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!

6. A Leg Up!

Shouta was hardly what he'd call completely blind when it came to the physique of his husband. Hizashi, from the time that they were teenagers, had always been very slender. Hell, as a teenager he'd dare call his husband "gangly" given how thin and how long his limbs were. How he seemed to trip over himself. The blonde was hardly what one would call an ugly duckling, but the man had been awkward. If anything, he thought adoringly of teenage Hizashi with his gangly limbs, big green eyes, and his braces.

The slowly closing gap between this two front teeth. However, he was not an idiot. As Hizashi matured, as he bulked up, there came to be one thing that was undeniable to the public. To the public, Hizashi had gone from an ugly duckling to a swan overnight. And even though he found his husband beautiful with his gangly awkwardness, even he could appreciate the changes in the man. Despite his rampant alcoholism, his husband always insisted upon staying fit. On keeping himself healthy as possible.

And he had not a problem with watching as his husband grew into his gangly limbs. Watched as his husband grew into a muscular, slender man right before his very eyes. A man he couldn't keep his hands off of him. Hizashi had always been and always will be beautiful to him. Gorgeous. But he couldn't deny from the very first time he'd seen Hizashi in his leather pants he'd been drawn to his slender, muscular legs. While Hizashi never had much in terms of an ass, he'd been mesmerized at what leather could do for a flat ass like Hizashi's.

What it could do for his legs. And he had to admit that he'd heard over the years the fair share of compliments his husband got for his legs. Compliments he himself had echoed many times before. There was nothing he didn't love about his husband. If anything, in his eyes, Hizashi was the perfect man. Hizashi was everything he could possibly want and more in a man. It made him feel unbearably lucky when he found the blonde lying in bed next to him with a facemask on under the insistence he needed to rejuvenate.

Or when he pulled him into those self-care nights, he began throwing with Eri who eagerly insisted he join them. There was something about his marriage that left him feeling incredibly lucky that he got his husband out of all the men in the world. Out of everyone he could have ended up with, he got Hizashi. And yes, they'd once talked long ago about if he would have ended up with Oboro instead. If, somehow and someway, he'd have loved Oboro more at some point. He always answered it honestly; maybe.

Maybe there was an alternate time line where he was with Oboro. Maybe there was a life where he was happy with the blue-haired teenager where they grew up happily. Maybe Oboro never would have ended up with Nemuri. Maybe Hizashi would have. But what mattered was that in this lifetime, in this timeline, he got Hizashi. And he couldn't imagine a world, a universe, where he didn't have this amazing person with him. It always got Hizashi teary eyed when they had those metaphorical questions which he always answered truthfully.

After all, what was the point in lying? In refusing to tell the truth? In his opinion, it was always better to tell the truth. To be upfront. And it's what made his marriage all the better. Hizashi always insisted on that open communication when he'd first left rehab. That they needed to lay out the bare bones of their relationship. It was here that he realized just how awfully Oboro's death had impacted his husband. And together they built forward to the relationship they had now. There's no one he could desire or trust more than Hizashi.

And if there was anything, he had to be one of the blonde's biggest supporters. How could he not be? Hizashi was a stunning man who deserved all the acknowledgement in the world. He was a beautiful man, inside and out, and there was no denying that. He loves the man more than he could ever articulate out loud. He loves him down to his very core. The blonde was the object of all his love and his desires. His attraction. And if there was anything that he found more attractive it was the blonde's confidence.

God, he didn't know what it was, but he absolutely adored the blonde's confidence from the beginning. Back when they had been friends. He never understood how one person could have so much confidence in themselves, but Hizashi had it. He was self-assured. And he couldn't deny that he found it hot. He found it unbelievably attractive how that boldness spread to all aspects of his husband's life from his personality to his decisions. How it affected his role as a father, a partner, and as a Pro-Hero.

His husband had admitted his confidence never came naturally but rather it was something he built up. He could still remember when Hizashi had begun wearing his leather pants. When the blonde grew confident with his wardrobe to upgrade to tight pants that emphasized those long legs of his. When the blonde admitted his love for cross-dressing, he knew it took the blonde some bravery to wear his outfits outside. When it was unmistakable that he was a man in women's clothing, but he was there to help him.

There to assure the blonde of what he knew to be true; that he was beautiful. Stunning. And he adored building his husband's confidence up. After all, over the past three years the blonde had done nothing but boost him up. Helped him with his confidence until he was no longer as close minded as he'd been during their first challenge. And he could see how reserved he still was by that point but over the past two years he liked to believe that he'd grown into his own. That he'd discovered a boldness of his own.

He'd become just as confident as his husband who always seemed to do nothing but encourage him. In pushing him forward to continue onwards with his confidence until he was half convinced, he could wear as he pleased when he was with Hizashi in public. However, he was a shy man. And there was no denying that, but he was working on it. There was nothing he could do but work on it with the everlasting patience of his husband who seemed more than happy to encourage him to be himself. Encourage him to be bolder.

For him to be more confident. To work on himself until he was as confident as the blonde. That day might never come but he had to admit that it was fun to think about it. To fantasize about it. To imagine a world where he might, one day, be able to wear form fitting clothing without feeling that the worlds eyes were on him. That he was being judged for being even an inch shorter than his husband. For being more muscular than him. However, he wanted to choose something to go with this boldness that he had in mind.

It was with this in mind that he had decided, after the hair bondage, he wanted to take a look over their list. His stomach fluttering at the options of the filled out list had his heart skipping with joy. Their final challenge and already there were so many options he wanted to indulge in, but one word had caught his attention. Written in his husband beautiful scrawl was a single word; crurophilia. The word itself was familiar which had him scratching his head when his husband went on his afternoon patrol.

He'd been more than happy to get a moment along while Eri played outside in the snow with Hitoshi to look it up. What a curious word it was. And God knows he got more than he was bargaining for when he looked up crurophilia. If anything, it left him red faced at the search result being a sexual fetish for legs. Or more specifically, with the leg fetishism it was found that most individuals may experience a sexual attraction to the particular areas such as the thighs, knees, shins, calves or ankles of another.

The name alone reminded him of that afternoon with his husband; the intercrural sex they had. In between his thighs. It had left him curious at first glance but it was a choice that had him thinking. He didn't know if finding his husband's legs attractive meant that he had this fetish, but it was definitely something he found himself curious in. Researching on his private browser when Eri had called through the window for him to join them to which he had slammed his laptop shut. A quick choice that damn near broke it.

However, he joined both of his children in the snow in the backyard as the still air amplified Eri's squeals and shrieks as she sank into the snow. When she was tossed into the big banks on either side of the yard and driveway. When he rubbed snow into her white hair and pink cap as she tried to run away from him. He'd welcomed the brief distraction when the three of them had trudged inside with dripping gloves, wet pants, and red faced. Eri and Hitoshi took their turns in the shower to warm up with Eri going first.

He had gone to his own shower to warm up until his skin and fingers tingled. After showers were had, he was given a few moments alone to open his laptop once more to research into crurophilia. A few moments were all he needed as he began to take notes on the articles he read on it. Many websites were merely definitions of the word with different ways of phrasing it or additional words added onto it. He'd waited until later that night while his husband was in the shower when he pulled his phone out before going to the kitchen.

There he'd watched a few videos on silent under the pretense of getting water. Videos that had him much more than interested in giving it a try. In speaking up to his husband when he had the chance. When he didn't feel like he was dogpiling onto the man who seemed busy lately. He knew that his husband was planning their anniversary early even if they were a half a week shy past New Years and four days into January. The blonde always liked to plan months in advance which he could agree always worked best for them.

He liked having that week spaced out and the months beforehand planned out together on what they'd take on. What they had to do to make the day special. Thankfully, this year their anniversary fell on a Saturday which meant his husband didn't have to take time off but still they were planning in advance. Something he could happily go along with to make sure that they were ready. That the week of their anniversary was free. And so, that night he'd remained tight lipped about his brief research of the afternoon.

Doing so in favor of cuddling up to his husband. To nuzzling that pink, freckled cheek adoringly as he cuddled up in his arms with hands sliding over his back as he was pulled on top of him to his chest. And yet he found himself eager to mention it to his husband. That following morning he'd almost spilled what he wanted to say. He had plans on when to say it. How he wanted to say it. After all, no matter how open they were it still felt awkward walking up to his husband to say he wanted to hump his shin.

He wanted to hump himself silly while holding onto the man's knee and thigh. To claw at the leather of his pants to find a give only for there to be nothing for him to hold onto properly. Or maybe even a loose pair of pants for him to grip fistfuls of. It was an odd desire but God if he didn't wake early that next day with the tail ends of a wet dream that had him gasping. Hizashi curled into his back as he squirmed with hips wriggling as the end of a trembling moan cut off in his throat that rang out in the silence of their bedroom.

Sweat beading on his forehead when he'd cringed at the wetness in his boxers. He wanted to groan that of course he'd wake early on a Tuesday morning to a wet dream. He'd tried to be discreet in changing his boxers, his pajama bottoms, and cleaning himself off in the bathroom. However, it was the push he needed to say something. To tell his husband what he wanted. What had been chasing after him since his researching Friday afternoon. He wanted nothing more than to spill his guts to his husband about what he wanted.

What he wanted to do with him. To at least give him the choice of vetoing it. However, this was hardly the hardest thing he'd brought up to his husband before. It was hardly the weirdest thing either. He had asked plenty of his husband in the past that could be seen as very odd. And then, of course, there was his husband's choices. Everything in the past two challenges can be scrutinized with a speculative gaze but at the end of the day he knew that his husband wasn't going to judge him for something simple.

He wasn't going to talk down on him for wanting to hump his damn leg. Not when the blonde had done the same to his thighs countless times. It was just a matter of mentioning it. And today? Saturday? Goddammit, he was going to say what he wanted to his husband while they both had free time. It could even be seen as foreplay. Whatever he needed to explain what this want of his was he'd practiced for days. He'd been rehearsing in his own head over and over again whenever he could. When he had a moment to himself.

Making his way down the hallway with his feet thudding over the floor, he felt that determination swelling in his chest. The words waiting in his mind sitting there ready to be spoken. Gloves, hat, and scarf rested on the heater where they were drying with boots stuffed up beneath the heater to dry out as well. The blonde's coat hung up properly, he made his way into the kitchen where the kettle was on with its soft blue light as the water boiled gently. The box of tea sitting beside it waiting for Hizashi to come out and fix himself a cup.

The home was quiet, save for the murmur of the TV in the living room. Hitoshi had decided to go out to the dorms to spend time with his classmates with Eri in tow with the insistence of playing in the snow and making a few snowmen for the school. He was sure when he and Hizashi pulled into U.A Monday morning there'd be many snowmen waiting for them. It had him smiling softly at the thought when he turned to skim past the fridge down the small hallway of their home with muted thuds of his feet hitting the carpet.

He had been meaning to update his prosthetic leg for something more natural looking at home but he'd yet to attend his appointment for it. It wasn't until next week when he'd have to go in for a fitting with Hizashi in tow who swore he had pictures of his right leg. He didn't see the difference between his right and left leg, but the blonde insisted on doing it for him. He didn't fight it further. He shuffled down the hallway to the bright white light of their bedroom spilling into the hall when he made his way into their bedroom.

The bathroom door hanging open halfway with the blonde standing before the bed humming to himself. The lotion bottle on the bedside table when the blonde tied his hair back into a loose bun. Rubbing lotion down his arms along his shoulders; the side of his neck then down his chest as slid his hands slickly down it. Over his his stomach leaving white streaks behind as his joggers hugged his waist tightly with hips poking out. And he couldn't help himself as he traced his eyes down the blonde's chest.

Down to his stomach to his happy trail that thickened teasingly before disappearing beneath the waistband of his joggers. They clung tightly to his hips with the cuffs hugging his ankles just as tightly, but the fabric in between flowed. Looser than anything but God if his husband didn't look fucking good right now. Hizashi had decided today to take up the choice of going out on his day off to shovel the driveway and front walkway. The blonde had been out there close to two hours trying to clear out the snow.

Trying to flatten the load of the snow the best he can to make pulling in and out smooth as can be. He'd met him at the front door where he'd admired those rosy cheeks of his from the cold. The brilliant red of his nose and earlobes from the freezing cold of the winter air. Snow clinging to his hair in flakes that melted when he'd tugged him over the threshold. Coaxing him out of his coat and his soaked gloves from his hands. The blonde had been a shivering mess when he'd gotten his coat, gloves and hat off.

To which he'd suggested to the blonde to take a shower. Something to warm him up and get him comfortable again. He'd been hesitant but he was determined to say it; even if they didn't do it today, the least he wanted was to say it. To tell his husband what he had in mind. What he wanted. And he didn't want to chance another wet dream over something so silly. It was hard enough getting away with it the first time and some nights he hardly got away with a wet dream without his husband shaking him awake.

When his husband was poking him away where, half the time, they had the hottest sex he'd ever had. God, there was always something so good about being pulled from a wet dream only to have his husband all too willing to "make it a reality" whatever it was. He was surprised the blonde hadn't woke when he had after his wet dream on Tuesday. He was surprised the blonde had snored through it the way he had but he was thankful. Even if they'd been married close to six years and together for seventeen going on eighteen.

It was still embarrassing. Still mortifying when he had a wet dream so close to another person but at the very least, he knew his partner understood it. That he got it given the few times he'd woken to Hizashi in the throw of a wet dream himself. Moaning with such unabashed volume as it rang out to fill the darkness of their room. His whimpers, whines, and the near mewls that left him with hips jumping beneath the blankets. There was something so fascinating watching his husband in the throes of one.

But it was all the same; it lit a fire under his ass to talk to his husband whenever he got one. Especially when he'd been laying up at night imagining scenario after scenario involving the act of humping his husband's leg. What he wanted. And he'd been desperate to get it out of his system. To say it already rather than drag his feet another week with his mind getting to him. And so, after his husband had come in from shoveling, he'd all but shoved the man through the house to their bedroom with the insistent of a shower.

Dragging them both into the bathroom where he'd gotten the shower running for Hizashi which earned him a few kisses. A touch of those frigid lips to his own. He could only imagine how soft always put on Chapstick after his showers to keep his chapped appearance at bay. He found himself in awe of the blonde who rubbed his hands over his chest which smeared the lotion in to the curls of hair that clung to his skin. Down along his stomach then to the flare of his waist and up his sides slightly.

His skin was flushed a soft red along his chest and shoulders from the heat of the shower, yet his hair was no doubt blow-dried after he'd tried puttering around the house. Anything to keep himself busy while his husband had been in the shower. He couldn't help his gawking at the blonde when fingers rubbed over his toned stomach over his happy trail with fingers rolling in slick circles. The piercings running through his nipples caught the light in cheeky winks at him slickly with the layer of lotion over them.

It had him mesmerized at how those nipples perked up with the cooler air, no doubt, when the blonde clicked his tongue to which he jerked out of his gawking at that beautiful body of his. Slender proportions that would leave the vainest woman jealous of his husband. And those green eyes glittered at him with a sparkle of playfulness as the blonde's hands swept up to his chest to rub over it again with that cocky smile of his. A bold smile that had not a hint of bashfulness or embarrassment to it.

It had heat rushing up to his cheeks causing them to burn when his lips pinched together before pursing out slightly in a pout when the blonde chuckled before sliding his hands down his sides again. Following the curve of his small waist when the blonde gave him a cheeky wink. The light caught those piercings in another playful wink when his chest arched forward slightly. A display that welcomed his gaze to roam over the man when those hands slid down. Coming to rest on those slightly exposed hips.

"See somethin' you like, baby?" The blonde questioned with another playful wink that had his face burning when he scoffed at the blonde who made his way around the bed to which he stepped into the room then shut the doors with a light thud behind him. Flipping the lock. This had the blonde tilting his head when he then pushed off the doors to meet him halfway. He looked so warm even if he was shirtless. Meeting in the middle, hands slid along his waist as he lifted his hands up to touch soft upper arms.

Muscular but so, so soft. It had him humming when the blonde slid his hands along his waist to twist him closer with a smile curling over his lips as he lost his pout. He curled his arms up around his husband's shoulders as he twisted closer to him with his warmth soaking into his arms through the sweater he wore when he kissed his husband's jaw. Nipping playfully at him which had the blonde chuckling. "Maybe I do. What are you going to do about it? I think you like exposing yourself to me."

"Says the exhibitionist!" He couldn't help a yelp when he was spun on his feet with the blonde dipping his head down. A laugh burst out of him when lips trailed down his throat softly with hands flipping the hem of his shirt up with arms sliding around his waist. Warm, warm, warm. His husband was so warm after his shower. Soft after his lotion. Lips and nose nuzzled into the side of his neck before his husband pulled back with a smile on his lips. Warm. Sweet. His smile. "So, tell me, what do you want to do? The whole afternoon is ours."

"Indeed, it is. Eri isn't going to be back until close to her bedtime and by then I'm sure she'll go down easily. I've never seen an eight year old go to bed with such little fuss like her." He touched the bun of his husband's hair which was silky under his touch when the blonde nuzzled his cheek to which he couldn't help grinning. Cupping the back of his husband's neck he hummed out again which got him a soft hum back into his cheek. "But I do have something I would like to talk to you about, love."

"Oh? What about?" The blonde's words were a murmur into his cheek much to his delight when arms squeezed his waist. God, he truly couldn't get enough of the adoration his husband showered over him. How he held him so tenderly. He tightened his arms around his shoulders as he rubbed at the back of his husband's neck. Loving the vibrations of a hum into his cheek before the blonde pulled back with green eyes glowing at him with delight. "What's cookin' in that head of yours, baby?"

"I was thinking we could do something off of the list. Something pretty simple." He rubbed the back of his husband's neck again earning himself a shudder when the blonde smiled wickedly at him with brows raised. Waiting. He licked his lips before clearing his throat as he dug his fingers in just enough to get the man shuddering again. He was so soft. "I was looking over the list the other week and something caught my eye. Have you ever heard of crurophilia?"

"Mmm I think I wrote that down on the list actually! However, I hadn't really done much research into it but rather it was one of those things I kinda wrote down for the sake of writing it down when I saw it on a website, you know?" Arms tightened around his waist as they swayed idly from side to side when the blonde tilted his head at him. Dragging his teeth over his lip, he tightened his arms around his shoulders. "Why? Is that what you want to do? What does it involve actually?"

His face felt much too hot for his liking, but the blonde merely leaned in to pepper his cheek slowly in kisses that had him melting in his arms. Arching into him as he swallowed before clearing his throat again as lips began to trail over his jaw gently. "Crurophilia is a sexual fetish, um, specifically with legs. And I was thinking it won't be too hard, but I was thinking I could sit on the floor and, um, hump your leg? I thought something simple would be better, you know? If you don't want too-"

"Ah, ah! Don't you even think of offering me an out about this! This sounds like something I can handle!" The blonde's arms then squeezed him, holding him tightly to his chest, with that smile twitching at the corners before widening. "In fact, I think it's pretty hot. You think my legs are so pretty you wanna fuck one? You wanna sit on the floor and hump my leg like a dog in heat? You wanna cum all over it? You like my legs that much, baby? I think it's pretty fucking hot to think of you down there humping my leg like a dog."

Oh.

It sent a shiver down his back at the lowering of his husband's voice as his arms held him tight, tight, tight. It had his heart skipping against his chest with his stomach fluttering sickeningly. His breath caught in his throat when he found his skin flickering with a burst of heat that had him tightening his arms around his shoulders. "So, then you don't mind it? Don't mind if I make a mess all over your joggers? Are you sure about that, Zashi? You don't have too given you just took a shower, love."

"Oh, no, I want to do this! I don't mind whatsoever! If my handsome husband says he wants to get down on the floor and hump my fucking leg to get off, then so be it! Weirder shit has been asked to be done and I'm not going to let you feel embarrassed or shameful because you asked!" Hands slid up beneath his shirt along his back where they fanned out sending tingles racing down his back. Held so close, close, close he was soaking his heat up. "I can always change my pants, baby! I want to see you do it!"

A trembling breath was taken that raked down his throat unevenly when he twisted forward into the blonde's arms who held him so tightly. Soft, soft, soft. His husband's skin was soft beneath his hands as he slid his hand from the back of his neck down his upper back slightly. Watching his husband's lips parting silently with blonde lashes fluttering in a blink with that desire making itself known. "If you're really sure about it then I'll personally let you wear a pair of my joggers, yeah?"

"Yeah! I don't mind making a bit of a mess! It's not like it'd be skin to skin, and I can wipe my leg off if it soaks through!" He licked his lips again when Hizashi's lashes fluttered with eyes dropping down to catch the movement when hands slid down his back to knead at the small of it. He shuddered as soothing circles worked to soothe the knots forming there with a firm insistence. "I want to see you fuck my leg like the desperate little thing you are. I want to see how much you love my legs so show me, baby!"

It had a shudder racing down his back when he nodded with his lips parting ever so slightly as his gaze dropped to the blonde's lips. They'd be waxy from the Chapstick, but they parted slightly much like his own as his breaths fanned lightly onto his causing them to tingle. He leaned in then to kiss at the corner of his husband's mouth. His lips were a light pink that always left him giddy to have on his; a natural pinkness that he adores. He kissed the corner of his mouth again when his husband clicked his tongue at him playfully.

Hands kneading at his back before sliding down in a caress over his ass. Rubbing his hands over it again, again, again as his lower half was tugged forward tightly against his husband. And then he found himself humming when those soft lips came down on his with a press that had his toes curling as he happily tightened his arms around the blonde who spun on his feet again then began to walk them both backwards. And quickly, very quickly, the blonde was sitting down on the edge of the bed and himself tugged into his lap.

He fucking loves it. Reaching up, he plucked his husband's bun apart allowing his hair to spill down his back over the back of his hand that he had resting on his upper back. Silky. Soft. He buried his left hand into the blonde's locks as he cupped the back of his head when those soft lips slid against his. A firm press that he returned without thinking twice about it as he let himself sink into the blonde's lap. His knees pressing into the bed with blonde hair slithering slickly through his fingers. Over the back of his hand.

He scratched idly at his husband's head as he twisted himself forward as he slid his right hand along the blonde upper back. Shifting when he then slid it up to brush over his shoulder that was softer than anything. His bicep. He knew his husband would ask him to lotion his back when they were done, and he'd happily do it for his husband. Anything to just touch him. Twisted into his arms, he curled into the blonde as he tightened his arms around his shoulders with lips moving slowly against his. Firmly.

Allowing him to admire the waxy layer spread over those soft lips that melted. Molding to shape and curve in that comfortable, perfect fit that always left him breathless. Always left him eager for a touch of the blonde's lips onto his. He could feel his own lips shaping themselves to fill in the gaps between them as lips slid slowly against his. Taking their time kissing him like they had all the time in the world. He was just glad that Eri and Hitoshi chose to be at the dorms today which gave them this time alone.

Time that he cherished and treasured above all else. He tightened his arms around the blonde who hummed with a sigh fanning out over his cheek that he couldn't stop himself from echoing. A sigh of his own as he melted in this man's arms as hands slid up and down his back beneath the fabric of his sweater. Hands cool but so, so soft from the lotion he'd been spreading over his chest and stomach. His waist. It had him eager for another touch of those soft hands sliding over his back. To have that softly freckled skin against his own.

He scratched at his husband's head again as he sighed out once more with his husband echoing him as hands slid down to his lower back where he was coaxed forward into his lap firmly. His left foot and prosthetic dangling off the bed as he was squished to the blonde's chest with hands sliding up his back beneath his sweater. Lips sliding against his with an adoration, a love, that he returned without a second thought as he found himself melting like putty into this man's hands. Melting long before they began.

God, he really hated it when the blonde took on the load of shoveling by himself. Took on tasks that the blonde didn't have too. Just because he had a prosthetic, just because he had one eye, it didn't mean that he didn't want to help. That he didn't want to do some of the work with him, but the blonde refused to let him step out of the house with his boots and coat. Refusing to move an inch from the doorway as he was blocked in earlier when the blonde had left earlier to shovel out their driveway and walkway.

But now he was soft, supple, with silky locks spilling over his hands with a warmth from his shower radiating off of him. He was in his arms, solid, and he felt so damn good in his arms. He felt damn good in his lap. Fitted together like a pair of puzzle pieces that had warped throughout the years to fit together snugly. Years giving them time to fit and curve into one another. To fit together properly after warping to one another. It had him humming out quietly with contentment as he moved his lips slowly against Hizashi's.

He poured his adoration into that kiss. There was nothing he loved more than showering his husband with that adoration that he deserved. In having it returned to him tenfold as lips pressed firmly to his when he pressed lightly on the back of Hizashi's head. Encouraging that harder touch to his as he curved to twist himself properly into his arms. His thighs squeezing together to press against his husband's sides. His waist slightly. His toes curled as he squirmed his left foot slightly with that restlessness.

That excitement clawing itself up into his chest leaving him breathless. Eager. He had been playing the scene in his mind over and over with different scenarios of their conversation being played out. He'd finally gotten the conversation he wanted, and he was ecstatic to find that his husband was more than willing to do this. That he didn't mind sacrificing his joggers for the sake of mere trying this together. It had his breaths trembling slightly on an exhale as he curled into his husband's hold with a quite hum.

Content.

Hands slid up and down his back which pushed his sweater up awkwardly as he moved his lips firmly against the blonde's. Soft. They were waxy from the Chapstick he'd put on after his shower but at least it wasn't the lip mask. He knew the blonde wouldn't consider kissing when he had a lip mask on. Either way, it left his husband's lips so damn soft against his own. It's what he loves the most about kissing this man silly. Even if his own lips were cracked or chapped, the blonde never hesitated to kiss him with those soft lips of his.

Lips that were so soft they could almost be silky, but he wouldn't dare call it that. Not completely. But it was nice. It was the touch of those soft, warm lips that always had him coming back for more. He could recall the many kisses he'd traded with Hizashi outside when those lips were cold. When he had snow sliding down his coat as he was pinned in the bank with lips coming down on his. The sweet, tender kisses that were being traded now. He could kiss Hizashi for hours and yet it would still feel like the very first time.

It would still leave him eager for another touch of the soft warmth of his lips on his. Always leave him eager. Giddy. He tightened his arms around the blonde's shoulders when he slid his right arm from around his shoulders to cup the side of his neck. Moving his thumb to caress his jaw idly as he fanned his fingers back to lightly touch the blonde's earlobe with its jewelry. Lightly sliding his finger to caress up as far as he could of his husband's ear without lifting his hand away from its position on his neck.

He hummed when his husband shuddered when he began to roll soothing circles into the blonde's jaw as lips slid against his. It had his husband sighing out again with breaths fanning evenly over his skin as the blonde slid his hands along his back. Fingers rolling to relax the tense muscles there. Kneading at his back to coax him into relaxing further as he contented himself with his knees digging into the bed slightly with a squirm. Moving his lips against the blonde's slowly which allowed him to admire their softness.

How plush they felt under his despite being thinner; he adores having those lips on him. He curled into his husband's arms as his lashes fluttered on his cheeks when he dropped his hand from its cupped position on his neck. Reaching down to touch the blonde's waist which had the blonde's hand sliding from beneath his sweater. Instead, lifting it up with fingers drifting over his scars beneath his eye. Then that arm curled around his shoulder with fingers twisting into his hair much to his delight where fingers tugged playfully at it.

Sliding his hand along the blonde's side had goosebumps raising on his soft skin with a shudder running over his husband. And he slid his hand up and down along his side absentmindedly; the same way he'd been caressing that jaw with his thumb. It had his husband squirming beneath him as he caressed his side with his hand pressing lightly on the back of his head. Coaxing for a firmer, harder touch of those soft lips to his own when he felt an identical press on the back of his head to which he happily complied.

The quiet whisper of their moving lips was deafening in the quiet of their bedroom save for the quiet howl of the window outside. The strike of ice at the window when icicles came crashing from the branches of trees or off the roof. It was strangely comforting as he soaked up the warmth of his husband. It had his heart skipping wildly against his chest in its sprinting speed as he pressed his lips firmly to Hizashi's. Moving his lips slowly against his as he tightened his left arm around his husband's shoulders.

The blonde pressed back with that same firmness causing that light smack to come intermittently to break up the brushing of their moving lips. He listened to the quiet brush of his palm moving over soft skin as he moved his lips against the blonde's giddily. Kissing him with that budding passion that had heat smoldering under his skin. Shuddering when it sank down along his bones leaving him warm, warm, warm. It had him pressing himself down firmly in the blonde's lap as the tingles racing down his back pooled into his stomach.

Feeding into the ache forming there. Twisting idly like a pressure in his lower abdomen when he felt his husband shifting beneath him in a squirm with a breath trembling as it fanned over his cheek when the slow speed of their kisses inched up slightly. Moving to something quicker that he happily followed along with as he scratched at the blonde's scalp when fingers tugged at his hair playfully. It had him shuddering at the tingles racing down his back when the blonde tugged at his hair again.

A sharper pull that had his back arching slightly with his chest pressing lightly to Hizashi's as a huff flew out of him when he shifted his weight in his husband's lap when he began to idly rock his hips down. Pressing firmly down in his husband's lap had the blonde groaning quietly at him with lips sliding against him with that budding passion. A desire to the way they slid against his that he returned in kind. That light smack ringing out as breaths fanned over his warming cheek as he tightened his hold on those silky blonde locks giddily.

Giving a tug of his own that had his husband shuddering when he began to idly drift his nails along the blonde's side. Scratching up and down lightly to get goosebumps raising over his soft skin. God, he'd looked unbelievably good. His chest with its softly hidden freckles under the curls of blonde hair covering his chest that he always adored covering in kisses when he could. The way those nipple piercings of his had winked at him. He could feel those nipples perking up with the light press of his chest to Hizashi's.

Which made it all the more exciting. He dragged his nails up his side lightly then smoothing his palm over the tracks he left behind had his husband squirming beneath his hand. Then he felt hips moving beneath him to rock in time with his own as the blonde squirmed. It had his toes curling tightly as he rocked himself down against the blonde who moved with him as that hand on his back slid down it to the small of it. A sweeping caress that had him arching with a shudder as fingers tugged sharply at his hair once more.

It then cupped the back of his head that pushed lightly. A touch that had him melting when he tightened his arm around his husband's shoulders as he rocked his hips down with lips sliding against his. That desire all that evident in the way those lips moved against his and he returned it without a second thought. God, how could he ever want someone other than Hizashi? It felt like an impossible thought. In all their idle talks on alternate lives where they ended up with others, he never said it out loud for how cliché it was.

The fact that no matter who he would have ended up with, there'd always be that "what if" when it came to Hizashi. It was inane to imagine a world where he didn't know Hizashi. A world where he was with a different man. The fact that, maybe, in some alternate universe maybe he was with a different man. But he was here and now, tucked away in the blonde's lap with hands holding him tenderly. Lips sliding against his with a passion and desire that had him melting in his lap as he rocked his hips down against Hizashi.

Soothing the ache clenching his lower half. Wrapping down to involve his crotch in it. It had his breath trembling slightly at the flash of heat running over the surface of his skin. Shuddering at the groan leaving his husband with hands holding onto him when he began to move his hips quicker. A tight side to side as he moved his lips against Hizashi's when he felt that hunger twisting into his chest. The desire for this moment, this chance, twisting and rearing its ugly head in him. It had him pressing his lips harder to Hizashi's who returned his press.

All while that hand rubbed at his lower back when the other tugged at his hair. Holding him close, close, close with hips arching up as thighs tensed beneath him. Hips rocking up against him as he clutched at that silky blonde hair that he wasn't sure who loved more; him or Hizashi. He didn't want to live in a world where he didn't know this desire. Where he didn't know this lust, he had. The hunger that he swore would never be the same with another. This heated desire would never be the same if it wasn't shared with his husband.

He rocked his hips down against Hizashi who did his best to move with him with thighs flexing beneath him slightly. Hips rocking up against him with lips crushing themselves harder to his own with that eagerness to the way they slid against his. He clawed at his husband's waist who let out a low groan at him when that hand in his hair tightened on him. The other slid up his back with nails dragging carelessly over his skin. Fingertips tracing idle shapes over his skin to merely tease him further anyway possible.

Heat flashed in a low smolder under his skin that ran along his bones as he twisted himself impossibly tight to the blonde as their chests pressed together properly. Hardened nipples pressing against his chest had his heart stumbling over its sprinting speed with hips moving together to rock quickly when his dick twitched curiously. His hand tightening in Hizashi's hair had the man whining at him then with such delight the emotion was unmistakable. He happily clawed his nails up his husband's side fiercely.

Causing his husband's breaths to hiss in then out when he smoothed his palm over the lines he left behind. Over the softness of his skin that he wanted against his more than anything. He broke away from the passionate kisses then with a smack as he tugged his hand from Hizashi's waist and his hair respectfully. The hand in his hair slid out when he reached down to grab the hem of his sweater. Flipping it up to reveal his stomach and chest quickly to the blonde who looked over him with that lustful heat.

That hunger to get him shivering when that gaze lifted up to his; pupils blown wide rendering the green of his irises to rings of color. Beautiful. That blush smothering itself over his cheeks that spread down to his collar bones was absolutely lovely. His blonde locks mussed from his hand before the view was cut off to his disappointment. Lost in the fabric when he lifted his sweater up over his head with a huff. Hair slipping through the neckline of his sweater in tendrils before he got it up then off to the floor.

Hands slid along his waist two twisted him close with hands then sliding up his sides as that desire flamed at him in the blonde's gaze. It had his breaths catching in his throat with his dick twitching again with interest as he flew forward with his hands flying to his husband's waist. Flying forward to crush his lips to Hizashi's fervently in slides that had the blonde groaning in approval as lips pressed hard to his own. A hand sliding into his hair once again with that slender arm curved around his shoulder.

And he happily slid his hands along his husband's sides causing the blonde to shudder with his chest arching forward to press firmly against his. And he couldn't get enough of those hard nipples rubbing over his chest as he shuddered with his own perking up. Tingling. It was an odd sensation but one he could always think around when he felt a hand sliding along his waist with fingers tugging at his hair playfully. Sharply. It had his dick twitching with excitement clawing itself into his chest when he rocked his hips down.

Using a firm press into his lap. To soothe that ache twisting itself into his lower half when his husband groaned at him again to which he couldn't help a groan of his own. Hips jumping to rock with his as his husband kissed him with such desire it truly robbed him of breath. Had him hissing in a gasp through his nose when he returned that hard press to the blonde's. That light smack ringing out to fill the quiet of trembling breaths and rustling pants rubbing together. A quiet sound to fill the quiet of the room around them.

His sweatpants were much snugger than the loose joggers his husband wore the blonde never complained about wearing them. If anything, it made the blonde appear sexier when he "wasn't trying" with his sweaters and joggers. When he looked comfy. There was something about it that had him absolutely enthralled by the blonde. Though that truly wasn't hard, now, was it? He rolled his hips down in circles that had the blonde squeezing at his hair causing it to tug at his scalp. Sending tingles racing down his back as a result.

It had his back arching slightly when he moved his lips against his husband's. He was so, so happy he had such an open-minded partner. A husband who was willing to make his fantasies a reality together. It had him shuddering as he twisted against his husband with his hips rolling tight circles downwards. Pressing himself shamelessly against the blonde when he swore, he felt his dick twitching beneath him. It had his stomach fluttering wildly over its sprinting beats at the thought when he clutched at the blonde's sides.

Dragging his nails idly upwards then smoothing his palms over the lines he left behind. It had his husband squirming beneath him with thighs flexing as hips rolled up against him in circles that had his toes curling tightly. His dick twitching in a volley when he pressed down against him hard, hard, hard with his lips sliding against his with that hunger making itself all too abundant. He wanted Hizashi closer, closer, closer even when he knew that there was no closer for them. It wasn't physically possible.

Dragging this man beneath his skin would never be close enough. They would never, ever be close enough but he was more than content with that. Squirming in his husband's arms, he moved his hips quickly in tight circles that had his husband whining at him deafeningly. It was a sudden burst of volume that had him flinching. Whining back at the man who clutched him close with a hand drifting over his back. Nails scratching lightly at him in idle shapes that had goosebumps raising over his skin when he shuddered.

Huffing out then inhaling quickly with a trembling hitch as he moved his lips against Hizashi with that hunger. That desire twisting to grab at his very bones with its intensity. How badly he'd been wanting this over the past week was insane. He'd felt half ready to bang his own head against the wall at his hesitation to bring up something so simple. Rolling his hips in circles down against the blonde had the man whining at him again with a note of encouragement to it with hips arching up beneath him.

Thighs flexing slightly with hips rolling up in circles against him as nails dragged down the center of his back coaxing it to arch. Fuck, his husband felt so soft against him. Supple from the lotion he'd been using minutes ago when he'd entered the room. It had him twisting close for another rub of that skin against his as he huffed through his nose. He squirmed eagerly with his thighs twitching as if to spread as he rolled his hips down tightly. His dick gave another volley of twitches when he clawed at his husband's waist.

A sharp, huffing exhale fanned over his cheek when he dragged his nails up Hizashi's side. Pressing down hard as he dared tearing a moan out of his husband as he reached the top of his soft sides. Rubbing his palms down over the lines he left behind. It had nails clawing at his shoulder blade tearing a moan out of himself when he then ground himself down against the blonde. Loving the moan, it got him from his husband anew with hands clutching at him. Doing their best to keep him pinned tightly to the blonde.

Not an inch to be spared in between. It had him shuddering as he ground himself down again which had hips jumping to grind against him. He could feel Hizashi's dick twitching beneath him; frantic much like his own dick. It had him huffing out at the excitement twisting sharply into him at the sensation when the hand in his hair tightened. Tugging sharply at him to which he happily arched his back. It had him moaning out in a burst of volume at the sparks it sent down his back when the hand on his back clawed down the center of it.

Over his lower back along his waist where it grabbed at him tightly with his thumb rolling circles into his hip when that hand pushed him back then forwards. And he happily caught on to what his husband wanted from him to which he slid his lips quickly against his husband with that hunger when he moved. Rubbing himself back and forth in his lap when the hand in his hair yanked sharply sending a spark down his back. God, he loves it but it was making its way out of it much to his disappointment.

But fuck, he didn't mind it when that hand dropped to his waist with thumbs rolling into hips. Squeezing at him fiercely sending tingles racing up to pool into his stomach that fed into the ache that was eating him up. His husband's lips slid against his fervently with that hungry desire the returned without hesitation as he clawed at his husband's sides. Moving himself back and forth, back and forth, in the man's lap as his dick twitched excitedly much like the one beneath him. A frantic, frenzied twitching when he squirmed.

And then he felt a wet drip soak into his boxers tearing a groan out of him when he rubbed himself down against the blonde. Soon, soon, soon he needed to get down. To straddle that long, long leg of his husband's and he'd get to go to town under that blazing gaze. It had him hot, hot, hot as his cheeks throbbing lightly with that uncomfortable heat as he crushed his lips to Hizashi's. Lifting his hands up from his sides to tug at blonde locks which tore a moan out of the blonde when he felt that familiar sensation of lips parting.

The brush across his lower lip then the playful flick to his top. Asking silently for entry. And any other time, any other day, he'd open his mouth with that silent answer of yes. But not today. Not this afternoon when he was so close to getting what he wanted from his husband. And so, he chose to break off their kisses again with a sharp smack. A whine in the back of his throat echoed by his husband when he took a shuddering breath as the blonde chased after him. Lips pecking at his once, twice, three times with that fourth nearly deepening.

He broke off the kiss when he tilted his face away with another trembling exhale. Lips fluttered across his jaw when he tipped his head back slightly as he pressed down firmly with that back and forth rub over the twitching dick beneath him. He yanked sharply at blonde locks which had the blonde whimpering at him when he swallowed a whimper of his own as he slid himself back and forth. Grinding down against the twitching dick he could feel beneath him as shaking breaths were taken by the both of them.

And he used his backwards slide to slip backwards with his knees sliding off the bed. Standing on his feet when his husband's hands traced his waist. Tugging at him instinctively when he shifted to plant his feet on either side of his husband's right leg. Those blazing eyes widened briefly as if remembering his request to which the blonde let go of his waist with nails grazing his skin. Watching him with that shared eagerness when he sank down onto his knees with the blonde's leg between both of his thighs.

He shuffled forward on his knees with the blonde stretching his leg outwards for him. Straight. He shuffled forward until that leg was comfortably wedged between his thighs to press up against his aching crotch. He rolled his hips in tight circles as he reached up to grab a fistful of his joggers and the blankets over the edge of the bed. A whine trapped in the back of his throat again at the hungry lust to that gaze as his husband's head tilted slightly. He was beautiful. God, his husband had to be the most beautiful man alive.

That deep red blush smothering itself over his cheeks obliterated the freckles he so adored as that blush spread to his collar bones. Highlighting that beautiful tattoo gracing his left collarbone of his name. The mussed appearance to his husband's previously neat hair. The way those green eyes burned down at him as that leg stretched out with his husband's thighs parting. Lips holding a faint swell from the hard kisses traded seconds ago. Nipples perked up with the light of his piercings catching the lighting from the bedroom.

Wild curls of blonde hair covering his chest covering the soft smattering of freckles over it. He let his gaze wander down to his chest to his stomach where his eyes narrowed in on that happy trail. The tease of it cutting off right as it thickened. His husband's left leg slid over the carpet to spread his thighs wide. Admiring the faint bulge of his husband's dick through the joggers. The twitches it gave under his gaze when the blonde smirked down at him with that hunger flashing in his gaze when the blonde's hand came down over himself.

Kneading in slow rubs that had his heart skipping in his chest when he slid his hips back then forward in a rub against his husband's leg. It had the blonde shuddering above him when he began to slid his hips back and forth against his leg. He tightened his hands on the fistfuls of fabric that he held in his hands. Using them to pull himself forward slightly as he slid his hips against his husband's shin giddily with his dick twitching excitedly. His gaze riveted to the sight of Hizashi palming at himself with such shamelessness.

It was enough to get his back arching as he moved his hips with slight rocks in between his rubs. Then that leg lifted slightly to press up just right against his aching crotch. And it was beautiful the sight above him. Riveted to the sight of his husband who caught onto his gaze with that desire blazing in those green eyes at him. Dark. Wide. His husband was gorgeous up above him. A sight that had his breaths racing when the blonde's free hand reached up to slid through his bangs then grip a fistful of his hair that tilted his head back.

God, it had him whimpering up at his husband as he rubbed himself shamelessly against the blonde's shin when a sharp yank had his back arching. His hips thrusting against the blonde's leg which had the blonde's lashes fluttering in a blink behind red frames. The light catching the lenses just right in a wink of light when he found his hips bucking again to thrust against his husband's leg. Shuddering at the pleasure it gave when he got another sharp yank on his hair that had him moaning out at his husband.

Grinding himself to his shin when his dick gave a volley of twitches against his shin when he rocked his hips in his slides against him. It had that blood gushing down from his damn head to his twitching dick leaving him dizzy. Woozy from the sudden rush but he happily ignored it as that leg kept up its press on his crotch. The blonde rubbing at himself in time with the drags of his hips against his shin that pressed so good up against him. It was just like that damned wet dream. Just like it but oh so much better.

And he was nearly gasping at the euphoria of recreating such a scene that had him coming long before he woke. It was a true fantasy come to life as he held onto his hand holds on to the blanket and his husband's joggers. It might be disgusting but he didn't want to take himself out. Not yet. He wasn't sure what he wanted yet but there'd be time to think. Time to decide. Instead, he wanted to keep himself tucked away; he could always shower afterwards and toss his clothing into the wash before it could dry.

Was it disgusting? Perhaps. But he felt far too eager to think of stopping as he kept up his rocking slide against his husband's leg who stared down at him with awe. With hunger. It had his stomach fluttering as he rubbed himself up against the blonde's shin. A tight back and forth rub that had the blonde groaning down at him as he arched up slightly onto his knees to keep himself balanced. He rubbed himself shamelessly against his husband's leg with hands trembling lightly on his holds. He was hot, hot, hot.

His dick twitching with the blood flow that had it hardening as he rubbed himself against his husband who groaned at him again. His hand moving in unison with his hips; it was strangely mesmerizing. Watching his husband palm at himself so shamelessly in time with his hips that had him awed. Riveted to the blonde when he pressed down to thrust against his shin which had it squirming between his thighs. He could feel that foot pressing awkwardly against his ass which arched up to press against him.

As if to tug him forward as he rubbed himself against the blonde with shaking breaths racing slowly but gradually. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. Taking his time dragging himself against the blonde who palmed at himself when he licked at his lips quickly before biting down on his lip. Digging his teeth into the sensitive thing when he watched the blonde's brows squeezing together. Slow. Firm rubs over the bulge he could see growing beneath the blonde's hand. Working himself to an erection.

The hunger to that gaze sending shivers down his back as he slid his hips back and forth, back and forth to drag himself against his husband's shin. Dripping, dripping, dripping into his boxers shamelessly as his hardening erection twitched with the sharp twist of excitement. Filling out as it strained against his boxers when the blonde let out a breathless sound; unintelligible to him as he slid himself back and forth. Squeezing his thighs together to keep that leg wedged up between his leg just right.

Just the right pressure he needs. It made dragging his hips back and forth all the damn better. He rocked his hips slightly with his slides with a lazy shake that had the blonde staring down at him with a look of riveted awe as he palmed at himself slowly with slides over himself that had his breath catching. Hizashi was beautiful up above him; it was far, far better than the dream he'd had early in the morning at the start of his week. What did he look like to Hizashi? Did he look desperate? Did he truly look eager? Depraved?

What was the blonde's point of view on the situation that had him looking down at him like that? He wants nothing more than to know but it was hard to focus on words when he was focusing instead on the pleasure pooling into his stomach. The heat that flared in that green gaze when he dared to give those lazy shakes of his hips in between his slides up. It had his pounding heart jumping in his chest, his breaths trembling, when he happily rocked his hips in his slides up and down, up and down, up and down.

Back and forth. The quiet drag of his sweatpants against the blonde's joggers was painfully loud in the quiet of the room as he clung to his pant leg. To the comforter. He pulled himself up subtly to aid in his slides upwards as his breaths raced in trembling hitches with his eye riveted to the blonde's rubbing hand. Slow. Firm. He couldn't help but admire the way fingers curled inwards to no doubt squeeze at himself in between his rubs. Pressing down to give himself a pressure himself that no doubt was needed now that he wasn't in his lap.

That he wasn't giving it to him. And God knows his mouth was watering at how effortlessly the bulge of Hizashi's growing erection strained against the loose fabric of his joggers. Against his boxers. It had his heart beat throbbing quietly in his ears as his heart raced against his chest sickeningly fast. His erection twitched with wet drops of pre-come soaking into his boxers as he slid his hips in that slow, even pace. His hips moving in that shake to get his husband hissing in a breath as that gaze burned at him.

He'd been imagining it all week from his perspective what this was going to do for him that he hadn't stopped to think of Hizashi's point of view. A few vulgar words were nothing to the real thing and Hizashi was staring at him with such hunger. Such desire as his foot arched up to press lightly into his ass as that leg wriggled between his thighs which he tightened around it. Squeezing together as he tightened his hold on the comforter and the pant leg he held in his hand. Holding onto them tightly to stay anchored.

He groaned lowly in his throat at the thought of what this sight had to be doing for his husband. What it had to look like from up above and it was a new angle that had his blood burning through his veins as his erection twitched. Pre-come soaking into his boxers, he rocked his hips up against his husband's knee when he slid himself up far enough. And fuck him, it felt good. So good, so good, so good. He arched up on his own knees to just barely nudge the bulge of his erection just below Hizashi's knee.

A rub that had the blonde moaning down at him as he worked his hand from his hair with a yank. It had him whimpering at the lack of that taut pull, but the blonde scratched at his head gently in response before leaning back onto that hand. Palming at himself with slow rubs with knuckles going a light white when he squeezed at himself. It had him groaning at the thought of the blonde's tight squeeze as he rubbed at the bulge of his erection. What he'd give to be trapped on his lap but later, later, later he'd have the chance to do so.

Another time. Another day. He began to rock his hips quicker against the blonde's shin when he slid his hips faster with rubs that had the blonde's racing breaths hitching much like his own. Trembling down his throat when they began to crest into that light panting speed with his lips parting. His mouth dropping open slightly as he stared up at the blonde who was watching his movements. Gawking at him shamelessly like he's always wanted with a greedy hunger that had his skin ripping with a flash of heat.

A wave so intense it had him gasping in a sharp breath as he tugged lightly at Hizashi's pantleg with a whimper. His knees digging into the floor were slightly unpleasant and he'd wished he'd asked for a pillow but there was no changing it now. He knew if he said something Hizashi would get him a pillow. But that meant stopping and he didn't want to stop. He couldn't stop when he just started. He loved that heated gaze pointed down at him as that hand continued to move in rhythm with his rocking hips.

He wanted to move with reckless abandon; he wanted to rut, grind, and rub but not yet. Almost, almost, almost. He wanted to build up to it just a bit as he forced himself to keep the drags of his hips even. A casual speed that had his husband's hand moving along with when the blonde's head fell to the side slightly with mussed blonde locks falling to sway against his back. The blonde's lips parting slightly as his mouth dropped open with racing breaths being taken. That heat was eating away at him.

Burning him up. His cheeks throbbed lightly from the force of the blush burning there; the tips of his ears stinging. His chest warm. And God, if it didn't have his erection twitching as he rubbed himself against the blonde's legs. Whether he said it out loud or not, he really did adore his husband's legs. He always had. They were stunning. w He couldn't deny he'd gotten off in the past when the blonde wore a pair of tight pants that emphasized those long legs. The materials that always gave definition to his flat ass.

It's why he adores his leather pants so damn much. He tightened his hands on his fistfuls when he whined before shifting up to bury his face just above the blonde's knee. Peeking up at him with his left eye as his hair fell against his cheek. Brushing over his neck as he slid his hips quicker back and forth. Giving a curious grind forward that had the blonde moaning down at him encouragingly as that leg lifted up further to keep that firm press against his crotch. Rubbing up against him slightly much to his delight.

And God, it had shivers racing down his back when he bucked against it before grinding himself against the blonde's shin. Whining up at the man pleadingly, as he rubbed his cheek against his spot when the blonde whimpered back. Watching that hand tightening on himself with knuckles growing white. And then the blonde pushed off the hand he leaned against to straighten up with hands going to the waistband of his joggers. It had his breaths catching in his throat with his hips moving faster with that spark of eagerness.

Grinding himself in slides against the blonde who tugged the waistband down. His hand disappearing beneath it into his boxers. And fuck him, it was exciting. Unfairly, unbelievably exciting when the blonde pulled his erection out. He swore his mouth never watered faster than at the sight of that erection curving up in the blonde's hand with a twitch in his grasp. A droplet of pre-come welling along the slit as the piercings running along the underside caught the light in playful winks at him. God, it always looked larger at this angle.

It had him moaning into the blonde's knee as he rutted against his shin in bucking thrusts as he ground himself hard, hard, hard to his leg. Loving that pressure against him; pressing u against his taint and balls just enough to get him moaning up at the blonde. A pressure that increased as his moan trembled when he rubbed himself against his shin. He couldn't say that he always wanted to do this. He can't say this was some old, long forgotten fantasy that he'd had but rather a much more recent one.

A fresher one with life breathed into it rather than waiting years for it. However, it still felt so damn good to have that itch scratched as he rutted against his husband's shin. In watching that hand slide up as that drop of pre-come dribbled down with another taking its place along the slit. Watching the lazy stroke his husband gave himself when he leaned back onto that had was breathtaking. It had him grinding in tight circles with another thrust when he closed his mouth to drag his teeth over his lip.

Digging his teeth into his lip when the blonde groaned up above him when another lazy stroke was given as he rolled his hips in tight circles. Grinding against him before giving a thrust against his husband's leg as he dragged his hips against his leg. Rutting against it shamelessly with his thighs tightening around that leg that pressed up again. That pressure reaffirming itself against his taint and balls which had shivers racing up his back. Had his breaths catching in his throat when his hips bucked in sharp thrusts against his shin.

This had the blonde moaning down at him. It had a moan of his own spilling out of him as he clutched at his joggers desperately with his left hand. The blankets with his right. Clutching fervently at his holds to keep himself grounded when he thrusted against his husband's shin again, again, again. Bucking thrusts that had him rubbing so fucking good against him. While he wanted to say it was complete bliss, his husband's leg wasn't a pillow. It didn't give and it certainly wasn't soft. It was an interesting sensation.

He was rutting up against that shin with the bone beneath digging into him albeit pleasantly. It wasn't the most comfortable thing in the world, but he didn't mind it at all. Not when he felt that foot pushing on his ass awkwardly to coax him into thrusting against his shin. And he giddily gave in; he rutted against his husband's shin as his back arched slightly with his erection throbbing lightly in tis trapped position. Twitching with drops of pre-come soaking into his boxers making a wet mess that clung onto him.

Shuddering, he ground himself against the blonde's shin. Rubbing back and forth, back and forth, back and forth with drags that had his husband groaning up above him. Stroking himself in time with his quick thrusts against his shin as he renewed his upwards arch on his knees when he turned his face into his husband's thigh. Huffing into the fabric of his joggers as he rutted against his shin with rubs that had shocks of pleasure racing up his back. Had his thighs squirming together around that slender leg restlessly.

He thrusted again, again, again with solid hits that felt damn good. Had him damn near drooling in the pocket he made as he hid his hot face away with the strange prick of embarrassment. The self-awareness making itself known just enough for him to be all too aware of his actions. That he was sitting on the floor that dug into his left knee and the stump of his right thigh as he humped his husband's leg like a damn dog. A dog in heat, as Hizashi said. No better than some animal rutting against an object for relief.

It had him whimpering to himself as he tried to chase away that strange embarrassment. Ignoring it in favor of the heat raking beneath the surface of his skin while he slid his hips with that firm press down to send sparks racing up his back. Pleasure pooling into his stomach as his erection throbbed insistently for more, more, more. He rubbed himself against the blonde's shin giddily while the man moaned breathlessly up above him. The quiet brush of his palm over skin ringing out when he peaked up with his good eye.

From under his lashes and through his hair, his teeth picking at his lip at the sight of the blonde timing his strokes in time with his rutting hips. His rubs. It had shivers racing down his back as he slid his hips quick, quick, quick only to watch that had moving in time with his movements. It had him groaning into his husband's thigh as he panted shakily with his hips working quickly. His back arching slightly again with his hands clutching at the loose fabric of his joggers when he swallowed down another whimper.

He hadn't want to mere minutes ago but God, how good would it be to rub himself against the material of his husband's joggers? The blonde had said he could clean himself off, but he didn't want to make that type of mess on his freshly showered husband. God, he smelled good. The scent of that citrus lingering over him. He was close enough to smell his body wash. It was intoxicating. It was amazing. It had his head spinning when he then buried his face into his husband's thigh again as his hips moved.

The scent of the fabric softener clinging weakly to it as he huffed into his pocket with his hips moving quickly in rubs. Thrusting shallowly against his husband's shin that arched up with his foot pressing against his ass. The pressure on his crotch was damn good. His face burned when he felt the blonde shifting above him. A hand slid through his hair then jerked his head back tearing a cry out of him at the sparks of heat it sent sizzling down his back. And he found those green eyes on him as the hand buried in his hair.

And then it yanked much to his delight. Gasping at the pleasure it sent pooling into his stomach as his hips jumped in frantic thrusts against his husband's shin. Desperate. The silent order was all too clear; look at him. Keep his face tilted up. No hiding it away, no matter how embarrassed it made him. His hips snapped back and forth, back and forth, back and forth to thrust against the blonde's leg as he admired that face. The way those wild locks spilled down his husband's back. The blush seemed to have deepened in its rich red.

It was beautiful. Hizashi stared down at him with that hunger, that lust, to get his blood burning through his veins. His own hunger ripping up to the surface as he jerked his hips desperately to thrust against him. Rub himself in snapping back and forth hits that had the blonde moaning down at him encouragingly. He watched that hand moving quickly in time with his movements. It was a tandem effect that had him giddy with his hips jumping in frantic slides. Thrusts. Knowing his speed would be reflected in his husband's stroking hand.

Pre-come dribbling from the slit had his mouth watering as the hand in his hair tightened with his hips sliding frantically. His erection throbbing with that pleasure pooling into his stomach as he panted raggedly with that eager spark twisting into him. Wanting, wanting, wanting. Needing, needing, needing. He rutted against the blonde's shin with that leg wiggling slightly which had his thighs clamping down tightly around it. Holding it still as it rubbed up against him awkwardly to get him moaning up at his husband delightedly.

A keening sound that trembled up in volume unevenly when he thrusted against his leg. Slides that snapped back and forth with the blonde holding onto his hair as that hand moved fast, fast, fast over his erection to which he happily matched his hips to that speed. He was drowning in that heat. He felt a strange sense of degradation to the act. In humping his husband's leg so shamelessly while that hand in his hair kept his face from hiding away. It was mortifying. It was shameful. And he fucking loves it.

He loves, loves, love that sense to it that somehow, someway, he was being degraded. He was degrading himself. It was a rush he hadn't expected when he'd asked for this. It was a rush that had him gasping in his breaths with his hips working to slam forward in hard thrusts, sliding, with his husband moaning down at him. The blonde didn't need to say a damn thing to him to degrade him further. Not when he'd done it to himself. He could see that. It had him rutting desperately against his husband's shin.

Rocking himself on his knees slightly with his toes curling tightly as he slid himself against his husband's leg that trembled slightly. Holding itself straight for him. It had him all too giddy as he rubbed himself down against the blonde with his thighs squirming as he swallowed the pooling saliva in his mouth. Anything to keep from drooling openly. He slid his hips quickly back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. Snapping them as pre-come soaked into his boxers from the shameless dripping and dribbling leaving him.

It was yet another layer that merely had him gasping as he snapped his hips back forth when he shouted when the fingers in his hair yanked again. His back arching much like his husband's when his shout crested upwards in volume at that harsh squeeze that had his hips bucking wildly in thrusts with his pants scraping down his throat. Oh, oh, he couldn't get enough of it. He yanked instinctively at the fabrics he held in his hair with his shout trembling off on a gasp as he thrusted fast, fast, fast against that shin.

It rubbed up against him delightfully with that pressure pushing up on his balls had his lashes fluttering. Threatening to roll back on him at the pleasure that was pooling, pooling, pooling into his stomach like a low building pressure. Leaving it feeling heavy. Hot, hot, hot. He was so fucking hot over such a damn thing, but he loves it. God, he could do this again. He could happily do this again if the blonde would let him. It had him a keening, needy moan flying out of him as he rutted against that leg with an enthusiasm.

Something that he saw mirrored in his husband's hand. It had him gasping when he yanked at his holds again eagerly with his hips snapping back and forth. Thrusting against the blonde with the blonde stroking himself fast, fast, fast. Watching with awe as that hand twisted and curved up near the head. Purposeful brushes of his palm and fingers over piercings to tug at the surrounding skin. An action that had his husband moaning at him with increasing volume that trembled. Bouncing through octaves deafeningly that had him wincing.

that hand flew over himself fast as his hips dared to move to which he happily snapped them back and forth. Trying to go faster, faster, faster with that hand moving in a blur with jewelry winking at him slickly with the blonde moaning at him with that hand tightening in his hair tearing a moan out of him. Needy. Pleading. Desperate. It was hard to name the pitch but God if it didn't have his husband shuddering as he snapped his hips against his husband. God, it was hotter than that damn wet dream led him to believe it'd be.

So much hotter than he expected it to be! It had him whimpering, whining, moaning up at his husband who whined and whimpered back at him. Fuck him, he hoped his husband would let him do this again. He wants to do it again, again, again. It was amazing. He panted raggedly as his erection throbbed in its trapped position in his boxers when he swallowed. Did he want to make a mess over the blonde? If he took himself out, then it'd spare him the mess of wet clothing and a sticky mess to deal with afterwards.

However, it would also mean his husband would need to change and possibly clean his leg off. He huffed when he forced his trembling hands to let go of their holds to reach down instead as his hips came to a stop. The blonde's hand also stopped down near the base where it squeezed. That heated, blazing gaze watching to see what he would do next. He knew that he could keep his pants on. That it didn't matter how soaked they were from the pre-come but he curled his fingers into the waistband of his clothing.

Clutching at them fiercely when his husband hissed in a breath. He shoved his pants and boxers down to his upper thighs, his erection springing up comedically. He then angled his hips forward to grind the leaking head of his erection into his husband's shin. Soaking into the light gray fabric turning it dark with the blonde moaning down at him enthusiastically. And he e leaned forward again to grab at the loose fabric of his joggers. Grinding the head into him with playful rolls of his hips when he then reached up.

Grabbing at the edge of the bed where he clawed a fistful of the comforter into his hand. Holding on. And then he began to drag his hips back and forth again in lazy thrusts that had his husband moaning with him when he shuddered at the drag of the pantleg beneath him. The joggers were thinner than the thick material of his sweatpants but it felt so fucking good. A friction to it that he'd lacked in his boxers that had him moaning delightedly at his husband as that leg pressed up against his taint and balls again.

Giving a rub that made his lashes flutter. His eyes threatening to roll up when fingers yanked sharply at his hair forcing his torso to lean forward with his hips dragging back and forth. It was so good, so good, so good. The drag of his erection over the fabric of his joggers as drops of pre-come soaked into the fabric. Even the drag of his balls over the fabric had his stomach fluttering with pooling pleasure as his brows twitched together before squeezing. His mouth falling open slightly with his eyes threatening to flutter shut.

He dragged his hips back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. Faster. Inching his way up in speed as he rutted against his husband's shin with the blonde moaning when he began to stroke himself. God, he'd never wanted something in his mouth more than he wanted Hizashi. He wants this man to fuck his mouth and throat so damn good that it left him hoarse. Left him husky. He wants to feel those piercings of his rubbing over his tongue. Wants to feel them rubbing against his throat as his erection slid down it to clog it up.

For his erection to cut his air off slightly. For it to weigh and pin his tongue down. It had him moving his hips quicker with rasping pants being taken as he clutched at his holds. His heart hammered against his chest, the beats throbbing quietly in his ears as he slid his hips quickly against the fabric that was growing wetter beneath him. That leg moving to rub up against his taint and balls giving him an additional pleasure that had his hips snapping back and forth with his eyes locked onto his husband's hand.

How it twisted and curved. How it brushed over those shining, glistening piercings of his that they both adored. It had him squirming, twisting, writhing in between his thrusts against his shin when he felt a slow drop roll down his chin. Fuck, fuck! He snapped his mouth shut to swallow the pooling saliva but that drop rolled down his chin. Much too late now. His husband let out a mewling moan up above him as that hand flew over his erection fast, fast, fast. Clearly doing his best to keep in time with his moving hips.

His mouth fell open again with a huff when he tore his gaze away from the blonde's stroking up to that flushed face. Blonde lashes trembling in that half raised position as glasses slipped down his nose. That deep red blush smothering itself over his cheeks with thin wisps of hair clinging to his cheeks and forehead in a clammy sheen he could feel forming on his own face. His own forehead. Gasping. Choking. It had him rutting desperately when he noted how his husband's chest heaved with his pants.

The way it arched forward slightly with the light catching in slight winks as it reflected off of those studs. Fuck. He rolled his hips down to press himself firmly to the blonde as his erection throbbed frantically. Twitching in volleys while he rubbed it down against the wet material of his husband's joggers. Desperate. He was riding this man's leg like his damn life depended on it. As if he had no choice but to do it as he snapped his hips back and forth giddily with that rub getting his toes curling. Ohhhh, he fucking loves it.

It's so much better rubbing against the fabric of his husband's pants as the man stroked himself fast. Moving in tandem with him. God, could he ask for a better husband? A man who would offer himself up to be used like this? To feel good with him like this? He had not a clue if this could be his husband's thing, but God knows it was his. The embarrassed degradation to it was fucking amazing. He couldn't get enough of that stinging emotion in his chest. How it made his throat feel strangely tight when Hizashi gasped.

"Do-Do you know how fucking hot this is? Do you know how fu-fffucking good you look? God, Shouta, I-I don't know if I need to say anything, do I? Do you know wh-what a desperate thing you are? Do you kn-know how you look fucking my leg li-like a dog? Humping it like th-that? Mmm! Fuck! God, baby, you're to-too fucking sexy for you own good! Nnn! God, you sexy fu-fucking thing! You like doing this that much? You li-like humping my leg like the de-desperate slut you are? Like fuckin' my leg?"

"Yesss! Yes, yes, Zashi! Ah! Mmmm! Ah, ah! Fe-Feels fucking good! I-I want you bad! So bad! I- Nnn! Ah, ah! God, an-angle it up mo- Like that! Nnghnn, like that! God, Za-Zashi, I can't get 'nough of you! I wan-want to do this again! Ah! Will you let me? Please? Fuck! You lo-look so pretty! So fu-ffffucking hot! Ah! Sexy! Beautiful! Fu-Fucking stunning! Ohhh, I fu-fuckin' love you! love these long fuckin' legs of yours! Nnnn! Oh, oh! I cou-could fuck it all night long! Mmm!"

"Oh, yo-you can do it all night, huh? The-Then does that mean my pretty boy doesn't de-deserve more from me?" He twitched as his hips stuttered when the blonde smirked down at him then yanked at his hair sharply with that hand sliding in sleek strokes that damn near tore his gaze away when the blonde licked his lips. "Yo-You said it yourself! You could do it all night? Well, the-then, if you want I'll le-let you hump my leg all night! Let you fuck my thighs! But you don't get Daddy's cock if that's the case!"

Ah. Ah, it sent shivers down his back when he damn near mewled up at his husband with his hips snapping forward in bucks. Eager. It had his skin ripping with heat when the blonde tilted his head as he gathered his huffing breaths to speak. To choke out his denial. No, no, it's not what he wanted but God it was fucking good. "N-No! I don't- Nnn! I wa-want your cock! Want yo-you to fuck me! Please? Please, fuck me to-tonight? Please? I'll do any-anything! Please, fuck me? Fuck me, Zashi? Please, Daddy?"

It was mesmerizing watching that hair swaying against his husband's back when his head tilted at him with heat blazing in that gaze when his head was jerked back with the blonde humming down at him. God, it had his back arching as his hips bucked in a frenzy of frantic thrusts against the fabric of his joggers. It was perfect, perfect, perfect what his husband was doing. "You want it that bad? Whi-Which do you want then? Daddy's cock? Or do you wa-want to hump his legs like the horny fu-fucking thing you are?"

"Please! Please, I can't-!" He gasped his words with his hips bucking desperately as his erection throbbed frantically with each drag. Snapping his hips back and forth when that leg raised up to push on his balls, his taint, sending sparks racing up his back. His fingers stretched out to claw at the fabric he held in his shaking hands. It was hot, hot, hot. He was so fucking hot . "I-I want it bad! I wa-want you to fuck me in the shower! Fu-Fuck me into the floor! I want you to-to touch me! Please? Please, touch me?"

"You want m-mmme to fuck you then? You wanna cum for me?" He jerked his head in frantic, eager nods as he whimpered up at his husband needily. Desperately. His hips moving fast, fast, fast as they could with the wet drag of that fabric sending flutters to his stomach. The blonde jerked his hold on his hair sending sparks racing down his back as he gasped when he met that blazing gaze. "Then let's get off to-together, yeah? You wa-wanna cum on Daddy's leg? Show him ho-how much you love his long legs?"

God, fuck him, he couldn't breathe without fanning that heat beneath his skin. He jerked his hips frantically with a mewl as he nodded when the blonde hummed at him. He couldn't use his air for words a second longer as he instead focused on moving his hips faster. Dragging himself shamelessly against the wet fabric beneath him with the blonde rubbing his leg up against him. It had his lashes fluttering when he finally let his eyes shut with huffing pants being taken by himself and Hizashi to fill the quiet.

It had him shuddering with his back arching slightly while his hips snapped back and forth. Moving fast, fast, fast with the blonde no doubt stroking himself in time with his moving hips. He wanted to get the both of them off. He wanted to get Hizashi off even if it was something as simple as that hand following his hips. Following the speed set by him. Just like when they were fucking; the blonde may toy with him with those words of his but he knew Hizashi was following his lead. That he was waiting to see what he'd do.

His husband may be a top, but he respected his status as a power bottom. He respected the needs and wants of him just as he respected Hizashi's needs and wants. Even if it was something as small as calling him Daddy. The blonde was following along with him as displayed by that stroking hand. It was fucking hot. God, it had him moaning shamelessly with his mouth dropping open. A rasping sound leaving him with his hips working quickly when he shuddered at the wet fabric beneath him. Dripping, dripping, dripping.

Fuck, the hand in his hair kept up a taut pull that had his back arching. Had sparks of heat ripping down it when he clawed at his holds again with a moan leaving his husband. How simplistic this was . This pleasure. He wanted nothing more than to do it again, again, again. He hopes Hizashi will take him up on this the next time he asks for it. He squirmed with his thighs wriggling together as his erection throbbed frantically with each wet drag over the pants beneath him. Over the firm pressure of his husband's leg pressing up against him.

Fuck him, it was so fucking good. No wet dream nor fantasy could ever live up to the reality of this moment. Of this scene of theirs. It had him panting raggedly with his hips jerking desperately when the hand in his hair scratched at him sending tingles down his back. There was nothing he loved more than this. He wished he could pause this scene and live in it forever. He snapped his hips back and forth as he clutched at the holds of fabric in his palms. His hands trembling from the tight hold he had on them.

He slid his hips back and forth, back and forth. Needing, needing, needing to get there. Wanting. It had him breathless as he huffed desperately with his husband taking huffing pants above him. He forced his eyes open where they fell on that stroking hand; pre-come dribbling over the backs of his husband's fingers and beneath. Smearing over the skin in a glistening sheen only to drip over his fingers when his hand didn't move fast enough. Shuddering, he snapped his hips fast, fast, fast with his husband's hand moving in unison.

It was fucking exciting. Humping this man's leg like his damn life depended on it while watching Hizashi jerk himself off was hot. Hotter than he thought but God, if he didn't find himself riveted to that moving hand. Jerking his hips back and forth, back and forth, back and forth with his hands tugging at his holds. Whimpering up at his husband with that urgency, that eagerness, when fingers tightened on his hair sending shivers racing down his back. Moving in a frenzied, frantic manner as he thrusted giddily.

Eagerly. He could feel the flutters of an orgasm in his lower stomach pulling together to create a spark. A flickering heat that had him gasping as he dragged his hips against his husband's leg. Loving the way that Hizashi looked at him; like he was something he wanted to eat up. Like he was something he wanted to devour and leave not a bit behind. To be looked at with such desire, such fucking hunger, had him gasping. He loves it. He loves, loves, loves this man who always worked with him to make his fantasies come to life.

Who always seemed happy to see what he had in mind when it came to sex. He sat up higher on his knees with his mouth hanging open slightly as he rutted against the blonde's leg who stared at him with that hungry look to him. That smirk wavering on his lips as eyes squinted before fluttering shut when his husband moaned out. Letting his head fall back for the first time as that hand stroked fast, fast, fast. Curving over the dripping head to roll his palm over it. He was absolutely stunning; a sight he couldn't get enough of.

He felt that ravenous insatiability rearing its ugly head as he watched the blonde palm at the head of his erection before sliding down towards the base. Fingers sliding over the shimmering jewelry thanks to that pre-come. It had riveted him as he panted raggedly with his head spinning weakly when he charged forward. Hips slamming forward with sleek slides over the wet patch he was leaving behind on his husband's joggers. He clutched at his holds desperately when that fluttering tightened into a spark.

It had him moving his hips faster, faster, faster with that shameless rutting as he chased after that spark. Chased after the pleasure that was pooling into his stomach from the hand holding onto his hair. Keeping him in place. He huffed desperately when he marveled over the blonde's length of throat. Over his chest that heaved with rasping pants with his stomach that flexed slightly. Hips jumping to thrust into his own hand as that erection twitched in his grasp in a volley. He can only imagine how it had to be throbbing.

Was it like his own? Was he throbbing, throbbing, throbbing with that maddening intensity? Was he choking on his pleasure? Was he drowning under it like he was? He was getting off so fucking hard on this it was ridiculous. Hilarious. But he was chasing after that spark as he tried to ignore the self-awareness that tried to shame him mentally for humping his husband's leg like this. For acting no better than an animal in heat each time he rutted against his husband's leg. Watched that hand fly over his erection.

He moaned out at the thought as embarrassment stung in his chest, but he choked it down for there was no need for it. Not now. Not when he was already doing it. He thrusted fast, fast, fast with that hand following his speed when he hunted down that spark twisting tighter into his lower stomach. It had his pants shuddering in anticipation when the blonde's head raised up with his mouth hanging open. Sweat glistening in a light layer over his forehead with hair clinging to it and his cheeks in wisps.

And he felt a bead of sweat roll down the side of his face. Felt a drip down his chin. Saliva? Or sweat? He had not a clue when blonde lashes were lifting up with that gaze blazing down at him. And fuck, if he didn't want to know what it was that had his husband moaning like that down at him. He wanted to see but he knew it was impossible. He merely chased after that spark as he began to claw himself up that mountain internally with a sense of eagerness. Huffing as he bucked his hips giddily when the blonde moaned out at him.

A trembling, keening sound that had him whimpering when the blonde slid his hand up. Grinding the pads of his fingers into the head of his erection with drops of pre-come rolling down the underside. A slick mess that had him squirming when the blonde then huffed as he held his slick fingers out towards him. And he opened his mouth up without a second thought and accepted those fingers that slid into his mouth over his tongue. Bringing with it the bitter taste of pre-come that had him lapping at his fingers eagerly.

Suckling at them fervently as he wedged his tongue between those fingers. Coaxing them to spread as they curled down to rub over his tongue. He suckled at them until that taste had faded from them when the blonde pulled his fingers back. Slipping out of his mouth with strands of saliva clinging between them and his tongue that fluttered off. Saliva dripping lazily off the blonde's fingers as he swallowed with that faint trace of pre-come lingering on his tongue. He whimpered when the blonde wrapped his fingers around his erection again.

And the blonde began to stroke himself at a blinding speed that matched the movements of his hips. Fuck him, it was hot, hot, hot. He felt a bead of sweat slither down along the side of his nose. Close, close, close. He was getting close as he thrusted quickly against his husband's leg with the wet drag of the fabric sending shivers up his back. It had him gasping as he clutched as his holds as he rocked slightly on his knees to aid those thrusts. The hand in his hair keeping it away from his sweaty face, thankfully.

Those green eyes burned down at him. Pupils blown wide, it made that bright green appear darker. Eyes wider. It had him eager, eager, eager to get there. And he rutted against his husband with that knot tightening in his stomach with his hands trembling. He was so close. It felt downright painful how he clawed up that mountain to his precipice as he teetered on the edge with his husband up above him groaning. The hand in his hair tugging his hair back in a sharp pull that had pain bursting over his scalp.

Zipping down his back only for that heat to rake under his skin in a burst. It had him crying out as his erection throbbed frantically when he snapped his hips back and forth eagerly. Then another hard pull was given. Forcing his head to snap back, bearing his throat up to the blonde, and it had him falling. Done, done, done. He was done. Tripping over that edge as he wailed out with his eyes rolling back on him with lashes coming down to his cheeks. Squeezing his eyes shut as his thighs trembled before stiffening.

The tingling wave rushing up them as his stomach flexed. Wailing louder, louder, louder as his orgasm exploded into his stomach leaving him breathless. Fingers stretching out only to claw at the blanket. The fabric covering his husband's thigh. His back arched with hips jumping frantically with each pulse of his erection bringing a spurt with it as he trembled. Stiffening. Good, good, good. Ohhhhh, it was so fucking good! He could hardly breathe through that wave slamming over him with it's intensity.

Choking him when his husband moaned deafeningly up above him. Rattling. Picture frames, lampshades, and god knows what else. The blonde cut it off quickly when his head was tugged back further at a taut position when he felt the first spurt of come landing on his throat. It had him shuddering when a spurt managed to splatter up onto his jaw slightly. It was so fucking hot. Hizashi's moan cut off in his throat with that leg trembling between his shaking thighs. Hot, hot, hot. He was choking, choking, choking.

Drowning, drowning, drowning under his orgasm. It was so hot but God if it didn't feel fucking good. If he wasn't gasping for air with each throbbing pulse of his erection that brought with it spurt after spurt. Never-ending. This heat was never-ending. And yet he knew it couldn't last forever. He rocked his hips shallowly against his husband's shin as he rode out those waves that lapped relentlessly at him. His throat warm from the hot spurts landing onto it when his orgasm raked it's claws on its way out of him.

Slowly. Maddeningly. He whimpered when he thrusted his hips weakly to aid in the final spurt leaving him. Shaking, shaking, shaking. Drowning, drowning, drowning. He was euphoric. Perfect. His orgasm twisted when it ebbed out of him leaving him weak as he let out a shuddering breath as his hips dropped down. Sitting back awkwardly onto the heel of his left foot and his prosthetic as his husband was held back. A view of the ceiling above him all he got when the fingers in his hair lessened their hold on him.

Working their way out of his hair gently. The foot beneath him wiggled before slipping free with Hizashi standing up quickly. Rushing around the foot of the bed as he let his head fall to the side while keeping his hair away from his throat. It had him shuddering at the splatters over it so that he could feel cooling on his skin. Rolling down his throat towards his collar bones as the blonde tugged the drawer open. Then he began to waddle his way back around the bed. It was honestly pretty giggle worthy if he was honest with himself.

And he couldn't stop himself from grinning at his husband. Watching his waddle come to a stop with a glance at pants bunched around his thighs when his husband paused. Then he bent over shoving his joggers down with that soaked wet patch of his pre-come and spurts of come disappearing into folds. Hizashi grunted as he stepped out of his clothing then rushed over to him with fingers clawing the top open then pulling a few wipes out. He held his head back as the blonde wiped at his jaw and throat gently.

Down at the drop that had been rolling down it. Bunching wipes up into his hand to grab fresh ones that he used to scrub gently at his throat. And then the blonde closed the top of the wipes and put the bunched up wipes onto the blanket with the dirty ones being folded into the cleaner ones before Hizashi sank down onto the floor with him. He let out a shuddering breath as his head came forward with it swaying slightly when lips came down on his hot cheeks. Over his forehead. The arch of his brow.

Along the scars beneath his right eye then up to the scar that ran over his lid gently forcing his eye to shut. He leaned forward with his arms raising to wrap around his husband's shoulders as he crawled forward with a hum. Hands pushed at his pants to which they awkwardly worked them down to his knees. He turned to push his left leg and prosthetic free before he was falling forward into Hizashi's arms. Nuzzling his face up into his throat. Beneath his jaw which he kissed at softly with the blonde nuzzling his hair.

Arms wrapped around him that all but dragged him into the blonde's lap as he hummed lazily with soft kisses. He placed his own along his throat then up to his jaw. Pecking kisses were returned to him on the top of his head and forehead when he angled it back enough. He squirmed when he was tucked into the blonde's lap with legs curling beneath him. Softening erections ignored when he nuzzled his face into Hizashi's throat as hands slid along his back while he twirled blonde locks around his fingers lazily.

Sighing out around his rasping pants, he nuzzled his husband's throat creating an uncomfortable hot pocket, but he was content. Happy to stay there as hands trailed along his back. Kneading at him gently with idly shapes rolled into his feverish skin. Held close, close, close while they sat together in the silence of whines, whimpers, moans and groans. He nudged his head beneath his husband's chin which had the man giggling at him with lips kissing the top of his head before a raised cheek pressed against his head.

Smiling. He didn't need to see it to know his husband was grinning like a damn fool. Just like himself. He nuzzled his nose and lips up beneath his husband's jaw which got him another giggle as racing breaths warmed the top of his head. Warm, warm, warm. He was so warm in Hizashi's arms. Cuddling himself into his hold when he got a nuzzle to the top of his head with the blonde's arms tightening around him to squeeze him close. It filled him with a giggle worthy adoration as he cuddled his husband.

The blonde an arm around his lower back with a sigh rustling his hair. Warming the top of his head when he swallowed a giggle of his own when his husband giggled at him again with hands sliding along his back. Soft, idle shapes being traced into sweaty skin as he felt that euphoric contentment weaving into him lazily. As if he could finally breathe without feeling that knot. That longing to say something to his husband. He nuzzled at his throat despite the hot pocket it made but he happily ignored it.

"So-So, I think I can say tha-that was the hottest fu-fucking thing ever." He grinned into his husband's throat as arms squeezed him close when the blonde then giggled. It was such a contagious sound that it damn near had him joining in again when the blonde kissed the top of his head. "God, baby! I di-didn't think when you as-asked it'd be that fu-fffucking hot! I mi-might have to le-let you hump yourself silly on m-mmmy leg more often! Fuck! I'm so-sorry I came on-on your throat though! I kn-know you don't like facials and I-!"

"Don't ca-care! It's done an-and over with! I think it was pre-pretty fuckin' hot too!" He pulled back then with that grin widening on his lips when he faced the blonde who blinked at him when he leaned in to nuzzle their noses together gently in that comforting gesture as he twirled locks around his fingers. Wrapping and unwrapping them around his fingers when he tugged playfully before pulling back to kiss the tip of his nose. "I didn't thi-think it'd be that hot ei-either, but it was! God, Zashi, thank you fo-for lettin' me do it!"

"Any time, baby! An-Any fucking time!" The blonde tightened his arms around his waist when he kissed the smattering of freckles over the bridge of his nose when the blonde then pulled back to kiss at the tip of his nose causing it to scrunch up when the blonde straightened his legs out and rolled to his knees. He damn near spilled out of his lap had he not wrapped his legs quickly around the man who surged to his feet. He yelped when he was heaved up into the man's arms. "Alright! Le-Let's get in that shower!"

"Hi-Hizashi Aizawa-Yamada, ho-how many times have I to-told you to warn me be-before you do that?" The blonde merely grinned as he was heaved up again as he tightened his arms and legs around him as the blonde hummed before spinning on his feet to walk them along the foot of the bed. His lower lip jutted out in a brief pout that had his husband's grin widening at him with a sparkle to that gaze. "Wh-What if you drop me one of these ti-times, huh? What wo-would you do then?"

"I'll ne-never drop you!" Hizashi then grinned wickedly at him when he leaned forward with a kiss pressed to his jaw. Making his way around the curve of the bed towards their bathroom, his heart jumped in his chest when he was held close, close, close with the blonde raising his brow at him. A move he found he adores on the blonde. It always made him look hot. "An-And besides, I think someone asked me to fu-fuck him in the shower, didn't he? Asked for Da-Daddy to fuck him into the floor, didn't he?"

"Yes, yes, I did." He sounded as breathless as he felt when he tightened his arms around the blonde. And he couldn't stop himself from grinning at the blonde again as he let go of that pout in favor of leaning in to nuzzle their noses together before turning his head slightly to look for the light switch when they entered the bathroom. Flicking it on, he leaned in to press his lips to Hizashi's once, twice, in sweet kisses that were returned when he met that gaze as Hizashi's grin widened. "And I ex-expect no less that you'll make good on it."

"That's what I thought, baby!" He couldn't help snickering at the rather smug tone of his husband's. The smug smile curling on hips when he leaned in to press his to the blonde's in a sweet, breathless kiss. Lips sliding agianst his as he cupped the back of his husband's neck. He could be smug all he wanted. He'd get his payback somehow. And as he rested in the blonde's arms he couldn't help feeling content. Perfect. Trading those sweet, tender kisses that had him melting in his arms with each slide of those soft lips to his.