he sucked at the soaked fabric. His saliva soaking quickly into the thin material, he suckled at his husband before mouthing softly at him.
Biting down just enough to get his husband whining up above him with that note of excitement to the sound once again. It had his heart jumping in his chest as he lifted his mouth to lap his tongue over the twitching bulge giddily. Licking at the soaked patch he made from his saliva, his husband's hands sank into his hair to hold it away from his hot face. Whether they did it or not, he was burning up. There's nothing he loves more than to go down on this man. To suck on him until he was writhing, squirming beneath him.
Until hips were bucking up to thrust into his mouth. To have that thick erection of his weighing his tongue down. Filling his throat up good. It's one of the best things about going down on his husband. He closed his mouth around that twitching bulge to suckle at him with the quiet, wet sound of him sucking on soaked fabric ringing out. He slid his hands along the black-haired man's waist as he suckled at that growing bulge. Mouthing at him when he slid his hands from his waist down to his thighs as knees bent upwards.
Thighs twitching as if to come together before falling open further as he caressed his thighs. Kneading at him while he continued his gently suckling at the black-haired man who whimpered eagerly when he squirmed. That whimper deepening into a low groan when he tried to use more pressure in his mouthing. It had the black-haired man squirming with hips raising up to press against his mouth when he slid his hands along his husband's waist. He flicked his fingers playfully at the elastic band of his husband's boxers.
Letting it flip into place against his waist after pulling it away while he suckled at that twitching bulge. There was something hot to the last thing his husband had said; when that husky voice claimed his mouth was too empty. There was nothing he loved more than to see that coy flirtatious attitude in his husband like that. When he was confident like that. He'd dare say it was the sexiest thing his husband could possibly do. A turn on like nothing else when they were getting the slightest bit frisky like this.
He suckled firmly at his husband when he felt that twitch of his dick against his mouth. Loving that sensation as he lifted his mouth up to lap over him before curling his fingers into the elastic band of his boxers. Tugging it down, he felt his mouth water anew at the sight of his husband's half-hard erection as he tugged the fabric down to his upper thighs. His own dick twitched with a throb that had his thighs squirming together when he wrapped his fingers around the base of that half-hard erection.
Tugging him away from his stomach when he pressed his tongue to the base then licked his way along the underside of the twitching shaft. All the way up to the head where he lapped his tongue across it to catch a droplet of pre-come welling along the slit. The taste of it spreading over his tongue had him groaning as he lapped his tongue over it again with a playful grind of his piercing to the slit. An action that had his husband groaning back at him in that low trembling pitch. A needy sound that lit his blood aflame.
It had his heart jumping against his chest when he squeezed his squirming thighs together to soothe the ache of his groin as he swirled his tongue around the head. Prodding beneath the ridge of gently before giving a lazy stroke along the lower half of it when he bent his head down to his thumb. Resting innocently near the middle of his shaft then licking his way back up to the head which he kissed gently. Wild, chaotic black curls tickled his fingers to which he kept up that idle stroking along the lower half of his husband's half-hard erection.
Swirling his tongue around the head, he rubbed the middle of his tongue to the slit. Rubbing his piercing over it as pre-come spread over his tongue when he squeezed at the base firmly. His husband groaned down at him with hands tightening in his hair. He twisted his hand lazily with his strokes as he then prodded at his slit with the tip of his tongue. Tracing the small area giddily before lapping his tongue over it again. His husband was hardening in his grasp faster than he anticipated and he absolutely fucking loves it.
The black-haired man groaned above him with nails dragging over his scalp. It sent shivers down his back when he lapped at the head of his erection giddily to lick away those drops forming on the slit. The taste of that pre-come spreading over his tongue had him groaning as he then squeezed at the base of his husband's erection. Then he covered the head with his mouth to suckle at the head. Prodding the slit with his tongue coaxing another drop of that pre-come. Another taste of it only to get another drop.
It had his husband squirming with hips raising from the bed when he slid his hand up to Shouta's pelvis. Pushing his lower half to the bed, the black-haired man moaned eagerly with hips squirming when he sucked at the head of that hardening erection. Prodding at the slit as pre-come dripping shamelessly onto his tongue. He swirled his tongue playfully around the head with his tongue prodding at the slit when he suckled at the black-haired man. His husband squirmed with racing breaths being taken by the both of them.
Trembling with anticipation when he gave a few more lazy strokes along the lower half of his husband's erection with a firm squeeze down at the base. His lips wrapped tightly around the dripping head as he continued with his suckling at it. It had drop after drop welling from the slit that he prodded at. The taste of his pre-come spreading over his tongue much to his delight when fingers tightened their hold on his hair. Nails dragging over his scalp sending tingles racing down his back when he glanced up.
It was blurry but he could make out his husband's head rising from the bed with the blurry view of him biting at his lip. Whimpering pleadingly down at him when he continued his playful, light suckling on the head. Pre-come dripping shamelessly onto his tongue. He knew what Shouta wanted. He knew exactly what he wanted. Prodding at the slit to get a few more drops of pre-come with his light suckling, he stroked the lower half of his erection. Lazy twists while keeping his other hand firmly pressed down on Shouta's pelvis.
Keeping his hips from bucking up to thrust into his mouth. It was a tease that he absolutely adored when his husband fully hardened with a twitch as drops of pre-come dripped onto his tongue. A taste that had him groaning when he then took a breath with his gaze locked up on the blurry view of his husband's red face. And then, without wasting a moment, he dove down. A moan burst out of his husband as that erection slid over his tongue before pinning it down to the bottom of his mouth with its weight.
The dripping head hitting the back of his throat before sliding down it with the rest of that erection. Sinking down, down, down all six glorious fucking inches until he was at the base. Moaning around the black-haired man who clogged up his throat so fucking good with that thick erection of his. Slipping down his throat effortlessly when he finally reached the black-haired man's pelvis. His nose buried in those chaotic, wiry black curls that covered it with hips twitching beneath his hand as he pressed down to keep him still.
Sucking at the black-haired man idly, he couldn't help a low groan at the faint salt of his skin. The faint, lingering taste of his soap that he could smell on his pelvis had yet to fade away. Hips wriggled up to grind weakly against his lips as he let his eyes fluttering shut. Cutting off the blurry view of his husband. He didn't care if this was going too fast. He didn't care one damn bit. He was euphoric having that erection pinning his tongue down with its weight. Filling his throat allowing only small gasps of air to be taken.
The taste of him spreading over his tongue as he rubbed his tongue against the underside of his erection. Against the vein he could feel sticking out now that his husband was fully hard. Something he wanted to trace with the tip of his tongue and drive this man insane with. Later, however, he was sure he'd have time to go down on him again. When they both weren't higher than kites. He suckled at his husband giddily when he nuzzled his nose forward into those wiry black curls that tickled at it. At his cheeks.
His jaw relaxed the best it could to keep from dragging his teeth over his husband. Hips ground up weakly when he slid his hand from Shouta's pelvis up to curve along his side. Pushing his sweater up when hands left his hand briefly allowing his hair to spill into his face, but he didn't care. How could he? He'd damn say he was in heaven. His head was swimming, spinning, from the hit of weed and he felt untouchable. Like he was floating beneath his own skin as he suckled at his husband's erection that seemed to grow impossibly hard.
Filling up his throat, leaving it with that strange thick sensation with wisps of air getting down through his nose as he nuzzled it into coarse, wiry curls. It was everything he wanted and more. God, it felt perfectly. Unbelievably, unimaginably perfect to give in to the simplistic desire of going down on this man. Sucking at his husband, he paused to swallow the pooling saliva in his mouth to keep from drooling over his husband. He nuzzled his nose into the black curls giddily, he sucked firmly at the black-haired man.
A low whine of his own ripped out of him at how good it was. God, having the black-haired man down his throat never felt fucking better. He knew he could have lived with teasing him more, but he was so damn excited for it that he didn't want to wait. He wanted Shouta in his mouth, down his throat, right that second. He swallowed around his husband tearing a keening moan out of the man with a light bounce of the bed had him opening his eyes. And his husband's sweater was a lump sailing over the edge of the bed.
He eagerly swept his hands up over his sides to his chest when he pushed lightly. Forcing his husband to lay back with thighs coming together to press on either side of his head. Hands sliding forward into his hair to hold it away from his hot face once more as he suckled at the twitching erection in his mouth. Rubbing his tongue against the prominent vein he could feel tearing another moan out of his husband. Nails scratched at his scalp sending tingles racing down his back that had his thighs squirming.
His hips wriggling slightly when his dick gave a twitching throb when he felt that blood flow rushing down. A trigger he'd been waiting for as he dripped shamelessly into his boxers when he shifted his lower half down. Pressing himself to the bed with his legs stretching out only to bend up when his feet touch the headboard. He got himself comfortable with a quiet grunt when his husband moaned out again when he began suckling at him. Firm sucks that had the black-haired man whimpering up above him.
Swallowing around that heavy, twitching erection when he slid his hands up to fan out over his chest. Loving how it arched up slightly into his hands, the fingers in his hair tightened their grasps on it. Nails dragging over his scalp with that shiver worthy pleasure when he groaned around the black-haired man's erection. Inhaling that faint trace of vanilla lingering at his pelvis from his body soap. It was heaven. The warmth of him so close to his face with his erection buried down his throat as hips rocked weakly against his mouth?
It was by far the greatest fucking thing. The absolute best and he couldn't get enough of this. They hadn't properly started, and he was euphoric. He was absolutely hungry for his husband to fuck his throat. To fuck his mouth and come into it. To do this again and have him come down his throat. It had his heart sprinting sickeningly against his chest when his hardening dick twitched with his thighs squirming together. God, had he ever gotten harder faster? Was it because his husband was open to trying snowballing?
Or because he had the black-haired man so far down his throat that he got the barest wisps of air? It had him squirming with his hands clutching at his husband's chest with a low, throaty moan spilling out of him. A trembling sound that he couldn't stop himself from echoing when he slid his thumbs to rub over his areolas blindly. To flick over his nipples when his husband whimpered down at him pleadingly as he sucked at him. Rubbing his tongue awkwardly against the underside of his erection the best that he possibly can.
His lashes fluttered on his hot cheeks when his hips wriggled side to side to adjust his weight. Pressing himself down firmly to the bed to give his aching crotch something to soothe it. A pressure of some kind as his hardening erection throbbed lightly with the gush of blood to it. He'd been thinking about this for days; the idea of possibly snowballing? The idea of going down on his husband? It was a fantasy that spun round and round in his mind without fail when he contemplated bringing it up to his husband.
It turns out that getting high was merely the gateway he needed to bringing it up with his husband who seemed somewhat receptive. If he decided at the last moment, he didn't want to do this then it was fine. He'd take his answer not to and leave it at that. But he truly, truly hoped his husband would at least try it. He suckled at the black-haired man's erection that twitched. Throbbing down his throat when he swallowed hard once, twice, around his husband who moaned enthusiastically down at him. Hands tightening their holds on his hair.
Hips rocking up against his mouth when he gave another hard swallow that had hips arching up against his mouth when he happily lifted his head away from his pelvis with hitching breaths being taken. He slid up, up, up to the head where he suckled at the dripping thing before diving down. Taking him down his throat in one fail swoop that had his husband moaning when he then returned to the base. Swallowing around him before sliding up to the halfway mark as he began to bob his head as he suckled at his husband.
Swallowing to keep from drooling as he bobbed his head slowly; sucking at the black-haired man. Rubbing his tongue, grinding his piercing, against that prominent vein along the underside of his husband's erection. Sucking at the throbbing shaft as he bobbed his head idly along his erection that twitched against his tongue. He rubbed his tongue against that vein tearing keening moans out of his husband as he bobbed his head with hands clutching at his hair. Racing, shallow pants being taken up above him.
Hands clinging onto his hair fiercely with a strong grasp that had him moaning out. One that created a sharp, consistent pull on his scalp that resulted in sparks racing down his back coaxing it to arch. Moaning around his husband's erection, he bobbed his head giddily while suckling at the man. Hollowing his cheeks ever so slightly as that erection slipped in and out of his throat effortlessly. It had him shuddering at the moans spilling out of his husband while he bobbed his head slowly. Taking his time with it.
Taking his time bobbing his head with his tongue moving to rub along the underside of his erection. Grinding his piercing against it with hips squirming slightly with his husband clinging onto his hair. Hard squeezes that had his erection filling out with a twitch as his hips squirmed before grinding down against the bed idly. Moving in time with his bobbing head as his cheeks burned. God, he tasted so fucking good. There was no other way to explain it other than the fact that his husband always fit so perfectly in his mouth.
Down his throat. He could go down on this man day after day. Anything to have his dick in his mouth. Down his throat to fill it up leaving him with wisps of air that he took when he would bottom out at the base. He swallowed with a slurp to keep from drooling over his husband. To keep from drooling over himself and making more of a mess than he intended to make. He giddily swallowed each time he was sinking down to the base with a reedy whimper flying out of his husband. God, when was the last time he went down on him?
When was the last time he had this drool worthy erection of his down his throat? Since he got to have all six of those glorious inches clogging up his throat and filling up his mouth? It was hard to remember. As focused as he was on the task, his head still swayed effortlessly with the effects of his weed he'd taken his hit of. He was weightless in his own body. Absolutely delirious with that high as he suckled at his husband. Bobbing his head slowly had hands tightening on his hair as he slid up and down, up and down, up and down.
Shuddering at that drool worthy rub against his throat. It had him moaning around his husband when he bottomed only for hips to rock up against his mouth when he buried his nose into those wild curls, he so adored. Loving the snapping groan that flew out of his husband when he swallowed around him hard. And swallowed. Swallowing, swallowing, swallowing as the black-haired man rocked his hips up tightly against his mouth. Pressing tightly against him with another guttural, snapping groan leaving the man.
Thighs coming together to press against either side of his head with a restless rub that had him moaning around the man again. And so, he did the next best thing when his husband moaned back; he began to hum. Bobbing his head at that slow, idle speed did he hummed in an absentminded manner as he slid himself up and down along the black-haired man's erection. And God if he didn't love how those thighs rubbed and squirmed on either side of his head. How those strong hands yanked at his hair.
The keening, pleading moan spilling out of his husband who no doubt arched his back up given the push of his chest into his hands. He moved his thumbs to flick over hardened nipples as his husband shuddered with goosebumps raising over his skin. He slid his hands down his chest to his stomach then right back up. Palms brushing over hardened nipples in a sliding caress that had his husband whining. Squirming. Twisting. Hips thrusting up slightly into his mouth much to his delight when he bobbed his head faster.
His hair spilling over his shoulders was annoying but God if he couldn't ignore it so long as Shouta kept his hair out of his face. What did he look like? What was the sight that Shouta had? Was his husband getting off on the sight of his lips wrapped around his erection? Watching him sink down on his erection again and again in his bobbing rhythm? What did he look like? Did he look like a slut? Did he look sexy? Did he look attractive? He'd have to ask his husband later about it just to get a glimpse as to what the black-haired man saw.
Anything to hear that deep, husky voice explaining in detail what he saw. He shuddered when he rolled his hips down to grind into the bed. Rubbing himself shamelessly to the bed as pre-come dripped into his boxers creating a wet patch that clung to him. He shuddered as he rolled his hips downwards in tight circles as he bobbed his head along his husband's erection. Swallowing to keep from drooling onto to hum when he bottomed out. Keeping a steady, even hum when he felt hands beginning to weakly tug at his hair to coax him up.
Push him down. And he happily kept up his humming as he bobbed his head with his tongue moving to rub along the underside. He could feel hips twitching to thrust up into his mouth shallowly much to his delight, but he didn't want him to rush it. Didn't want to push his husband to move yet. What he'd give to be able to open his eyes and see the black-haired man above him if he lifted his head up. To see that chest pushing into his hands as he flicked his thumbs over his nipples in playful flicks.
Bringing his fingers together to pinch sharply at them had his husband whimpering at him again as hips thrusted up when he flew downwards. His humming was broken up by a moan when he got that familiar hit against his mouth. He happily began to speed up his bobbing to that quick speed. Sucking at his husband who thrusted up weakly each time he came down. Hands pushing him down weakly with that silent insistence which he happily moved along with as he suckled at the twitching, throbbing erection weighing his tongue down.
God, there's nothing he loves more than to have this man down his throat. To have him in his mouth. To relish in the tickle of black curls against his nose and cheeks. The way he weighed down his tongue perfectly. The taste of him that he truly couldn't get enough of with each suck. The taste of pre-come on the back of his tongue. It was all heavenly with each bob of his head. He happily flew up towards the head where he sucked and prodded at the slit briefly. Then he flew down to the base in compliance with the weak pushing on his head.
He rolled his fingers to twist the black-haired man's nipples idly while he bobbed his head which had his husband moaning down at him. Hips jumping to meet his downwards slides as he listened to his deafening slurp when he swallowed to keep from drooling. From choking on his pooling saliva. God, he'd been dreaming of the day he was squeezed between his husband's thighs. They wriggled and pressed to either side of his head. Against his ears. God, it had him panting through his nose frantically when he squirmed.
Hips thrusting against the bed when he forced his fingers to let go his husband's nipples with their idle twists to instead slide them down his chest. It had him panting through his nose when his hips thrusted against the bed with his fingers releasing their pinch on his husband's nipples to slide down his chest. Over his stomach that quivered viciously beneath his touch when he raised his hands up to slid along his husband's thighs. Kneading at the outside, he felt legs moving then with feet crossing no doubt.
He still had his sweater on, his joggers, and he was insufferably hot, but he could swear he felt that metal heel digging into the middle of his back. Feel its touch as Shouta crossed his feet to tighten his thighs around his head. Fuck him, high or not, an afternoon buried between this man's legs was the fucking best way to spend his afternoon. He'd have it no other way as he bobbed his head in long, fast lifts and drops. Lifting his head from tip to base had his neck aching lightly from the exaggerated movements.
But God damn him if he was going to stop now. He couldn't begin to think of stopping now. He slid up to the head where he suckled fervently at the dripping thing. Rubbing the middle of his tongue, his piercing, against the slit giddily as the taste of his pre-come dripped onto his tongue. He suckled fervently at him before diving down along his shaft in compliance with that push on his head. Humming when he flew down to the base with his tongue moving to rub itself against the underside of his erection.
Sucking at the man fervently as he bobbed his head had the man moaning up above him with hands tightening on his hair. Clutching their held fistfuls which merely yanked with a taut pull on his scalp that had him gasping through his nose. Moaning encouragingly when he bobbed fast, fast, fast as he could with thighs squirming restlessly on either side of his head. Pressing against his ears with the threat of ripping his hearing aids out. It was hot. It was something that he wouldn't mind in the slightest bit.
He merely moaned at the black-haired man as he sucked fervently at the twitching erection weighing his tongue down. God, he was so fucking thick. There was nothing thicker than his husband and he'd had the pleasure of having the man inside of him. He knew just how thick, how good he felt inside of him. He knew it and God if some part of him didn't love to reflect back on their anniversary last year. If he didn't get off on the memory of it. He bobbed his head quickly with a slurp ringing out as he tried to swallow his mouthful of saliva.
Fuck, it was pooling in the bottom of his mouth, but that swallow didn't stop a small droplet from rolling down his chin. Fuck. Well, there was no changing that. Instead, he focused on rubbing his tongue up along the underside of the throbbing erection in his mouth; throbbing, throbbing, throbbing. Twitching. Heavy on his tongue but God if that wasn't a comforting weight as he kneaded at his husband's squirming thighs. Sliding his hands from knee to upper thigh again, again, again. Sliding over pants then up along smooth skin.
He'd have to take his clothing off next time before he went down on him. He bobbed his head giddily with his jaw slacking with that faint ache running along it but he ignored it. Instead focusing on the way that erection slipped down his throat. Oh god, if it wasn't a wonderful sensation. If it didn't clog his throat up deliciously. It had him moaning around the black-haired man as his own erection throbbed erratically with pre-come dribbling to soak into his boxers. They clung to him damply which had his hips squirming.
Clinging to him unpleasantly and he was sure soon enough it'd soak through to his pants if he wasn't careful, but he couldn't think on it. Not when he was focusing on bobbing his head. Not getting distracted by the way his head was swimming. How it was swaying unpleasantly with the black-haired man slipping over his tongue pleasantly. The taste of him that he found oh so wonderful. He could suck this man's dick all day every day. He hated the stereotype that tops didn't know what to do when it came to a bottom.
That tops didn't know how to give head properly or how to do anything a bottom did. It was an awful stereotype that all bottoms were gifted in servicing their tops. It was little clichés that had him and Shouta cackling over countless times. For he was a top and there's nothing he loves more than sucking this man's dick. There's nothing he loves more than burying himself between these thick, muscular thighs that squeezed his head so fucking good. About eating out his husband before fucking him with his fingers that he couldn't get enough of.
It was one of his many pleasures in life; being able to go down on his husband. To give him that pleasure first before receiving whatever the black-haired man had the energy to give him. It's what made fucking him so good. What made lovemaking so sweet. They had their balance; he knew exactly how to please his husband, how to make him feel good, and there would never be a day where he wasn't willing to do this. He would suck him off every night if he had it his way, but the black-haired man refused the ideas of blowjobs every night.
However, he'd seen the temptation in that dark gaze one too many times for him to not know that it was tempting. That his husband had thought about it once or twice. God, he'd thought about it many times. The idea of Shouta buried between his thighs? Struggling to take all of him as he paused halfway down to breathe. To relax his jaw before gagging as he made it to the base? The tears that bloomed on dark lashes? Fuck, it was a sight of beauty. He'd love to see it every night.
But it was a fantasy between them that merely acted to get them off when they wanted. He huffed through his nose with his hips working to grind down against the bed with his thighs squirming and tensing. His heart hammering against his chest as he slid his hands over his husband's thighs up to his hips. Squeezing at them as they thrusted up to meet his downwards drops. Thrusting into his mouth gently rather than that hard face fucking. Was it because his husband was high? Or did his husband want to be gentle this afternoon?
Regardless, he didn't care one fucking bit so long as he got to suck him off. So long as they tried snowballing just once. He had no clue how Shouta would feel on it when the high was gone but he'd be more than willing to make it up to him. To go above and beyond for their next choices if it made his husband happy. Bobbing hi head quickly, he kneaded at his husband's thighs when he decided to step everything up. He could feel Shouta's hands tugging and shoving him down to the base, but he needed to add something more to it.
Something that would push his husband to an orgasm. And taking a slow, deep breath when he bottomed out at the base of his husband's erection, he swallowed before he activated his quirk. And he began to buzz. Oh, it had his husband crying out with a jolt with hips snapping up then with a sudden burst of strength. It had him moaning at the black-haired man in response as he bobbed his head quickly in compliance to the pull and shove of his husband's hands as he buzzed cheerfully around the black-haired man's erection.
Hollowing his cheeks the best that he absolutely could, he bobbed his head quickly from head to base. God, his husband didn't think it was much, but he had six inches that he couldn't help but find himself eager to choke himself on. To stroke. To play with when he was trapped on his lap. It was above average, and every damn inch was glorious. Fitting down his throat perfectly the way it was merely proved his point. He didn't need Shouta to be big like himself or like the nine inch dildo in their drawer or the men on those porn videos.
His husband was perfect the way he was, and he was determined to show that to him. He buzzed around that throbbing erection that weighed his tongue down. That tasted so fucking good as pre-come dribbled onto the back of his tongue. Fuck him, everything about this was perfect. The hands actively pushing him down to shove him to the base where he nuzzled his nose into the wiry, chaotic black curls covering his husband's pelvis. They were chaotic, ungroomed, and he absolutely adored burying his nose into them.
He couldn't get enough of it. Bobbing his head quickly, he tried his best to buzz faster; to increase the strength of his buzzing slightly which had his husband moaning at him. A shrill, needy sound. A wanton sound that lit his blood aflame as his erection throbbed as he rutted against the bed eagerly. Kneading at his husband's thighs, his lashes fluttered on his cheeks. He couldn't get enough of this man; not now, not ever. He truly needed to go down on him more often, didn't he? He needed to do more in terms of oral.
There was a simplistic pleasure in sucking this man's dick and he needed to indulge in it more often. He swore he would. The same could be said when it came to eating him out; he needed to do it much, much more often. There was more to sex than merely fucking his husband with his fingers and his erection. There was more to it than fucking and being done with it, wasn't there? A groan burst out of him to ruin his buzzing, but he quickly swallowed it down. Slurping when he swallowed the pooling saliva in his mouth.
Taking another breath then beginning to buzz around him again. Bobbing his head fast, fast, fast as he could. Buzzing with that fervent speed and intensity that had his husband shouting out with hands tightening in his hair when he was pulled up then shoved down with more confidence. No longer weak pushes and pulls. No more weak thrusts but rather firm thrusts up against his mouth that had him struggling not to moan at the impact of those hips striking his mouth. A firm hit that had him moaning at the black-haired man.
He moved his head quickly with his neck threatening to cramp up when thighs squirmed and rubbed against his head. Restless squirms that ripped his right hearing aid out, but he ignored it when it fell to the bed. When they were done, he'd pick it up. For now, he was focusing on buzzing with that consistency. The speed that had hips thrusting up with the black-haired man thrusting into his mouth; sliding down his throat much to his delight. He knew if he kept it consistent, kept it going the way it would, then his husband was going to come.
He could feel it in the way that his erection twitched and throbbed as it slid over his tongue. Down his throat. He just had to remember to pull back, so Shouta came in his mouth rather than down his throat like he always did. It would take some remembering but he's sure that he can manage it. He has too if they want to try this. Bobbing his head quickly, he began to hollow out his cheeks as he buzzed quickly around the black-haired man giddily. Loving how those hands in his hair tightened on their grasps.
Pulling sharply at his hair which had his erection throbbing with a twitch as sparks raced down his back. Hips moving to roll down to the bed in that tight grinding against it with a keening moan ripping out of him. God, had he ever been harder? He squirmed with hips thrusting against the bed causing it to bounce lightly beneath him as he buzzed faster. Harder. It had his husband howling out above him with hands ripping at his hair as he was jerked up where he buzzed around the head of his erection.
Prodding at the slid with the tip of his tongue before grinding his piercing against it before he was shoved to the base. Slammed to his husband's pelvis much to his delight even if it did have his nose aching slightly. He was shoved up and down, up and down, up and down with hips snapping up to hit against his mouth. God, it was so good, so good, so good! He suckled at the black-haired man the best he could while maintaining his buzzing. He moved his head in compliance with that harsh pull and shove of his husband's hands in his hair.
Moving fast, fast, fast but God if he wasn't happy for Shouta's hands guiding him. It took some of the strain of his neck off of it as thighs squirmed restlessly against his head. It was odd to hear that rustle of pants against his left ear but nothing in his right. To hear with one side always left him off-kilter but he ignored it. Instead focusing on bobbing his head quickly along his husband's shaft as he held onto his trembling thighs. Was he close? He hoped he was. He stepped up his buzzing to that "second setting" his husband always called it.
And it had the man wailing out as he was shoved faster to the base. Hips snapping against his mouth harshly with fingers twisting tightly into his hair. Pants hitched up above him as he bobbed his head fast as he could. Quickly. He was devoted to making this man come and he was going to do it, dammit. He wanted nothing more than to try this snowballing the best they could and for that he needed Shouta to come. Even if his head was swaying, spinning, unpleasantly he was going to make damn sure he felt good.
That at least one of them came. He bobbed his head fast, fast, fast with his suction being increased with his buzzing as his husband's pants raced above him. Ragged. It had his heart pounding against his chest at the thought of getting his husband off so fast. But he had to admit, his quirk did come in handy; at least with the buzzing he was using around his husband's throbbing erection. He was sure that if he kept it up, if he buzzed faster, it would work like a vibrator. It would work in tipping his husband over.
His husband had once used a vibrator on himself and had said it felt just like it. He had yet to use a vibrator on himself in that manner, but he always meant to find out. He fought the urge to huff out through his nose as he bobbed his head fast. Spinning. Swimming. Hot, hot, hot. He was so hot with hands clutching his hair fervently. Shoving him down faster, faster, faster to his pelvis. His nose aching from the sharp impact as he squeezed at trembling thighs. He could feel his husband getting there, getting there, getting there.
Clinging onto his husband who was huffing up above him as he rubbed his tongue against the underside of that throbbing erection. Was he close? Was his husband getting there? The throbbing of his own erection was driving him insane as he rutted against the bed desperately to try and give himself friction. Relief. He was drowning in the heat as he suckled at his husband when he amped up his buzzing. It had his husband crying out with thighs writhing around his head with the threat of knocking his left hearing aid out.
He bobbed his head fast, fast, fast. Buzzing hard. Sucking hard. He needed him to come. He bobbed his head with hips snapping against his mouth as Shouta thrusted into it. Slipping down his throat slickly, the throbbing shaft seemed to throb faster. Twitching with pre-come dribbling down his throat forcing him to swallow in between his buzzing. But God if he didn't care about a little drooling, a little pile up, as he bobbed his head. What was Shouta thinking about? What could that hazy mind of his be thinking about?
Was he watching bob along his shaft? Was his mouth hot like Shouta's was when it was on him? Was it unbearably wet? He had to imagine it was given how those hips snapped up to thrust into his mouth. Down his throat. God, he needs to do this more often. Let his husband fuck his throat and mouth like this when he wanted. He'd love nothing more than to have this thick fucking erection down his throat clogging it up. He buzzed, buzzed, buzzed around his husband who writhed and twisted beneath him.
Gasping up above him with hips grinding against his lips each time he was slammed down to the base. His nose buried within those chaotic black curls of his that covered his pelvis. He slid his hands along his husband's shaking thighs when the black-haired man was shouting when he bumped up his buzzing. Sucking around him as he hollowed out his cheeks fervently. Anything he could think of to make this man hurry and come for him was his absolute goal. The only thing that mattered was getting his husband off.
In making him feel good while they did this. For even if he said no, a blowjob was still a blowjob. And he wanted to make sure that it felt good for his husband who was twisting and writhing beneath him. Gasping in his breaths only for them to fly out on muffled moans. Rasping groans. Pleading, wanton whimpers that filled the quiet of their bedroom over that soft gameplay music. Making Shouta feel good, to make him come, was always his goal this afternoon. Always the goal when he was thinking of mentioning snowballing.
It didn't matter how or when they got there but only that he ended up between this man's thighs. That he was making him come so fucking hard that he saw stars. And he intended to do just that as he sucked at the black-haired man fervently. Bobbing his head as fast as he could despite the faint ache that was radiating through his neck leaving him wincing. He had to keep going. He knew he did. He wanted nothing more than for this man to come. For him to make his husband feel good enough to come that hard.
He sucked at that throbbing shaft giddily with the hands in his hair yanking at his hair viciously. Sending pain shrieking over his scalp only to snap down his back in sparks that had him shuddering. Had his erection throbbing as he continued thrusting down against the bed to give himself some pleasure as well. Anything to soothe that throbbing that was driving him made. A throbbing that was identical to the way that Shouta's erection was throbbing as it slid over his tongue. Down his throat. He was close.
The black-haired man didn't need to breathe a word to him for him to know that he was close. And if Shouta was as high as himself then he knew that words would be incredibly hard for the black-haired man to hold onto. There'd be none of that dirty talk but they didn't always need it. There was never a need when it came to sex for that babbled dirty talk. It was meant to rile the other up. To get them worked up. It wasn't needed but it was damn nice to hear his husband howl how bad he wants him. How he wants his dick.
How he needs him so bad. How he often wailed out when he was about to come. As if he had to warn him for some unknown reason. He bobbed his head along that throbbing erection with the intent on making this man come already as he buzzed harder. Faster. Making sure to amplify it when he was hitting the base of his husband's erection each time he bottomed out. Hips grinding frantically against his mouth with hands yanking uselessly at his hair when the black-haired man was gasping shrilly.
Thighs rubbing, squirming, on either side of his head frantically when he then felt them tensing up. He slid his hands along his thighs up to his stomach that tensed under his touch. His erection throbbed frantically over his tongue when he opened his eyes to find the sight of Shouta's chest arching up blocking off the view of his face. The muscles of his stomach and pelvis tensing in thrusts that hit harshly against his mouth when he shut his eyes again. To fight off the spinning in his head threatening to put him off.
He sucked at his husband as he buzzed hard, fast, around the black-haired man when his husband was shouting. Was howling his name like a chant spilling out of him that he was helpless to fight again. Compelled too. Howling it like he was a curse. Moaning it desperately; wantonly with hands yanking at his hair when he was shoved up and down, up and down frantically along that throbbing shaft frantically. Urgently. Whimpering his name needily. Gasping it breathlessly. Hizashi, Hizashi, Hizashi, Hizashi!
It was a string of his name that broke up a slew of "yes, yes, yes, yes!" leaving his gasping husband. And then he was moaning loudly but it was muffled. Biting at his lip? He had not a clue but his husband was stiffening up when he was jerked up towards the head of his throbbing erection quickly. Shaking when he shuddered at the spurts landing on his tongue. The head pressed to his tongue firmly to keep it from shooting down his throat. It was warm. It was salty with a musk to it that he knew his husband might not find appealing.
Thick. Ohhhh, it was so thick on his tongue that he had to fight that urge to swallow it down the way he would any other time. His husband's erection throbbed frantically with the black-haired man moaning in a choked, hoarse manner above him. A garbled name mixed with the slurred moan of his name leaving his husband. Hot, hot, hot. His come was so hot on his tongue with its musky taste when his husband trembled through his orgasm until he slumped. Sighing out when he popped off of his husband with hands leaving his hair.
Thighs squirming, twitching, on either side of his head fell open when he opened his eyes with his mouth shutting. Keeping the come from dribbling out. He lifted himself up onto his knees with Shouta pushing himself up into a sitting position. And fuck him, he looks beautiful. That deep red blush smothered over his cheeks that spread down to his collar bones. The way his nipples perked up with wild chaotic black curls covering his chest. The wild disarray of his hair from rubbing over the blanket.
That bloodshot hue to his dark eyes that remained as they looked at him in a daze. The way his lower lip looked a tad swollen; biting at it? When would he had done that? He had not a clue but he fought the urge to swallow when he let out a hum for that silent question. His hands resting on his husband's twitching thighs when black lashes fluttered with a blink when lips pinched together. A look of hesitation crossing that flushed face when his husband reached down to cover his hands with fingers then reaching for his wrists.
Leaning forward with black brows squeezing together, his husband nodded at him then. Hesitant. He leaned forward when he noted Shouta's mouth opening slower than his own but he took his time with opening his. With leaning forward to gently press his lips to those swollen ones when his husband let out a huffing exhale. He used his tongue to push the come into his husband's mouth. There was a hesitation to his husband but the black-haired man moved his tongue to push his come back into his mouth.
Gentle, slow movements of tongues pushing and cupping the come with thier tongues as lips pressed against his. A hand coming up to cup the side of his neck with a shake when that come was pushed back and forth. Gentle. Careful. He let out a shaking, hoarse hum as he gently pushed the come into his husband's mouth who was quick to push the musky, salty liquid back into his mouth without a second thought. Faster each time as if he were afraid of swallowing his own come and he didn't blame him for that.
He twisted his tongue to carefully accept the come each time before pushing it into Shouta's mouth. Swapping it back and forth carefully before he slid his tongue against Shouta's in a rub when he accepted that come. As if it were smoke from a gunshot blow. It had his heart pounding in his chest while they swapped that come back and forth. Playful but gentle. Cautious but interested as that tongue flicked at his piercing when the come was pushed into his mouth once more. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.
Gentle as the come was pushed from mouth to mouth. Like they were trading a ball back and forth. Pushing, licking, lapping and cupping tongues while his husband remained stiff to keep the come from going down his throat and he didn't blame him. Not one bit did he fault the man for being so cautious. Swapping the substance back and forth, he felt a dribble run down his chin when he huffed out with racing breaths as his erection throbbed. Pre-come allowing his boxers to stick to him unpleasantly.
Nothing was hotter than this. Oh, fuck, he was having the time of his life swapping that musky come back and forth like it was a damn game. A playful game between them that they were indulging in with one another. He swapped the come back and forth before he lapped at his husband's tongue when the come was pushed back into his mouth. Lapping at his mouth like he was a sweet treat he needed every damn trace of. Shouta's tongue tasted musky; or was that his own tongue with the come on it?
He had not a clue but he lapped at his husband's tongue before he pulled back. Strands of saliva connecting their tongues together with a faint cloudy appearance. The come mixed into it when he closed his mouth to swallow the warm liquid. Then he leaned in to lap away the dribble running down Shouta's chin only to lean in with his husband's lips pressing to his again. Arms curling around his shoulders as that tongue slid against his. Musky. Salty. It was hard to pin who tasted like what but he was over the moon.
Absolutely electric that he could taste the black-haired man's come on him. He slid his tongue gently, sweetly against his husband's as the man let out a huffing breath as fingers twisted gently into his hair once more. His tongue flicking playfully at his piercing, he pulled back then when his husband let out a trembling breath. Dark eyes glistening at him with sparkle of curiosity to them as full lips parted slightly. As if he were about to speak yet nothing was coming out. Lips trembling with that curios sparkle to dark eyes.
There was a quiet croak of a sound that left his husband before he glanced down at his erection that made no secret straining against his pants to which he glance down. The pre-come had, indeed, soaked through but he didn't care. Not when the black-haired man blinked. Black lashes fluttering when those dark eyes pulled away from the sight of his erection straining against his joggers. Away from the mortifying dark patch when the black-haired man then snorted. Hands then cupped his face and lips pressed to the tip of his nose.
"Yo-You're a fucking horny di-disaster, aren't you, love? Nothin' more than a cum-guzzling fiend, huh? Su-Sure are lucky I love you!" He couldn't help a giggle when Shouta nuzzled their noses together. A rub that he returned as he reached up to grip his wrists gently when the black-haired man then pulled back with a kiss to the bridge of his nose as he fought the urge to squint. To make out his husband's red face when the man squished his cheeks. "Do-Do you want help with that? I ca-can help you with it, I do-don't mind!"
"I'm a ho-horny disaster but you love m-mmme! And I love you so fu-fuckin' much for this!" He loved the smile he just barely made out; blurry but he made it out, nonetheless. Bemused. Affectionate. It was a warm smile that had him utterly melting when he slid his thumbs up to stroke the backs of his husband's hands. "An-And I'm fine! I can ta-take care of m-mmmyself! You just worry 'bout cle-cleanin' yourself up and I'll go take care of myself, yeah? Re-Relax, baby! I'll get us some sna-snacks when we're done! Deal?"
"Deal. Lo-Love you, Zashi."
"I love you too, baby." Lips pecked the tip of his nose then to which he giggled before sliding his hands down his husband's forearms. God, does he love this man more than fucking anything. Now he just had to get to the bathroom, help himself out, and then get them some snacks. Then they'd discuss dinner plans together and with the kids. Then he'd be getting ready for work. But until then he wanted to indulge in his lazy afternoon for a bit longer with his husband. Surely that wasn't too much to ask, now, was it?