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

by CrypticBeans

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

4. Muzzle It!

"Hizashi, what in the world am I looking at right now?"

"The muzzle you sent me!"

"And why am I looking at the muzzle I sent you?"

Hizashi smiled at the incredulous waver to his husband's voice as he stood before he bed with curls hanging damply to his upper back. Reaching out, he slipped his hands beneath his husband's tank top of the night when he dipped his head down to kiss his warm, flushed shoulder. Winter was the one time of the year where he was more than happy to indulge in the scalding showers his husband took. "Well, I was hoping you'd be okay with using it on me! It's like with the gag, remember?"

"Of course I remember! I just- I'm trying to understand why it is that you want to use a muzzle tonight on yourself! And why you want to do it willingly! Because I-I just want to wrap my head around it, you know? And you touching is not helping me, Hizashi!" He chuckled lowly when his husband's voice strained higher briefly; a waver to that deep voice when he slid his hands along his husband's waist with a brief squeeze. "Can you give one good reason why you want to be muzzled tonight?"

"Mmmm, well, I think I want to play with that trust. I want to be really forced into silence, you know? I think it's fucking hot, don't you think? You doing whatever the hell you want with me, and I can't say a damn thing about it? To have you eat me out so good I'm begging for the muzzle to come off?" A shudder ran down his husband's back when he nipped at his ear before squeezing at his waist again. "To have you ride my cock and fuck me silly all while I can't say a thing? Don't you think I talk too much, baby?"

"Yeah, but I like hearing you babble like an idiot." Humming softly, he blew playfully a gentle stream of air into his husband's ear causing him to shudder with hands coming down to grab at his wrists. To move him away? Or hold them still? He curled his arms forward with hands sliding along his forearms with a sigh leaving the man. "You've got the most colorful bedroom talk I've ever heard, to quote Nezu. I like hearing you talk dirty to me. Would you be able to handle not talking? Using only sign during this?"

"I'm perfectly fine with using signs if need be! We still have our squeeze system that we adapted to the color system and our safe word so I can keep you in the loop!" He slid his hands along his husband's waist again when he leaned down to kiss the side of his neck. Loving the shiver that ran over his husband when he kneaded at his waist gently. "I trust that I can wear a muzzle around you. You may like my dirty talk, but don't you think it's hot that you'll be forcing me to stay quiet? Doesn't that sound hot?"

"I-I guess it does sound kinda hot about keeping you silent like that. If you're comfortable with it, then I think I can deal with it. After all, it'll keep that filthy fucking mouth shut when I eat you out, won't it?" God. He felt a flutter to his stomach when heat flickered under his skin at the low pitch of his husband's voice when he squeezed at him. "Do you think you can be quiet while I do that, Zashi? Think you can handle not kissing me? Think you can keep quiet while I fuck you with my fingers?"

"God, yes I fucking can! You're lucky I bought a new flavored lube! You like strawberry, don't you?" His husband let out a shuddering breath when they swayed slightly with hands sliding from his wrists to his forearms. Holding onto him when he lifted his head up to nip at the tip of his ear. Playfully blowing gently into his ear when his husband took a breath before reaching out to grab the muzzle off the bed when he nipped at his earlobe. "So, what do you say? You wanna shut me up tonight, baby? Wanna do whatever you want to me?"

Shouta was quiet. He was turning the muzzle over in his hands when he glanced over his shoulder at it. It was a simplistic design; the muzzle itself looked no different than a face mask. Four straps to be connected against the back of his head and neck with adjustments that would keep him silent. It was one of the simpler ones he'd found when looking online and God if it didn't send shivers down his back when his husband turned towards him with a flash of heat to his gaze. "Let's get this on you then, yeah?"

"I love you, baby! Take good care of me, yeah?"

Shouta then spun in his arms when he leaned up then to give him one, two, three pecking kisses that he returned without a second thought. Deepening that fourth kiss, he slid his arms around his husband's waist to hold him close, close, close to him as lips slid against his. Slow. Easy. Kisses that had him melting as he moved his lips against those plush full ones. Soft tonight. Warm. He wants nothing more than to indulge in these kisses with his husband. Eager; as if he had only tonight to kiss those full lips.

Sliding his hands along his husband's lower back, he held the black-haired man close. Tightly to him with arms scratching up to wrap around his shoulders with the muzzle being held in one hand. The other coming up to cup the back of his head when nails scratching at his head sending shivers down his back. Bowing ever so slightly in his arms to fit comfortably within them as he curved into his hold. Lips moving tenderly, sweetly, with his when his stomach fluttered with that unbearable burst of excitement.

A night to let Shouta do whatever he wanted to him? It was just like that first time they used the gag together. He wanted nothing more than to be a toy for his husband to use. To let the black-haired man squeeze, rub, and fondle him to his hearts content. He wants nothing more than to be rendered voiceless; a bit of an irony. The Voice Hero wanting to be voiceless? Struck mute? It had his hands squeezing at his husband's waist as he twisted against the man who twisted into his hold with arms tightening around his shoulders.

Lips moving with that slowness that allowed him to truly feel the softness to his lips tonight. To truly admire their plushness. It had him melting in his husband's hold as arms squeezed him close. Tightening his own arms around his waist, he slid his hands up and down idly along his husband's back. There was an eagerness to the kiss but God if that slow, easy speed didn't get heat flickering under his skin. The interest flaring in his chest with that sharp twist of excitement twisting into him. A flutter of nervousness.

He was no stranger to the constraint of a muzzle. He'd been muzzled before during a mission when he'd been held for "ransom" by a few villains. When he'd been glancing over the list, he'd been surprised to find in his husband's messy scrawl the option of muzzles. And God knows he was more than willing to do something different. To let his husband take control over him for a night. He'd opened his private browser where he'd looked up muzzles which led him to find he was indeed pickier than he thought.

He'd been dissatisfied with many designs of the muzzles that he'd felt half out of his mind with irritation. Frustration. He hated how picky he'd been while picking out a damn muzzle but eventually his husband sent him a link to the very muzzle he held in his hand. It was a simplistic design that wasn't too outlandish; rather it looked like a face mask that would cover the lower half of his face. The bottom with four straps that would click together along the back of his head and could be tightened to keep his jaw tightly closed.

To keep his mouth shut. He was more than sure that this muzzle would become another item to add to their stuff full top drawer. So many sex toys for the sake of appeasing one another. Of trying new things together with their challenge leaving them to wonder if they'd need to clear out his side of the dresser. To clear out his top drawer to make room for their toys. It was a delight like none other to think about. Moving his lips against those full ones, he felt fingers plucking idly at his hair when a sigh fanned over his cheek.

He couldn't help mirroring that sigh when his husband tightened his arms once again around his shoulders when his back arched slightly. Squirming on his feet when he slid his hands along his back; a gentle up and down slid when he came down to his lower back to knead at it. Firm circles he rolled into firm circles until he felt muscles trembling gently under his fingertips. They swayed idly as that hand cupped the back of his head again with full lips sliding against his with that slow, lazy speed. The perfect type of kiss he adores.

Something that told him there was no rush. No need to hurry through this. He slid his hands down to rub over his husband's ass in a caress that had a trembling breath being taken only to have it fan over his cheek when fingers curled into his hair. Sinking down into it to grab onto with a hold that had tingles racing down his back. Pooling into his stomach with the fluttering start of that all too familiar ache as they swayed side to side with lips sliding against his idly. Soft. Warm. They felt unbelievably perfect against his.

God, he could marvel over the way those lips fit against his for hours. How they curved to shape and mold to his. How they had such a comfortable fit that he couldn't imagine another's lips on his. How they fit together like two puzzle pieces after all this time. Not meant for one another initially but warping over time until there was no other piece that could fit so perfectly with him. Lips filled the gaps that his own couldn't as he admired their plushness. God, it was sickeningly cliché how he could kiss this man for hours.

He still wouldn't have enough time to kiss him. He'd still come back for another kiss. Another peck. Shouta felt so good in his arms. Swaying back and forth idly, he slid his hands up over the black-haired man's ass to his lower back again. Fingers clutched at his hair with nails scratching at his scalp. Shouta was so warm tonight. He knew he could credit the shower for that, but his husband had always run so warm in the winter months. A little heater made just for him. He swayed with his lips pressing firmer to Shouta's.

No longer that soft press and it had the black-haired man humming in approval. Lips ten pressed firmly back against his as he held onto the black-haired man. Standing or sitting, so long as he had those lips on his he could happily kiss Shouta silly. Even breaths fanning over his warm cheek. He slid his lips against those full ones knowing from here on out, he'd be unable too. The moment that muzzle was on him then he'd be incapable of kissing him. Of saying a damn word. And it was exciting to him.

Absolutely thrilling to think that his husband wasn't going to be unable to hear him talk back. It was exciting due to the fact Shouta was going to take some control tonight. He was more than eager to repeat that night two years ago now when they'd begun their first challenge. God, had it really been two years ago? It had him humming in surprise at the thought for he'd never thought three years could fly by so damn fast. Holding onto the black-haired man, he slid his lips in unison with Shouta's when he kneaded at his lower back again.

Squeezing him close to his chest as lips slid firmly against his with that slowness to get his toes curling against the floor. A sharp exhale leaving him as he kissed the man with that budding passion. That heat. And God knows he loved having those emotions returned to him without a drop of hesitation. And Shouta curved in his arms. Twisting into his arms in a way that would be deemed far too inappropriate for other company if they were to be seen. Caught. Muzzles weren't something he'd never thought he'd be interested in.

He'd been muzzled quite a few times in his work as a pro-hero; he'd been abducted twice in his career and held for ransom. Twice now to find that, in that setting, he abhorred muzzles. When he'd been glancing over their list, he'd been surprised to find his husband had written it down. He'd been painfully curious about it when he'd stuffed the list back into their pillow before turning to his husband with that curiosity. Questioning him about the option of muzzles to which the man had gone red. Claiming he wanted to merely try it.

That the bad association he had for them from those two times he'd been held for ransom put muzzles in an awful lighting for him. That he wanted to try and change that perspective for him. His husband had gone so far as to send him the link for this very muzzle for him to look at. 'Just to look at, yeah?' was his husband's reasoning when he'd been up later that night looking over the muzzle. He hadn't been sure how he would feel about it. It would be different than wearing their gag or to buy a ball gag to try out on him.

It would require trust. And God knows how much he trusted his husband. He knew that when this muzzle went on that his husband would take care of everything. Even if he couldn't speak to him, tell him what to do or to merely babble at him, he knew that Shouta was going to take good care of him regardless of his words. This would be the biggest step of trust given how he felt about being muzzled after those few instances of an unwilling muzzling. He knew that tonight would be changing this view on them hopefully.

The feel of it pressing against his upper back had him shifting his weight from his right foot to his left. He slid his hands idly along his husband's lower back as lips moved against his. In unison with his. The whisper of their moving lips was deafening in the quiet of the room when fingers tightened their grasp on his hair to scratch at his head. Humming quietly at him when he sighed out once more before reaching to grab the hem of his husband's shirt. Flipping it up playfully with the black-haired man shuddering

Squirming when he slid his hands made contact with his skin that was so, so unbelievably warm beneath his chilly hands. God, Shouta really did run like a heater, didn't he? A warm spot of sun that he could soak up whenever he wanted. There was nothing he loved more than to curl up with his husband skin to skin during the winter months. The black-haired man always ran hot but it was lovely in the winter time. He used his hand placement on his lower back to coax his husband's lower half to press forward against his.

This got him a shuddering exhale from the black-haired man. When they'd bought the muzzle, he hadn't thought much about it when Shouta expressed his desire to eat him out, to finger him, as the setting for tonight. Shouta would eat him out, touch him, however he saw fit until they got down to fucking. The black-haired man had gone so far as to put a plug in to make this easier on them without worrying about prepping himself tonight. And who was he to deny this? He didn't want to deny his husband the chance.

Just because he topped his husband didn't mean that he didn't adore being eaten out. That he didn't adore the touch of lips on his ass or hands caressing his thighs. The feel of his husband's tongue flicking playfully at him. He shuddered at the thought when he found himself twisting impossibly tight against the black-haired man. His husband hummed softly at him with arms tightening around his shoulders. Nails scratching at his scalp as lips slid against his with that light smack coming to break up the whispering of their moving lips.

He slid his hands to knead at his husband's lower back with muscles jumping beneath them in a quiver when a huff fanned over his cheek. Lips pressed harder against his then with that slow, lazy speed inched up slightly to something casual. Something easy to follow along with which he delighted in copying. Following along with. He slid his hands along his lower back with a shudder racing over the man when arms tightened around his shoulders slightly with a shuddering breath exhaling over his cheek.

Then he slid his right hand up beneath his shirt only to reward himself with another shudder. The sensation of goosebumps rising beneath his hand as he slid his hand up while kneading at his lower back with the left. Moving his lips against those full, plush ones that melted to curve and fit so perfectly against his. Shouta fit so perfectly in his arms. All he wanted was to sway here on his feet with his husband's hand buried in his hair. To hold him close, close, close while those lips moved against his with a budding passion.

Heat. Something that he eagerly gave to the black-haired man who returned it without so much as a second thought about it. And then the black-haired man curved beautifully to fit in his arms. Holding onto him as nails scratched at the back of his head when he curled his own fingers lightly scratched at his husband's back. Loving the shiver, it got him when the black-haired man squirmed in his arms with a sharp exhale fanning over his cheek. It had him snapping too attention when that muzzle hit lightly against his upper back awkwardly.

It had his heart jumping in his throat when the black-haired man squirmed which had him shifting his weight from foot to foot once again. He couldn't help a whine when he felt Shouta's lips lifting from his. Shifting slightly to which he chased after them to press a few harder kisses to those plush full ones. One more, one more, one more. It was a chant. A desire. A compulsion. He would be wearing his muzzle for the rest of the night and all he wanted was a few more minutes. A few more kisses from those plush, soft lips tonight.

Warm. He was so, so warm in his arms. Against him. Lips so soft tonight rather than their lightly chapped appearance from this afternoon. His husband smelled so good. Felt so good in his arms. He didn't want to give up the feeling of those lips on his yet. And Shouta seemed to share in the sentiment when lips slid against his with that hard press being returned. Sleek slides against his with that light smack ringing out to break up the whisper of their sliding lips as he held Shouta impossibly close. Tightly against him.

Excitement fluttered then twisted sharply into his chest causing his heart to skip over its beats wildly. Leaving him utterly breathless when he squeezed Shouta closer to him. He wanted the black-haired man to be close, close, close as he shuddered when lips finally broke away from his with a sharp smack. Leaning in once, twice, three times more before he was pulling away before he could chase after those full lips as arms slid from around his shoulders. Taking a breath, the black-haired man's fingers drifted over his cheek bone lightly.

A silent question to which he let out a shuddering exhale when he nodded. He was more than ready for this. He trusted that if he had a moment of panic, of fear, that his husband would get the muzzle off of him. He trusted that Shouta wouldn't take advantage of him like this. The mask was brought up then carefully lined up with the lower half of his face with his jaw securely in the muzzle when he reached up to hold it in place. Breaths trembling through his nose over his fingertips when he stepped back then spun on his feet.

Offering up the back as the straps were tugged at to clip together. Tightened. It was an odd sensation to have his jaw tightened like this without him actively doing so. To have an outside force pushing on his jaw and chin to keep it tightly in place with not an inch possible for him to open his mouth. It was tightened again with his lips pressing together fiercely when his husband gave a light tug at the straps which had his breaths trembling. Once he was certain it was in place, he lowered his hands from the mask.

And hands dropped down them to slid along his waist. Lips pressing a kiss against his clothed shoulder with hands caressing his waist only for his shirt to be pushed upwards to reveal his stomach. Bunching the fabric up, his husband coaxed his loose fitting tank top upwards to reveal his chest which had him shuddering. The warmth gathered under his clothing was chased away by the temperature of the room brushing at his exposed skin. However, he raised his arms up allowing his husband to carefully work his shirt up around his ears.

Fighting against hair that bunched up, but he happily let Shouta work it up with locks of hair slithering through the neckline to sway against his back. Tickling his skin. And then his shirt was up and over his head to the floor as his hair fell in a heap against his back. Swaying idly against it, he reached for the hem of Shouta's tank top to flip it up over his stomach where he happily admired the sight of his happy trail. A dusting of dark hair that gradually thickened before disappearing beneath the waistband of his sweatpants he wore.

God, what he'd give to kiss down that happy trail and nip at his hip. But the tight, firm pressure on his jaw kept it oddly clenched with his mouth forced shut. It was a familiar sensation but God if the heat flickering in that dark gaze didn't get his heart jumping in his chest at the sight. If it didn't have his stomach fluttering with tingles fanning under his skin when he shifted on his feet. And happily, he teased his husband's shirt up further to expose that broad chest of his. Black, chaotic curls spread over it when he tugged the fabric up.

Coaxing his husband's arms to lift upwards when his lips twitched into a grin beneath the mask that he hoped was conveyed in his gaze. He tugged his shirt up over his head where he admired the way his arms and shoulders moved as he tossed the fabric to the floor. Dropping his hands to slid along his husband's waist in a caress that had that dark gaze flaming at him again. Even if the pupil of his blinded eye didn't react, he admired the deep gray hue of it. Just like the highlights of gray in his dark left eye.

What he'd give to kiss him again. To let himself be scooped up and slammed on the bed. The black-haired man, however, leaned in to grab at his waist to tug him close as they spun on their feet. The backs of his thighs hitting the edge of the bed where he wobbled on his feet slightly then stiffened to hold himself upright when hands squeezed at his waist. And he shifted back to sit down before crawling back onto the bed towards the middle of it. Watching when his husband reached for the lube on the bedside table.

They'd long since thrown away that old mango flavored lube and had gotten something better. Strawberry, surprisingly enough, was one of Shouta's favorite flavors. Tossed onto the bed, he couldn't deny a spark of excitement when Shouta reached up to grab at the waistband of his joggers he'd borrowed from the man. Lifting his hips up from the bed, he allowed Shouta to curl his fingers in his boxers and joggers before tugging them down when a shudder raced over him. The black-haired man took his time with.

With them working down his thighs to his knees. Down his calves where he tugged at the bunched up clothing to work them from around his ankles. His tight jaw kept his mouth from opening when he hissed in a breath when he squirmed his legs with his feet wiggling. Working his feet free when his husband grinned before reaching down to grab at the top of his own sweatpants. And he watched his husband push his pants from his hips then pushing them down to his thighs were they pooled effortlessly to his knees.

Working them down to his ankles, his husband bent over to work his pants from around his ankles before he straightened up. And God, if he couldn't stop his gaze from roaming over those broad shoulders and chest. Admiring the way nipples perked up slightly with black, chaotic curls covering his chest when he let his gaze roam downwards towards that softened stomach of his. Still holding its toned appearance, it was softer than it looked but still muscular. He absolutely adores his husband's softening stomach.

Following his gaze down to the start of that dusting of black hair beneath his navel that gradually thickened as he followed it down. His boxers had been lowered slightly to which he giddily followed that thickening happy trail down right where it was cut off by the elastic waistband of his boxers. Stopping right before it thickened into the wild patch of chaotic, wiry black curls that he wanted nothing more than to bury his nose into. God, his husband hardly shaved down there, and he fucking loves the chaotic mess of curls down there.

There's nothing he loves more. His husband didn't need to be neatly groomed like himself. If anything, he likes that his husband is so fucking hairy. He let his gaze drop to thick thighs that just barely brushed together. Muscular. Thick. God, he loves having them squeeze around his head. Loves having them rub and knock his hearing aids out when he was going down on him. The tattooing of his name running across his left him in a flare of cursive that he'd done his best to have matched on his collar bone.

His husband was damn sexy. And with his mouth shut he found those words bubbling up to clog in his throat. Then his dick gave an interested twitch against his thighs at the heat flickering beneath his skin leaving him to inhale sharply. Wheezing in a breath when his husband heaved himself up onto the bed where he crawled towards him, and he happily flipped himself over. His knees spread over the bed as his dick hung between them with his hips arching back. Inviting him to get on the bed and come forward.

Demanding it silently when the black-haired man let out a choked wheeze as he glanced over his shoulder. What he'd give to say something catty. Something to get his husband all hot and bothered. But the muzzle relentlessly kept his jaw locked in place and his mouth shut. It was odd but it wasn't all that different from the gag he used that first time. And God help him if the hunger in his husband's gaze didn't get his skin flashing with heat again. It was so easy to forget that his husband also likes to eat him out.

That Shouta likes to have that type of control. And it was so easy to forget how fucking good Shouta can eat him out. Fuck him with his fingers. He may not bottom with their anniversary being the exception but he sure as fuck loves to have the man eat him out. Fuck him with his fingers until he was a writhing, twisting mess that howled and wailed. What sort of noises would he be able to make with the muzzle on? Would he be rendered much quieter than he realized? It had him squirming delightedly at the thought.

His heart jumped when he felt the bed dipping behind him between his spread legs followed by his husband leaning over his back. Kissing at the back of his shoulder softly, he wished he could open his mouth. Dragging his teeth over his lip to fight back that excitement fluttering wildly in his chest as his husband kissed across his upper back to the middle of it. Firm kisses were placed down the center of his back along his spine when his dick gave another interested twitch when he twisted his fingers into the blanket.

That excitement coming to strangle him with its presence in his chest. Ripping into his chest as heat flickered beneath his skin before settling along his bones like a smolder. A lava running along it to pool into his stomach like magma as heat swelled lazily under his skin as lips reached the middle of his back. Hands slid along his thighs causing the muscles to jump with a tremble when his husband placed a few more kisses down his back. The warmth of his breaths fanning over his skin sent a shiver down it.

He tightened his holds on the blankets beneath his trembling hands as his breaths raced through his nose with anticipation. That twisting, clawing excitement that was wearing its groove into his chest. Making it hard to focus on anything other than those full, plush lips pressing against his skin firmly when he was arching. Shuddering when his husband's tongue pressed to his skin where it licked a trail down to his lower back. Lapping his tongue over his lower back before trailing his tongue towards the top of his ass.

A hot, wet trail that cooled rapidly had his toes curling with a low whine leaving him. His lashes fluttering to rest onto his cheeks as his glasses slipped down his nose to which he reached up to pull them off of his face. Tossing them off to the side near the foot of the bed when he then bowed his head forward when his husband began to press firm kisses to his ass. Hands sliding along his thighs with firm, squeezing kneads at the trembling muscles as lips fluttered over his ass. Soft kisses that had swaying backwards subtly.

Kissing at him like it was the best ass his husband had ever seen; like it wasn't flatter than a pancake. The black-haired man kissed at him with hands sliding slowly along his thighs. Coming up to squeeze at his hips that he arched back slightly. With a muffled whine tearing out of him in response as lips came down on his ass in a flurry. Soft, pecking kisses that were quickly broken up by a playful bite to his left cheek that had him whining out again. God, it was mesmerizing feeling those lips fluttering from his right cheek.

Moving up over his lower back then coming down damply on his left cheek. Hands sliding along his thighs with rubs that had the muscles trembling as he curved his arms up to brace himself on his forearms. A fist pressing to his left forearm as he pressed his forehead against it with racing breaths being taken through his nose. He was melting with each soft kiss given to his ass as his husband slid his hands along his thighs. Coming up with trembling breaths fanning over his ass when hands came up.

Rubbing and caressing over it with hard squeezes that had his back arching with a low groan ripping out of him when his husband kneaded at his ass. Rubbing his hands over it as if it were something to revere. Something to praise. He'd never denied in all thier time together that, even if his ass was flatter than a pancake, that his husband adored it. Shouta had always gone above and beyond to show his love for it. Now it was no different. It had him shuddering as the black-haired man caressed his ass in a rub that had his toes curling tightly.

A muffled whimper ripping out of him when his dick twitched in response. Warm, warm, warm. He was so unbelievably warm with heat swelling lazily under his skin with each rub of those hands over his ass. Sliding forward to squeeze at his waist or hips occasionally when his husband began to knead at his right cheek while lips pressed over the left in a flurry of kisses. God, when Shouta had said that he wanted to eat him out, he hadn't thought that he'd feel so hot at the actions before he dived in.

It had his breaths racing as they caught in his throat with his hands trembling lightly with that anticipation curling into him. A knot in his chest that went hand-in-hand with the excitement that was mounting up, up, up. That desire twisting into him lazily to grip at his bones with a stranglehold. One he didn't think he'd experience before his husband even got to the best part. The quiet smack of his husband's lips pressing to his cheek was deafening in the quiet of their bedroom. Soft shots of sound.

His muffled whines slipping quietly out of him as his jaw tried to open slightly only to have the muzzle refusing. Refusing to give him an inch. He shuddered when his husband bit down on his left sheet tearing a muffled cry of surprise out of him as his jaw clenched. A muffled sound low in his throat as he shuddered when the black-haired man began to suckle at the spot fervently. Working a hickey into the spot. God, he wanted the man to leave hickey's all over his ass. He wants them on his thighs. His throat.

His jaw. He wants to be covered in hickey's given to him by his husband. It had his dick twitching between his legs as he ground his teeth together slightly with that desire to drag his teeth over his lip the way he would any other time as that suction increased. Hard pulls as teeth dug into the spot tearing a low, throaty moan out of him in that muffled pitch as his jaw clenched slightly before relaxing. His back arched slightly when he pressed his forehead to his fist when his feet squirmed restlessly over the blankets.

Restless when his husband popped off of his spot when his tongue lapped over the spot. Fuck, he wants nothing more than to have the black-haired man bite and scratch at him all night. Whatever he wanted, he'd let the man do to him tonight. It's not like they had to worry about him being loud. He knew for his husband it was a welcomed break. There had been quite a few slip ups recently and he knew it caused migraines easily for his husband as of late. A new development that came to using his quirk.

With only one side of his hair floating up with the weakened use of his quirk, keeping him quiet with it wasn't possible anymore. His husband couldn't use that wonderful, beautiful quirk of his anymore to keep him quiet during sex. Only muffling it slightly. And he felt awful when his husband had to use his quirk the few times recently. He didn't mean to slip up. He truly didn't but no matter how Shouta tried to wave it away, he couldn't help but feel awful for slipping up. The muzzle, it seemed, was providing his husband a break.

God knows he could always wear those quirk canceling cuffs of theirs. Squirming slightly with hands sliding along his hips before coming down to palm at his left cheek with lips fluttering over the top of his ass from the left to the right where he bit down sharply on a spot that had him jumping. Startling a moan out of him as his jaw wiggled slightly as if subconsciously trying to find a give in the muzzle only to find none. His husband suckled fervently at his spot in hard pulls that had his feet squirming once again with that restlessness.

Moaning lowly at his husband with that silent plea for him to please, please, please eat him out already. He knew he was being impatient, and he adored the attention being showered over his ass. He loved it all. But he didn't want to rush the black-haired man who clearly had a rhythm going as he suckled at that spot on his right cheek. Teeth dug into him fervently with those hard sucks tearing another moan out of him in that muffled pitch. His hips arched back to press against that suckling mouth.

The fingers of his left hand twisting into the blankets to hold on desperately to it when he took shaky breaths through his nose. Racing. The quiet sound of his husband's mouth suckling at him was deafening when the man popped off with hands coming up to smear the wet spots left behind on both cheeks. Giving him another of those rubbing caresses that had his toes curling. Hard squeezes were given to his ass coaxing him to groan lowly in his throat when his dick giving a volley of twitches between his legs.

A response to those rough, dry hands digging into his skin. God, his husband's hands were so fucking big. Where his own were just as large but slender, Shouta's hands were "blunter" with thick fingers and rough palms. Fuck, it had him groaning again when his husband gave another hard squeeze to his ass to get his brows twitching together. His jaw twitched side to side slightly to test the strength of the muzzle. What he'd give to plead with him to hurry up, hurry up, hurry up. To give him what he wants.

For Shouta to do what he clearly wants too. He wants that tongue inside of him and he wants those fingers in him. He wants, for once, to feel the rare pleasure of having fingers grinding into his prostate tonight even if it was only briefly. He squirmed with a louder groan flying out of him in that muffled pitch when his husband squeezed a third time. Moving in rubs that had his lashes fluttering on his hot cheeks with eyes threatening to roll back on him. Fuck him, when Shouta wants to eat him out, he hit all the marks didn't he?

His husband sure as fuck wasn't shy about showing his adoration for his ass by going this far. It had him moaning in that muffled pitch at his husband encouragingly as hands squeezed and rubbed at his ass before pulling his cheeks apart. Yes, yes, yes! The hot breath of his husband's breath over him had his hips jerking back eagerly with his hands trembling lightly. His dick gave another volley of twitches when fingers curled in to squeeze at his cheeks again. And then lips were pressing over the sensitive inner area of his cheeks.

A flurry of pecking kisses that had his toes curling excitedly. Alternating between each cheek gently had his heart sprinting sickeningly against his chest at the playful kisses. Cheeky. It had him fighting the urge to giggle at the way his thoughts went. He instead swallowed it down for a choked groan to fly out of him when his husband trailed up towards the top of his ass. Lapping his tongue across his lower back again, another muffled moan flying out of him when that lick trailed downwards in a lazy drag.

A long line lapped over the top of his ass, over his hole, which had him squirming. His inner walls spasming together in a blatant twitch that had his face ripping with heat at the twitch of his hole when his husband's lips pressed against it firmly. A kiss that had a breath rushing out of him when his husband dipped his head down to press his tongue against his taint. Ohhh, it had his knees slipping over the bed to spread wider to welcome the touch. Eager when his husband then gave a long lick upwards.

Another slow, long lick over his twitching hole up to the top of his ass. It had him hissing in a breath through his nose as his lashes fluttered on his cheeks when his husband dipped his head down. Leaning in to massage his tongue to his taint sending weak sparks up his back when he groaned lowly. And then his husband was repeating that long lick up over his hole to the top of his ass. Such shamelessness that had his dick twitching rapidly when his hips arched back eagerly with a sharp breath exiting him through his nose.

He had not a clue if he could hiss his breaths through his teeth or if the muzzle would be too thick. He didn't want to find out. He instead focused on huffing through his nose when his husband's tongue lapped over his hole as hands kneaded at his ass. Firm squeezes that had him squirming when the black-haired man traced the rim of his hole with the tip of his tongue. Flicking at it playfully then closing his mouth around it. Suckling lightly at him had him moaning out with his hips jerking back to press himself firmly to his mouth.

Eager. Painfully, unbearably eager when his husband continued that light suckling when the tip of his tongue flicked at his hole again. Coaxing his inner walls to spasm together with another blatant twitch of his hole when Shouta's mouth lifted. The warmth of his breaths fanning over his wet skin when the tip of his tongue prodded at him. Playful. It had him shuddering with a keening whimper leaving him. When the black-haired man's tongue began to prod at him insistently with the hands on his ass tugging him open wider.

Impossibly wide. Stretching his hole open slightly if he had to guess when he felt the tip of that tongue flicking at him again before pushing, pushing, pushing at him. And much to his delight, that tongue was slipping into him with little resistance as his husband's mouth widened. Covering his hole with a moan muffling itself into his muzzle at the hot touch his husband's mouth. Ohhhh, those words were crowding his throat. Making it impossible to breathe around them when his husband's tongue slid into him fully.

Shuddering with a moan when it arched up to rub against his inner wall. He clamped down tightly around him earning the delicious vibration of a moan into him as hands kneaded at his cheeks. His lashes fluttered on his burning cheeks when a firm rub against his inner wall triggered that gush. The rushing flow of blood through his veins so damn fast it burned when it rushed to pool into his twitching dick. Dripping? He had not a clue but fuck if he wasn't grateful for the reprieve from that quiet ache that had begun forming.

Begun throbbing through his groin. His lower stomach. As if getting hard was the reprieve he needed when he knew it would only make it all the worse if Shouta continued teasing him. Was his husband hard? He wanted to ask. To tease with his words but the muzzle kept his mouth shut tightly. It was insufferable. It was amazing. He squirmed with a moan muffling itself into the muzzle when he arched his hips back shamelessly. Pressing back before starting up an idle rock against the black-haired man's face who moaned into him again.

A throaty sound as that tongue rubbed against his inner wall when he clenched down tightly when it began to slide into him with shallow thrusts. Huffing pants fanning over his ski as hands kneaded at him, the black-haired man swirled his tongue. Rolling it in an exaggerated circle to stimulate the nerves along the rim of his hole which sent shivers up his back. Ohhhh, fuck him that felt good. His husband continued rolling his tongue in those exaggerated circles to stimulate the outer nerves when he flicked his tongue against his inner walls.

Undulating his tongue up to massage against it with firm rubs that had him moaning into his muzzle with that muffled pitch. Rocking, rocking, rocking back against his husband's face had the man groaning into him with those delightful vibrations. It damn near had him squirming with each round circle his husband moved his tongue in before settling down to swirl playfully at the fluttering inner walls of his. Flicking playfully at him when he began to suck lightly at him; a gentle, absentminded suckling.

It had him shuddering with a squirm when Shouta's hands left his cheeks to drop down. To find the lube? He had not a clue but God if it didn't have his hardening dick twitching excitedly. His hips rocking quickly when he lifted his head up with a deafening groan muffling itself into the muzzle. God, it had him clenching as that tongue rubbed, rolled, swirled and flicked at his inner walls. Moving with a hunger like he was a sweetness his husband was utterly determined to get every fucking drop of.

It had his toes curling tightly at the vigorous movements of that tongue. Lapping, swirling, flicking. Eating him out with a ferocity all while he was rendered mute. It had him moaning in his throat shamelessly as he clutched at the blankets with his hands when the black-haired man began to suckle again. Stimulating the nerves of his rim much to his delight as he huffed through his nose when he caught the deafening crack of the lube being opened. Unavoidable. It was a new tube hence a louder crack but fuck if it didn't get his heart jumping to his throat.

If it didn't have him squirming when his husband licked at his inner walls. Lapping at him like he was a sweet treat. Sucking at him to get his hips squirming as they rocked backwards against his face with a sense of eagerness. He wanted to shove his face against him. He wants to suffocate this man into his skin. And fuck, he was going too. With the fervent viciousness in which his husband ate him out, he happily stretched his right hand out. Curving over his lower back to grab onto black locks of hair.

Curls twisting effortlessly around his fingers when he shoved his husband's face against his skin. Earning himself a keening moan from the black-haired man who rubbed his tongue firmly against his inner wall; swirling, rolling, and lapping at him. His breaths fanned over his skin with racing pants as the black-haired man ate him out with such hunger, he couldn't help but wonder if his tongue was getting tired already. Eating someone out was hard work, after all, but the black-haired man merely moaned shamelessly into his skin.

Huffing through his nose as he crushed his face against him as inner walls spasmed when the black-haired man pulled his tongue back then thrusted it into him. A slick slide that ended with a playful flick at his inner wall that had him moaning at his husband. Keening. Pleading. His erection came up to tap slickly against his stomach as it filled out much to his delight with a twitch. He bucked his hips back when that tongue began to thrust into him. That suction forgotten for the moment when a hand came up.

Grabbing at a cheek with a slickness to that palm that had his breaths racing as his husband thrusted his tongue. Slick. Long. God, it had him moaning delightedly in his throat at the flicks, rubs, and circles his husband ended those thrusts with as pants fanned over his skin. He could stay like this all night. He could let this man eat him out for hours. Ride his damn face until he came from it. His husband was a fucking God when it came to oral. Something he'd worked on for years and everything was all for him.

This man, eating him out, was his. And it had his back arching with a huff through his nose when his husband began to thrust his tongue into him faster as his inner walls trembled. Spasming. He was hot, hot, hot. Heat raking beneath the surface of his skin rather than that idle warmth he'd been feeling when his husband had been showering his ass in soft kisses. Oh, he was burning up. He rocked his hips back quickly before letting his movements dissolve into a grind against the black-haired man's face.

Pushed at the back of his head. Loving the moan, it got him in response when he felt the slick touch of a finger against the rim of his hole. Just below that thrusting tongue that stilled to rub the middle of it up against his inner wall the way he would with his piercing. It had shivers racing up his back when that finger continued to rub along the rim of his hole beneath his tongue that was flicking at him. Massaging itself to his inner wall when he hissed in a breath only for it to shudder out of him on a rush.

Squirming when his husband's finger began to push. Nudging, nudging, nudging at him with firm rubs that spoke of that intention. Pushing. It had his breaths racing through his nose with his lashes fluttering on his uncomfortably hot cheeks when he arched his hips back. His erection twitching against his stomach when he felt wet drips smearing onto his stomach. Throbbing. He was fucking hot. He ground himself back against his husband's face as that tongue continued to rub in shallow thrusts against his inner wall.

A rub that sent shivers up his back with the pressure as it curled inwards when he clenched tightly around his tongue. Moaning when that finger nudged, nudged, nudged before there was a give that allowed that finger to slip in slickly. And if there was anything he loves about his husband's fingers it's how fucking thick they are. Oh, they felt so damn good inside of him. That finger slid in with a firm rub over his inner wall that had him moaning delightedly at his husband. That muffled pitch when the black-haired man moaned back at him.

Eating him out in a frenzy now that that fingers was pushed into him the black-haired man flicked his tongue at his inner wall. Massaging itself against it as that finger finally bottomed out with an idle curve inwards before sliding forward further. Reaching. Searching. He knew exactly what his husband was already looking over when he felt fingers pressing to his taint to rub at him. Ohhhh, it sent weak sparks up his back that had his hips bucking desperately back against his husband's face instinctively.

It had his husband moaning when he pushed on the back of his head. More, more, more. He wants more of this man. More of what he can give. That tongue lapped at him fervently as it could with huffing pants fanning over his skin as that finger rubbed at his inner wall with soothing circles when he clenched tightly around his tongue and finger. His brows squeezing tightly together with a groan tearing itself out of him despite how tired his throat felt. How different it felt when he made those muffled sounds.

As if his vocal cords were becoming strained slowly with each one. It sent a shiver down his back at the thought as his husband's tongue rubbed at his inner wall. However, he could feel the action slowing ever so slightly. A subtle change. Was he getting tired? Did he overwork himself so fast? He had not a clue, but he happily ground himself backwards with a whimper leaving him that muffled itself like the other sounds. He squirmed desperately when he tightened his grasp on his husband's hair when he pushed again.

Earning himself a muffled, enthusiastic muffled moan from his husband. The vibrations spreading over him had him writhing eagerly when his husband stretched his finger up and- Ohh, it had him shouting into his muzzle; muffled but God it crested up, up, up. Shouting over and over when that finger began to rub into his prostate sending wave after wave of heat up his back when that tongue began to thrust into him. Tight up and down rubs over his prostate had him jolting and jerking with his hand to keep him tightly pinned in place.

Clutching desperately at the fistful of hair he held. Shouting into his muzzle desperately before it was dissolving into wild, keening moans ripping out of him one after another. Muffled but enthusiastic when Shouta rubbed the pad of his finger into his prostate. Shit! Fuck him, he always forgot how good a prostate was! How fucking good it felt! Oh, it had him moaning desperately as he crushed his husband's face against him. His tongue continued to thrust into him when he ground his hips back desperately against his face.

Huffing through his nose as the black-haired man continued that tight up and down rub over his prostate with his tongue flicking at his inner walls. Clenching tightly around that moving tongue and rubbing finger as his eyes threatened to roll back on him as he jerked. Jolting. It was so good, so good, so good! It was almost enough to make him jealous that his husband got this pleasure every fucking night. Jealous that he got to have it. But he knew if he asked, he could have it too whenever he wanted.

Just like tonight. He could have Shouta fuck him with his fingers whenever he wanted. He just had to ask. It had his lashes trembling viciously on his cheeks as he huffed in his breaths only to have them fly out on whimpers and moans that strained his throat. His vocal cords pulling tight as he squirmed desperately when his husband's tongue stilled with huffing pants fanning over his skin. Then it began moving again but he could feel the movements weakening. Slowing. It had him whining at his husband.

Was Shouta getting tired after eating him out so vigorously already? He wanted to whine. To complain. But he knew that he couldn't force his husband to eat him out longer. He'd already been over generous, overly eager, and he had that much to thank his husband for. He twitched and jerked as that finger began to roll circles into his prostate. Wave after wave ripped up his back with a heat that left him wheezing in his breaths that flew out on another moan. Another whine. He ground his hips back desperately against his husband's face.

That tongue thrusted quickly into him. Rubbing against his inner wall as he clutched at the blankets fervently. As if they could keep him grounded. Keep him from floating out of his sizzling skin. God, it was fucking good. So damn good he felt half ready to rip his hair out. That tongue was thrusting into him quickly as it could while rubbing and flicking at his inner walls teasingly. All while that finger continued rolling it's tight circles over his prostate to which his eyes rolled back behind fluttering lashes.

Fuck, how long could he last with this treatment? His erection was throbbing against him with that silent plea for it to be touched. Rubbed. Stroked. Something. His hips squirmed wildly in their grinds back against his husband's face who moaned into him with such shamelessness. Then the hand clinging to his thigh was pulling away with his husband moving awkwardly behind him. Grunting quietly as the bed wobbled and dipped with that tongue stilling with that finger to which he wailed out his protest.

He jerked his hips back while he shoved at the back of his head. His husband merely groaned at him when that awkward movement stopped as he forced his eyes open. Just in time to watch boxers sailing over the edge of the bed. He moaned when that tongue and finger started up in tandem with a ferocity that had him moaning pleadingly at his husband. Stoking up the heat that raked up his back relentlessly with that tormenting rub of that finger when he whimpered. Pleading. Begging. Needing, needing, needing him.

Wanting nothing more than to flip over so he could just touch him. To have that hand touch him. Watch the black-haired man ride him with that wild abandon. He huffed through his nose when he felt those tight circles pressing down harder to his prostate with a pleasure that had his eyes rolling up on him. His lashes fluttering down with a keening moan ripping out of him. And then that finger was pulling away from his prostate to thrust sharply in time with that tongue of his as he gasped through his nose.

God if it didn't have heat blistering beneath his skin as he clawed at the blanket with his free hand while the other clutched at black locks. Desperate to keep himself grounded as he ground his hips back while pushing Shouta impossibly tight against him. Gasping. He couldn't get enough. There was something so fucking good about letting his husband eat him out like this. It was like he was a decadent meal that he hadn't had in years. It truly was like he was something he had to get every last drop of.

Lapping at him like he was a sweet treat of his that he had to have every last bit of. It had him shuddering when he ground his hips back desperately against his husband's face. Those tight circles continued into his prostate with a vicious, ruthless grinding that had his legs shaking from the force of that heat. He was lit ablaze. Like his husband had lit him up with gasoline, he felt hotter than fucking anything. Blazing with heat at each circle his husband ground into him. It was so hot, so hot, so hot.

He didn't know how he was breathing properly when all it did was fan the heat beneath his skin. Left him hotter than anything. He fucking loves it. Panting raggedly through his nose, he wished he could come up with a single coherent thought, but he couldn't. Not yet. Not when his husband was grinding those thoughts right out of his damn head. He clawed at the blankets when his husband moaned into him when he shoved at the back of his head with a renewed force giddily. Pinning his face against his skin.

Grinding his hips back against his husband's face, he shuddered at the scratch of his stubble. It was so good, so good, so good he was gasping through his nose when his husband pulled his finger away from his prostate to thrust his finger into him in time with that thrusting tongue. Ohhh, he was going to go insane. Utterly, completely insane. He didn't know how he was going to handle it when his husband inevitably flipped him over. Fuck, there's nothing he wants more than that right now. To fuck his husband good.

He squirmed desperately with his erection throbbing against his stomach with its frantic twitching as drop after drop of pre-come welled along the slit only to smear to his stomach. Drip onto the blanket no doubt. He couldn't open his eyes to check but fuck he was hot, hot, hot. He couldn't breathe without fanning the heat that was boiling his blood through his veins. Gasping through his nose as that tongue thrusted eagerly into him when that finger pulled out of him with a slick squelch, but he didn't mind it.

Not one bit.

Huffing pants fanned over his skin as his husband thrusted his tongue quickly with that eagerness he'd recognize anywhere even if they were slowing slightly. He couldn't fault the man if he was growing tired. He'd been eating him out with such ferociousness, such fierceness, that it would make anyone's tongue tired. Had he merely been too eager? To overly excited in the beginning? Possibly. It'd been a long time since he'd let Shouta eat him out. He shuddered at the thought of letting him do it again at a later time.

And he'd definitely have to return the favor to his husband. And then his mouth was pulling off of him much to his dismay. He howled his protest into the muzzle which merely muffled him when his husband's tongue flicked at him before pulling out of him. Then his husband's mouth was covering his hole to suckle at it as his tongue swirled against him when it gave a twitch. Whimpering into his muzzle, his jaw ached. His throat ached. He wanted it off. But he wanted to hold out as long as he could before it became too much.

His husband was sucking at his hole so fervently it had him half hoping something would slip back into him. Only to have his husband pull off of him with a dramatized wet pop. Lapping his tongue over his hole before dipping his head down to massage his tongue to his taint before lapping his way back up. A slow, teasing lick over his taint, his hole, all the way to the top of his head. And then his husband was pulling back with hands grabbing at his waist to which he released his hold on his hair.

Happily throwing himself over onto his back with hands forcing his legs down. His husband was beautiful. His mouth a glistening, wet mess of saliva and lube with lips holding a faint puffy appearance to them. That deep blush smothering itself over his cheeks spread down to his collar bones in a soft, lovely red that had him squirming. Black curls a wild, chaotic mess from his hand as dark eyes glittered at him with that hunger. That identical hunger he felt ripping into him viciously. Relentlessly. It was eating him up.

It had him growling hoarsely at the sight of his husband licking at those puffy lips when the man turned to crawl to the bedside table. For the condom glittering there. God, watching his husband rip that condom open like a starved animal was a sight to behold. Shaking fingers grabbing the slippery ring that half fell out with black brows coming together as those dark, mismatched eyes flickered between his face and his task. He pressed the condom to the head of his erection with that heat to his gaze when he squirmed.

Rolling it down carefully over his piercings as he was held away from his stomach as Shouta tugged it down slowly. Mindful of the jewelry. And then it was being rolled into place down near the base securely with his husband reaching for the lube then reaching behind him. A slick, vulgar squelch rang out when the plug was dropped to the bed without a second thought. Shouta blindly drizzled lube onto his fingers and no doubt rubbed it over that stretched hole of his. God, just how stretched was his husband?

All with this adorable, beautiful look of concentration to him as his lips parted slightly with black brows squeezing together tightly. Lashes fluttering as if struggling to stay open. Fuck, his husband was so beautiful. Even the glittering, gleaming metal of his prosthetic leg and foot were beautiful in this lighting. His husband was damn sexy. It had him shuddering at the sight of his husband who stared at him with such hunger that it left him breathless. Feeling that similar hunger ripping at him beneath his skin.

And then his husband was climbing on top of him with feet planting onto the bed in a squat as a hand reached down to pull him up from his stomach when his erection twitched in his husband's grasp. Huffing. Gasping. Then Shouta was smirking down at him with hips shifting down and, for once, his husband was delighting in that playful rub that had him whimpering. Impatient. "You look so fucking beautiful, you kn-know that? Te-Tell me, how bad do you want it, Zashi? Ho-How bad do you want me?"

"Mmm! Mmnghh! Mmmf!" It was a fucking tease. Knowing he couldn't talk? That he was rendered silent? It had him blistering as the black-haired man held him up to rub against him; a shameless rub that had his toes curling when he felt that hole twitching. It had him moaning with a squirm as his hands flying out to grab at his husband's flexing thighs with a whimper muffling itself into the muzzle. "Mmm! Pllsmm! SHmm! Mmmm nn 'ou oo bdd!"

"What's that? Saying pl-please already? I didn't think you'd get all wo-worked up like this! Guess I should eat you out mo-mmmore often, huh?" He couldn't help another whimper as he arched his hips up to rub himself up against the black-haired man. God, he looked so beautiful. His heart hammered against his chest as his husband shuddered above him with the hand holding him, giving a stroke with that smirk widening down at him. "Yo-You really do look so beautiful with that on, Zashi, you have no idea."

"Mmm! Mmmnnf! Mmf! Nnn! Nnghnnf!" It had him writhing. Twisting impatiently when his husband lined him up with a hand disappearing beneath to no doubt spread himself open. He needed, needed, needed his husband. Wants him so badly. He twitched when he felt his husband pressing down against the head of his erection. The twitch of that hole against it had him moaning eagerly with a squirm as he pressed up against his husband who shuddered with teeth dragging over that full bottom lip.

"I love you, Zashi, yo-you know that? I lo-love you so fucking much!" Breathless. A nearly slurred moan hidden under that breathlessness when the black-haired man pressed down firmly when he moaned out at that give. A forceful push down and his husband's hips were sliding down onto him had his hips arching up to meet him halfway. Tightening his hold on trembling thighs as his husband let his head fall back on a breathy moan that sent shivers down his back. God, he fucking loves this man.

Loves Shouta more than anything. He slid his hands over those trembling thighs when his hips were forced down onto the bed with a strong push down from his husband as he bottomed out. And then the black-haired man leaned backwards to place his hands on his shins with his knees falling open wide, wide, wide. A view that had him dizzy with that breathlessness as he huffed through his nose. His husband truly was the most beautiful man he'd ever laid eyes on. He was stunning. Completely, breathtakingly beautiful.

To that deep blush smothering itself over his chest and cheeks to the wild curls brushing his shoulders. Brushing at the red cheeks he wanted to smother in kisses. His lips shining damply with black lashes trembling with the effort of staying up. Hardened nipples perked up had his fingers itching to reach up just to touch. To tweak. He let his gaze roam down the expanse of that broad chest to his stomach where his his erection rested against the lower half of it. Ohh, it had his mouth watering at the sight.

Dripping shamelessly onto his happy trail with a twitch as thighs twitched to spread themselves open wider. Welcoming him to look over him. To ogle and gawk over the familiar sights of his husband. And he was more than giddy too when he began to grind himself up against his husband who began to rock his hips down. Moving in a tight figure eight motion that had him groaning into his muzzle. His jaw was aching something fierce. It had him groaning out at the discomfort he'd have but also the relief when his husband took it off of him.

His throat was an aching mess, but he could remedy it with some tea tonight and some salt water gargles to help. Lots of water. Shuddering when inner walls spasmed then clenched tightly around him sent a bolt of pleasure up his back that had him moaning as he pressed his head back to the bed. He still felt hot from the stimulation to his prostate. Still riled up. Like he had been jumpstarted by the black-haired man who was rolling his hips in those tight figure eight movements. God, it was fucking stunning.

Watching curls bouncing lightly with the frantic movements of his husband's figure eights as he pressed down to his pelvis. He couldn't get enough as he watched thighs spreading impossibly wide as that metal foot and leg glinted in the low lighting of their bedroom. His husband's head tilting to the side with black brows squeezing together as his mouth dropped open slightly with that adorable look of concentration. Of focus. It had his heart jumping in his chest wildly over its pounding beats against his chest.

He ground himself up fervently against his husband who kept his lower half pinned. There was a control his husband held tonight that he didn't want to break. If anything, he was more than content to let his husband use him how he wanted, and it had him shuddering at the thought. Of his husband riding him until he came. To use him up until there was nothing left of him to use up. He slid his hands along trembling thighs as his husband balanced on his feet with hands tightening on his shins as thighs spread impossibly wide.

God, he couldn't get enough of that breathtaking spread. Watching his husband's hips moving with a sense of eagerness to it as nails bit lightly into his skin. It was mouthwatering. An absolutely sexy sight of his husband squirming and rocking above him with his erection twitching against his stomach as if reacting to his gaze on him. No doubt it was a little reaction to it. He knew how his husband felt during sex; during positions like these. He knew the black-haired man was getting off on his ogling.

His shameless gawking over him. Inner walls gave another of those hard squeezes around him that tore a guttural, snapping moan out of him when he squeezed at trembling thighs. Hot. Tight. God, how can he be so fucking tight when he'd had a plug stretching him out? He didn't understand it but fuck if it wasn't threatening to make him drool. That tight squeeze that had his legs shaking with the urge to move as his jaw clenched instinctively when it wanted to drop open only to find the resistance of the muzzle.

He wanted nothing more than to talk. To say something to his husband. He knew he could sign but that would take concentration. It would take time to focus on his hands that he was sliding along his husband's inner thighs causing them to tremble beneath his hands. God, he didn't know what to do with himself. He wanted to howl for the muzzle to come off. To have Shouta gives him the smallest bit of mercy. He was burning, burning, burning as the heat of his husband was soaking into his erection causing it to twitch.

Throb. Inner walls spasming around his erection left him hot, hot, hot. God, it was fucking amazing. He ground himself up desperately against his husband who continued with that tight figure eight motion when the black-haired man slid his hands over his shins slightly with nails scratching at him sending sparks up his back. Tingles to pool into the mounting pressure in his stomach. And he lifted his head up right when the weight on his shins shifted as Shouta pushed off of them with hips raising up, up, up.

Revealing the base and first few inches of his erection to him. Light catching the lube covering that slick condom when his husband dropped down with a squelch. A sharp impact as he dropped down to his pelvis had him moaning in that muffled pitch due to his muzzle. It had his husband moaning back at him when he pushed off again with his feet digging into the mattress. Lifting himself up then coming down sharply against his pelvis with a slick squelch ringing out as he lifted himself up then down.

And then Shouta lifted himself up again, again, again only to come down again. A slow, easy bounce that came a bit clumsily, but he didn't mind it one bit when the black-haired man lifted himself up at the height before dropping himself down to his pelvis. It was mesmerizing watching himself sink into the black-haired man when he was revealed slightly. Sinking onto him again, again, again with curls bouncing lightly with his movements. And then, much to his delight, the black-haired man began to speed up.

Giving in to a quick, shallow depth as he pushed off with his hands and feet with thighs trembling and flexing beneath his hands as he slid them along his inner thighs. Muzzled but still able to touch. To do as he pleased while his husband rode him with those bounces of his. Fuck him, he wanted nothing more than to rip this muzzle off of his face and slam him back. To babble the flurry of horny thoughts at the black-haired man as he fucked him. He wants to talk, to be an active participant, but the muzzle kept his mouth shut.

It was thrilling. Exciting. A stark contrast to the previous times he'd been muzzled. He held onto his husband's flexing thighs as the man bounced himself shallowly on him. Giddily. There was always something so lovely about watching his husband fuck himself on him. Like he was a damn pillow. A toy with a dildo attachment. And the heat in those dark eyes was eating him up. Devouring him with a look alone. There was nothing he wanted than to offer himself up to his husband and allow him to do whatever he wanted to him tonight.

If the muzzle stayed on, then so be it. It was a thought that had him moaning into the muzzle as his teeth gnashed together viciously when he threw his head back to the bed. Squirming beneath his bouncing husband who seemed to be having the time of his life with that quick, shallow speed of his. He was boiling in his own fucking skin with each drop that hit down against his pelvis to keep his lower half down to the bed. Subtle wriggles to those hips when he bottomed out again. Fuck, he was hot, hot, hot.

How was he expected to last when his husband was going above and beyond to arouse him? To make him feel good? It had him moaning shamelessly into his muzzle as he clutched at those flexing, trembling thighs desperately with the bed dipping on either side of his hips as Shouta bounced himself. He let his eyes flutter shut as he pressed his head to the bed with a keening moan ripping out of him when Shouta squeezed. A hard clench around his throbbing erection when it dared to twitch within him.

It had his legs squirming with his husband groaning at him when hands tightened on his shins. Holding onto him fervently as he bounced himself quickly. Fuck, it was mesmerizing; watching himself slip in and out, in and out, as the black-haired man bounced himself with black curls bouncing around his shoulders. His face. Fuck, fuck! He lifted his head up to watch the black-haired man with thighs flexing. Watching when he moved with hips wriggling from side to side when he bottomed out against his pelvis.

Watching his erection tapped against his stomach slickly in time with his movements. His happy trail glistening from the shameless drops of pre-come as he clung onto his husband desperately with eyes riveted to those moving hips. It had him moaning delightedly into the muzzle with that muffled pitch as it pulled at his vocal cords. Leaving his throat aching. He shuddered with heat snapping up his back when his husband clenched tightly around him. Hips moving in that quick, shallow bouncing when his husband then pushed off his shins.

Rolling himself forward sleekly onto his knees with hands came down onto his chest with a slap. Pushing off slightly as his knees dug into the bed, the black-haired man bounced on him quick, quick, quick. Riding him like he was a charging horse. It had him moaning as he slid his hands along his waist before he slid his hands up to his waist. He squeezed at the black-haired man as he tugged him down idly had his husband moaning at him with such enthusiasm it sent shivers down his back. Had his stomach fluttering.

His heart thudded sickeningly against his chest when he tugged his husband down with a harder hit against his pelvis that had his hips twitching up. Groaning in that muffled pitch with a wince at the soreness to his throat but he happily ignored it. His husband began to rise his hips up, up, up then letting himself be yanked down to bottom out against his pelvis. It was like a game. Shouta lifting himself up quickly only to be tugged down by his hands as the black-haired man's lashes trembled of brilliant red cheeks.

His lips shining damply. Fuck him, he'd never wanted to kiss someone more. His hips twitched again as his husband bounced himself quickly in compliance with his tugging hands with hips dropping down with all his weight. Bouncing him with the bed lightly had him moaning out when he clawed at his husband's waist tearing a keening moan from the man. So hot, so hot, so hot. Everything was so fucking hot that he didn't know what to do about it. He held onto his husband fervently as he yanked him down harder to bottom out.

Hard drops that had the slap of their meeting skin ringing out when hands trembled on his chest as they pushed weakly at him. He could die right now the happiest man ever. Hotter than anything. How did he not burst into flames? How was he not rendered into a pile of ash after having his husband eat him out so veraciously? Inner walls spasmed before clenching down hard around him tearing a keening moan out of him as he threw his head back to the bed. His hair rustling over it deafeningly in his ears.

His nails clawing over his husband's waist yet again which had the man shuddering with an arch as his hands curled into loose fists against his heaving chest. His head was spinning weakly. His jaw aching. He wanted nothing more than to gasp heaving lungful's through his mouth. To give his screaming, burning lungs exactly what they wanted from him right now. Lungs that screamed the wisps he took through his nose weren't enough, but he'd be damned if he stopped now. He yanked his husband down to his pelvis again, again, again.

All with that giddy exhilaration when he clawed yet again with the black-haired man arching down slightly. His hips snapping up and down, up and down, up and down sharply. Maddening. It was utterly maddening the sensitivity that remained around his fresher piercings. The way that heat felt so fucking good it had his hips twitching to thrust up shallowly which his husband let out a moan in response too. Encouraging him silently to please, please, move which he was more than giddy to give when he bent his legs up.

Planting his feet firmly to the bed. Letting his husband raise up, up, up, he used his hold on his waist to yank him down as he slammed his hips up causing him to bounce up lightly. It had his husband moaning at him with such enthusiasm, such ecstasy, it had his stomach fluttering wildly at the sound. And he giddily let his husband raise himself up before slamming him down as he snapped his hips up to thrust into that clenching heat. Tight, tight, tight. Hot, hot, hot. His husband felt so fucking good around him.

He snapped his hips up in time with his downwards yanks that had his husband moaning above him with such ecstasy it had his toes curling. Hips snapped up and down against him with the bed bouncing lightly beneath them with each hard drop that had him shuddering. Arching his back slightly from the bed with a keening moan of his own, leaving him when he clawed at his husband's waist. Loving the low, snapping groan it got him from his husband who was bouncing faster, faster, faster. Snapping up and down.

It had him shuddering with a keening whimper leaving the man as he slammed his hips up eagerly. Jumping up to meet his downwards drops giddily with the slick squelches of the lube and condom rubbing together. The sharp slaps of their skin meeting again, again, again. The huffing pants being taken by the both of them as his lips pinched together tightly with that urge to crush them to Shouta's glistening ones, but he couldn't. They had a no kissing rule when they would eat one another out.

But God if he didn't want too. If he didn't want to say fuck it and kiss the man silly. If he didn't want those full, glistening lips to come down on his own to kiss him with the hunger that he knew would be prevalent in the kiss as he clawed at his husband's waist. Twisting him down impossibly close as he slammed up fast, fast, fast to meet his husband's bouncing giddily. Watching with delight as his hips began to swing up further with one, two, three, four piercings popping out of him as the man moaned down at him.

A hand shifting from its braced position on his chest to slid onto the bed with nails clawing over the blanket. Huffing. Gasping. Panting raggedly with his husband moaning so freely above him it had his teeth gnashing together as he moaned in his throat. Aching. Sore. He huffed through his nose desperately as he yanked his husband down harder, harder, harder. This, in return, had his husband swinging his hips up higher as he moved himself faster, faster, faster. Trying his best to keep up with his husband.

Riding him so fucking good as inner walls clenched tightly around him leaving him desperate to thrust up. To bury himself in the clenching heat that was clutching at him so fucking good that he had no choice but to slam himself up faster in compliance with his husband's speed. To slam himself up harder with hits that no doubt had his husband bouncing up lightly if those moans and whimpers had anything to say about it. All night. He wants to do this all fucking night. Perhaps not with the muzzle but he wants him.

He wants nothing more than to fuck this man all night long whether it was with actual sex or going down on him. He didn't care what they did. So long as he could touch Shouta however he wanted. He didn't know what state his jaw was going to be in when they stopped but he didn't mind it one bit. He'd do whatever this man wanted of him. And if that meant keeping the muzzle on a little longer after this round then so be it. If he had to jerk him off rather than sucking him off, then he'd do it. Whatever he wanted.

He wants nothing more than to give his husband the pleasure he'd been given tonight. Fuck, he wants to eat him out. To touch him, kiss him, do whatever he possibly can to return that pleasure. To feel good together. He huffed through his nose desperately as he snapped his hips up to bury himself in that tight heat. Giving in to the voice howling in the back of his head to go faster, faster, faster. Come up harder, harder, harder with the sharp slaps of their skin meeting acting as the driving force.

To keep him slamming up when his husband's hips snapped downwards. Hitting against his pelvis with such strength it had him wheezing through his nose as they moved fast, fast, fast. Hard, hard, hard. His erection throbbed fervently when he moaned out with his hands sliding from his husband's waist up his sides before coming back down to sweep past his waist to his moving hips. His trembling thighs. They were all spots he was determined to feel as his husband squirmed wildly on top of him.

Hips wriggling before he repeated his circuit. Sliding his hands along trembling thighs up to moving hips. Over the flare of his waist. Sliding up it towards his sides to get the man arching down with his chest pressing fervently against his. Heaving. Gasping for air desperately as he slammed himself up into the black-haired man with that slick squelching ringing out. The sharp slap of their meeting skin ringing out like shots in the silence of their bedroom. God, he needed to put music on more often when it came to sex.

It always enhanced the moment and left the brutal sound of slapping skin to be softened. He clung onto his husband when he felt a bead of sweat roll down his forehead down his temple to soak into his hair. Hot, hot, hot. When did he get so hot? He didn't know but fuck if it didn't inspire him to slam up harder against his husband. Slamming up as he rested his hands on his waist once again to yank him down in unison. His husband whimpered at him pleadingly with knees digging into the bed to bounce wildly.

He clung onto the man when that trembling hand on his chest came up to press carefully to the mattress. Avoiding the wild spread of his hair to keep from pushing on it. He could die happy. The sight of his husband up above him with wild curls brushing at his red cheeks was a beautiful sight. Spilling over his shoulders in a wild array as red cheeks glistened with a faint, clammy sheen to it. Huffing through his nose, inner walls spasmed before clamping down hard around him to which he threw his head back again.

Howling out in that muffled pitch as his jaw clenched fervently to keep himself quiet. Slamming up in a frenzy into that clenching heat with that howl ripping up in volume yet remaining muffled. As if he were hearing it from another room. His hips jumped in that frantic frenzy his husband tried to follow along with as an ecstatic, enthusiastic moan tore out of him. Fuck him, does he love this man. Loves, loves, loves Shouta. He always feels so good against him. Always feels so good to be inside of him.

Each time better than the last, he swore it. He slammed himself up into the clenching heat desperately with huffing pants trembling on thier way down as he clawed at his husband's waist. Listening to the resulting, keening moan leaving his husband as knees dug into the mattress. Bouncing lightly in time with it as he clutched the man close, close, close before reaching up to curl his arms around him as he crushed him to his heaving chest. Holding him as arms snuck beneath his neck to curl around his shoulders.

Hands twisted into his hair. Huffing pants fanning over his throat as his husband jerked his hips down harder, harder, harder. Slamming down causing his hips to waver in their thrusts upwards, but he didn't mind it one fucking bit. God, it felt damn good. So good. He was burning, burning, burning up beneath his husband. Hotter than fucking anything. He snapped his hips upwards eagerly with his husband slamming down to meet his thrusts. Moving together to blister his mind. Leaving him hot, hot, hot.

He let out a muffled shout when the black-haired man tightened around him again as he tightened his arms around him. Crushing him to his chest desperately when he bucked his hips up in a roll. Rolling them onto their sides, he his husband jerked his leg up with the chilled metal of that prosthetic leg sending shivers up his back, but he didn't care. It wasn't important; not when hips were slamming against him with shameless rubs of that throbbing erection against his stomach. A shamelessness to it that he adores.

He clung onto his husband as he slammed his own hips forward with slick squelches of the lube and condom ringing out in time with their slapping skin. Deafening. Rhythmic. He kept his arms curled tightly around his husband who was kissing up beneath his jaw with frantic pants being taken as he slammed himself into that clenching head when he uncurled his arm briefly to adjust his husband's leg. Curling it up higher in a proper curl around his waist as he slammed into his husband eagerly. Desperately.

Diving into that heat again, again, again while his husband rubbed his weeping erection against his stomach shamelessly. It had his toes curling fiercely as he slammed into that clenching heat. Holding his husband impossibly close as he huffed through his nose while his husband nipped at his throat and neck with arms curling tightly around him. Holding onto him just as desperately as that leg tightened around his waist. The metal of his foot digging into his lower back cautiously as shivers raced up his back.

Jerking him forward when he dared to yank his hips back an inch which had him moaning as he slammed forward eagerly. Lengthening his pull back further, further, further until his husband was whimpering to which he would slam his hips forward to bury himself back into the heat that felt so fucking good wrapped around him. Huffing into his husband's shoulder through his nose with his teeth gnashing together as those words clogged his throat. All clamoring to be howled. Shouted. Screamed. Shrieked at his husband.

Yet he knew it was worthless to try and say a damn thing to his husband when his words would be muffled. Impossibly to get out with how tightly this muzzle held his jaw shut. His teeth clenched together as he ground them together slightly with huffs through his nose as he slammed forward against the black-haired man. Loving those half mewled words puffing into his neck as his husband held onto him. Words that faded and trailed off long before they could be said leaving them to be mere wisps of what his husband wanted to say.

Half gasped versions of his name leaving the black-haired man were driving him up the wall. Listening to that deep voice become so breathy as he gasped out his name again and again was by far the best fucking thing about sex. He can't get enough of hearing his husband cry out for him in that gasping tone the way he was. It had him shuddering as he slammed forward into that clenching heat. Rhythmic. As if his hole was throbbing around him. God, it had his back arching at the thought as those muscles pulled at him.

Squeezing, tightening, throbbing around his erection as it twitched. Fuck, he would never get tired of sex with his husband. Never, never get enough of this man. He tightened his arms around the black-haired man giddily as he came forward harder. Faster. Giving the black-haired man what he wanted without him needing to breathe a word about it and God if it didn't get his husband moaning. Mewling. He pounded himself forward with his husband's leg tightening around his waist with his muscles tensing.

He dug that prosthetic foot into his lower back which he didn't mind one bit. He needed, needed, needed his husband. Wants, wants, wants him so fucking bad. He felt half out of his mind with that heat sizzling under his skin. Raking beneath the surface of it with raking claws that had his legs shaking as he pounded forward giddily. That long draw back being matched by his husband. Pulling back, back, back until he feared he'd slip out before flying forward to pound into his husband causing him to bounce lightly in his arm.

A keening moan muffling itself into his throat much like his own moan muffled by the muzzle. God, he swore his throat never felt more tender in all of his life. As if, now that he couldn't open his mouth, all of those sounds were trapping themselves in his throat where they strained his vocal cords. Fuck, what was he going to do if they went back to work, and his throat was fucked up? If he was hoarse? Husky? It sent a shiver down his back at the thought as he pounded into that rhythmically throbbing heat with such delight.

It had him moaning into his muzzle deafeningly. His quirk threatening to burst to life if he wasn't careful about it but even if it did would it affect a thing if he was muzzled? He shuddered as he pounded himself into his husband as he clutched him impossibly close with huffs being taken through his nose desperately as he chased after that pleasure. Doing his best to give it back to his moaning husband who was utterly melting in his arms as his back arched when he slid his hand idly over his lower back.

Hips striking forward against him with his weeping erection rubbing against his stomach with enough pressure to get him groaning at his husband who merely tightened his arms around him. Teeth biting down on the juncture of his neck where it began to give way to his shoulder. Biting down hard. It had pain blistering over his skin as he threw his head back on a wail at the blunt pain throbbing over his shoulder. He pounded himself into his husband desperately in a frenzied rhythm that had his husband whimpering with such delight.

An unmistakable emotion when hips bucked and he was rolling onto his back once more when Shouta pushed at him. Hitting the bed with hips struggling to match his frantic, frenzied thrusts. Slamming up and down, up and down, up and down as he planted his feet to the bed. Pounding up into his husband as his hair bunched annoyingly beneath his upper back and neck. Sweat dripping down his forehead only to drip down his temples. He shuddered with a keening moan ripping out of his husband.

His back arched from the bed as he pounded himself up hard, hard, hard. He had to go harder. Faster. Faster, faster, faster. Harder, harder, harder. It had his husband all but mewling into his spot that he sucked frantically at as arms squeezed beneath his neck with hands cupping the back of his head. His husband suckling frantically at the spot when he tightened his own arms around his husband when he slid his hands down his back. Loving the way, it arched under his roaming hands when he then grabbed at his husband's ass.

Coaxing him up and down, up and down, up and down faster to match his pounding speed which had the black-haired man groaning into his skin. Delicious vibrations racing over his skin that had him shuddering with a groan flying out of himself. He pounded himself up into his husband fast, fast, fast with hips dropping down hard, hard, hard to pin his pelvis to the bed. Meeting him thrust for thrust. And God, maybe it was still left over pleasure from his husband eating him out, but he swore he could come from this alone.

Come early. He was huffing through his nose desperately as his chest heaved frantically as his husband's hips dropped down hard as they possibly could while swinging up high. Mimicking the drawback, they'd been using seconds ago on their sides as fingers tugged at his hair in their pinned position beneath his head. Crying out in his muffled pitch when that pull created a consistent pull on his scalp that had his back arching. He pounded up into his husband with that clammy sweat working with him.

Sheens of sweat worked to amplify that clap of their skin meeting again, again, again like shots of sound in the quiet. The slaps that had his heart jumping in his chest. God, he swore that shitty spring in the mattress was even acting up in a light, rhythmic squeaking. He huffed frantically as his jaw screamed with discomfort from its closed position so far, but he tried his best to ignore it. To focus on pounding up into that rhythmically squeezing heat that was pulling at him as if to convince him to come already.

Fuck him, the pleasure was pooling insufferably in his stomach as his husband bounced on him wildly. Viciously. Inner walls calming down tightly around him, he giddily uncurled an arm from around his husband's waist to wiggle his hand between them to curl his fingers a round that throbbing erection. Loving the moan it got him from his husband when hands left his hair. Arms sliding from beneath his neck when hands pressed to the mattress and then his husband was swinging up away from him.

Coaxing his arm to uncurl from around him. A hand sliding into his as his husband sat back on his knees to bounce himself in that wild, hard rhythm of theirs. He wasted little time in stroking that throbbing erection in his grasp in time with their moving hips. He forced his lashes up to find black curls flying around his husband's shoulders and red face beautifully. The hand in his squeezing tightly at him as his husband's mouth dropped open with his racing pants. His black brows squeezing tightly together with that wrinkle between them.

His chest heaving wildly when he felt the muscles of his stomach tremble with the light brush of the knuckles of his hand. Twisting, curving, his hand along that dripping erection giddily while he watched the black-haired man bounce on his erection. Fucking himself on it like it was the best thing in the world. Like there was no better sex toy or vibrator out there. Like his dick was it. And the way those inner wall clamped down fervently around him spoke volumes on what his husband thought about it.

It had him moaning out with such delight it was unmistakable as his husband slammed himself down with the bed bouncing lightly beneath him. Hard hits that he fucking adores. Squirming with that delight beneath his husband, he pressed his head back to the bed, but he kept his eyes on his husband. Bouncing, bouncing, bouncing away on him like he was the best thing he's ever had inside of him. It had the fluttering's of an orgasm stirring in his lower stomach as he pounded himself fervently into his husband.

Eagerly. He didn't want to come yet, but he didn't have that control. Not when the heat of his husband was soaking into him. When those dark, mismatched eyes were focused on him with such intensity he was half convinced his husband saw him through that ruined eye. He was stunning. Beautiful. Sweat was dripping down red cheeks to his jaw where they trembled only to drip off. Beads of sweat forming along his upper arms and chest that had mesmerized him. What he'd give to lick and suckle at those hardened nipples.

To nibble, bite, pull, twist and pinch at them until his husband was a howling mess. Soon. Soon, soon, soon he'd be able to do what he wanted to that beautifully broad chest. He clung to the hand in his as he stroked his husband's throbbing erection. A fervent, erratic throbbing beneath his palm and fingers that had convinced him his husband was growing close as well. If only his husband topped. Ohh, what he'd give to feel hips striking at him with the head of his erection nudging his prostate the way it had to be for Shouta.

But he knew he wouldn't let himself bottom again. As good as it had been on their anniversary it merely solidified the knowledge he was strictly a top. Clinging onto his husband's hand, he stroked faster, faster, faster with a firm squeeze that had his husband throwing his head back on a cry as he slammed himself down to his pelvis hard. Bouncing the bed and him lightly when a muffled moan flew out of him. Hot, hot, hot. He was so hot, so hot, so hot. He didn't know what to do about that fluttering in his stomach.

A fluttering that was pulling together like lazy strands in his lower stomach to create that all too familiar hot spark. A coal. It was sizzling through him as his stomach flexed briefly before his hips jumped in that frantic frenzy. Pounding into his husband again, again, again as he jerked his hips up to flip them into another roll. So restless. He was restless. He slammed his husband down onto his back as his legs jerked outwards while his own pressed into the bed. Sinking deep, deep, deep into his husband much to his delight.

Burying himself to the hilt in his husband who let out a snapping moan as he pinned his hand to the bed. It merely had fingers digging into the back of his hand. Holding onto him as he then yanked his hips back, back, back before pounding forward with a sharp slap of their sweaty skin meeting ringing out. A sharp slap that had his husband moaning up at him with such ecstasy it had his stomach flipping. That small spark in his lower stomach tightened. It wouldn't take much more. Not much at all.

Fuck, fuck! He pounded himself into that tightness when he swallowed the pooling saliva in his mouth as his husband wailed beneath him. Writhing beneath him with his head thrown back to the bed to show off the expanse of that pale throat. Ohhhh, what he'd do to cover that pretty throat in kisses. If he couldn't put hickey's behind, then the least, he could do was to kiss and nip at his throat while his husband writhed beneath him. Wailing out a slurred call of his name that sent heat blistering under his skin in burning flashes.

A raking heat that refused to abate as he pounded at his wailing his husband. Listening to the call of his name; of that slurred howling of Hizashi, Hizashi, Hizashi leaving his husband in a chant. A breathless, heaving chant that had him moaning in that muffled pitch with hips moving to strike at his husband. The black-haired man clung onto his hand fervently when he stroked his erection quick, quick, quick. Twisting and curving his hand along his husband's erection that throbbed so fervently in his hand as he pounded into him.

Hips jerking beneath him to meet his pounding thrusts as his hair slithered over his shoulders and swaying in time with his movement. He huffed through his nose desperately to feed his itching, burning lungs when he slammed into his husband relentlessly. Yanking his hips back further then he wiggled them slightly to change their angle. Hoping he'd find it. And he knew he did when his husband wailed with a hand coming up to claw at his shoulder to twist him down closer to the writhing man.

Something he was more than happy to do so. Loving the airy gasps being taken by his husband as he pounded into him with hits aimed directly at his prostate when his own inner walls clamped together instinctively. Slick. Wet. He was a mess of slickness, but he didn't mind it one bit as he pounded into his husband who was writhing and twisting beneath him desperately. Hips moving and jumping to match his frenzied, pounding thrusts. It was deafening in their bedroom with the half slurred words leaving his husband.

The gasping pants being taken by the both of them. The quiet, rhythmic squeak of a spring beneath them as the bed moved with them. The slick squelching of the condom and lube punctuating his thrusts. The slap of their sweaty skin clapping together deafeningly in the bedroom like shots of sound. Deafening claps that had him squirming against his husband as he began to claw his way to that orgasm much to his dismay. He didn't want to come yet. Not yet, not yet, but fuck if he wasn't helpless.

If he couldn't stop himself as he clawed his way up that mountain with his husband gasping so prettily beneath him. He wanted the muzzle off. It had him whining desperately at his husband who looked up at him with that heat scalding itself in his gaze. That deep gray eye and that sparkling dark one looking up at him when a grin twitched on his full lips. A faint tilt at the corners of his mouth. Enough for him to know that Shouta knew damn and well how he was feeling about the muzzle. What he wanted.

That his husband understood that he didn't want this muzzle on, but he was waiting for the agreement from his husband. Waiting for hands to come up and pull it off of him. Until then he wouldn't move a turn out of place that didn't go along with their plan for tonight. It made it all the more exciting. Just like the slickness between his cheeks that had his breaths stuttering as he listened to that crisp slap of their skin meeting together. Fuck, his husband would always be so beautiful laid out like that beneath him.

A hand held tightly in his as hips jumped to pound against one another with airy gasps being taken as that orgasm tightened into stomachs. Stroking, stroking, stroking his husband desperately with an increasing speed that nearly had his hand slipping off of the slick shaft he held in his hand as the black-haired man dripped shamelessly. Fuck, fuck, fuck! He swore his blood was boiling through his veins with that heat as he pounded into the black-haired man. Huffing, gasping, twisting eagerly as inner walls throbbed around him viciously.

And he found himself cresting up, up, up to the precipice of his orgasm with a choked gasp. Not yet, not yet! But God, those walls were tugging at him as if coaxing him to come as his husband twisted beneath him with hips thrusting shamelessly into his hand with high gasps being taken. His back arching up from the bed, his husband was shaking beneath him with legs jerking up from the bed to curl around his waist. The cool metal of his prosthetic was a jolt, but he ignored it as thighs rubbed restlessly against his waist.

Heels digging into his lower back to jerk him forward desperately. And he happily complied as he huffed through his nose similar gasps to his husband as he jerked himself forward harder, harder, harder. Faster, faster, faster. Pounding in to hit at that prostate that had his husband writhing beneath him as his thighs shook before they began to tense up. He stroked his husband furiously with purposeful swipes over that dripping head when his husband's back arched up from the bed. Squirming wildly beneath him.

And that playful squeeze began to gradually tighten around his erection tearing a howl out of him with his jaw straining against the muzzle. Muffling him. Keeping him so quiet, quiet, quiet as he pounded into that hot, constricting heat when Shouta threw his head back with a wail bursting out of him. And then his husband squirming, twisting, as he began to tense beneath him. And he was coming, coming, coming. His husband was making a mess over his own stomach as inner walls contracted and throbbed frantically around him.

He wailed out a slurred, muffled wail of Shouta's name like he was a praise. A curse. A king. A god that needed devotion. He was tipping over and he was fucking done. It was painfully early but would his husband hold it against him? He slammed into the black-haired man once, twice, three times more. And then, much like his husband, he was stiffening up to grind frantically against him. His thighs shaking from that stiff set as his stomach flexed with his lashes fluttering shut as his eyes rolled back on him.

Tingles raced up his shaking stomach where it then exploded into an orgasm in his stomach as he huffed desperately through his nose. Coming, coming, coming. His erection throbbed frantically as he clung to Shouta's hand desperately as hw howled out; growing in volume. Higher, higher, higher as he quirk flickered to life but the muzzle kept him from being too loud. It didn't matter. He ground frantically against his husband as that white-hot heat slammed over his head, robbing him of his damn air.

He just needed to ride it out, ride it out, ride it out. His howling choked down into guttural groaning identical to that of his husband who shuddered beneath him. Coming over his hand in a mess as he clung to the other in his hand frantically with a keening moan leaving his husband when he bucked instinctively. Coming, coming, coming as those inner walls spasmed to squeeze another throb out of him. Another twitch. Another spurt to fill up the condom. He was huffing desperately but his head spun wildly.

His lungs screamed for a decent breath. He didn't think he'd need air so badly all of his life. The hand in his clung tightly to him as he struggled to keep himself from swaying in time with the spinning in his head. He was hot, hot, ht. It was so good, so good, so good. As if he had needed a scratch that needed itching and he finally got it. He shuddered as that white-hot heat tore him apart from the inside out. Flaming nails raking beneath the surface of his skin relentlessly that had him moaning desperately.

A weak croaking, consistent sound leaving him when his husband's hips thrusted weakly to aid the final spurts leaving him before he was slumping into the bed with a shudder. And the hand under his wiggled free to which he planted his hand to the bed as he came, came, came. A never-ending orgasm that had him shaking. It began to ebb out of him in a rush that left him shuddering when hands came up and- Oh. Oh, that felt so good. The muzzle was unbuckled then tugged off of him gently with straps jingling lightly.

The relief as his mouth dropped open on a gasp was so fucking good. Heaving his breaths in so fast it was like hyperventilating when Shouta was rolling them onto their sides as his orgasm rushed out of him leaving him shaking in its absence. Fuck him, he could come again from the relief in his jaw. In the hunger as he took his breath as he was cuddled close to his husband who slid a hand over his head gently. Stroking his hair from his sweaty face gently with lips pressing to his forehead, his eyebrow, with soft croons leaving the man.

Humming at him as his erection began to soften with a flurry of twitches but he happily let himself be hugged close to the black-haired man. Cuddled into his chest as he gasped desperately for air. Hungry for it as he gasped with his lashes fluttering on his cheeks, but he couldn't open his eyes. Not yet. But those full lips kissed his face softly, gently, with targeted kisses to his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. Huffing. Panting. Gasping. Trying to breath without hyperventilating which felt harder than he'd like to admit.

His husband's hand slid gently over his side down to his waist before an arm wiggled beneath his side when he rolled forward. Allowed himself to sprawl out on his husband's heaving chest while a hand came up to smooth over his hair with another hoarse croon leaving Shouta. Husky as he was rocked gently with inner walls fluttering around him in weak spasms of the aftermath. He curled into his husband's chest when he heard the mask being tossed onto the floor over the edge of the bed with a thud.

Both panting raggedly in the absence of squelching. Of slapping skin. Grunts, whines, whimpers, moans and groans. The soft crooning of Shouta's had his lashes fluttering on his hot cheeks as he curled his arm over his chest around his side to tuck his hand beneath his back. Tucked away inside of him, he knew that he would have to pull out. But he was too busy gasping for air as he panted into his husband's throat. Relishing in the sheer relief as his mouth hung open when he felt full lips pressing to the top of his head.

Nuzzling him gently as arms held him tightly to his husband's heaving chest. He happily cuddled himself into his hold as he fought to tug his hips back to slip out of his husband. He would in a minute. Just one minute he needed cuddled up with his husband rather than jumping apart and being pragmatic about it all. Shouta's fingers combed through his hair gently when he let himself rock idly back and forth with his husband who held him close when he swallowed to keep from drooling over his chest.

He couldn't find his words. Funny, how once his mouth was able to be opened and he was gasping for his air that he had no words left to say to the black-haired man after aching to speak. To babble the dirty words building in his throat only to be rendered useless once the mask was off. All he could conjure was the soft mumble of his husband's name. Of Shouta, Shouta, Shouta breathlessly as he was rocked gently as his legs twisted up with Shouta's. The cool metal of his prosthetic had him jumping but he did his best to ignore it.

To forsake it when he had arms wrapped around him tightly and lips kissing the top of his head in a frenzy that had him giggling breathlessly then. Breaking up the low croon of his husband's name. He giggled again when he then nuzzled his face into his husband's throat earning himself a lazy chuckle in return when hands began to move over his back and through his hair. Smoothing over it gently with all the adoration in the world to make him melt as his lashes fluttered on his cheeks before forcing them up.

Staring into his husband's neck when the black-haired man began humming idly in that cracked tone with fingers combing through his hair gently when his husband let out a rushing sigh when he tugged his hand free when a cheek pressed to the top of his head with a nuzzle. A rub of that cheek over his hair that had him happily nuzzles his nose and lips up beneath his jaw earning himself a lazy chuckle from his husband who rocked them gently. The warmth of his racing pants fanning over his hair had him melting into his husband's hold.

He was turning into a damn puddle. It had him humming lazily himself on a cracked tone when his husband smoothed his hand over his hair. And he couldn't deny that it was nice; just laying here with hips pressed together tenderly. Resting innocently inside of his husband. The stick smear of come between their stomachs. The scent of Shouta sweat as he nuzzled at the black-haired man who chuckled again as he freed a hand up to sign at him. So that was absolutely fucking amazing!

"Ama-Amazing, was it? Really?" His husband had a playful tone as that cheek lifted slightly when it rubbed to the top of his head to which he giggled when he nodded. He happily cuddled into his husband far more actively than he had been when he'd been lost in the fog of relief. The murky hazy of his orgasm. Arms tightened around him as he nuzzled his face into his husband's throat happily. "Do-Do you wanna take a bath or a sh-shower? Be-Because I don't mind takin' a bath ton-tonight if you don't!"

I would love nothing more than to take a bath with you, baby! Lets rinse off with the showerhead first, yeah? He got a hum from his husband that had him humming back when he felt inner walls clench around his soft dick tearing a whine out of him when he squirmed. He wanted nothing more than to indulge in some cockwarming tonight. And dammit, why not? You wanna do some cockwarming tonight, baby? I can put a fresh condom on so it all stays clean, yeah? Would you be interested?

"I'd lo-love to indulge in some cockwa-warming tonight! I wa-want you in me while we play so-some games? Or wa-watch a movie? Go to sleep like that?" He loved the longing in his husband's voice. Shouta was, as he put it before, a slut for cockwarming. The black-haired man had voiced one too many times that he adores cockwarming. Wants it more often than they do it and he was more than happy to give him that tonight. Kissing at his jaw, he raised his trembling hand up to sign at his husband.

Then it's a done deal! We can do some cockwarming tonight! We'll even start doing it more often! Maybe while the kids are away at my sisters this weekend we could get away with a weekends worth of couch rotting and cockwarming? He got a squirm from his husband when he pulled his head back allowing the man to nod with that wide, crooked smile on his lips. Sweet. Warm. A smile meant for him. His smile. I love you, baby, do you know that? I love you so, so much!

"I lo-love you too, Zashi!" Lips then kissed the tip of his nose before targeting the bridge of it before he felt hips pulling back with the black-haired man sighing. He couldn't help a whine when he slipped out of his husband's slickly with a squelch when he rolled onto his back to keep from dripping on the blanket. "Now let's go take that bath, yeah? Lord kno-knows we're gonna ha-have a shit ton of sno-snow to shovel tomorrow! Mi-Might as well relax whi-while we can, yeah?"

Yeah, I get that. Why don't you go get the shower started up while I pick up a bit out here and get this off, okay? His husband kissed the tip of his nose again to which he giggled hoarsely at the black-haired man who nodded as they pulled away from one another to sit up. He couldn't help but hate the lack of those strong arms around him when he shifted to throw his legs over the side of the bed. He then reached up to push his husband's hair away from his face before signing with his free hand. Love you, baby.

"Love you too, Zashi."